Half-Life - Lyrics - Here Comes The Zoo - Local H

Title: Half-Life
Album: Here Comes The Zoo
Artist: Local H
Composer(s): David Scott Lucas, Brian St. Clair

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Lyric:
Three, four half-life, welcome the worst
Born to your station and your station's a curse
Daddy says, "Wait and see"
Ain't seen the sun since 1973

Half-life, fake your claim
Falling asleep and waking up is the same
Half alive and half dead too
Work is for suckers and the sucker is you

You know the lies they tell are told until they're true
You know they hardly ever, you know they hardly ever
(Yeah, I'm falling fast, I'm not gonna last)

Ya want it, they got it, it's your circumstance
You know the hardly ever give a leaper a chance
Half-life, half-life, half-life or nothing at all

Half-life and all fucked up
You're born with nothing better make it enough
Pat in the back kick in the teeth
Alcohol will be your only relief

You know the lies they tell are told until they're true
You know they hardly ever, you know they hardly ever
(Yeah, I'm falling fast, I'm not gonna last)

Ya want it, they got it, it's your circumstance
You know the hardly ever give a leaper a chance
Half-life, half-life, half-life or nothing at all

You know the lies they tell are told until they're true
You know they hardly ever, you know they hardly ever
(Yeah, I'm falling fast, I'm not gonna last)

Ya want it, they got it, it's your circumstance
You know the hardly ever give a leaper a chance
Half-life, half-life, half-life or nothing at all

You know the lies they tell are told until they're true
You know they hardly ever, you know they hardly ever
(Yeah, I'm falling fast, I'm not gonna last)

Ya want it, they got it, it's your circumstance
You know the hardly ever give a leaper a chance
Half-life, half-life, half-life or nothing at all

You know they hardly ever give a leaper a chance

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Cynical - Lyrics - Enter The Haggis

Title: Cynical
Artist: Enter The Haggis
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
Depleted uranium is used on the ends of bullets
And on the ends of shells because it is so hard
Almost any armament is vulnerable
To something that is tipped with depleted uranium

In the cities and towns of Afghanistan
In the heart of the Balkans, the heart of Iraq
Not your Grandfather?s style of deadly munitions
It?s silent and deadly years after the mission

Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime

Gonna cut through their armor, then cut through your lungs
If you make it home alive, you?ll still die young
A greedy gang of liars, yeah, we?ve seen it all before
A moneymaking scheme led by war-profiteering whores

Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime

They were throwing it away
Until they figured out they could use it for armament

Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, you?ll waste away
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, you?ll waste a

We?ve heard their lies before and we know they?re lying again
Feels like a deja vu of Agent Orange and Vietnam
Weaponry so sadistic, it is hard to comprehend
War profits surge with every breath by Uncle Sam

Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime

We went to a hospital in Southern Iraq
And a woman was there with a very deformed child
And her husband had been in the Iraqi Army
And had been in the battles in Southern Iraq
And came home and they produced a baby
That was, very severe malformations

Both the Leukemia rates in children
And malformations at birth had increased by six hundred percent
And it was clearly an epidemic where all this DU had been dumped
It becomes a dust that can be inhaled
And infect the blood stream and the rest of the body

And it was the opinion of the doctors there
That this was caused by depleted uranium
They simply saw this as being a direct result
Of the war by the United States

Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away

Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away

The doctor said, ?Women at the time of birth
Don?t ask if it?s a boy or a girl, they ask, 'Is it normal?'?

