I Will Be With You (Where The Lost Ones Go) - Lyrics - Symphony - Sarah Brightman

Title: I Will Be With You (Where The Lost Ones Go)
Album: Symphony
Artist: Sarah Brightman
Composer(s): Espen Lind, Geir Hvidsten, Amund Bjorklund

Lyric:
Leave and let me go, you're not meant for me, I know
Carry on, carry on, and I'll stay strong
Leave and let me go, I will think of you, I know
But carry on, carry on, and I'll stay strong

Someone else will keep you warm from now on
Someone else will keep you safe from the storm
But I'll be with you wherever you go
So you will never be alone

I'm going where the wind blows
Going where the lost ones go

I will be with you
I'm losing the love I found, crying without a sound
Where have you gone?

I will be with you
You were my fool for love, sent me from high above
You were the one, I will be with you

I'm going where the wind blows
Going where the lost ones go

Leave and let me go, don't look back, just let me know
Carry on, carry on, you must stay strong

Nothing ever looks the same in the light
Nothing ever seems to quite turn out right
When you realize that you have been loved
And you will never be alone

I'm going where the wind blows
Going where the lost ones go

I will be with you
I'm losing the love I found, crying without a sound
Where have you gone?

I will be with you
You were my fool for love, sent me from high above
You were the one, I will be with you

I'm going where the wind blows
Going where the lost ones go

Leave and let me go, baby, I can't come along
Carry on, carry on, you must stay strong

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My Life - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: My Life
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): John Phillips, Inga Marchand, Deric Angelettie, Michelle Phillips, Jamal Barrow, K West

Lyric:
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?
See what I see

At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops
Learnin' how to seduce niggaz, takin' they loot
Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle
The finer things, all kinda things, power, money
Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it
The Gucci boots with the G's on it
A high price for this 'High price' life
While I'm on tour is my man cheatin' just for spite?
And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap
Or no other hands can hold me right
My girls ain't the same, guess it's 'cuz the fame
Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name
Mad 'cuz I made it, now friends intimidated
Hate it that I'm in the same game as them
With mo' fame than them, they know who they are
This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke
You was my sister, who used to dream together
How we could make it real big, do our thing together
Huh, Thelma and Louise together, remember them days?
Them niggas we played? Now we don't even speak
Went our seperate ways, seperate lives
Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game
About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it

My life, do ya feel what I feel?
My life, a black girl's ordeal my life
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?
My life
Do ya'll know what it feels like?
Do ya'll know what it be like?
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?

Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams
Said he think that lil' Ing will be illest in this rap -thing
Age four in my mother's shoes, swore I could sing
And even as a little girl I was doin' my thing
Uh, confused, I ain't asked to be born
Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom
Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come?
But he never showed up
I would pimp for them, became demented, then men?
Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me hurl
Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls
All I needed was love, all I wanted was love
Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs
The niggas who ain't care, just like daddy
If he ain't care, why should they?
For this 'High price' life, it's the price I pay

My life, do ya feel what I feel?
My life, a black girl's ordeal, my life
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?
My life
Do ya'll know what it feels like?
Do ya'll know what it be like?
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?

All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel
Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin'
Let him do his thing, I'm the one he's lovin'
I'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin'
That ain't keepin' him, specially if he in love with another chick
Then you stuck with the babymother shit
Don't be lovin' niggas more than yaself
Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home
Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases
Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused
While some say it's rude
But if I was a dude, they all be amused
But I'm a woman, so I'm a bitch, simple as that
Double standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe
Say I'm in it for the dough, but tell me
What tha fuck he in it for?
Wanted it all, now it's all mine
Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain
Nightmares, headlines, "Rapper found slain"
If it wasn't for my moms, I'd drown in this pain
Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me
'Cuz it ain't always what it seem on TV
Shit, but this is my nine to five ya'll
Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll

My life, do ya feel what I feel?
My life, a black girl's ordeal my life
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?
My life
Do ya'll know what it feels like?
Do ya'll know what it be like?
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?

