Livin' Our Love Song - Lyrics - Waitin' in the Country - Jason Michael Carroll

Title: Livin' Our Love Song
Album: Waitin' in the Country
Artist: Jason Michael Carroll
Composer(s): Jason Carroll, Glen Mitchell, Tim Galloway

Lyric:
Baby when I look at you
With your hair fallin' down and your baby blues
Standing there across the room
I get so lost in the way you move

It makes me reminisce
Back to years ago on a night like this
Teary eyed as you took my hand
And I told you that I'd be your man

So many things have come
So many things have gone
One thing that's stayed the same
Is our love's still growing strong

Baby just look at us
All this time and we're still in love
Something like this just don't exist
Between a backwoods boy and a fairy tale princess

People said it would never work out
But living our dreams has shattered all doubts
It feels good to prove 'em wrong
Just livin' our love song

Oh, darling would you look at me
With my heart beating fast and my shaking knees
It's pretty hard to believe
After all these years I still need you this badly

You're dancing in my arms
With a spotlight moon in a sea of stars
Oh, girl, we've come so far
Everything I want is everything that you are

I just want to lay you down
Say I love you without a sound
I think you know what I'm talking about
Yeah

Baby just look at us
All this time and we're still in love
Something like this just don't exist
Between a backwoods boy and a fairy tale princess

People said it would never work out
But living our dreams has shattered all doubts
It feels good to prove 'em wrong
Just livin' our love song

Baby just look at us
All this time and we're still in love
Something like this just don't exist
Between a backwoods boy and a fairy tale princess

People said it would never work out
But living our dreams has shattered all doubts
Don't it feel good to prove 'em wrong
Livin' our love song

It feels good to prove 'em wrong
Just livin' our love song

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Z - Song Cry - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Song Cry
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, R Johnson, Douglas Gibbs, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Get you all impossibly dirty
Get you all impossibly dirty
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song

The most incredible baby
Uhh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah, uhh

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Good dudes, I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
We was together on the block since we lunch
We shoulda been together havin' 4 seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
Well, somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin' a mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, armor all'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of Big's, "Me and my bitch"
Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand sayin', "Let me see that clip"
Shoppin' sprees, pull out your visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then they got fussy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin' at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin' was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like that
I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's goin' bad, she's gone forever
And more forever
Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

It's fucked up girl

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Life Is For Living - Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

Title: Life Is For Living
Artist: Barclay James Harvest
Composer(s): Richard Leslie Holroyd

Lyric:
You and me, our life is driftin' along
Watchin' the world as it's singin' its song
High above, someone is callin' to me
Life is for livin' and livin' is free

You to me, are like the sun in the sky
See how you fly, you have wings of your own
You and me, our love will last without end
Ride with the wind, won't you follow me home?

Turn around and see the circles we spin
And we're takin' our chances on where we begin
Up above, the rain is fallin' on me
Life is for livin' and livin' is free

You to me, are like the sun in the sky
See how you fly, you have wings of your own
You and me, our love will last without end
Ride with the wind, won't you follow me home?

Takin' up time tryin' to write a line till the break of day
Given a sign, can you make it rhyme, tell me what to say?
Makin' it fine, can you ease my mind, help me drift away?

Turn around and see the circles we spin
Takin' our chances on where we begin
Up above, the rain is fallin' on me
Life is for livin' and livin' is free

You to me, are like the sun in the sky
See how you fly, you have wings of your own
You and me, our love will last without end
Ride with the wind, won't you follow me home

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Freeway Of Love - Lyrics - Aretha Franklin

Title: Freeway Of Love
Artist: Aretha Franklin
Composer(s): Narada Michael Walden, Jeffrey Cohen

Lyric:
Knew you'd be a vision in white
How'd you get your pants so tight?
Don't know what you're doin'
But you must be livin' right, yeah

We got some places to see
I brought all the maps with me
So jump in, it ain't no sin
Take a ride in my machine

City traffic's movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go, go

We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac

We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?