The military denies first and then after the evidence builds to the point
Where they can no longer deny, then they do the research
That?s what happened in the Vietnam era around Agent Orange
And I suspect and I?m worried that that?s what will happen this time

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Depleted Uranium Is A War Crime - Lyrics - For Blood & Empire - Anti Flag

Title: Depleted Uranium Is A War Crime
Album: For Blood & Empire
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
Depleted uranium is used on the ends of bullets
And on the ends of shells because it is so hard
Almost any armament is vulnerable
To something that is tipped with depleted uranium

In the cities and towns of Afghanistan
In the heart of the Balkans, the heart of Iraq
Not your Grandfather?s style of deadly munitions
It?s silent and deadly years after the mission

Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime

Gonna cut through their armor, then cut through your lungs
If you make it home alive, you?ll still die young
A greedy gang of liars, yeah, we?ve seen it all before
A moneymaking scheme led by war-profiteering whores

Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime

They were throwing it away
Until they figured out they could use it for armament

Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, you?ll waste away
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, you?ll waste a

We?ve heard their lies before and we know they?re lying again
Feels like a deja vu of Agent Orange and Vietnam
Weaponry so sadistic, it is hard to comprehend
War profits surge with every breath by Uncle Sam

Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime

We went to a hospital in Southern Iraq
And a woman was there with a very deformed child
And her husband had been in the Iraqi Army
And had been in the battles in Southern Iraq
And came home and they produced a baby
That was, very severe malformations

Both the Leukemia rates in children
And malformations at birth had increased by six hundred percent
And it was clearly an epidemic where all this DU had been dumped
It becomes a dust that can be inhaled
And infect the blood stream and the rest of the body

And it was the opinion of the doctors there
That this was caused by depleted uranium
They simply saw this as being a direct result
Of the war by the United States

Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away

Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away

The doctor said, ?Women at the time of birth
Don?t ask if it?s a boy or a girl, they ask, 'Is it normal?'?

The military denies first and then after the evidence builds to the point
Where they can no longer deny, then they do the research
That?s what happened in the Vietnam era around Agent Orange
And I suspect and I?m worried that that?s what will happen this time

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Half Life - Lyrics - Winter Pays for Summer - Glen Phillips

Title: Half Life
Album: Winter Pays for Summer
Artist: Glen Phillips
Composer(s): Glen Richard Phillips

Lyric:
Count down the rings or pick up the phone
But she?s sure to know you?re not alone
More on the side, less at the home
Dust and dry earth, where a garden should grow

It?s your decision now
To give love or just get out
Don?t be another half life in this house

Why did you come here? What did you want?
You did somethin' right, just look what you've got
Well you can fake it at work, fake it for friends
Not for your children or the woman you wed

And it?s your decision now
To give love or just get out
Don?t be another half life in this house
Don?t be another half life in this house

But I know you?ve got it in you
Let it go and just let her in to you
There?s dirt in your nails and blood on the floor
You play for the angles, you play what you know

So make your decision now
Dig in or get the hell out
Don?t be another half life in this house
You?ll be another half life in this house
Don?t bring another half life to this house

But I know you?ve got it in you
Just let 'em into you
Why can?t you let 'em in?
Why can?t you let 'em in?

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Half Enough - Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Title: Half Enough
Artist: Lorrie Morgan
Composer(s): Reed Nielsen, Wendy Waldman

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Lyric:
I wish there was a big room somewhere
And they kept all the time in there
All the time that got away somehow
And I wish there was a way I could get it back now

Startin' right at the day
When you looked at me that way
The way you smiled when you said my name
I could see my life would never be the same

And I knew nothin' I could say or do
Would come close to thankin' you for your love
And I could try for the rest of my life
But that wouldn't be half enough

Through all the crazy years
I turned around and you were here
Sweeter than my wildest dreams
Yeah, you showed me what true love means

And I knew nothin' I could say or do
Would come close to thankin' you for your love
And I could try for the rest of my life
But that wouldn't be half enough

And I knew nothin' I could say or do
Would come close to thankin' you for your love
And I could try for the rest of my life
But that wouldn't be half enough
And I could try for the rest of my life
But that wouldn't be half enough

Half enough, half enough
It wouldn't be half enough
Half enough, half enough
It wouldn't be half enough

Half enough, half enough
It wouldn't be half enough
Half enough, half enough
It wouldn't be half enough

Half enough, half enough
It wouldn't be half enough
Half enough, half enough
It wouldn't be half enough

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Half The Man - Lyrics - Blackout - Hed Pe