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Me And My Crazy World - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Me And My Crazy World
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Ronald Bowser

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Lyric:
Yeah, 1997
Tony Fantell
Me and my crazy world
You know what I'm saying
Will my niggas that feel me throw your hands up
You know what I'm saying
All my honeys that know how we do throw your hands up
This the joint, for real
Yeah, we got my team in here
[incomprehensible] how we always do representing knocking shit down
Yeah, right
Feel me, yeah
Come on

Now, I'm in love with these two chicks
I don't know which one to pick
My feelings for them both are getting thick
Now am I wrong 'cause I don't wanna lose none of them
Am I confused? 'Cause I don't wanna choose one of them

It's no doubt I think about my honeys everyday
It's no question show my honeys love in every way
Possible, I once took my shorty to the hospital
She cut that hand on glass, plus I love that ass

Short and sexy, lips always wet see
I go downtown 'cause it's fresh plus she lets me
Rub it the right way like Johnny Gill would say
I'm glad you feel that way, sometimes we just chill and lay

In the sack, I rub her back when we're resting
It was love at first sight my confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up

I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go

Yo, I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go

Now, my next one, she lives out of state
I mean the sex and conversation situation is great
Every time I hit town we make a date
And when it's time to chill my shorty can't wait

Now, I can still remember when we first met each other
Exchanged numbers promised we won't forget each other
Goes to work and school, that's cool
No doubt, that's why a nigga went that route

Uniform Foot Locker, shorty lookin' proper
She's out to get me, can't stop her
Know I had a lover, yo, still went for her
Even copped a bed and kicks on the strength for her

Yo, chatted, talked about, see you later
From that moment on I knew that I had to date her
Couldn't conversate long, shorty had to go back to work
Something inside said, "That will work"

I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go

I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go

I thought I couldn't live with chicks 'cause they be to demanding
Especially the ones that's never understanding
Like, well who was that? Where you goin'? Who you out with?
Them same niggas I make moves and I shout with

Don't let these niggas in the street get your head up
Like they can do better than me plus I'm fed up
I had to tell my main chick that one time
Thinkin' to me short, she thought that I'm

Some clown nigga, she can scream on and talk to
I had to run her down the line this ain't no walk through
Now who the fuck you think you talkin' to, chick
Your complaining's makin' me sick

Understand man I tried to do my thing
Yo, understand I played the puppet on the string
Like I say, "Everyday, I be there for my friend
Good things always come to an end"

So yo, I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go

Yo, I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't want to let none of them go

See the moral of this is that I really do care
But I'm not afraid to go there
Very unselfish and yes, I do share
You could have your bitch but you gets nowhere

Word, she began by saying "Try after try"
It's a done deal, now I'm singing, "Bye-bye"
All I tried to do was keep you satisfied
Never dealing with no others I try

Too many threats kid, got to let her go
Always in your corner, got to let her know
As I grab my coat and painfully walked out
Hands about to give, we talked out

I'm feeling pain as it came to an end
I said to shorty, "I will always be your friend
Now if you ever need me I will be right there
I ain't going nowhere, for real"

I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go

I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go

Don't want to let them go, oh
Don't want to let them go, oh
Baby
[incomprehensible]
Baby
Oh

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There Only Was One Choice - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: There Only Was One Choice
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself giggling
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying acoustic

There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
America gone plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they just got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

When I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar

And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded questions
"Why does winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my poetry
And your past, my most potent glory
Your promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems fill my present
Are we both going somewhere?

Step right up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortise smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?

Oh B U Y Centennial
Sell 'em pre-canned laughter
America Perennial
Sing happy ever after

There's a dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more empty promises
There'll be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our play

It really was a good sign
The words went on to say
It shows that we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy ways
And I told myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about that

Harry, are you really so naive?
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be surprised?
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt
The answer is a question that I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did

Dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

The dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Come on
Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow

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Quiet Money - Lyrics - Az

Title: Quiet Money
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Animal T Carroll, Tyrone Fyffe, K Walker

Lyric:
This is quiet money fo life, understand huh
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh

This another one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been that's the key question?

Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon

See me if you need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the message

Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's probation got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations

This rap shit got us celebrating
Like we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation, serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
(Nothing)

Yo, at fourteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches

Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if you show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yeah I past it

Die right now take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full

First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hazy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team

And I'm gone make the block work
So's reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
Gotta flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

Jump out the drop top
Catch you why you copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at

Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
That's where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that

I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up

I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up

Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the tast out
We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest lieutenant
Yeah world it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete

Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream from the cradle to the casket green

Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if it's on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed

The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets it's a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
From light to day it's only right that we cock and spray

We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you a what the game need is a change of speed
Visualize the realism
I'm a dangerous speed

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

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Z - Streets Is Talking - Lyrics - The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000 - Jay

Title: Z - Streets Is Talking
Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Is he a blood? Is he a crip?
Is he that? Is he this?
Did he do it? You know uhh
Look

If I shoot you I'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit and I'm sick of explainin' this
I'm waitin' on arraignment my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah I know what you thinkin' fucked up ain't it?

I shoulda known better and I planned to
But dog they be takin' me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle
I sat back and watched it put the gats back in the closet
That's what I tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage

Let niggas take shots at me no response
I just flip and pop my collar like the fons
You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you twice the third time is the charm

You wanna conversate with the writer of the Quran
Or old testament don't test him then
I know what y'all thinkin' dick, pause
Your future's my past I've been here before

I know when you're schemin' I feel when you ply
And I got mental vision, intuition
I know where you goin' I read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin' pers-pers-pers-perspirin'

When the streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
I need to know

You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin'
And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin' the poppin'
And if you don't know guess who's doin' the droppin'

S dot again y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose?

Before you realize that it's probably true
Whatever Jigga say Jigga probably do
Shit I paid my dues I made the news
I came in the door for dolo blazed the crews

And the streets say"Jigga can't go back home"
You know when I heard that when I was back home
I'm comfortable dog Brooklyn to Rome
On any Martin Luther don't part with your future

Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that "He got flows"
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?

'For the shots froze him and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken my God
Everybody stressin' who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant? Let me tell you ahh

Nigga streets is talkin' niggaz is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
I need to know

When the, streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
I need to know

I seen my first murder in the hall if you must know
I lost my pops when I was eleven twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin' it's toll
But I ain't mad at you dad holla at your lad

I grew up pushin' snowflake to niggas that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nigga give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke think and drink
Cop came they complained front row watch game

I seen niggas before me with a chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young niggas go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin' puberty scared a nigga truthfully

I took trips with so much shit in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff
Smell me nigga, the real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga

The streets is not only watchin' but they talkin' now
Shit they got me circlin' the block before I'm parkin' now
Don't get it twisted I ain't bitchin' I'm just cautious now
Sub under the parka extra cartridge now

Hit his click sig up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic Express
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But fuck it I'm still alive and I'm still in jumaa I know stafallah

Niggas wanna press me put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know I spat to y'all
To know me is to love me you see me, can't be me hate this
Fuck you I got guns like Neo in 'Matrix'

Cross the family think Mac's sweet like Cairo
Or soft like play doh get knocked off like Fredo Corleone
They find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggas that'll follow you and go to your home

Thought you ball
But nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin'
Clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin

Apply full court pressure
Like four-four get you out of here, pull pressure
To the trigger bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves

I do bullshit
Dirt tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes
Realize it's beans

Niggas wanna despise the team
Till I play head coach and straight up divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Till the bullet ahh motherfuckers yeah

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Thug On Da Line - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug On Da Line
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Jermaine Hargrove, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Charles Scruggs, Sarkis Balasanyan, Vachik Aganiantz, Eloyd Britt, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
These niggaz don't know who the fuck they fuckin' with man
On the real shit nigga, this is Thugline nigga
And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off Leathaface
And I dedicate this shit to all them motherfuckers who used to be down

Wanna be down, but can't never be down
And that's simple because we ain't fuckin' with no punk pussy ass nigga
You know them niggaz that always talk the real shit
But they can never walk the real shit, listen up this ones for you, for you

