Don'T Make Our Love A Crime - Lyrics - Cheap Trick

Title: Don'T Make Our Love A Crime
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
I know what you're goin' through
It happened to me once before
I wanna do my time with you

Don't know what you're gonna do
It's stronger than it was before
I wanna spend my time with you

Don't you make my love a crime
Oh please don't make our love a crime
If you do we'll all regret it in time
So don't you make my love a crime, no

I wanna do it all with you
It's happened to me once before
So I know what you're gonna throw

I wanna spend my time with you
It's stronger than it was before
I saved my best lines for you, you, you

But don't you make our love a crime
Please don't make my love a crime
If you do we'll all regret it in time
So don't you make our love a crime

I know what you're goin' through
It happened to me once before
I wanna do my time with you

Don't know what you're gonna do
It's stronger than it was before
I wanna spend some time with you, no

But don't you make our love a crime
Please don't make my love a crime
If you do we'll all regret it in time
Don't you make our love a crime, no

No, don't you make our love a crime
So please don't make my love a crime
If you do we'll all regret it in time
Don't you make our love a crime

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Crime Of Passion - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Crime Of Passion
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
I must be crazy, they don't know what we've done
You are my lover even though I know it's wrong
I hear them talking but whatever they do
I need to love you and if I love you, couldn't we make it

I got someone loving me, he won't say goodbye
He's been so good to me, I don't wanna make him cry
I need you both to love me, it's up to you
You can help me, you're the reason I can't decide

Breakin' my bones and shakin' my nerves
I just can't see tomorrow
Looking at him and looking at you
And I don't know who to follow
I'll never win in the state I'm in

It's a crime of passion, I'm bad to love you
Whenever I'm with you, I lose control
It's a crime of passion for me and for you
Whatever I give, it's just too late to save my soul

I need to love you, my desperation is the power to go on
Each night I prayed for love
I'm at the mercy of and if you don't hear me now
Then I'll be the only one
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be the only one

I saw him yesterday, the questions he asked
I think he knows about us, did we move too fast?
How can we hide it when we know it's a lie
Keep our love under the covers, the pressure is too high

Why do I get myself tied up
Why tangle with love you borrow
I should have been known as a one man woman
Should have been one love but oh no
Never be a cure for the human law

It's a crime of passion, I'm bad to love you
Whenever I'm with you, I lose control
It's a crime of passion for me and for you
Whatever I give you it's just too late to save my soul

I need to love you my desperation is the power to go on
Each night I prayed for love
I'm at the mercy of and if you don't hear me now
Then I'll be the only one
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be the only one

It's a crime of passion to love you
Whenever I'm with you, I lose control, lose control
It's a crime of passion for me and for you
Whatever I give you

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Guilty - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: Guilty
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
Shadows falling, baby, we stand alone
Out on the street anybody you meet
Got a heartache of their own

It ought to be illegal
Make it a crime to be lonely or sad
It ought to be illegal
You got a reason for livin'
You battle on with the love you're livin' on

You gotta be mine we take it away
It's gotta be night and day
Just a matter of time

And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far
We are and we never let it end
We are devotion

And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
I don't wanna hear your goodbye

Pulse's racing, darling how grand we are
Little by little we meet in the middle
There's danger in the dark

It ought to be illegal
Make it a crime to be out in the cold
It ought to be illegal
You got a reason for livin'
You battle on with the love you're buildin' on

You gotta be mine we take it away
It's gotta be night and day
Just a matter of time

And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far
We are and we never let it end
We are devotion

And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
I don't wanna hear your goodbye
Don't wanna hear your goodbye
I don't wanna hear your

And we got nothing, and we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far
We are and we never let it end
We are devotion

And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
Don't wanna hear your

And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far
We are and we never let it end

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Guilty - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Guilty
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
Shadows falling baby, we stand alone
Out on the street anybody you meet
Got a heartache of their own
Make it a crime to be lonely or sad

You got a reason for livin'
You battle on with the love you're livin' on
You gotta be mine, we take it away
It's gotta be night and day, just a matter of time

And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far, we are
And we never let it end, we are devotion
And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
Don't wanna hear your goodbye

Pulse's racing, darling, how grand we are
Little by little we meet in the middle
There's danger in the dark
Make it a crime to be out in the cold

You got a reason for livin'
You battle on with the love you're livin' on
You gotta be mine, we take it away
It's gotta be night and day, just a matter of time

And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far, we are
And we never let it end, we are devotion
And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
Don't wanna hear your goodbye
Don't wanna hear your

And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far, we are
And we never let it end, we are devotion
And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
Don't wanna hear your goodbye
Don't wanna hear your

And we got nothing to be guilty of
And we got nothing to be guilty of
And we got nothing to be guilty of
...