Title: Half The Man
Album: Blackout
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Ben Vaught, Chad Benekos, Jerrad Shain, Wes Geer, Doug Boyce, Mark Young

Lyric:
Caught between the ones you love
And the ones who would destroy you
Caught between the sunlight
And the night that came before you
Caught between the madness and confusion of deception
You just close your eyes

I can't help noticing the fear that's in your eyes

Why do I feel this way?
I can barely stand up straight
Just take a good look at me
Now I'm about half the man
Just half the man
Every dog has it's day
I can barely stand and wait
Just take a good look at me
Now I'm about half the man
Just half the man

Caught between the streets you love
And the other side of time
Caught between your new interest
And the one you left behind
Caught between the madness and confusion of deception
You just close your eyes

I can't help noticing the fear that's in your eyes

Why do I feel this way?
I can barely stand up straight
Just take a good look at me
Now I'm about half the man
Just half the man
Every dog has it's day
I can barely stand and wait
Just take a good look at me
Now I'm about half the man
Just half the man

I've wasted so much time
I've wasted half my life
They tried to take away my life
They tried to take away my life

Caught between the milky way
And the other side of time
Caught between your new best friend
And the one you left behind
Caught between the madness and confusion of deception
You just close your eyes

I can't help noticing the fear that's in your eyes

Why do I feel this way?
I can barely stand up straight
Just take a good look at me
Now I'm about half the man
Just half the man
Every dog has it's day
I can barely stand and wait
Just take a good look at me
Now I'm about half the man
Just half the man

I've wasted so much time
I've wasted half my life
They tried to take away my life
They tried to take away my life

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Glamour Life - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Glamour Life
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Lashan Lewis, C Rios

Lyric:
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks
Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo
Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up?
Stick around

Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana
Stand and pose in front of cameras
With my golden silk pajamas on smoking Havanas, drinking Don P
Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante

Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire
Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamin's
'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense

I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York
Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino

Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters
I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics
Sitting on top of the world like the sun
A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun

It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

Ripped off from the infinity
Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity
Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
All eyes I be, on the quest for loot

Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker
Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun
(Get the motherfucking gun)
Since [unverified] become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's

Dirty rats pack gats for cheese bullets of breeze at light speed
Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys

Please, no remorse for your two face
Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase
You about to take who's place? Not Seis
Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace

The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena
The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira
Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick

Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
Hollow tips an', cop killers with the [unverified]
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days

Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke
Always broke with your lazy ways
Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
In the back seat, having rough sex

I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit
Think twice, I give Christ your kids
I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning
I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity

It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
I'll like the Yakuza run the Orient
Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium

She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium
Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia

It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia
Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke
Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'

Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordan's
Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
Currency's gonna murder me, it's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us

My life, my life
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life

The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
Enough for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight
Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light

The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer

The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
Minimize, send them to Christ in the after life
Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit

Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch

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Nas Is Like - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Nas Is Like
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, William Mitchell, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein' born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau and also, what defines my name
First it was nasty but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist but hardcore, my science for pain

I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze

Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin' for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin' large, takin' it light
Pushin' big toys, gettin' nice, enjoyin' your life
Is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N A S are the letters that spell Nas, Nas

Nas is like life or death, I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like half man half amazing
No doubt
Nas is like life or death, I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like half man, half amazing
No doubt

Nas is like earth, wind and fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
Nas is like Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin', techs on blocks

Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin' fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked

They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall but I rise, thug or die
Makin' choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is

Nas is like life or death, I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like half man half amazing
No doubt
Nas is like life or death, I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like half man, half amazing
No doubt

Nas is like sex to a nympho but nothin' sweet
I'm like beef, bustin' heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf griever
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' somethin' deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac, Dude you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company

I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
Combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces and none of 'em fam'
I'm the feelin' of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night now

Nas is like life or death, I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like half man half amazing
No doubt
Nas is like life or death, I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like half man, half amazing
No doubt