Soon as I hear these cheese, I'ma stick you
Like I took ya picture, Kodak smile
You know that number to dial when in need of work
I proceeds to lurk, squattin' and schemin' plottin' on demon

And it's a whole lot of semen in this dick
Packin' biscuit, once the biscuits is baked
It boils down to the risk us niggaz take
Try Asu and leave ya loable to get floored

And if you ain't fully insured you ain't just asleep
Nigga snore, I got somethin' it
(All things)
You got some Henny nigga pour it
(We can all drank)

I done lost somethin' I ain't tryin' to find and I know it's love
Even though I'm dying inside, nigga is still a thug
The company I keep be wantin' me to heat fuck boom
I don't really wanna scorn, how I'm supposed to warn?

My folk once provoked, it's on and not gradually
Casualties is random, and like I tell 'em I dump naturally
Ay, yo, ay yo whatever you, saw I seen it whatever I say, I mean it
Most of y'all bitch niggaz wasn't thugs until Bone screamed it
Recognize the wisdom fuck that nigga shootin' clips

Matter of fact I'm tired of talkin, pull you pistol keep walkin'
Catch me on the puly wearin' a hoody
Or standin' on nigga lines, stressin', conversation
About dyin' it's Thugline that niggaz be askin' who is he?
It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucker it's K-Mizzy

Them motherfuckin' thugs is in the place to be
Fuckin' shit up it's T H U G L I N E
Got niggaz in the club killas out for blood
Motherfucker's hit the floor when we lit shit up

Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)

Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)

Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)

Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)

Nigga, anyway you want, this is Thugline willin'
And ready to dump fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
I got my line right here, here
You can step and we can jump it off right here

Fuck y'all niggaz, fuck y'all niggaz
How many niggaz you roll with that you feel is real?
How many niggaz you roll that know you gonna kill, gangsta huh?
Fuckin' with the Line it's about time someone took it over

I'ma get mine, can't wait for time 'cause it's almost over
I got wha'cha want baby, you can step but best believe
You won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up
I know you like that, throw your hands up

Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns
Dumpin' on these trick niggaz for funds
Titties bouncin' in the lo-lo, creepin' real slow
La Femme Nikita with my heater and they don't breathe no more

So trick, hit the floor, it's that boss bitch
Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch
Got your sister hostage, you got my green if not
I lost it, I'm leavin' a corpse absence

It seems you don't understand my pockets pitfil
So it's critical that I get the dough right now
All your wants I can't satisfy needs
Can't determine do's and don'ts amplifies my greed to multiply my G's

You want war nigga? I got somethin' for niggaz
Quick to bust the fourth-fifth for more figures
Standin' on the Frontline with my fan bam, Thugline
Bloody murder all these haters tryin' to take mine

Call me the boos fighter, Frontline rider
Leathaface'll catch a case up in this place
We'll show 'em who 'bout it, 'bout it
How the dealer stole and cut it, police won't even touch it

I'm a rich nigga come to my show and bring your bitch wit'cha
Two thousand niggaz all screamin' out loud 'Fuck the law'
And all y'all niggaz mean muggin' me and my niggaz is my car
Partna don't get me started

Y'all niggaz ain't seen me get retarded in that mode I'm harmless
When her bare arms we far from harmless
This is the bomb shit so ring the alarm
Takin' over the yard, nigga Thugline's in charge

On guard a new clique, and we got new shit
These niggaz ain't nobody you wanna fool with either
So be cool with it, then niggaz won't have any problems
357 revolver is all it takes to squash an solve 'em

We all in this business to get paid but meanwhile
We gotta go fight off the enemies that hate us for these styles
Made us some cheese, now fuck the world
Tell 'em Krayzie said it, will I ever switch?