Never you mind the exit signs
We got lots of time
We can't quit till we get
To the other side

With the radio playin' our song
We keep rollin' on
Who knows how far a car can get
Before you think about slowin', slowin' down, yeah

City traffic's movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go
Come on now, go

We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac

We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?

Here we go, one more time

With the wind and your fingers in my hand
Kind of think we are going for an extended throw down
So drop the top, baby, and let's cruise on into
This better than ever street

City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go
Come on baby, go, do it for me now

We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against my back
We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac

We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against my back
Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac

And what I want you to do, baby
Get over in the left lane
And let's merge with peace, oh, yeah
Take the love exit, and then make a right turn
Go on over to love and satisfaction and joy
Well, ain't we ridin' baby
Ain't we cruisin' down?
Free, free, free, freeway
Go on out to, ow
Let's be good to each other, scream
Freeway! Well
See that little landmark over there
A whole lot of kisses and sweet stuff
We'll be just about ow, ow, ow!
And satisfaction roll down
Satisfaction, yeah!

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The Children'S Song - Lyrics - Trick Daddy

Title: The Children'S Song
Artist: Trick Daddy
Composer(s): Tony Castillo, Ivy Jo Hunter, Vernon Bullock, Maurice Young

Lyric:
Children hold on, to your dreams
Believe in love, let love be the light
To show the way
And love will shine on you one day
(Children hold on)

God bless the souls of those that impose a threat
Better yet, let's forget 'bout this foolishness
And though I never asked for forgiveness
If you wanna pray to Him, here's some things I might say to Him

Lord thank you for my wife, my father and mom
And God thank You for my daughter and son
You know the Devil, he's been doin' us wrong
And I love both of my kids, but they momma can't raise 'em alone
(Children hold on)

And yo, I just want a better understandin'
There's gotta be another way to handle it
And well, we got to be mature about it
We both made our mistakes and can't no one get us out it

My little girl's a little lady
And though she often act crazy, she's still my baby
And I anticipate the day that I can see
The smile on her face when she speak to Little J

Children hold on, to your dreams
Believe in love, let love be the light
To show the way
And love will shine on you one day
(America has a problem)
(Children hold on)

You see the problem with the world is
That there's way too many faces and way too many races
They done even managed to modernize slavery
They clonin' little babies, these people goin' crazy

And white America's on high alert
Black America's still starvin' and livin' in public housin'
Still eatin' off your food stamps
That's why one out of every three black boys end up in boot camp
(Children hold on)

And not to mention the ones we'll be missin'
Let's face it, e'rybody can't make it
And e'rybody wanna escape it
But if it's thug life we live, then thug life it is

But just remember, somethin' gotta give
That's why, so many die and so little live
I can't explain it, but that's how it is
And God forbid, but it is what it is

Children hold on, to your dreams
Believe in love, let love be the light
To show the way
And love will shine on you one day
(Children hold on)

The Lord have mercy on 'em
For they young and dumb, and that's why I come to pray for 'em
Though some of us are better than most of us
You can't involve the kids with our differences

And since memories are all we have
Don't you agree that all little kids deserve to laugh?
I'm, teachin' the facts about our black leaders
'Cause they be strong people, just keep readin', it gets deeper
(Children hold on)

We're all God's people
So regardless of color and race, we all is covered in grace
And you gotta be stronger than most
Therefore, we only supposed to go when we chosen

'Cause God for the thugs too
Just be sincere at heart and dawg, God'll still love you
So to all my fallen soldiers, the struggle's over
All in the name of Jehovah

Children hold on, to your dreams
Believe in love, let love be the light
To show the way
And love will shine on you one day
(Children hold on)

Believe in love, let love be the light
To show the way
And love will shine on you one day
Children hold on

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My All - Lyrics - #1's - Mariah Carey

Title: My All
Album: #1's
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Walter Afanasieff, Mariah Carey

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Lyric:
I am thinkin' of you
In my sleepless solitude tonight
If it's wrong to love you
Then my heart just won't let me be right
'Cause I'm drowned in you
And I won't pull through
Without you by my side

I'd give my all to have
Just one more night with you
I'd risk my life to feel
Your body next to mine
'Cause I can't go on
Livin' in the memory of our song
I'd give my all for your love, tonight