Nas is like
Nas is like

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Half Of My Mistakes - Lyrics - The Blue Dogs

Title: Half Of My Mistakes
Artist: The Blue Dogs
Composer(s): Radney Foster, Robert Bates Houck

Lyric:
Half of my mistakes, I made stone cold sober
Half of my mistakes, I made at closing time
Half the time I never saw it coming till it was over
Half of my mistakes I made with love on the line

Half of my mistakes, I swear I should've known better
Half of my mistakes were made just among friends
You get a little distance on it, the truth gets clearer
Half of my mistakes, hell I'd probably be making again

And if I had it all to do over
I'd probably win and lose just as much
I'd spend a lot less time on right and the wrong
And a whole lot more on love

Half of my mistakes, I made 'cause I was moving too quickly
Half of them were made 'cause my heart moved too slow
Nobody can tell you a damn thing if you ain't listening
Yeah, and half of my mistakes I made 'cause I couldn't let go

And if I had it all to do over
I'd know I'd win and lose just as much
And I'd spend a lot less time on right and the wrong
And a whole lot more on love

And if I had it all to do over
I'd know I'd win and lose just as much
I'd spend a lot less time on right and the wrong
And a lot more time on love

Half of my mistakes, I'd give anything to change how it ended
Half of my mistakes, God I wouldn't change a single thing
You can lean too hard on regrets, but I don't recommend it
'Cause half the good things in my life came from half of my mistakes
Yes, I said half the good things in my life came from half of my mistakes

Said, half of my mistakes, half of my mistakes, half of my mistakes
Half of my mistakes, half of my mistakes, half of my mistakes
Half of my mistakes, half of my mistakes, half of my mistakes

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Run For Your Life - Lyrics - Sammy Hagar

Title: Run For Your Life
Artist: Sammy Hagar
Composer(s): Pidgeon Goul

Lyric:
There's a line, for every lover
In the makeup on your face
There's a look in your eye
Says you realize your fate

And you've a mind, to rediscover
Tho we're half way through the race
And the neon lights keep calling you
To this place

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Well, your nights were filled with laughter
Now your days are fallin' rain
And your wondering when those stars
Are gonna shine again

You've got photographs to remind you
Of all the faces that you knew
But I'm sure they've got no time
To think of you

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Hey, Little Miss Lonely
Tho your world is falling apart
You've got a feeling inside you
And loving in your heart

Hey, Little Miss Lonely
Don't you waste your life away
You put the bad times behind you
Tomorrow's a brand new day
(Yeah)

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Miss Lonely
There'll be better days, and you can find the way
Ohh, Miss Lonely
There'll be better ways, and you can find them, someday

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on
...

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Living The Life - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Living The Life
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Hustle, Hustlenomics
Hustle, hustle, Hustlenomics
Hustle, hustle, Hustlenomics
Block ENT

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

I've been around the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh, for sure
Ain't tryin? to brag just as long as you knows

Hey you, tell me why you actin? like you're shocked?
Been gettin? money since my debut dropped
Pop a couple tabs with my man and them
Date an international chick, now I'm landin? them

International suites, now I'm stayin? in them
International freaks, I'm playin? with them
Acapulco hoes, hit the sand with them
We fuck all night, then I abandon them

Take a top model chick to the cabin, man
Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin?, man
But she call a few friends, run a caravan
I call a few friends, I love sharin? man

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
Nigga, Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram
She love takin? snapshots on the phone cam
Knockin? out a ringtone, that's a jam

I see shit the average nigga don't see
I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree
Just convinced her to skip town, just her and me
Hit the P and bank, exchange my currency

Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late
Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the States
M I A, yo, or Cuban Bistro
Feel the wind blow from the seashore

Six hour flight back to the West coast
Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin? close
Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her
I got some nerve to take this picture

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

Hey, you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G and I gets mine

Yeah, I can't lie, man, I done seen amazin? places
Amazin? broads with amazin? faces
Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
Baby, let's rinse off, we bathin? naked