Get out the thug shit? Nigga forget it
I'm real with these niggaz, I chill with these niggaz
I kill for these niggaz, 'cause these my niggaz

That's right nigga, just do y'all niggaz know y'all fuckin' with
The niggaz that's gone put the raw back in the game
Niggaz that's 100 percent pure thug-bred, thug nigga
Ya better believe that, roll call for the soldiers
On the frontline for the Thugline, Roll Call

Asu, where you at?
(Hey, yo Thug On Da Line)
K-Mont where you at?
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line)
Wish Bone where you at?
(What, Thug On Da Line)
La Reece where you at?
(Playa, Thug On Da Line)

You niggaz knowin' where I'm at
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line the Line)
The Line yeah, yeah, that motherfuckin' thug ass
Track you hear is my nigga Super Sako, we keep it thuggin'

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Only One Way Up - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Only One Way Up
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Uh yeah Jones, uh

Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf like you was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds

I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws

I'm in L.A. the top down the pedals floored
Wit a hot stiletto whore, suck my cock tell the law
And for you fagots I see past all your cheap stares
Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair, yeah

And I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin'
A total change from movin' crack off the steps of the building's
Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin'
In Park Ave where young Chris body found
A number is all to add to task body count
Watch it boy they'll show you how that shorty bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

I'm the most incredible, to ever do what you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, 'cause I spit like I never ate
And if I did then I'm just never full
Stop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe I'll cock the 4-4
I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man, yes I am a fuckin' vato loco

I went from the pot with cocoa to the block with cocoa
To gettin' locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops with cocoa
Now I'm just hot like cocoa
You can catch me on the block, being watched, in a drop
The same color as chocolate cocoa

I don't walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had corns on my feet
I see the Lord when I sleep and often He speaks
He says Juelz you better than all of these creeps

So I got all my shit light, got on my shit right
Not a lot of thems this nice, but the games funny so I gotta do shit right
So to the ball drop and the world blow up, I'm a twirl shit up
Until my peeps come home, Zeke come home
Better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on

Where should I began our pompous, a thousand wins accomplished
Known throughout the atlas, honest been accomplished
You'll be abolished, men, women, children astonished
The don is the one, jewelry way beyond it

Chunky blessed on the chest, funky S when I dress
Thunder storm damn, monkey wrenching' her fresh
But I cope wit the rain, mad I can't float with my dame
Down to the coastal wit Caine, Maine, my boat is a plane

I land on the water, here I go boastin' again
I keep toast, give a toast, inhale smoke for the pain
Girls gone wild, nope, they goin' insane
All doped off the fame, jump rope with my chain

Now thats off the chain, ma take off your chain
I'm 40 will off your brain, kids will be lost and claimed
'Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game
Whether adoption or foster it's all the same

Jim's the rider of riders, J R's the writer of writers
Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fire
I'm the supplier, baffled that's the hustler
Trifle got a knife for that apple inside your jugular

The big apple, I tackle all the customers
Put it on the apple at the castle, come and fuck with us
And further more, got the birds of raw, I deserve a tour
Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that, thats murda' whore

In a Persian turban, swervin', that suburban mergein'
Curvin', herb in the air, yeah, yeah I'm hurtin' y'all
See I crash and cop it, mash and mop it, blast a rocket
Natural born hustler, yeah crack I stocked it

Now my drugs are legal, so just pass the profit
Three months alone sizzurp will smash the notic
We them B boys in one year a quarter billion
Here come the clothin' line, I got your order children
And thats more than illin', long as the Lord is willin'
I'm a pour in millions, so applaud a villain, killa

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Your Heart Will Lead You Home - Lyrics - Kenny Loggins

Title: Your Heart Will Lead You Home
Artist: Kenny Loggins
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins, Richard M Sherman, Robert B Sherman

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Lyric:
Sunny days and starry nights
And lazy afternoons
You're counting castles in the clouds
And humming little tunes

But somehow right before your eyes
The sun light fades away
Everything is different
And everything has changed

If you feel lost and on your own
And far from home
You're never alone, you know

Just think of your friends
The ones who care
They all will be waiting there with love to share
And your heart will lead you home

Funny how a photograph
Can take you back in time
To places and embraces
That you thought you'd left behind

They're trying to remind you
That you're not the only one
That no one is an island
When all is said and done

If you feel lost and on your own
And far from home
You're never alone, you know

Just think of your friends
The ones who care
They all will be waiting there with love to share
And your heart will lead you home

There'll come a day when you're losing your way
And you won't know where you belong
They say that home is where your heart is
So follow your heart know that you can't go wrong

If you feel lost and on your own
And far from home
You're never alone, you know

Just think of your friends
The ones who care
They all will be waiting there with love to share
And your heart will lead you home

If you feel lost and on your own
And far from home
You're never alone, you know

Just think of your friends
The ones who care
They all will be waiting there with love to share
And your heart will lead where you belong
I know your heart will lead you home

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Homecoming - Lyrics - American Idiot - Green Day

Title: Homecoming
Album: American Idiot
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live

In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust

What the hells your name
What's your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?

