Up In Flames - Lyrics - The Voice Of Love - Julee Cruise

Title: Up In Flames
Album: The Voice Of Love
Artist: Julee Cruise
Composer(s): Angelo Badalamenti, David Lynch

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Lyric:
I fell for you, baby, like a bomb
Now my love's gone up in flames
The history, baby, read it in a book
It ended in the fire that started the war

I fell for you, baby, like a bomb
Now my love's gone up in flames

My head's full of smoke, heart's full of pain
The tender love is blind, while up in flames
You should have shot me, baby, my life is done
You could have shot me, baby, shot me with a gun

Why people's silence scream my name?
I know my love's gone up in flames

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Gone Up In Flames - Lyrics - Morning Runner

Title: Gone Up In Flames
Artist: Morning Runner
Composer(s): Alistair Clewer, Tom Derrett, Matthew Greener, Christopher Wheatcroft

Lyric:
Going to the race track
To try and get your money back
But caught trying to break in
But just [Incomprehensible] said
It couldn't happen to me?

She shaved off her hair
Said that she didn't care
That 'Life is so unfair'
Oh, but all she wanted
Was to be left alone

He said, he missed Bliss
Smiled and left the kids
And I said, ?This isn't it
But baby please come home
And start again?

It's all he's ever wanted
It's gone up in flames
And all he's ever wanted
To never stay the same

Oh no, this can't be happening
I said, oh no, this can't be happening

Going to the race track
To try and get your money back
But caught trying to break in
But just [Incomprehensible] said
It shouldn't happen, baby

She wore lip gloss
And cried when she got cross
And all that she had was lost
Yeah, she sold it all
Oh for pearls

He said, he missed bliss
Smiled and left the kids
And I said, ?This isn't it
But baby oh please come home
And start again?

It's all he's ever wanted
It's gone up in flames
And all he's ever wanted
Could never stay the same

And all he's ever wanted
It's gone up in flames
And all he's ever wanted
Could never stay the same

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Let It Be Known - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Let It Be Known
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, Dedrick Rolison, Alvin Joiner, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
Mack Dime, come on Scarface, Mack demand the respect
X to tha Z Xzibit, c'mon [Incomprehensible], it's true, we bang

I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times
A double nine incase niggas get out of line
And heaven knows that I tried to change
But in the mist of trying to be a better man
Trouble is all I can seem to see

And the fact is I know tomorrow isn't promised to me
So from this day forth I'll be all I can be
My brother turned his back on me
Got to be my own man
Regardless of what the stakes is, I'ma play my own hand

And I'm tired of being let down by my so called friends
Regardless to the blood shed and no tears in the end
Father, please forgive for I have sinned forgive us all
But I ain't to blame the lunatics wearing my heart
And I think I gotta build another wall

'Cause I don't want the world to see me
'Cause maybe these demons will try to end me
I'm exhausted and my body's sleepy
Never the less it's hard to rest, I'm a nervous wreck
I walk with the stress

I use to walk around with a vest
But now a days I be like, "Fuck it dog
You fuck with me I gots to fuck with ya'll"
And make ends is just another word for pay back
Paying you back today for this grudge that I had way back

You niggas I grew up with wouldn't play with that
I send you bitches to the morgue with holes in your head
No remorse, why you think my niggas taught me to ball?
'Cause I be walking around in designer suits?
In fact these niggas know that I'm the truth

Always scandalous, eye before I shoot
For disrespect [Incomprehensible] there is no excuse
Calling the choices
No respect, respect is respect

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

I play with psychotic, lunatic, gang da rang shit
You know that walk up dome nigga close range shit
Mack 10 probably licked out so deep I dream on it
Locate my pray and [Incomprehensible] and put my red dot beam on it

Put the hammer lot squeeze on it with the dope kick in
Fuck a rage feel the 44 shot deep with in
Bitch niggas can't fuck with true niggas by nature
And believe me dog you got a problem on your hands if I hate ya