Time to change clothes, we bathin? ape it
And this lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it
No paper trail, the Feds can't trace it
Blow a couple of hundred thou' around the world, let's make it

And you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G and I gets mine

I'm just living the life of a young baller, shot caller
Dope rider, don't mind me, I'm just doin? my thang
Living the life of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money, money, hey

Living the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money

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Pac’s Life - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Pac’s Life
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Kotari Cox, Lenton Hutton, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Clifford Harris, Tupac Shakur, Ashanti S. Douglas, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton, T.I
Ashanti, it's that new 'Pac y'all
Let's get it, let's go

Pac's life
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
What do you know about Pac's life?
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life, oh yeah

Started with five shots, **** plotting to **** him
Never figured that, that same **** sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a **** facing multiple digits

Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out rolling a double R
House full of happiness, **** and drank
Way out so when trouble tried to find me can't

Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change it comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly games

To all the mother**** speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?
To all y'all **** conversating on my life
Mind your mother**** business

Pac's life
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
What do you know about Pac's life?
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life, oh yeah

What's happening Pac , yeah, I know we never got to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fate **** can't stop a G
And all the **** you went through meant a lot to me

Yeah watchin' you locked up with him was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real **** it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of **** tryna bang with me

And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the courtroom blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real **** death to the suckers

Money over ****, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonor never talk to undercovers
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse

Pac's life
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
What do you know about Pac's life?
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life, oh yeah

I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight 'cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these **** is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my ****

They jump my automatic keep 'em weary while you fronting
Like you Billy Bad **** **** you scary I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers in Junior High
I was itching' to **** and you was, ready to die

While you bull**** **** was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at **** in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
**** die in a hurry still I ride, I'm never worried

Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd and **** die
It's not the way I wanna live my **** it's how it is
Only real **** stay on top, word up

Pac's life
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
What do you know about Pac's life?
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life, oh yeah

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Out Of Reach - Lyrics - Funeral For A Friend

Title: Out Of Reach
Artist: Funeral For A Friend
Composer(s): Gareth Davies, Matthew Lee Davies, Ryan Richards, Kris Roberts, Darran Smith

Lyric:
Launch the ships
The walls are closing in
Close our eyes
In the deepest darkness

Sail away, sail away to find them
Half a life, half a life among light
Sail away, sail away to find them
Half a life, half a life amongst them

Out of reach
Too far gone to be saved

Hear the sound
The call is to believe
Husbands and sons
Are lost to their sea

Sail away, sail away to find them
Half a life, half a life amongst them

Out of reach
Too far gone to be saved
Out of reach
Taken by the waves
By the waves

The light that shines
Will dull the eyes
The light that shines
Will dull the life

Out of reach
Too far gone to be saved
Out of reach
Taken by the waves

Out of reach, out of reach
Out of reach
Too far gone to be saved

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Life As - Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: Life As
Album: Mr Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Austin Harvey Jr, Harvey Osten, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Get the burner, uhh, the burner, let loose the cannon
Blood drippin', slippin' off my planet
Man, the panic, funk mode
Mechanical mix flows, competition in my dojo

Swing a hook, got the vertebrae, be brave
Heat gain meltin' on my heatwave
Power to the crowd, pandemonium
Showin' em how I gets down

The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous
The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous

Triggedy, sky high like a kite
God diggity, every other cloud's blue
Puff on a, yea, puff on a
Bring it on, off, on, baby one two

Peep in the arena, death at your doorstep
Right around the corner is the land of regret
When ya sweat to get down, sweat to get off and on
Till then nothin' normal 'bout my songs

The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous
The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous

The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous
The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous

L L cool, J Jazzy jewel
Takin' dime pieces to the real school
I got 'em on nations buckin' like fools
Pit bulls fightin' over streets I rule

Catch it if you can when the hatchet hits your hand
Throw ya skunks in the air, my funk got the flair, man
I can do division, baby I can do math
Multiplying fractions now ya know the half