In the crowd of pain
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "We're fucked up"
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay
In the states of mind is my own private suicide

Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?

Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th Street
He's not listening to a word now
He's in his own world and he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
'Cuz she had enough and he had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here

So far away, I don't want to stay
Get me outta here right now
I just want to be free, is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
Right!
This life like dream ain't for me

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreaming of a song but something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone 'cuz no one's here
Left me here alone and I should've stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee, I'm thinking

(Where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

(Where'd you go?)
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
(Where'd you go, go, go ,go)

Geez
I got a rock n roll band
I got a rock n roll life
I got a rock n roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife

I got a rock n roll house
I got a rock n roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar

I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the Bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' in over 22 days
So get off of my case, off of my case
Off of my case

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feets

There time has come and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat

The world is spinning round and round out of control again
The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letter bomb and visit me in hell
We're the ones going

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touch ground
We're back in the Burro
And to you and me, that's Jingle town

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

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It'S My Thing - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: It'S My Thing
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Erick Sermon, Tyrone Thomas, Parrish Smith, Keith Murray, Ernesto Shaw, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
It's my thing
And the stadium is packed
There's a large crowd out there today
Let's hear them play

You out there? Louder
It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing

MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest

(You out there? Louder)
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play

If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
(You out there? Louder)
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot

Gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play dumbo, you're smarter than that

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin'
Good friends already bitin', without you knowin'
(You out there? Louder)
Can't understand, why your body's gettin' weaker

Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
(It's my thing)

Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin' better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up

(You out there? Louder)
I'm tellin' you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin, much junk like Mr. T at your back
But he's not, so don't act cute
'Cause if you do you in hot pursuits

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
(You out there? Louder)
The mic that I'm packin', is flame resistant

So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin' at me
I park my mic and my hoes and then I yell freeze
Music please, it's my thing

Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
(You out there? louder)
Everytime I rock a rhyme, I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic

The mind is weary floatin' like a dove
Sweatin' a thing like if you was makin' love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

The wack, I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
(You out there? Louder)
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat

Take 'em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, 'cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
It's my thing

(You out there?)
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin'
Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud

Talkin' much junk to attract a crowd
(You out there? Louder)
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake

In the beginnin', you knew you wasn't winnin'
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin'
Kinda upset boy I understand
You lost again I won, god damn

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
(You out there? Louder)
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign

'Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser, can not stand Miller
MC's cold clockin' 'til the party's through
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, this bud's for you
It's my thing

(You out there? Louder)
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way

To be able to make it work, you rest and play
(You out there? Louder)
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin'
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin'

Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

While the record is spinnin', got your fly girlie grinnin'
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin'
(You out there? louder)
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess

Scored 110, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened

(You out there? Louder)
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
(It's my thing)
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh

You mess around and we'll be fightin'
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
(You out there? Louder)
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code

It's my thing, it's my thing
It's my thing,You out there
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

It's my thing
It's my thing, it's my thing
(You out there? louder)
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

La, la, loud, la, loud, la, lauder
It's my thing, you out there? Louder
It's my thing out there?
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya you out there?