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The Mind - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: The Mind
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
First thing we must do is make up our mind
Then we must go and really clear our mind
Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind
Share our mind, speak our mind

First thing we must do is make up our mind
Then we must go and really clear our mind
Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind
Share our mind, speak our mind

Stand up brother, stand up sister
I told y'all before, love is gonna get'cha
Lovin' that money, lovin' that liquor
Lovin' that sex without respect you gets no bigger

I ain't got time to chill, only got time to build
You find that in those with skills
This a real MC, of the highest degree
With no video, my show they dyin' to see

Not whether I'm buyin' 'em three
When you watch television just keep sayin', they lyin' to me
'Cause they are, how long you gonna stay at the bar?
I'm not desperate for money, maybe you are, but listen

First thing we gon' do is make up our mind
Then we gon' go, and we gon' clear our mind
Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind
Share our mind, speak our mind

First thing we gon' do is make up our mind
Then we gon' go, and we gon' clear our mind
Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind
Share our mind, speak our mind

Don't you think it's time we thought about the future?
Whether our children they gonna be winners or losers?
Don't you think it's time to advance the rhyme we spit?
Whether you know it or not, you deep in politics

All inside of it, in fact you the issue
Don't let this government diss you
They really do not want you to vote, they really do not want you to hope
They really want you sniffin' they coke

You look around yo we missin' the boat
I coulda wrote about anything to get on, but this what I wrote
And what I'm writin', is guaranteed to enlighten
Like Dr. Cornel West, Michael Eric Dyson

This is how we do it today, enough of the crime talk
KRS got somethin' new to say
Rise up, and put aside childish things
This is the message we bring, listen

First thing we gon' do is make up our mind
Then we gon' go, and we gon' clear our mind
Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind
Share our mind, speak our mind

Last verse, KRS, blast first
Ignorance is bad, but temptation that's worse
They hide they purse, 'cause of the way we spit the verse
No one ever told 'em that the style's rehearsed
And even if they did, it wouldn't be new to their mind

'Cause all day rappers confess to doin' these crimes
So when the cops see you, they're not thinkin' about me
They thinkin' about takin' you out of society
Keep it right, don't lie to me

You think it's too much preachin' teachin'?
Huh, well fine, we'll see
When you're locked up in J.D.C., or even prison
The truth shall set you free, just listen

You want health, and really that's about prevention
You want love, real love, and not depression
You want awareness, which come from discipline and will
You want wealth, which come from skills

When you really ready to talk, let's build
You ain't gotta be a scholar to know the next 4 years gonna be ill
I believe you already know the drill, don't lie
Don't steal, seek peace and don't kill

First thing we must do is make up our mind
Then we must go and really clear our mind
Erase the doubt and the fear from our mind
Share our mind, speak our mind

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Specialist - Lyrics - Interpol

Title: Specialist
Artist: Interpol
Composer(s): Samuel Fogarino, Daniel Alexander Kesslar, Paul Julian Banks, Carlos Andres Denglar

Lyric:
You make me lose my buttons, oh yeah, you make me spit
I don't like my clothes anymore
We're spending time and money, yeah, you're colder than yourself
Now we're moving, now we're taking control

You make me lose my buttons, oh yeah, you make me spit
I don't like my clothes anymore
You take me to New Orleans where you put me to the test
I know what my heart is for

You reach out for a blanket, I say, "Girl you've got something
I love how you wear it"
Now we're spending time and money, yeah, you're colder than yourself
Now we're moving, now we're taking control

Love will get you down

My love's a laboratory, I set all my pets free
So baby, you should sleep with me
I make trips to the bathroom, yeah, my friends all have true grit
I am speckled like a leopard

