Lord I Hope This Day Is Good - Lyrics - Lee Ann Womack

Title: Lord I Hope This Day Is Good
Artist: Lee Ann Womack
Composer(s): D Hanner

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Lyric:
Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feeling empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

Lord, have You forgotten me?
I've been praying to You faithfully
I should be thankful Lord, You know I am
But Lord I hope You understand

I don't need fortune and I don't need fame
Send down the thunder, Lord, send down the rain
But when You're planning just how it will be
Plan a good day for me

Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feeling empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

You've been the king since the dawn of time
All that I'm asking is a little less crime
It might be hard for the devil to do
But it would be easy for You

Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feeling empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

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Lord I Hope This Day Is Good - Lyrics - The Definitive Collection - Don Williams

Title: Lord I Hope This Day Is Good
Album: The Definitive Collection
Artist: Don Williams
Composer(s): D Hanner

Lyric:
Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feelin' empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful Lord, I know I should
But Lord, I hope this day is good

Lord, have you forgotten me?
I've been prayin' to you faithfully
I'm not sayin' I'm a righteous man
But Lord, I hope you understand

I don't need fortune and I don't need fame
Send down the thunder Lord, send down the rain
But when you're planning just how it will be
Plan a good day for me

Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feelin' empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful Lord, I know I should
But Lord, I hope this day is good

You've been the King since the dawn of time
All that I'm asking is a little less crime
It might be hard for the devil to do
But it would be easy for you

Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feelin' empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful Lord, I know I should
But Lord, I hope this day is good

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I Cry - Lyrics - Trick Daddy

Title: I Cry
Artist: Trick Daddy
Composer(s): S Storch, M Valenzano, D Lyon, Maurice Young

Lyric:
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Thank You Lord, Lord, thank You Lord

No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
(That's right, y'all could stand up and rejoice now)
Lord I hope You're hearing me
(We about halfway through the road)
This goes out to the lonely streets
(We got about another hundred years to go)
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
(And God is good that's right God is good)
Lord I hope You're hearing me
(In fact God is not good sometimes)
This goes out to the lonely streets
(He's good all the time)
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

I got a letter from my nigga in prison
He said he shooked them and its
Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit
All he needed was a couple pictures

And a few dollars, that way he ain't have to worry
About borrowing from a nigga
Told me to check on his old girl
Make sure it's all good for her and the kids

But Hell I already did and then he asked me about his shorty
I hate he asked me about his shorty
'Cause its been some years since I saw him

Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror
And ever since the days he's been gone
She's kinda trapped in a storm

But he goes on and on about when he gets home
And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong
Put him right back where he started at
But he ain't snitched

So he feels that them niggaz in his click
They ought to pay for that
He did his time, day for day, without turning snake
'Cause real O G's don't even take please

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

See when I pray I pray for everybody
I pray to God bless America
That way these terrorist can't tear us up
But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things

And the bottom line is we gotta set examples for the kids
We first ought to teach them love 'cause these days
Us niggaz got too much hatred installed in us
The radio and TV they just can't get enough this great big old world
I guess it still just ain't big enough

But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa
The Lord ain't brought me that far just to drop me off here
Y'all keep arguing about religions
While y'all referring to y'all old books of the Bible
Y'all all out to miss the last bus to Heaven

See everybody gonna wait, ain't gonna be no fighting
No pushing, no cussing, nope not at the gate
'Cause everybody gonna meet there
And niggaz you ain't even like in your first life
They gonna walk by you and speak, so

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter
How hard I cry, how hard I cry
Oh no matter how hard I cry
Ooh yeah

Eve and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies
Invest some money stay together in Heaven
I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me
And it's gonna feel so good to seeing them together

So I'm sending my deepest condolences to those
Who lost family members to the hands of the men that befriend us
Y'all remember, we all in this together but who's ever ain't forgiving
Y'all gonna have Hell getting in Heaven

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter, no matter
How hard I cry, how hard I cry
Oh no matter how hard I cry
(Thank You Lord Lord thank You Lord)
Ooh yeah

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Everyday All Day - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature

Title: Everyday All Day
Album: Naughty By Nature
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Marshall Jones, Allen Webster Gregory, Leroy Bonner, Anthony Criss, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Vinnie Brown, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
This is somethin' that I call the flow
Not many if any 'cept for Vinnie can say they know
In fact detracting that is something that I rarely show
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
See yo, you say cheeka boo
(Throw it bro)
A name pertained for niggas who, who
Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh

Dressed to the best to impress but after they try to diss it
Well guess a nigga, I'll take a pistol
See who wants to be naughty or nicest
Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it
Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is
Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address
How I'll bless and blow any conflicts
Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense
M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin' so you get out of it

Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty by Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way
This is how we play everyday all day

Yo yo hey yo
Havin' a round of cadavva, gather matters is drastically
Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee
Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see
That keeps you boogie 'n happily
Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin'
The message I'm sendin' from London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her

God is good and if you would, you should just
Play to the way I see 'em, play all day is what He'll bless
I'm leavin' 'em evil and seein' 'em bein' a torture with dull props
I won't give up 'til you had 'nough of these call shots
Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin'
'Cos on the shrift and Naughty Nature ain't waltzin'
When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush
Knockin' and poppin' and poppin' and sockin'
And rockin' dawn 'til dusk

I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike
I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright
Showin' time is for clocks, knockin' poppas
Pop pop you try to shine I make your heart work proper
And that's comin' from the drifter and if ya
R U N ya L I P, you will B E G O N E
So let the guests gettin' pass-ons, be bygones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way

Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts, grub scouts gettin' rubbed out
I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze 'til this came out
Hittin' ideas to use, a half of us snit or two
Snatchin' and maxin' a rap that I'm castin', how dare you?
How the hell can you yell what someone else said?
I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh
But I doubt that, and now you wanna back out
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house

I'm mackin' 'n' rackin' 'n' cappin' the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack
This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat
And that's simply elementary Watson
So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Datsun
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie
The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me

Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse?
Some nasty ass me, Naughty, and nappy but happy
I'm all that and never go out the small way
You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day

Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop
You oughta store it all, fast forward 'fore I ring props
You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho
Come rock a lil' somethin', now we're all outta time so
From Chill town JC to Brooklyn with A D
I'm rippin' things daily, no if, ands or maybes
At the F L and the A V, the O U R B A B E
Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be

Down with Sha-k-a-m, pimp or, man, they swiftin'
Then the ruler Lord Ramsey, he comes handy on the roll again
Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals
With the real chill, not the run of the mill deals
Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie
Throwin' best tracks to me to me
So that sometimes they do me
I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue patrol
A strong what up to the brothers from the Natcheo

We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him
But now it's [Incomprehensible] I don't even try to outrun them
The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and trueology
The sharper day with double jade is the props see
We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nuthin' weaker behind is watchin', kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts

And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets
It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice
Plus is the voice behind the Flavor Unit, all time, all early
It's that girlie, head of the headquarters Shirley
And what poop last but not least, Camille
I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day

Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit
Def Jef in effect, we got the producer of this track KayGee
We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
My man engineer all-star Dave
My man on the sax Andy
We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd
We got Anj-Du, G-Quick

We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse, Rachim, Mook Daddy
Skee Steve, Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house
Cherokee, [Incomprehensible] and Lisa
And we outta here like last year
'Cos we come this deep everyday all day
Peace

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My Lord - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: My Lord
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell W Crump, Schuylar S Keeton, Marcus Williams

Lyric:
In this biatch, hit that
I?m fucked up, shit
All the soldiers, stand up now

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

This Hennessey got me on my knees, screamin?, "God please
Let my people be free who fightin? off over seas"
For a man who don?t give a fuck, who steals slaves
Jesus, I?m tryin? to walk the path that you gave

Goin? down a new world order
Got my boys on the corner tryin? to flip a quarter
I?m in the east coast, I?m tryin? to soak in this dirty ass water
And my ex-girlfriend said I got a little daughter

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

I got more places where niggas wanna kill me, fill me with slugs
I got some nothing they suck 'cause I don?t give a fuck
About nothing man Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go
I gives a fuck about a hoe

Give me dough my nuda my acres bustin? at you fakers
Killin? you quakers in the name of my maker
Patty cake, patty cake bakers man give me land
I?m tryin? to live life in Gods plan man, damn

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

Yeah, searchin? the raggly tags for what I?m 'bout to ask
Lord, I be feelin? all alone and I?m goin? fast
Another day in the high feelin? goody good
Still the same ole weed man it?s understood

Pop, pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war
Busted up and over seas what are we fightin? for
Something busted in me pussy niggas trip
But I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip
Killas that live on the side

So I get aim at fame triple crossin? bosses
They so quick to erase yo? name rippin? the rains is a slide
That?s goin? about my side, Lord, I hope I know I?m doin? wrong
I know you still by my side, losin? my mind

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

Yeah, south side nigga
Shit, what you talkin? about nigga
You know what I?m saying all the time nigga
Memphis 10, Mississippi
South side stand up, you know what I?m talking 'bout? Yeah