I'll make [Incomprehensible] spit flames like a K nigga
Now close your eyes, pray nigga I swear it's your day nigga
Got so much dope off it's like a crack storm to me
And your heart is so gone but your ass belongs to me

Using my colors against me but this time stay true
Ain't no body to blame shoot, for you now being through
Plus and make one move to the game
When your scandalous living trife
That's when you fuck with a real nigga gotta pay with your life

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

You say, I can't hustle well, hell if I can't
I keep my nose to the grind and go hard to the paint
With a ki of that white or a pound of that dank
And if it's dank it gotta be sticky and stank

It's the dope dealer 1-0 the powder pusher
You's a pussy so you's a dusher and blood gusher
I'ma Inglewood swangin', I'ma rep Hoo-Bangin'
I'ma let my nuts hangin', I'ma do tha damn thangin'

I fuck all bitch niggas and slap up hoes
And shatter windows with K's and chemicals
So when the funk kick is on
We don't need a show stopper
Get the rangin' east poppers
Squeeze and waving east choppers

Fuck around with this shit and get your wig split
Either do it myself or just pay for your hit
It's the chicken hard passion
And I'm never letting up
Anything in my way best believe I'm wetting up

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
X!

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Drama - Lyrics - Thug Mentality 1999 - Krayzie Bone

Title: Drama
Album: Thug Mentality 1999
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Anthony Henderson, T Cowan

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Lyric:
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born

Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me

Roll down-a my family tree with me
Keep flippin' the page to page
See nothin' but strugglers

I never knew no hustlas like my daddy and mama
So, I gotta drop my Pz
But I think way back in the day now
When Moms and Pops had my back

They stayed down and gave us a place to lay down
But then, then when the wind blew in
It threw in a crackpot but lately
It's keepin' my people up off the hinges

Can I get a witness, baby? And I'm out the door
Gots to go make me some money on my own
Somebody tell me now, where we went wrong

God, bring my family back because they long gone
It's on, now, Pops don't even come around
But I know Pop's got problems
That's why your little nigga's still down with ya

But it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin'
My sisters keep sayin' they hungry
Gotta come up on some way to feed 'em
Big Will, Rod J, take a ride, slide down '71, callin' welfare

When the check came, Mom, she hounds everyone
So, bang, bang, had to get down for my thang
Swang with a me thugstas, pump, we
Never did love ya, St. Clair, struggler, yeah, your hustla, baby

The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born

Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me

I can't get away from all this drama surroundin' me
Houndin' me, heavily comin' down on me
Drama been poundin' my brain, callin' my name

These demons, they seem to be followin' me
Come in all shapes and sizes, enemies, my friends
It don't surprise me, I try to help niggas make better
But they ain't appreciate it, guess they'd rather stay back
In the ghetto

Well, oh well, if that's how you want it, nigga
Then go ahead but don't fuck with me
I'm up in this bitch like Michael Jackson
I wish they'd before I show the other side of me
(Leave me alone)

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, that's how it be
Nigga gon' get violent but if my so called
Ex-friends wanna try me, bloody riot is how we like it
You all invited, get so heated, you'll feel the temperature risin'

So heated, we spit back flames, front page article
All the police could find of them bitches was particles
For fuckin' with me and I'm down to stand on the front line
To get wild, one of the first to get up and get down

Niggas ain't knowin' the anger inside me
And then when I finally snap, nigga
I'm a fuck up your sister, your daddy, your mama
Your brother, if he want some drama, come on
Come on, come on

The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born

Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me

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Dry County - Lyrics - Keep The Faith - Bon Jovi

Title: Dry County
Album: Keep The Faith
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi

Lyric:
Across the border they turn
Water into wine
Some say it's the devil's blood
They're squeezing from the vine
Some say it's a saviour
In these hard and desperate times
For me it helps me to forget
That we're just born to die
I came here lijke so many did
To find the better life
To find my piece of easy street
To finally be alive
And I know nothing good comes easy
And all good things take some time
I made my bed I'll lie in it
To die in it's the crime