Put a lid on Shirley Temple, yeah, you make sleek kills
Yeah, you travel, you travel
You park me in your Buick, you sing songs into my lips
Well, I am speckled like a leopard, just like a leopard

Trust will get you down
I love the way you put me in the big house
I love the way you put me in the big house

If I get there early, will it be the right time?
Our heaven is just waiting so put your hand into mine
If I get too surly, will you take that in stride?
Our boat is just there waiting so put that little hand in mine

And speak when you're spoken of
Catch up on your sleep, girl
When you wear that body glove

You're acting on initiative
You're spelling out your love
You shouldn't be alone in there
You could be above ground

All I want is to be the very best for you
And all I want is to be the very best for you
Oh, this time, there'll be no life of crime
[Inaudible]

Circle around me now, baby, it'll be okay
'Cause we all go downtown sometimes
Somehow, baby, we'll beat this mess
It's the time, fuck the surface to meet the specialist

And time away from me will get you down
I love the way you put me in the big house
I love the way you put me in the big house

If I get there early, will it be the right time?
Our heaven is just waiting, so put that hand into mine
If I get too surly, will you take that in stride?
Our boat is just there waiting, so put your little hand in mine

And speak when you're spoken of
Catch up on your sleep
When you wear that body clock

You're acting on initiative
You're spelling out your love
You shouldn't be alone in there
You could be above ground

You're frustrated then go
You're frustrated then go

Honey bee, we should be through with this
Your packaged eyes, your vicious lips
You could be young but you're out of touch
If this love's been done then what's your rush?

I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote
Why don't you come into my barrio, we'll see if you can float
I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote
Why don't you come into my barrio, we'll see if you can float

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Crime Story - Lyrics - Please Hammer, Don't Hurt 'Em - Mc Hammer

Title: Crime Story
Album: Please Hammer, Don't Hurt 'Em
Artist: Mc Hammer
Composer(s): Kirk Burrell

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Lyric:
Crime stories
You get, boy, no glory
Not in these crime stories
I?m tellin? you right now, no glory
Scene I

Too Big and the Hammer rollin? on a hit
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we?re ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews

Eight fools dead, a baby too
You ask me how I?m livin?, this hit?s for you
But that?s not all we got the prize
A mother in a kitchen, now yo, she?s dead inside

Yeah, we took them suckers out
They know what time it is now

Crime stories
Homeboys, you get no glory
Not in these crime stories
You ain?t gettin? nuthin' on that, no glory
Scene II, me and Too Big at the club

Too Big and the Hammer kickin? it at the club
Boastin? about the way that we pulled those sucker?s plugs
We weren?t worried, naw, we didn?t care
When you?re in this war, yo, all is fair

A tap on my shoulder, I turn around
Too Big is dyin? fast, he?s on the ground
I reach for my gat, it was too late
The knives went pointblank range in my face

Yo, they opened fire and took me out
Somebody tell my mother, I love her, man

Crime stories
Boy, you get no glory
I?m not going to mislead my brothers
Crime stories, I?m tellin? ya right now, ah, will they talk? No glory
Scene III, the pimpin? game

Now I?m pimpin? these berries, got to get that money
Those suckers still payin? for a little bit of honey
Nothin? in this world can stop my flow
AIDS ain?t done nothin? but help my business grow

My babes are trained to make that dollar
To take you out, fool, it ain?t no bother
You dropped your pants and you pay the price
Your money maybe AIDS, fool, and then your life

Yeah, that?s right ?cause a pimp got to make it
You know what I?m sayin?