Baby can you feel me
Imagining I'm looking in your eyes
I can see you clearly
Vividly emblazoned in my mind
And yet you're so far like a distant star
I'm wishing on tonight

I'd give my all to have
Just one more night with you
I'd risk my life to feel
Your body next to mine
'Cause I can't go on
Livin' in the memory of our song
I'd give my all for your love tonight

I'd give my all to have
Just one more night with you
I'd risk my life to feel
Your body next to mine
'Cause I can't go on
Livin' in the memory of our song
I'd give my all for your love tonight
Give my all for your love tonight

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Fallen Soldiers - Lyrics - Cormega

Title: Fallen Soldiers
Artist: Cormega
Composer(s): Cory Mckay, Alan Maman, Elia

Lyric:
What, I'ma live for my niggas
I'ma shine for my niggas

How can I express the sorrow I learn to dread tomorrow
Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, he can rest with honor
'Cuz he was reppin' on his quest for dollars
I was the one who took him Uptown with someone into measure powder

I treasure our memories together, hard to believe
I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breath with a pen
So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again
Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends

Still remember you, beefin' over bullshit
Calls at basketball games cheatin'
Yo, my cipher ain't complete
I'm sorry for that argument we had
On twelth street over a sale
Knowing well that you was seekin' dough as well

What we made up the same night
Through the years remained tight
The same love same drugs rockin' the same Nikes
Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin' your name right, yo

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

To my cousin Bam
You my fuckin' man, I find it hard to understand
You gone, you physical form is dormant
I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace

Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
With the same intensity that I used to crush white
G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
If I start cryin' when I rhyme I can't help it

Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart
Even death can't keep the two of us apart
From day one, watchin' cartoons, shootin' play guns
Who ever thought we see this day come

Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
That her younger child done her proud
I know she heard about me runnin' wild
Y'all gone now, but livin' in my memory
Fallen soldiers, sleepin' in serenity

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Killa Black, whattup my nigga?
I know you chillin' with my nigga
Ill Will inside a ghetto heaven building
With a Mac-11, stealin' your G's
Screamin' Infamous Queens
Forty-First Side kid, you know me

I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there
The same old thing, except there ain't no pain
Your brother havoc doing his thing, yo for real

It's all good in the hood, the escalade with the wood-grain
Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed
Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed
Whether holdin' heat, or in it for cash

Some of y'all led sinister paths, some are pure like
Dominican raw, knockin' on heaven's door
The only thing you ever ran from alive is law
I reminisce your memories for you this Hennessey we pour

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas, my niggas

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Warrior Song - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Warrior Song
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Nasir Jones, Kut

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Lyric:
Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear
And hope somebody learn somethin' from it
And give it back

They can't break me or shake me, they too fake to come kill me
Think they faith this was Satan, they mistake me I'm filthy
Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me
It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty
Middle Passage I made it, I'm from the land of David
The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets
That bunch of backward gangsters, that sign of Alpha Davis
Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this

Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy
I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried
Kind o' waitin' is scary, all my years have prepared me
What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center
Right through a man's soul straight through his eyes
Straight through his heart, I'm still alive how did I make it this far?

'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go
Every single night I pray
And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found
I guess it's just a warrior's way

This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum

Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime
I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost in their world
Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket
Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid
I'm askin', what would you do at your own mom's funeral?
Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real
Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but I can't keep still
I can't go on, responsible for so many

Her last days at the hospital
Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas
Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy?
She raised me in the projects alone
Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body
Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly
Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me
So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls
To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole

This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum

Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see
When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies
I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful
If you was me all this pain I'm feelin' would bend and killed you
I'm a warrior, it only made me stronger
But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya?
Sometimes I wish I was dead
But I took heed to the cause I'm a warrior, yeah

'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go
Every single night I pray
And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found
I guess it's just a warrior's way

This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum
This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song
Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
Gonna keep marchin' on
To the sound of our own beatin' drum

This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion
To everybody that lost their mother, their father, rest in peace moms!
My mother's last words, "Never give up"
A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war
Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin'
Yea yea yea, you never give up
To all my warriors, haha
Braveheart, braveheart, definition of a warrior