Knuckle games played, must pack steel
Oh yes, I'm livin' like real
To the highest extent, bloody clothes doin' battle
To the death of my foes, it's my show

The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous
The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous

The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous
The life of a killer is scandalous
The life of a killer is dangerous

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Half A Life - Lyrics - Bayside

Title: Half A Life
Artist: Bayside
Composer(s): Nick Ghanbarian, Christopher Guglielmo, Jack A O'Shea, Anthony S Raneri

Lyric:
I've been meaning to ask you
How life looks from the nose bleed seats
And to ask you how it feels to bleed
Your life's a waste

And the way that I'll ask it
Will have revenge woven throughout
But will be masked with the concern
That a friend would bring, you're so incomplete

Hold a mirror to show just what you've become
And read your diary to figure out where things went wrong
I don't think I'll ever understand
How a cowardly cat can call himself a man

You're all show and it's getting old
You're all show and it's getting old

As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
Making the best of what is left
And you're a naysayer who will never know
What it's like to really have half a life

I've been meaning to harm you
In the best way that I see fit
I'm not sure if this did the trick
But I think it did

Hold a mirror to show just what you've become
And read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong
I hope one day you understand
A girl on your arm won't make you a man

You're all show and it's getting old
You're all show and it's getting old

As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
Making the best of what is left
And you're a naysayer who will never know
What it's like to really have half a life

Keep walking down your shallow lonely road
It's dark and cold and it's yours and yours alone

If you dig too deep are you scared you'll find something
As spoonfuls of shit will surely add up
Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease
You're life's a crime scene and it won't help to blame me

As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
Make the best of what is left
And you're a naysayer who will never know
What it's like to really have half a life

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The Lane (E.V.A. Remix) - Lyrics - Ice T

Title: The Lane (E.V.A. Remix)
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Richard J. Ascencio, Steffon Johns, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player don't sleep

The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans
Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki

Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope
Snitches in the game, give the young G's names
Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee, similar to a flea

Suck the blood out or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grand mama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the drama

Lookin' for another baller to hit and never call her
All in vain life in the lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch 'em stroll back and forth

They take a pay-off
Or a blow job just to lay off
The lane's no joke
Yo, you players stay broke

A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta watch my back myself
Or else they'll find my body layin' on a coroner shelf
It's the lane

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep

Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
Gang bangers start to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash

Gotta represent, what you say you are, that's a star
Feds got a homin' device on your car
That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
Birds you had, 12, now you got a L

Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin'
Drive-by shootings can't end, kids are dyin'
The cream is the ultimate goal, gots to roll
Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar

Bitches workin' plastic with the fake ID's
Life in the lane, stackin' up G's
Chop shops taggin' up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin' full kilos in beakers

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip
'Cause bet your life there'll be another hustler
Checkin' yo grip
It's the lane

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep

Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he's back stuck
Bitches settin' niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin' weight in a g ride Lac

Don't talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
Don't check the rear view, there's no turnin' back
It's the lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and mash
Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash

Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybody'll squeal, take the L or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel for the cops, you're a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel

But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state pen
It's the lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin' hoes

Anything goes
There's no limit, just mash
The cops will be there
When you crash

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player don't sleep

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The Lane - Lyrics - VI: Return Of The Real - Ice T

Title: The Lane
Album: VI: Return Of The Real
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Richard J. Ascencio, Steffon Johns, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player don't sleep

The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans
Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki

Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope
Snitches in the game, give the young G's names
Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee, similar to a flea

Suck the blood out or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grand mama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the drama

Lookin' for another baller to hit and never call her
All in vain life in the lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch 'em stroll back and forth

They take a pay-off
Or a blow job just to lay off
The lane's no joke
Yo, you players stay broke

A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta watch my back myself
Or else they'll find my body layin' on a coroner shelf
It's the lane

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep

Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
Gang bangers start to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash

Gotta represent, what you say you are, that's a star
Feds got a homin' device on your car
That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
Birds you had, 12, now you got a L

Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin'
Drive-by shootings can't end, kids are dyin'
The cream is the ultimate goal, gots to roll
Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar

Bitches workin' plastic with the fake ID's
Life in the lane, stackin' up G's
Chop shops taggin' up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin' full kilos in beakers

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip
'Cause bet your life there'll be another hustler
Checkin' yo grip
It's the lane

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep

Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he's back stuck
Bitches settin' niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin' weight in a g ride Lac

Don't talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
Don't check the rear view, there's no turnin' back
It's the lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and mash
Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash

Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybody'll squeal, take the L or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel for the cops, you're a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel

But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state pen
It's the lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin' hoes

Anything goes
There's no limit, just mash
The cops will be there
When you crash

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player don't sleep

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More To Life - Lyrics - Stacie Orrico

Title: More To Life
Artist: Stacie Orrico
Composer(s): Damon E. Thomas, Sabelle Breer, Kevin Kadish, Lucy Woodward, Harvey Jr. Mason

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah

I've got it all but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside
Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing
And why can't I let it go?

There's gotta be more to life
Than chasing down every temporary high
To satisfy me 'cause the more that I'm
Trippin' out, thinkin' there must be more to life
Well, there's life but I'm sure there's gotta be more
(Than wanting more)

I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly
Here in this moment I'm half-way out the door
Onto the next thing
I'm searching for something that's missing

There's gotta be more to life
Than chasing down every temporary high
To satisfy me 'cause the more that I'm
Trippin' out, thinkin' there must be more to life
Well, there's life but I'm sure there's gotta be more
I'm wanting more

Oh, I'm always waiting on something
Other than this
Why am I feelin' like
There's something I've missed? Yeah
(Something I've missed)

There's gotta be more to life
Than chasing down every temporary high
To satisfy me 'cause the more that I'm
Trippin' out, thinkin' there must be more to life
Well, there's life but I'm sure

There's gotta be more to life
Than chasing down every temporary high
To satisfy me 'cause the more that I'm
Trippin' out, thinkin' there must be more to life
Well, there's life but I'm sure
(There's gotta be more to life)

More to, more to, more to life
(There's gotta be more to life)
More to, more to life

More to life
There's gotta be more
(There's gotta be more to life)
More to life

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Half Ass Monkeyboy - Lyrics - Mother Love Bone

Title: Half Ass Monkeyboy
Artist: Mother Love Bone
Composer(s): Wood Gilmore Ament Gossard Fairweathe

Lyric:
Said, "That's right"
How do you do, baby? Yeah

Half assed monkeyboy
I'm just a half assed monkeyboy

You scratching and dreaming till night turns into day
It's a surefire method to waste your life away
But me, I'm obliged to give you my disease
I'm abracadabra I do what I please, that's right

Stone cold mama, she's a bird from a feather

I tell you once or twice
I've focused all my energy, understanding you
Such a pretty little prancer in your burgundy blue
Witch hazel eyeballs taking care of love
Remember the key, mama, understand my words

Stone cold mama, she's a bird from a feather
Stone cold mama, yeah, that's right

Half assed monkeyboy, that's right
Half assed monkeyboy, that's right
Half assed monkeyboy
I'm just a, I'm just a, I'm just a
Half assed monkey child, break

If you want a plate of my beef swellington, baby
You're gonna have to pay the cover charge
Open wide let me suck the [Incomprehensible]

You suck
Stone cold mama, she's a bird from a

Half assed monkeyboy
Half assed monkeyboy
Half assed monkeyboy
I'm just a half assed monkeyboy
I'm just a half assed monkey child, hell

She walked, she slide
She said, "Two dimes for six"
She got AIDS for 25 years
She can buy me wine and good time
And a woman by my side

I don't know what I'd do
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
(Stone cold mama)

Half assed monkey
Half assed monkey
Half assed monkey child, yeah

Half assed monkeyboy
Half assed monkeyboy
Half assed monkeyboy
Half assed monkeyboy
(Do it what we do)

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