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Livin Life As A Rider - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Livin Life As A Rider
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Winston Thomas, Denise Weeks, Thomas Earl Simons, Jim Jones

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Lyric:
There was no love for us
(Nope)
So we did what we did just to make a buck
Played around we're fucking nuts
(Crazy)
Hope them ho's pucker up tryna get them to slide

That's on our mind getting high all the time
(We tryna fuck)
We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes
So we can scoop up and hit the party and scoop a bitch
(Get twisted)

You know the drill homie play the rules
And play the field but don't get killed homie
(Stay alive)
So where's the better days?
The have to get up days to chef up ya just to get us paid
(We hustle hard)

You see never it fails most of my homies either dead or jail
(Gone)
Don't fuck with phonies 'cause they get you killed
(Ah ah)
My testimony's every bitter real
(That's right)

Don't run up on me 'cause I'm gripping steel
(Bang, bang)
I'm kinda nervous and I'm quick on the blast
Due to the murders that I witnessed in town

Livin' the life with a rider seems
It's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
That's when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me
(Baby)

And when you finish running the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Uh, yeah, yeah)

There was no peace in sight
(Nope)
It was sleepless night
(Yup)
Hustling ya breaking day to see the light
(Money man)
Street squalie you see polices lights
(Squalie)

As I polie on this decent price
Got a causes that want some pies 23 a slice
Transactions by the building, uptown Harlem world
Manhattan where we kill them
(Taz)

Plus my project way of thinking spending most my days drinking
It's like I'm on my way to sexton
(Lock in)
But we do what we do thats survival
And we move how we move thats through the rivals
(Fuck them enemies)

It's been said we living suicidal
It's like rush at eleven placing bucks on your bet
Do your thang slang cane and get your bucks on your steps
(Watch)

Watch ya ass young man they want you under arrest
(That's them pigs)
And you ain't know, they getting stripes for that
They have you in your cell man serving life for that

Livin' the life with a rider seems
It's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
That's when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me
(Baby)

And when you finish running the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Uh, yeah, yeah)

Now for my project corners, go hard for warrants
(Fuck 'em)
Every night I make it, I pray to God for goners
(I pray to God)
We pour liquor on floors that's for the soldiers
That we lost in the mist of this war
(RIP Life)

For the ones on the grind and front line they got called by po nine
And now they prisoners of war they fight for appeal or a bill or a ball
'Cause they slipped and got nailed for a sale of a rob
(Zeek you know wassup)

Two shouts for O.B.C.C six main house of fame
When you come home come and see me
Stay cool I lay the rules on ya
Play the fool and they will move on ya
Young niggaz that keep them tools on ya

They quick to let them blickas blast
(Bang, bang)
So crazy the way we get this cash
(How we livin'?)
Real hot up on these murderous blocks
(Blaatat, blaatat)
Broad day bang bang I know you heard all them shots

Livin' the life with a rider
Seems it's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
That's when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me
(Baby)

And when you finish runnin' the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Yeah)

Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Eh, eh, eh)

Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Eh, eh, eh)

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Knieght Rieduz - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Knieght Rieduz
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Rashad Coes, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Hey, I be the pirate they call, you want to walk the plank
Come on I'll make you walk the plank at a point blank range
Bunkin' up brains wit a bloody, bloody scene
Make the old ladies scream

Oh no, I don't believe it but you seen it redrum murda baby
All they saw was the shadows, of the dark so they can't tell the law
Ha ha ha fuck'um leave them in the red while we proceed to pop
When they heart stop drop as they force me to weak'em

Complication with the breathin'
And I step on they neck while they wheezin'
Comin' from the underland
Piretes understand we are unidentified first of our kind

Knieght rieduz roll vroom, vroom, vroom
All the pirets on the ships and the witches on the brooms
And panic and panic and panic it must be magic
We only move when the moonlight guides us

When the sun rises you will not find us
We will not exist disappeared from the faces of the earth
But when the clock strikes 12 all hell breaks lose
We are the people with the plots and we all kill you
Dressed in black my name is shhh and I shall say no more

Build up dead inside of us mind twisted shook up in on tha
Mr. Fuss danger we closin' in on the side you
You only get one chance better take it run hide
Appeared from out of no where no trace to be found

We come and we go without a heat of a sound
Inside of me deadly whispas
Comin' through my crave like the shot of some sipas
More less show y'all no pitty

And you women have the art to pass me
Tried to provide me with me sexual tendencies
It couldn't happen in your wild fantasies
I'm not goin' to pass it up when I'm through

Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come

Mr. Sawed of Letherface, and the mothafuckin' Knieght Rieduz
Thugline nigga these muthfuckas pirates
And I'm the muthafuckin' thug
So I guess that make me a muthafuckin' Thug Pirate

Pull out your pump, I'm ready to buck
I now it's like that when I be fuckin' with these Knieght Rieduz
Them niggaz always be in some type of violence
That's why I signed them

Them Niggaz was lookin' for soldiers
And I never seen no people like these they ain't your ordinary
As a matter fact look at the raps kinda scary
Night time is where they come from

But I ain't never send these niggaz in the day time
Not once somthin' fishy It's like they don't exist
Nigga never saw they face just like the shit they makin'
And when we roll niggaz be lookin' surprised

'Cause of the way they dressed and they mysterious eyes
Hypnotize ya my Knieght Rieduz put on my
Letherface when I want to play with the Pirates

Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come

I suggested you pack your bags and hull ass
If you can't be gone by night fall please don't look back
Or how tragic and choose not to roll so I'm not rolled over
Now I'm all alone for the bullet holes

Turned his lights off and carefully
Your nothin' but a puff of smoke
And reach from every ones memory
Your next to be in gods hands

Your no longer a part of the human race
Here we come a court and now your lost until the darkness
For those who blaspherin' my name
Call the court and I won't rest till there all inside there grave

Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come

Knieght rieduz
1, 2 here we come for you
3, 4 we takin' over the world
5, 6 you have no time to repent
7, 8 Anti-Saint
9, 10 the sun is setting comin' from the under land

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As The World Turns - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: As The World Turns
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Darryl Harper, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
As the world turns
As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow
And get dough and roll and ride
Niggaz die and mommas cry
Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns

Though I walk through the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted

And still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change

If we search deeper, God bless the hustler
Curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded

Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshinin' them fakes smile plastic tears
like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear
Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year

Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killin' bustaz is my motherfuckin' job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin'
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(My niggaz grow and grow and grow)
It's gon' be goin' round
(And gettin' dough and dough and dough)
As the world turns and steady turnin'
(From this state to that state)
(From this cell to that cell, as the world turns)

As the world turn burnin' paths, starin' through my rear view
It's a war goin' on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch 'em they'll kill you"
Sippin' Thug Passion, scrub actin' like he feel you

Steady plottin', ready or not; Outlawz lost
But not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton
A spitter of the hotness, long timeness
So like six I ain't never been rich
I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw

Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf

I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug, nigga
Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga
Out of the buildin' we street children with no souls
Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on

We serve 'em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec
Hit 'em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober

Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie

Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers
All that we got
As the world turns

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(And my niggaz roll and ride)
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns
(Niggaz gettin' swoll out)
And steady turnin'
(And it don't stop and it don't quit)
(That real shit)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Niggaz die for, how many you niggaz try for this?)
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns
(As the world turns murderin' methods, Outlaw)

Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions
And acquired the desired status of boss livin'
We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish
Payin' our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us

Fellas, mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now
Two worlds collidin' armies ridin' soldiers, gone wild
Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth
I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces
Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn
The cost of my sins too much, nuttin' left to earn

October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage
Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin'
Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin' from the Feds
Puttin' peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints

Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
To protect my zone in these streets I roam
Dough on d-low, downin' straight shots of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth

I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds of weight
Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn
For this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns

As the world turns and turns and turns and turns
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
It's gon' be goin' round
(This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle)
(Hopin' to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns)

As the world turns and turns and turns and turns
(Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go)
It's gon' be goin' round
(Friends come and go, my soldiers, stay eternal)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated)
It's gon' be goin' round
(I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us)
(When you need us, as the world turns)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Throw this shit in the deck)
(Niggaz gettin' chin' checked)
(From the East to the West best to wear a vest)
It's gon' be goin' round
(Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you)
(As the world turns)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us)
(Camillion, wanna make a million)
(Legit, as the world turns)
(As the world keeps turnin' round and round)
(Burn baby burn)

A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
A lot of niggaz gettin' burned as the world turns
Gettin' burned as the world turns

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