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The Fightin' Side Of Me - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: The Fightin' Side Of Me
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Merle Haggard

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Lyric:
I hear people talkin' bad
About the way we have to live here in this country
Harpin' on the wars we fight
An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be

An' I don't mind 'em switchin' sides
An' standin' up for things they believe in
When they're runnin' down my country, man
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me

Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me
Runnin' down the way of life
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep

If you don't love it, leave it
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'
You're runnin' down my country, man
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me

I read about some squirrelly guy
Who claims, he just don't believe in fightin'
An' I wonder just how long
The rest of us can count on bein' free

They love our milk an' honey
But they preach about some other way of livin'
When they're runnin' down my country, hoss
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me

Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me
Runnin' down the way of life
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep

If you don't love it, leave it
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'
But you're runnin' down my country, man
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me

Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me
Runnin' down the way of life
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep

Yeah if you don't love it, leave it
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'
And you're runnin' down my country, man
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me

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Lost Little Girl - Lyrics - Pain Is Love - Ja Rule

Title: Lost Little Girl
Album: Pain Is Love
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Marcus Vest, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, S Aurelius

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, Ja Rule uh uh uh
Here to talk about the lost one, hey dear
It's a damn shame
Fuckin' shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, yo, huh

(Lost little girl)
I seen how love can turn to lust inside a
(Lost little girl)
I seen how pain can turn to trust within' a
(Lost little girl)
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
(Lost little girl)
This sexy thing is only seventeen and she's a
(Lost little girl)

I admit I get a lot of love from women
It's only cause a nigga put that thug lovin' in them
It's hard as a mitten
Gotta hit the club and bang out
Song after song till I end up in the wrong route
Tank top, sweat it out
Where she's shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
And got her breast pressed to the glass
Strobe lights flashin'
That ex is kickin' in
And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottles of gin
On our stairway to Heaven baby bring a friend
We'll tie up some men, fuck in the stretch Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you Codie?
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on, two or three?
It's a damn shame
But she coulda had the world
And now she's nothing more than a

(Lost little girl)
I seen how love can turn to lust inside a
(Lost little girl)
I seen how pain can turn to trust within' a
(Lost little girl)
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
(Lost little girl)
This sexy thing is only seventeen and she's a
(Lost little girl)

Chill little girl put up in a world of confusion
Pop was abusin' one of God's children
Can't win for losin' her soul is dead
An she's feelin' like her worth is between her legs
She start fuckin' niggas and learn to show 'em respect
They a father figure she honor love and protect
She a down ass bitch
One you could cuddle up and wile out with
We call it thug love
Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past
But look here Murder Inc nigga' bringin' it back
We got them stressed strung out beatin' to be hung out
Cry in their crib backs when they say why
Would I get involved with niggaz'
Involved with killaz'
Invlved with dealers
Involved with niggaz' that make millions
She coulda had it all including the world
Now she's nothing more than a

(Lost little girl)
I seen how love can turn to lust inside a
(Lost little girl)
I seen how pain can turn to trust within' a
(Lost little girl)
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
(Lost little girl)
This sexy thing is only seventeen and she's a
(Lost little girl)

She's in danger now, she ain't livin her life right
She got a man but her mans livin' his own life
With his wife and kids his crib in Bev. Hills
The Benz that only spins on them chroamy wheels
What has he done for you lately?
Only remind you of when them times a little bit rider
A dick and he's crazy and will reminds us
And then he hit you with that one last promise
You want it to be the truth so bad
You lookin' in his eye and your cryin', sayin' he ain't lyin'
But you know he is
But your a gluton for punishment
And you know pain is love
So whats wrong with sufferin'
The hard times have past, the good times are comin'
All over your chest baby thats how your lovin it
And its sad cause you coulda' had the world
Now your nothin' but a

(Lost little girl)
I seen how love can turn to lust inside a
(Lost little girl)
I seen how pain can turn to trust within' a
(Lost little girl)
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
(Lost little girl)
This sexy thing is only seventeen and she's a
(Lost little girl)

Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl

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Would'Ve Done The Same For Me - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Would'Ve Done The Same For Me
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Eldra Debarge, Keir Lamont Gist, William Randy Debarge, Anthony Shawn Criss, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Etterlene Jordan

Lyric:
We're in the time where many doors are too hard to enter in
And many people really ain't worth the mentionin'
Thugs, me hugs and plus a little gentle friend
Or the mentals if I while I get attention then

Do my drama from court to case
While others turn they back I turn my hate to faith
That's why I'm here, boo boo's, any place or date
If there's tear in my eyes you come to dry my face

Now thats deep, y'all turned from my fans to my friends
After the past, I didn't think I could stand it again
On the streets, me and Miny wonderin' shall I kill
I do for all, when will someone ask me how I feel?

Ladies, if you're down and my pics on you're wall
Just pop in this song and I wont let you fall
To all my ladies, got your letters and I love you to death
Now I appreciate the breath that the dear Lord left

Why do I stand for my fame and put it down for my peeps?
(Ooh, I like it)
Because they would've done the same for me
Why do I see my women fallin' down and put 'em back on they feet?
Because they would've done the same for me

Why do I put it down for the streets and my R.I.P's?
(Ooh, and I like it)
Because they would've done the same for me
Why do I embrace the face that sets the mob free?
Because they would've done the same for me

With the kindness of people and most don't even know
'Cause this wilderness wasn't designed to see us grow
My thugs through the years who've always been true
Just know I take the bullet for you

Life ain't livin' without givin', worth fryin' for lyin'
Ain't Jack for free, but I'm supplyin' if you're tryin'
Have friends before the Benz, respect before a Lexus
Mamas gave us life, but brothas have to protect us

Some wonder why I still got love
Why I still live in the hood and why I still share grub?
Why I play with the kids, lose money on clubs?
To keep my people off the streets and away from the slugs

Sometimes rats run traps while our sista's get named
Sometimes bitches do thangs and our queens get blamed
But I'm puttin' things on blast for my women and G's
'Cause you would've done the same for me

Why do I stand for my fame and put it down for my peeps?
(Ooh, I like it)
Because they would've done the same for me
Why do I see my women fallin' down and put 'em back on they feet?
Because they would've done the same for me

Why do I put it down for the streets and my R.I.P's?
(Ooh, and I like it)
Because they woulda done the same for me
Why do I embrace the face that sets the mob free?
Because they would've done the same for me

Where's my ladies who support and who understand when
Yeah I'm tired but I still gotta visit the pen
I appreciate you love the love I show them
Woulda want the same thing if I had to go in

Lost the love of my life over stress and strife
If I couldn't care for me, I couldn't care for a wife
So I looked at the Lord and what He said was right
"There's obstacles but everything is gonna be alright"

If you feelin' what I'm feelin, lay back and give me love
So when you see me on the streets or clubs give me hug
To understand unity you have to understand we
You and I, you and them, them and me, see

Y'all did for me, now I'll bow for the royalty
Just to know y'all is the love the loyalty
Behind every strong man there's a strong lady with 'em
Behind me I seem to have a whole nation of women

Why do I shout out all my women and adore my queens?
(Ooh, I like it)
Because they would've done the same for me
Why do I destroy anything that stops my team's dreams?
'Because they would've done the same for me

Why do I see my people is and tell 'em what I see to be?
(Ooh, and I like it)
Because they would've done the same for me
Why do I embrace the face that sets the mob free?
Because they would've done the same for me

(Ooh, I like it)
(Ooh, and I like it)

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I Go Back - Lyrics - When The Sun Goes Down - Kenny Chesney

Title: I Go Back
Album: When The Sun Goes Down
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Kenny Chesney

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Lyric:
Jack and Diane painted a picture of my life and my dreams
Suddenly this crazy world made more sense to me
Well, I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along
'Cause every time I hear that song

An' I go back to a two toned short bed Chevy
Drivin' my first love out to the levy
Livin' life with no sense of time
An' I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks

Every time I hear that song
I go back, I go back

I used to rock all night long to, "Keep On Rockin' Me Baby"
Frat parties, college bars, just tryin' to impress the ladies
Well, I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along
'Cause every time I hear that song

An' I go back to the smell of an old gym floor
The taste of salt on the Carolina shore
After graduation and drinkin' goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin' summer fade to fall
Growin' up too fast and I do recall
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks

Every time I hear that song
I go back, I go back

We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives
Takes us to another place and time

So I go back to a pew, preacher, and a choir
Singin' 'bout God, brimstone, and fire
And the smell of Sunday chicken after church
And I go back to the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
Now "Only The Good Die Young" stops me in my tracks

Every time I hear that song
I go back, I go back

To the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
I go back
(I go back)

To watchin' summer fade to fall
Growin' up too fast and I do recall
I go back
(I go back)

To the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
I go back
(I go back)

I go back, I go back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Naive - Lyrics - Brave - Jamie O'Neal

Title: Naive
Album: Brave
Artist: Jamie O'Neal
Composer(s): Jamie O'Neal, Shaye Smith, James Timothy Nichols

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Lyric:
How you been, boy you're lookin' good
Are you still livin' down in Birmingham
Funny how things didn't turn out
Like we thought they would

Now here we are standin' face to face again
Two old long lost friends
Laughin' 'bout when we'd sing

"Born in the USA"
And we'd scream it at the top of our lungs
Remember how you'd always say
You were gonna change the world

And yeah, I would always be your girl
And we dreamed about runnin' away
Just takin' off and chasin' the sun
Man, we really had it made

We were young, in love and free
And so naive, so naive

Where'd it go
All that crazy confidence
You and me
Not afraid to face a thing

Wish we could go back
And live again the hours spent
In your car cruisin' like we owned the town
Yeah, we'd turn that song up loud
And we'd drown Bruce out singin'

"Born in the USA"
And we'd scream it at the top of our lungs
Remember how you'd always say
You were gonna change the world

And yeah, I would always be your girl
And we dreamed about runnin' away
Just takin' off and chasin' the sun
Man, we really had it made

We were young, in love and free
And so naive, so naive

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
We were tender, we were green
So much we hadn't seen
We were wide eyed and innocent
And so naive singin'

"Born in the USA"
And we'd scream it at the top of our lungs
Remember how you'd always say
You were gonna change the world

And yeah, I would always be your girl
And we dreamed about runnin' away
Just takin' off and chasin' the sun
Man, we really had it made

We were young, in love and free
And so naive, so naive

Oh man, we really had it made
We were so naive
We were so naive

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Money Talks - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: Money Talks
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): R Ford, R Fisher, R Mcnair, Bernie Worrell, George Spivey, C Wilson, P Bishop, R Johnson, Trevor Smith, W Lewis

Lyric:
Yeah , see , see , nowadays , young niggas get allot of money
See, the fact is that young niggas, is self employed, now
We livin' in a time-frame, where it?s all big business
We gotta understand that the young niggas, is runnin' big business
This is how we gon do it, check it out

Before I sing another song, ha
Nigga, owe me money, I take away your belonging, ha
No prolonging, hoo
'Till you give me my money you see me every mornin', ha

Got somethin' wicked for all the niggas, you callin', ha
Fuck with the stallin', ha
Split a nigga, till his shit, leave him a little boy, hoo

Watch a nigga, crawlin', ha
Pay my money or you better keep, you hall in, ha
Dig up, on my, get money, niggas, so keep fallin', ha
Cheers makin' you happy, keepin' your bubble pourin', ha

Gettin' money on corners or even if you tourin', hoo
Older cats used to do the big money, scorin'
Now they, once upon time, money, niggas who start fallin', hoo

Niggas, wanna analyze my money like a hawk
Money talks, bullshit won?t
A lotta' jealous niggas, wanna see me outlined in chalk
Money talks, bullshit won?t

Flipmode, get money, stay holdin' down the fort
Money talks, bullshit won?t
Bless every livin' soul, we got playin' the money sport
Money talks, bullshit won?t