You can't help but prosper
Where the streets are paved with gold
They say the oil wells ran deeper here
Than anybody's known
I packed up on my wife and kid
And left them back at home

Now there's nothing in this paydirt
The ghosts are all I know
Now the oil's gone
The money's gone
And the jobs are gone
Still we're hangin' on

Down in dry county
They're swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hands
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive

In the blessed name of Jesus
I heard a preacher say
That we are God's children
And that he'd be back someday
And I hped that he knew
Something as he drank his cup of wine
I didn't have too good of a feeling
As I head out to the night
I cursed the sky to open
I begged the clouds for rain
I prayed to God for water
For this burning in my veins
It was like my soul's on fire
And I had to watch the flames
All my dreams went up in ashes
And my future blew away
Now the oil's gone and the money's gone
And the jobs are gone
Still we're hangin' on

Down in dry county

Men spend their whole lives
Waiting praying for their big reward
But it seems sometimes
The payoff leaves you feeling
Like a dirty whore
If I could choose the way I'll die
Make it by the gun or knife
'Cause the other way there's too much pain
Night after night after night

Down in dry county

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Mo' Murda - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mo' Murda
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Tony-C Bone D J U-Nee

Lyric:
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Dear Mr.Ouija, let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood, nigga, no love
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome
Gotta haunt that dome

Folla me, roll, stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes
Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga, you was off inna my hood?

I'm a real thuggish nigga
So a, I would have to kill ya so die
Popped off to the coffin
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain

Nigga got ta fucked up bang
Taking no shorts so fuck ya man
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain

Hey, we slay niggas who think we play
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun
Machete be dipped in rum
Running wid the gun, steady bucking
Leaving them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead

I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda, mo' murda
That's what Ouija said
Gotta put one in ya head, bang
We coming to serve ya,
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Will I die of murda, bloody mo' murda?
Living in the Land of the Heartless, coming up daily
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs
See 'em on the corner and they slanging them drugs

Giving up shots out to the glock, glock
Eighty eight to the ten five
Them killas be pumping them slugs
Niggas be fiending me daily
Me silence me twelve gauge eruption
And I'm on a road to destruction

And steady be busting and bodies be busting me
Killa with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down
Trying to stay to tha grind

Niggas is going insane, taking a shot to the brain
And man, so call it a shame
But what be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm feeling not a bit remorseful
My twelve gauge just so forceful

So playa, hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga, me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas
Thugstas and twelve gauge pumpstas

Drug 'em in gutters mo' murda, me style, now
Put 'em on the ground, lay down
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Letting off shots, Layzie, be screaming
?Mo' murda, mo' murda?

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leaving them bodies fucked up
Pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone
Nigga wanna die when fucking wid
Mo Thug, nigga, we killed this bitch

Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang
What is it in me makes me feel
Like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high
Pulling my trigger and nigga, you die, soldier

Four killas we creeping and coming to hurt ya, mo' murda
Better pack that five five
I'm feeling like killing, you dying tonight
You don't wanna hear that glock pop
When the glock pop pop, don't stop

We all about murda mo'
Finger on the trigger, Mo Thug let go
We straight from Cleveland
Clack back nigga ya bleeding
You don't wanna fuck wid Bone
Pulling that chrome now, nigga, ya gone

If you wanna die, bye
See you in the gutter, let Mama cry
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown, gone
Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Eternally thugstas die, will I die of murda now?
East 99, follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies
And I rolling wid my killas
And all, ah my thuggish ruggish niggas, no lie

Drugging up bloody, mo' victims, get 'em, get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river
Bodies shiver, fuck that nigga

Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowing, I'm dumping
Remember me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, laying 'em
All up off inna the coffin, ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve gauge eruptions
Creep out your seat, would ya we come to stay?
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing

For the love of the murda, man, the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang
Can't resist to bump you, now pow, run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo'
Oh, no, ho when a thugsta, stroll

Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til out cold, they froze
You know, nigga, we can't be bluffing
We bang insane, when I put one to your temple
Mo' murda then blow out ya brain

Mo' murda, mo' murda
Come, come again

Come bloody murda
Come bloody murda
Come bloody murda
...