We?re talkin? about crime stories
And I ain?t givin? up no propers, no glory


Crime Stories, all the real brothers have been locked up
And you know they don?t wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother

We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads and they could hardly wait
My girls went to their room to make the play
Two suckers at once, yeah, would make my day

Now I?m outside some suckers walk up
Talkin? real hard about smokin? my butt
He pushed the button, the blade came out
Cut me on my throat and then a bullet in my mouth

I guess the devil got all the babes in hell
Maybe he?ll let me work with him? Ssh

Crime stories
I?m tellin? ya, man, you get no glory
?Cause I?m not gonna mislead my young brothers
Crime stories, if you've ever been locked up
You know the true stories, no glory
And I?d like to say this before we get outta here

To my brothers in the game, my brothers
Who are out there doin? what they feel they?ve got to do
I wanna ask you one favor, let?s let the young kids 10, 11, 12 years old
Let?s let them go on and do their thing at the schoolhouse

Let?s give them a chance to make it
Let?s give them a chance at a different life
You doin? what you feel you have to do
But they youngsters and they don?t know any better

So we want to give them a chance to live
I mean life is precious, and you know that yourself
And you try to make a better life for yourself

So what I?m sayin? this from the bottom of my heart, let the kids be
Help the children lead to another way
And peace from you and I love you and I?m outta here

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My Block - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: My Block
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Ray Coleman, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right heh
[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block

They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us, ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy
And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail, when will we prevail?
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin' can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits real, I know you feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hooches, hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everythin' is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
Thats right

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
Every block is kinda mean
From all the blocks that I'm from
But on our block we still play

One twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, Uptown
Know what I'm sayin?
But on our block we still play
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
In the jungle of Atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Los Angeles, aha, that's my block too
But on our block we still play
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
But on our block we still play

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Representin' motherfuckin' block

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My Block (Remix) - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: My Block (Remix)
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Ray Coleman, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right heh
[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block

They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us, ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy
And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail, when will we prevail?
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin' can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits real, I know you feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hooches, hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everythin' is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
Thats right

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
Every block is kinda mean
From all the blocks that I'm from
But on our block we still play

One twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, Uptown
Know what I'm sayin?
But on our block we still play
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
In the jungle of Atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Los Angeles, aha, that's my block too
But on our block we still play
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
But on our block we still play

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Representin' motherfuckin' block

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Propaganda - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Propaganda
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): L Alford, C Gavin, L Dechalus

Lyric:
Let me now turn to our program for the future
The economy right now, is extremely supportive
Of the President and his policies
FBI scientists have found chemical traces

Consistent with a bomb or a missile on a piece of wreckage
Police using clubs and tear gas against demonstrators
They called me a motherfucking so and so and a white fascist
Like they said, "You're getting some of your own medicine"

Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our babies
Only truth can take us

You can't fool all the people all of the time
But if you fool the right ones, then the rest will fall behind
Tell me who's got control of your mind, your world view
Is it the news or the movie you're taking your girl to?

Know what I'm saying 'cause Uncle Sam got a plan
If you examine what they telling us then you will understand
What they planting in the seeds of the next generation
Feeding our children miseducation

No one knows if there's UFOs or any life on Mars
Or what they do when they up in the stars
Because I don't believe a word of what the President said
He filling our head with lies got us hypnotized

When he be speaking in cold words about crime and poverty
Drugs, welfare, prisons, guns and robbery
It really means us, there's no excuse for the slander
But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander

See

I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago I woulda been a panther
They killed Huey 'cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is propaganda

Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our babies
Only truth can take us

I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't wanna die by a nuclear bomb
I say we all rush the Pentagon, pull out guns
And grab the intercom, my first word's will be I believe

Man made God outta ignorance and fear
If God made man then why the hell would He put us here?
I thought He's supposed to be the all loving
The same God who let Hitler put the Jews in the oven

We don't fall for the regular shit, they try to feed us
All this half-ass leadership, flipping position
They turn politician and shut the hell up and follow tradition
For your TV screen is telling lies to your vision

Every channel got some brainwashed cop shit to watch
Running up in niggas cribs claiming that they heard shots
It's a plot but busta can you tell me who's greedier?
Big corporations, the pigs or the media?

Sign of the times, terrorism on the rise
Commercial airplanes, falling out the sky like flies
Make me wonder what secrets went down with Bob Brown
Who burnt churches to the ground with no evidence found?