I work so hard to get what I got, number one spot
Now, I?m hot, hot, hot
(What?, What?)
I?m hot, hot, hot

What?, What?
I?m hot, hot, hot, yeah
Mansion and a yacht, Baby Blue Nav in the lot
Ice on my hands, I got future plans, travelin' to distant lands
A hundred G', cash, money comin' out my ass, first to first class

Now, I?m a rap nigga, livin' like fast
Keep my enemies close, watch what I gross
That?s why I pack my toast, nowadays cats, adios, uno, dos
You fall off and you can?t come back
You get the hit single, your album sound, wack
I give you the leeway, you sound like us, rock like us
Squad like us, yeah

Niggas, wanna analyze my money like a hawk
Money talks, bullshit won?t
A lotta' jealous niggas, wanna see me outlined in chalk
Money talks, bullshit won?t

Flipmode, get money, stay holdin' down the fort
Money talks, bullshit won?t
Bless every livin' soul, we got playin' the money sport
Money talks, bullshit won?t

Niggas killin' me, talkin' that, 'hope you don?t change', shit
Hell, yeah, bitch, from the door, I get on some mad gear, shit
Type Vibe, carry studs in my ear, shit
Who the fuck type 'yellin'?, Say 'crud sellin'
Ain?t said, 'Hi', in years think I?ma pay they bail and
The nine-eight, people get this right
I be a diamond in the rough like the Arabian night

Goin' after, ends only keepin' friends
Makin' they own moves, drivin' their own Benz
I?m supposed to change, you just didn?t
Stuck in low income homes, blamin' Clinton
Bitch like me, gon rock till my last batch of breath
With a grade full of ascap checks

Niggas, wanna analyze my money like a hawk
Money talks, bullshit won?t
A lotta' jealous niggas, wanna see me outlined in chalk
Money talks, bullshit won?t
Flipmode, get money, stay holdin' down the fort

Money talks, bullshit won?t
Bless every livin' soul, we got playin' the money sport
Money talks, bullshit won?t
Corporate niggas want my money, gotta take me to court

Yo, Spliff doin things, pursuin' things, I?m gettin' money
Chop the hand of the man, who try to take from me
My guns go 'pow' from Brook to Moscow
Tear a hole in your biddad for messin' wit my triddad
Stack ones into lump sums, you know the motto
See me on your block with black rob throwin' bottles

I?ma hard act to follow, love girls that swallow
So crazy, I don?t know where I?ma be at tomorrow
Yeah, I heard that money talks, so I wrote this commentary
Every move that I make for sure is monetary
Our squad, legendary, I?ma bump it, till you hear me
Spliff, doin' love scenes on big screens with Halle Berry

See, it?s a serious, serious, serious thing, now
Big business, allows young niggas, to comfortably eat
Every motherfucking day, now, hee hee, aight
Struggle process is now kept to a minimum, hee hee

Yeah, I think I?m about to go buy me a couple of motherfucking
Sneakers, a couple bags of weed, a motherfucking, 500s-98cl, version
And a couple of bitches, ah ha ha

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When Thugz Cry - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: When Thugz Cry
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
When thugs cry
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God is gone, when thugs cry, too much is hard

Born thuggin' and lovin' the way I came up
Big money clutchin', bustin' while evadin' cocaine busts
My pulse rushin', send my pulses into insanity
Shout at my cousin now we bustin' if they yo' family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the DA 'cause I'm fuckin' his secretary
I black out and start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic and bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck 'em all

I'll probably be an old man before I understand why
Why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand
Kidnapped my homie's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin' hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin'
They got me sleepin' with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin'
What is the meaning, when thugs cry?