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The Upwards War And Down Turned Cycle - Lyrics - Anthem - Less Than Jake

Title: The Upwards War And Down Turned Cycle
Album: Anthem
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Chris Demakes, Vinny Fiorello, Roger Manganelli

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Lyric:
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
They're packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like me

My friends aren't going anywhere
My friends all act so unaware
Now that they have to face
Their best plans have all gone up in flames

They're just looking for something to take
To break up the day to day and all it's
Loneliness, vacant space
The tragedy of minimum wage

All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
They're packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like me, just like me

My friends are worried about last calls
And working jobs at shopping malls
Because they're in between
A mixed up pride and apathy

So tonight they'll talk of calling in
Calling in with bitter grins
Laughing at the state they're in
What a mess, I'm just like them

All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
They're packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like me

All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
They're packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams

So they're sleep walking their way through life
Sitting there and getting by
Like all the other friends of mine
Wishing for something more, wishing for something more

All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
They're packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like me

All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
They're packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like
Heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like
Heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like me
Just like me, just like me, just like me

All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
They're packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like

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Who Do You Believe In - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Who Do You Believe In
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Jason Kay, Dwight D Williams, Yafeau Fula, Tupac Shakur, Toby Smith

Lyric:
Let us pray
Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me, who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?

I see mothers in black cryin', brothers in packs dyin'
Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why
Watchin' our own downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God 'cause we livin' in sin

I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gettin' bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin' for

Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us

Perhaps the underlyin' fact stay high explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?

Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
'Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only gettin' the cash counts

I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside

You know, it's like I'm livin' just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin' if I'm worthy
Livin' life thinkin' no man can hurt me
So I'm askin' before I lay me down to sleep

Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin'

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?

Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic
'Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin' down camp, still mashin'

Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck
With a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize
If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked

Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitchin'
Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him
He said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure
'Cause he just came home off of bail

Now tell me

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
Is it Budda, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah?
Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself?
Definitely not to be imposed being a demon
Because this is the joy of believing

Men to believe in yourselves
But for sure, the higher power
Resides only to ride in the heart of the true
From the soul of the man, for truth never has an alibi

In the poetry or in it's realm
That's what pulls all words together
Just to understand, that every man, is his own man
And only man can satisfy the man

Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man
The for realness of the man
You can't shake the man when you feel the man you know the man
And you gotta call yourself because you are that man

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
(Who do you believe in? Put my faith in God and
Blessed and still breathin')

Even though it's hard
(Who do you believe in?)
That's who I believe in
(Put my faith in God)
Before I'm leavin'
(Even though it's hard)

I'm askin' the grievin'
(Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?)
Who do you believe in?
(Who do you believe in?)
Who do you
(Blessed and still breathin')

Oh blessed, oh blessed
(Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?)
Oh who do you
Do you believe in
Oh, oh

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?

I'm askin'
(Who do you believe in?)
I'm askin' you
(Put my faith in God that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin' I'm askin' the grievin' who do you believe in?)

Who do you believe in?
I'm blessed and still breathin'
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin', I'm askin' the grievin'
Who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?

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Who Do U Believe In - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Who Do U Believe In
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Jason Kay, Dwight D Williams, Yafeau Fula, Tupac Shakur, Toby Smith

Lyric:
Let us pray
Heavenly Father
Hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me, who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?