It's not coincidence, it's been too many studied incidents
It coulda been the Klan who put that bomb at the Olympics
But it probably was the FBI, deep at the call
'Cause if they make us all panic then they can start martial law

I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago I woulda been a panther
They killed Huey 'cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is propaganda

I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago I woulda been a panther
They killed Huey 'cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is motherfucking propaganda

Police is telling lies fooling millions
What are they teaching our kids in these school buildings?
Televised, enterprised in all the killing
Controlling our lives, this ain't living, no this ain't living

FBI, CIA, ATF, KKK
IRS, TNT, CBS, NBC
FBI, CIA, ATF, KKK
IRS, TNT, CBS, NBC

Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our babies
Only truth can take us

We view each other with a great love and a great understanding
And that we try to expand this to the general black population
And also people, oppressed people all over the world
And, I think that we differ from some other groups simply

Because we understand the system better
Than most groups understand the system and with this
Realization, we attempt to form a strong political base
Based in the community with the only strength
That we have and that's the strength of
A potentially destructive force if we don't get freedom

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A Little Piece Of Heaven - Lyrics - Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd) - Avenged Sevenfold

Title: A Little Piece Of Heaven
Album: Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd)
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Composer(s): Zachary James Baker, Jr., Brian Elwin Haner, Matthew Charles Sanders, James Owen Sullivan

Lyric:
Before the story begins, is it such a sin
For me to take what's mine until the end of time?
We were more than friends before the story ends
And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design

Our love had been so strong for far too long
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong
Before the possibilities came true I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears, conjuring her deepest fears

Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

She was never this good in bed even when she was sleeping
Now she's just so perfect, I've never been quite so fucking deep in
It goes on and on, and on, I can keep you looking young
And preserved forever with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun, baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let's make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

Now possibilities I'd never considered
Are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave
To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved

Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed herself to tears

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

Now that it's done, I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize
From somewhere far beyond the grave

I gotta make up for what I've done
?Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
While you burned in hell, no peace forever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough?)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I'll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I?ll break you unchained)

And if it's not enough
(If it?s not enough, if it?s not enough)
If it's not enough
(Not enough)
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again

We?re coming back, coming back
We?ll live forever, live forever
Let?s have a wedding, have a wedding
Let?s start the killing, start the killing

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

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Hooligans Don'T Fall In Love - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Hooligans Don'T Fall In Love
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
Vagabonds don't fall in love
They just wheel and they deal
So if I turn a funny color when you kiss me
I can't help the way that I feel

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just break up others lives
So when I come to you on bended knee
Don't forget my twenty other wives

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

Make your cart, you get to the start
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart

Gangsters don't fall in love
They just roam from town to town
So when we kiss and we hold and we whisper
Please, don't ever write it down

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just lie and they drink
So if you say, I won't say, 'I will'
Then I won't, I think

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

At last, you're straight and you make a new start
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart

But all in all, we're not so bad
We never take from our own kind
Bad's quite good when it's all you've ever had
And no bloody good sounds quite refined

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Holligans Don'T Fall In Love - Lyrics - Beautiful South The

Title: Holligans Don'T Fall In Love
Artist: Beautiful South The
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
Vagabonds don't fall in love
They just wheel and they deal
So if I turn a funny color when you kiss me
I can't help the way that I feel

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just break up others lives
So when I come to you on bended knee
Don't forget my twenty other wives

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

Make your cart, you get to the start
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart

Gangsters don't fall in love
They just roam from town to town
So when we kiss and we hold and we whisper
Please, don't ever write it down

Hooligans don't fall in love
They just lie and they drink
So if you say, I won't say, 'I will'
Then I won't, I think

So why turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why, why do you cheat and why do you lie?

Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far, there's always someone
Who's been further than you're far

At last, you're straight and you make a new start
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart

But all in all, we're not so bad
We never take from our own kind
Bad's quite good when it's all you've ever had
And no bloody good sounds quite refined

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Mind On Our Money - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mind On Our Money
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin' through the door with the bone flow
Nigga was creepin' on a come up, doin' it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from

Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before
But we never got our props
Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad
But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace

That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started changin', business rearrangin'
Then the time when bone and ruthless wasn't vibin'

Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up

1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still strugglin'

Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin'
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin' but so I'm [unverified]
I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry
So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story, about me

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death
With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin' you none the less
[Unverified] that crazy muthafucka
From the world's most dangerous group

Mo thugs nation, [unverified] on your life
That's absolutely what I'm gon' do
Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me
Now I'm that muthafucka that be [unverified], the nigga that bust all y'all