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

Heh, maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin'
Where is the love? never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homie keep it real, how does it feel
To lose your life, over somethin' that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' Pop, and plus your Moms is gone

Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
To help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin', to worldwide riches
But somethin' changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine, man
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, 'cause even thugs cry

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin' motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
'Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin' in they own blood
Clownin' takin' pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches

Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin' where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of Marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

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The Good Die Young - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: The Good Die Young
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Darryl Harper, Katari Cox, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
These is hard times we livin' in, go down
Churches burnin', planes fallin' from the sky
Murder, the good die young
Good definitely die young, this is a lil' somethin'
To help you get through the day, if you could

It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin' me
Plane fell from the sky
We tryin' to figure what happened

Burnin' churches, fearin' God
Who can be so cruel?
We all ignorant to AIDS
Till it happens to you

Just be a man, make plans
Listen to your voice
A woman's tryin' to make decisions
We should leave them a choice

'Cause who are we to say?
Who lives and die, breathes and stops
All this judgment on other lives
Needs to stop

What are we livin' for?
Givin' more back than takin'
On my knees still waitin'
For my own salvation

Now I feel abandoned
'Cause Pat Buchanan say, ?I'm greedy?
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But can't feed me

It's so easy to regret things
After they done
Babies catchin' murder cases
Scared to laugh in the sun

The tragedies that we all need
Love in doses
In times like these we feel closest
The good die young

Does anybody have an answer why?
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why?
Can anybody tell me why?

Does anybody have an answer why?
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why?
Can anybody tell me why?

Now in my world, will it get worse
When I been trapped since birth?
But I had to sleep in a hearse
'Cause it was my bed first

My grands probably burnin'
Turnin' in, they grave
Some folks ain't even get to see a high age
But they did so, I ain't afraid

And this money got me feelin' like a star
And this murder got me
Feelin' like my death ain't far
And the land and stolen cars

Don't get no better
Don't get no weaker or no harder
I was raised in a rush without my moms
And my father

So tell me somethin'
If I grab my gat and get the dumpin'
Would God get to lookin' at me funny?

Rest in peace to my mother, Aquillah Beale
Rest in peace to my father, Salek Beale
Rest in peace to my grandparents
And thug in peace to my brother, Seike
You know I love you

Witch world first storms and then Al
Pac and then Yak
Redrey Brown
Coulda' sworn, I seen ya face in a cloud

Family grievin' on your last breath
Close to the heart whether you know it or not
I swear, the love won't stop
Jewel, that's my boo, Mom, Duke and Lou
From jump you kept it true, helped to feed the crew

The good die young
Livin' fast jumpin' the gun
Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son
My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'
But never knowin' he was dyin' slower
I guess I see ya when I see ya soldier

Does anybody have an answer why?
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why?
Can anybody tell me why?

I know my life ain't promised
That's why the wise move in silence
Analyze these scandalous times
It's hard Dogg but we manage

Schools turn to war zones
Even homes unsafe
Leavin' children to play caged and raged
They hate, how come?

Someone explain, why the good die young?
Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone?
It's time somethin' is done

For our young kids
They growin' opus
That ain't the way to live
Tell me why?

Days go past and as they pass
Time move quicker
No time for wastin'
Put your hustle down my young dealers

'Cause the end is nearer
But at least that's what they tellin' me
Hell, all I know brothers
Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys

It's time to plan, plot, and strategize
Capitalize, mobilize
We in the war y'all
It's for all y'all

My family to the ones that stabbed me
Little bit mo' love is what's recommended
Yeah, and it's plain to see
The seeds from you and me
Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity

That's if we treat them right
Man, teach them right
Raise your kids better than you was
And see what it does

But if you don't
Man, we sho' to be done
And we'll all see exactly
Why the good die young

Does anybody have an answer why?
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why?
Can anybody tell me why?

Does anybody have an answer why?
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why?
Can anybody tell me why?

This is for all my homeboys that passed away
And all yo' homeboys that passed away
I send this out to all the fallen, fallen soldiers
That's in the cemeteries buried
Never got to see they dreams

For everything I touch you touch
For every step I take you take
For every breath I breathe you breathe
Every dollar I make you make

I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day
You just got there a little quicker
But like my homeboys, thugs say
I'll catch ya at the crossroads
The good die young

This song is dedicated to all them
Young kids and people that are innocent
That died young at Columbine High
Rest in peace Oklahoma, Outlawz

Lil' young Xzandafer, Tasha, all them
All the fallen kids the dead babies
The closed caskets, [Inaudible]

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