I see mothers in black cryin', brothers in packs dyin'
Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why?
Watchin' our own downfall, witness the end
It's like we don't believe in God 'cause we livin' in sin
I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed
Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast
It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more
My tear drops gettin' bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin' for

Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlyin' fact stay high explain genocide
It's when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear? Reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Can't close my eyes 'cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
'Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only gettin' the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven

And all the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside
You know, it's like I'm livin' just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin' if I'm worthy
Livin' life thinkin' no man can hurt me
So I'm askin', before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin'

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic
'Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin' down camp, still mashin'
Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just came home october of '95 back in Yardsville stuck

With a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize
If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitchin', diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him
He said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure
'Cause he just came home off of bail

Now tell me
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
Is it Buddah, Jehovah, or Jah, or Allah?
Is it Jesus, is it God or is just yourself?
Definitely not to be imposed, being a demon
Because this is the joy of believing
Men, to believe in yourselves
But for sure, the higher power
Resides only to ride in the heart of the true

From the soul, of the man, for truth never has an alibi
In the poetry, or in it's realm
That's what pulls all words together
Just to understand, that every man, is his own man
And only man can satisfy the man
Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man
The for realness of the man
You can't shake the man, when you feel the man, you know the man
And you gotta call yourself because you are that man

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'

I put my faith in God
blessed and still breathin'
Even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin' the grievin'

Who do you believe in?
Who do you
Oh blessed, oh blessed
Oh who do you
Do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin'
And even though it's hard
That's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin'
I'm askin'' the grievin', who do you believe in?

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And Then There Was Silence - Lyrics - A Night At The Opera - Blind Guardian

Title: And Then There Was Silence
Album: A Night At The Opera
Artist: Blind Guardian
Composer(s): Hans Juergen Kuersch, Andre Olbrich

Lyric:
Turn your head and see the fields of flames

(Don't move along)
He carries along
('Cause things they will go wrong)

From a distant place
(The end is getting closer)
He's on his way
(Day by day)

He'll bring decay
In shades of gray
We're doomed to face the night
Light's out of sight

Since we've reached the point of no return
We pray for the starlight we wait for the moon
The sky is empty, alone in the unknown
We're getting nowhere

We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain
The sacred hall's empty and cold
The sacrifice made should not be done in vain
Revenge will be taken by Rome

We live a lie
Under the dying moon
Pale-faced laughs doom
Indulges in delight

It's getting out of hand
The final curtain will fall

Hear my voice
There is no choice
There's no way out
You'll find out

We don't regret it
So many men have failed but now he's
(Gone)
Go out and get it

The madman's head it shall be thine
We don't regret it
That someone else dies hidden in
(Disguise)

Go out and get it
Orion's hound shines bright

Don't you think it's time to stop the chase
Around the ring
Just stop running, running
Round the ring

Don't you know that fate
Has been decided by the gods?
Feel the distance, distance
Out of reach

Welcome to the end
Watch your step, Cassandra, you may fall
As I've stumbled on the field
Find myself in darkest places
(Sister mine)

Find myself drifting away
(Death's a certain thing)
And the other world
The other world appears

Find myself she dies in vain

I cannot be freed, I'm falling down
As time runs faster, moves towards disaster
The ferryman will wait for you, my dear

And then there was silence
Just a voice from the other world
Like a leaf in an icy world
Memories will fade

Misty tales and poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone, will my weary soul find
Release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end
(Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the
(Way)
In decay, the flame of Troy will shine bright

The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall
The newborn's death
Would be a blessing to us all

Good choice? Bad choice?
Out of three you've chosen misery

Power and wisdom you deny
(Bad choice, bad choice)

War is the only answer
When love will conquer fear

So the judgment's been made
To the fairest the graceful says
Badly he fails

(Warning)
Fear the heat of passion, father king
(Don't let him in, don't let her in)
Desire, lust, obsession
Death they'll bring
(We can't get out once they are in)

She's like the sunrise
Outshines the moon at night
Precious like starlight
She will bring in a murderous price