My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
I'm comin' in smooth, rockin' this Hip-Hop music just the way you like
Tellin' all biters to please stop tryin'
Let it go fry fool, when I make my move, all y'all gonna die

Split up and fry, open his eyes [unverified] pop
Shot one through his head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill

Now look through the [unverified] stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug livin' tryna get notice by hangin' with stars
No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll

And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes
But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified]
Don't touch that
And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love

You can't dust on these bustas, so they die
They only got love for those who love me
In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my money
And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, nigga
With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

In '91 I'm runnin' from the fuckin' cops, don't ya know it
That bitch was tryna' find a hidin' spot, he show it
Know niggas that'd had no pussy
Said that would never read or get to L.A.

And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin' that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin'
'Cause I was havin' children when y'all was lookin' for women
But mine aside, so why you tellin' your same [unverified]

When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo
Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself
[unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow

Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out?
But who's the one on solo shit and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range
Shootin' thangs, it don't make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The villain is chillin' with his children
Bitch, I keeps it real

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin' my line
Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin' through this obstacle
007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible

Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission
Listen, nigga pay attention
Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up,
Faces of death

Blessin' 40 O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's [unverified]
Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money
Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony
It's like this nigga, i don't even fuck around

If a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my niggas doin' a damn thing, flesh

Trues humbly united gatherin' souls, just to let you know
Heaven's movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the mentality and next to the baddest, Little Stevie
And when you ask me how i maintain

I watch my niggas rule, act a fool and ace the game
Mo thug one, witness the family scriptures
Mo thug two, family reunion comin' to get ya
Mo thug three, presentation of the mothership
Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

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Bitch - Lyrics - Ali

Title: Bitch
Artist: Ali
Composer(s): Mark A Williams, Ali Jones, Joe Anthony Kent

Lyric:
Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up and make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining and whining dirty you sounding like a bitch
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch

Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up and make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining and whining dirty you sounding like a bitch
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch

I came with Phil niggas with war wounds, true Olivers
I love Destiny but they ain't got nothin' on this survivin'
Fuck Christmas, fuck wishin' listen roaches just missin'
Hatin' school 'cause they dissin' sleeping in the kitchen
You need at least one parent on drugs to fill half our struggle
This ain't pain it's muscle stand up, Mase ain't a hustle
Lil' nigga I was gettin' wet young threat
Too much of a cat for a McDonald headset

Mama havin' breakdowns, Keisha got cancer
Poor, no insurance, I'm thinking crime is the answer
I guess Dancer, Donald and Prancer and the Blizzard
Don't visit the place where life ain't so exquisite
Is it hardly working 'cause it ain't working hard
We hardly had a car now I got a car and a Harley
Reflecting on this smoking, bumpin' Bob Marley
Thinking damn life a bitch but I'm glad I ain't one

Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up and make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining and whining dirty you sounding like a bitch
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch

Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up and make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining and whining dirty you sounding like a bitch
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch

Stand up on your own don't live off another nigga
Don't be like D-2 Dirty and straight eat off another nigga
Gonna ahead and do your thing without disrespecting the game
You a bitch and you know it pull up your skirt and let me show it
Spoiled brat bum took balls and bats from your type
Matter of fact you a bitch I took your bike
Complaining and whining I went from the buildings to shining

Fifty city tours Velor minks and blue diamonds
Twenty-two's on wild bodies err night a party
Kickin' it with bitches wit' little waists and wide bodies
I know niggas with no future that still went to college
Now they lawyers and doctors mixing it in with street knowledge
Used to polish Adidas back when rap was only in Hollis
Stacey Adams and golf clubs your crew I demolish
Out the Impala sun roof yellin' ain't nobody hotter
You a bitch I got to explode you dirty, I got her

Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up and make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining and whining dirty you sounding like a bitch
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch

Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up and make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining and whining dirty you sounding like a bitch
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch

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I Aint Mad At Cha - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: I Aint Mad At Cha
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Delmar Daz Arnaud, Danny Steward, Tupac Shakur, Etterlaine Jordan

Lyric:
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
Givin' a motherfucker,
Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, ?cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Well, guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha

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