(In darkness grows the seed of man's defeat)
Jealousy
(I can clearly see the end now)
I can clearly see the end now
I can clearly see the end now

(The thread of life is spun)
The coin's been placed below my tongue

Never give up, never give in
Be on our side so we can win
Never give up, never give in
Be on out side

(Old moon's time)
Is soon to come

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing to lose like one we'll stand
We'll face the storm
Created by a man

Roar, roar, roar, roar
Troy
(Troy, Troy, Troy)
And as the lion slaughters man
I am the wolf and you're the lamb

(Hallowed)
Troy will fall round the walls
Faith is shattered, bodies fall

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing to lose like one we'll stand
It's all for one and one for all
We live for will be wiped out

I feel that something's
(Wrong)
Surprise, surprise they're gone

Full moon your time goes by
And new moon's still kept out of sight
We live, misty tales and poems lost
(We die)
All the bliss and beauty will be gone

Will my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end
(Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the
(Way)
In decay, the flame of Troy will shine bright

Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)

Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)

(Roam in darkness)
(We will be lost if you truly believe)
(Roam in darkness)
Troy in darkness

(There's a cold emptiness in our hearts)
That they've gone away
(And)
Won't come back

They'll tear down the wall to bring it in
They'll truly believe in the lie
Lie, lie

With blossoms
They'll welcome the old foe

The vision's so clear
When day and dream
Unite the end is near
You better be prepared

The nightmare shall be over now
There's nothing more to fear
Come join in our singing
And dance with us now

The nightmare shall be over now
There's nothing more to fear
The war it is over forevermore

No hope
The blind leads the blind
Carry on
Though future's denied

Mare or stallion
There's far more inside
We are in at the kill
We'll cheerfully die

Misty tales and poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone
(Will)
My weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end
(Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the
(Way)
In decay, the flame of Troy will shine bright

Holy light shines on

So the judgment's been made
We're condemned
Though the trial's far ahead

The crack of doom, Father
Your handsome son is heading home

Still the wind blows, calm and silent
Carries news from a distant shore
Still the wind blows, calm and silent
Carries news from a distant shore
Still the wind blows, calm and silent
(Out of mind)

Carries news from a distant shore
(Can't get it)
(Still the wind blows, calm and silent)
(Out of mind)

(Carries news from a distant shore)
(Can't get it out of my head)
(Can't get it out of mind)
(Can't get it out of my head)

Sorrow and defeat
Sorrow and defeat

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Beef - Lyrics - Notorious B.I.G.

Title: Beef
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Nashiem Myrick, Kazumi Tabata, Sean Puffy Combs, Albert Johnson, Carlos Broady, Phil Hurtt, Bunny Sigler, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
We here, we ain't goin' nowhere
Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G., I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', check it

My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop top notch, playa hatin' won't stop
This instant, rappers too persistent
Quick to spit, Biggie name on shit

Make my name taste like ass when you speak it
See me in the street, your jewelry, you can keep it
That'll be our little secret, see me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz

Hope they know my nigga gutter fuckin' kidnap kids
Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out

Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all disappear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

I done clapped at the best of them, been caused the death of them
These dudes don't want no more, shit is affectin' them
Tops popped off, them niggaz from the bridge
Just be wildin' on you line, that red dot on you

Don't know or warn you, catch them all hogged up
Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit
Number one with the buddhaka
Henny sour diesel, ain't no tellin' what I do to ya
It's obvious ma, you ain't fuckin', keep it movin' ma

Pow pow pow pow pow, they shot 'em in they cars
I wish I was there, I would've shot back all 'em
They fire return fire, put it right back on 'em
Sacrifice myself for you no problem

In the flames I burn for my niggaz that's gone
And the niggaz that took the hits on my niggaz
You been warned, P's not the one, Hav not the one
You try to run up on us, we already bustin' the guns

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

They'll be nothin' but smooth sailin'
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin'
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you

Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
Watch me set it off like Vivica, here lies your demise
Close your eyes, think good thoughts

Die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen
It's bad 'cause I just begun
What make the shit real bad, I was havin' fun

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

Beef doesn't happen on records, beef does not happen on records
You don't know what beef is, you don't want no beef
You fuckin' fake studio ass, gangsta rappin' motherfuckers
Fuck outta here

Beef is B.I.G. not bein' here, beef is your love ones not bein' here
Beef is every so called ghetto superstar that rose to the top
And dropped just as quickly on some bullshit, what's beef 2006?
What's beef? Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is
Fuck all y'all, Bad Boy Bitch we still here

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Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Keepin It Gangsta (Remix)
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): J Grinnage, David Styles, Paul Cain, Ken Ifill, E Murray, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
D Block, true indeed
Double R, yes, true indeed
Desert Storm, true indeed
Sheek Lu' where you at?
Aah, true indeed
Haha, you know how we doin' baby?
Keepin' it gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo

How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got
Many bricks could move, you can say 20 a block
Many niggas'll ride you could fill a football field
How much money you got? You think I signed a football deal

My nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lane
You know major league niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways

And we still got extra of rhymes, still gangsta
Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom
And we still got kilos of Coke
Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath

That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head
'Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, 5th in the Holst
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, Daddy kissin' the ghost

Comin' through like 'The Matrix' in the A-6
Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick
Give me the safe, I spit at your face
Double clip in your mug, then have S P hit it wit mase

And we just caught Burners and do me, I'll say this
Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
Keep heat and we shank ya, rob ya and say, "Thank ya"
Now, that's keepin' it gangsta

Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta
(Yeah, okay, uh, yeah, uh, yo)

We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas, do better both
Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors
We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty
I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde

I don't keep the scope on a ratchet
For the dope, I'm gonna catch it
Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket
My whole crew got glocks on 'em
In a hurry to shoot, like they put shot clocks on 'em

All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has
A V 12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast
We done came out the cages in shackles
I ain't call a pager to track you, I'm loadin' up gages to whack you

We been riding together and us back and forth
It's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together
Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
That's why I travel with a semi like Eddie in 'Coming To America'

Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya
Won't know you hit, 'til your body numbin' in that area
The kids don't want to see the toast of Mom and Daddy
Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties in a toasted armor Caddy

And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spittin'
Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin'
Ghetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga
We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta

Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta

Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay
M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day
B Day nigga get up off snooze
Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news

You ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up
Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up
And die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through
Be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom

It's the livest motherfucers of the century
You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha
Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it
Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus

Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those
As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows
The M O, M O P is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up, come on

Yo, your ego, why still spit lines, that your bitch?
Play C low and spit four five's at your six
Ya'll really wanna lose your life
So, I'ma smack flames out ya
Pick ya money up and roof ya dice

Yo, you done know were we from, soldier come, soldier jump
Soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over
With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone
Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn

You know who be keepin' it gangsta
With a truck full of goons that fakesta
And the Brownsville niggas from the past
That run up, put a hammer to ya gut and tell ya
"Drop it in the bag"

You gangsta, Paul, whatever
'Cause for real if I ever, ever, what?
Ever, ever catch yo ass flippin', I'ma pop a collar, boom
Woo mack and when your bitch holla

Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta

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No Good - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: No Good
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Vito Tisdale, Brian K Scott, Kenneth Ryan Anthony, William Rahsaan Hughes, Ron Wilson, Melvin Adams, Brian J Kidd

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Lyric:
Yooooo
I said yooooo
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it
This for my country thug street yeagas
You know we gon'

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

My yeaga lookin' like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Evr'ything tight, volume 2 off in the trunk, bump

In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed south
Woodgrain, pure grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real from lames
Yeaga B Stile's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, Lagrange, to mills and fane
Look how far Louisville's done came
Now break it down

I like my pockets fat
And my weed green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep
My yeagas bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'

Check, check
My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang, unchanged
We sendin' slugs through ya brain
(Fuck what you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the sane

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla gin-jack
Dreaded out, throwin' up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a optimo
Keep the change, got to go

Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?
I say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his pappy

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

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Digging For Some Words - Lyrics - Johnny Clegg &Amp; Savuka

Title: Digging For Some Words
Artist: Johnny Clegg &Amp; Savuka
Composer(s): Johnny Clegg

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Lyric:
Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies

I'm digging for some words beneath the stones in Zimbabwe
I'm searching for a drum song in the jungles of Zaire
I'm groping for the blood moon in the mountains of Malawi
Looking for the lion of Ethiopia

Settling dusk gets darkened by the bark of the baboon
The frogs and the owls no longer call to the moon
The warlords have gathered, blue smoke hiss from teeth of chrome
And the baobab trembles in the boiling blood loam

The fireplace is broken and the grinding stone too
Its million pieces flung across the plains of Africa
Each dusty fragment, a seed from which grows
The memory of a debt that only you and I will know

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies

Seven seasoned soldiers have been summoned from Saigon
A craven walkie-talkie puts their bloodshot armor on
Some drink beer, milk, some drink kinky-kola
Sheep dogs live in Outeniqua, gun dogs in Angola

Flames lick the corners of each hungry horseman's smile
They have locusts in their scabbards and desert's in their eyes
Passing through the air, they leave a sea of fetid rumors
As they ride upon the skyline on a secret trail of lies

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies

I found some words beneath a stone in Zimbabwe
I heard a distant drum song in the jungles of Zaire
The blood moon spoke of war in the mountains of Malawi
But I never found the lion of Ethiopia

Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to speak to the seasons?
For the ravens and the crows already soak up the skies

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After Dollars, No Cents - Lyrics - Master P

Title: After Dollars, No Cents
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): K-Lou Masta P Silkk The Shocke

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Lyric:
Come one, come all, tru niggaz ball
I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Nigga tryna pay tha rent

I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz
Gats for enemies, freeze, hundreds of greens
Kill, robbery soldiaz born to ride
Killaz born to die, mommaz was born to cry

Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger
Niggaz from tha South keep one up in tha chamber
Lord knows when ya enemy is quick
That's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back

'Cuz they gone off that pila shit cane
Niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains
Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop?
Who tha next in tha hood to get shot?

I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU
Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry
Look my enemy in tha eye

Fuck every nigga that ain't real, 'cuz we 'bout it
And if I have to die 'cuz a nigga gon' shout it
I was born a 'No Limit Soldia' from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked
No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds and balls
Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed
Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South to Overseaz

Niggaz Independent and Rowdy
Nigga check billboard number 1 and bout it
That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio
Now niggaz might see tha P on tha video

But a niggaz still tru to tha gizame
Represent tha hood and every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang
These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill
Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, 'cuz we

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollars, no cents
From Shabz to Benz
From cheddar to cheeze
Tryna pay tha rent

After dollarz, no cents
We represent'n No Limit
Put it down Rolex, presidential
Nigga ride everythang I done sent you

Nigga, I went from riches to riches
Not muthafuck'n rags to riches
'Cuz I've always had money
Plus I've always had bitches

Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo
Nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know
'Cuz I pull a high solo, hit 'em fo' they gee'z low
Lay low, crow get a bien' to go

Why ain't you ever know?
Don't crush dimes and mo mo's
Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low
Take a trip together to tha ocapulka

But show those
Put ya breasts right up under my polo's
Nigga strapped with a 44' and I'm solo
To try test'n tha best nut and that's a no, no

365 days, 24-7, I'm 'bout my richez
See money is a must, everything is a plus
Including weed and bitchez

It went from 18.5 a key, not 18.5 fo' me
See'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know
Ghetto millionaire, ship and guard tha dope, you know

We have Silkk and P

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