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The Warning - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: The Warning
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Andre Parker

Lyric:
Dear God I'ma teach you in this prayer
And I thank you for all the food you've given me
And all the health and strength
And may my family be healthy, safe and strong
As well as myself
And I thank you for everything you've given me this far, Lord
And I beg for forgiveness for I sin everyday
In your son's name, Christ Jesus
Amen

They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz they all want me
Dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz this world wants me
Dead or alive

Nigga look at what the streets have done to me man
Hustlin' strugglin'
I deserve a better hand
'Cuz I'm runnin' these streets under they say
Mother fuckers like you can't relate
'Cuz you ain't all about the hustlin' all about the bustin'
All about the thuggin' baby
Never let it go if you gotta die lie shake it with a fofo
Then do so 'cuz that's the life you chose
Shoul've fallowed the cracks in the road
You heart and your soul
'Cuz if there's one thing I know
Good niggaz come and they go
Bitch niggaz actin' like who's
Merely needed to get treated like one
Hope you got yourself a gun niggaz
'Cuz you know I cock and blow niggaz
And if right silent the temp get on some shit
Go on out six feet deep and slump niggaz
'Cuz I'm a survivor like destiny's children
To the day of my demise
I'ma ask the Lord why?

They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz they all want me
(Want me)
Dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz this world wants me
Dead or alive

Take a look at what this world done made me
All I really want to do is be happy and raise my family
But I'm strong, motherfuckers can't break me down
Niggaz really gonna hate me now
As if I'm givin' a fuck
I'm tryina get my life together
Shit a nigga can't ride forever
Tryina see a hundred mil' or better
Befo' I die
Don't ask me why?
I, got a fascination for freak hoes
New whips wit two seats and to do's
I've been waitin' so long to explode
Now watch me cock back and unload
Bullets goin' threw the chest and out the back
Shit is usually how the barbry acts
Now the look in your face is so relaxed
Now your family moans and deals with that
But me, I'm a survivor like destiny's children
Till the day of my demise
I'ma ask the Lord why?

They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz they all want me
Dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz this world wants me
Dead or alive

They all want me dead
Why the fuck would they want to see me live?
So I'm gearin' up to get into some shit
Niggaz better kiss the wife and kid's
It's just the way us niggaz live
And I run wit real niggaz that run wit big guns
That are designed to pop ya lid
(Shit)
Never met a real nigga I didn't like
Never met a bitch nigga I didn't fight
Now niggaz gonna get down and niggaz gonna lay down
Dependin' on how niggaz view life
And you'll never look in my eyes
And you'll never ever smile
'Cuz your high is comin' down
And you can't touch me
But if you really wanna fuck wit me
C'mon and get your heat my niggaz
Don't you ever p'voke my niggaz
Don't ever doubt this nigga
'Cuz I'm a survivor like destiny's children
'Til the day of my demise
I'ma ask the Lord why?

They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz they all want me
Dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz this world wants me
Dead or alive

They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz they all want me
Dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
'Cuz this world wants me
Dead or alive

{This is big mother fuckin' Remo
And this hell what I'm tellin' you man
My mother fuckin' niggaz ain't playin'
We mother fuckin' gangsta's man
Understand this shit
Right now we gonna give you some'in to mother fuckin' think 'bout man
These niggaz is movin' like the mob man
What the fuck is goin' on}

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Hope (Coach Carter Remix) - Lyrics - Twista

Title: Hope (Coach Carter Remix)
Artist: Twista
Composer(s): C Morton, Carl Mitchell, Frederick Taylor

Lyric:
Man, I know we had a lot of tragedies lately
I just wanna say rest in peace to Aaliyah
Rest in peace to Left Eye, rest in peace to Jam Master Jay
And everybody lost in the Twin Towers
And everybody lost period all we got is hope

I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks
Knowing the cops is hot when I?m on the block, and I
Wish my brother woulda made bail
So I won?t have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, and I

Wish that my grandmother wasn?t sick
Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, and I
Wish my homies wouldn?t have to suffer
When the streets get the upper hand on us and we lose a brother, and I

Wish I could go deep in the zone
And lift the spirits of the world with the words within this song, and I
Wish I could teach a soul to fly
Take the weight of pain out your hands and help you hold them high, and I

Wish God never gave the men power
To be able to hurt the people inside the Twin Towers, and I
Wish God woulda turned they hearts righteous
When they started to take innocent lives and become snipers, but uh

We will never break, though they devastate
We shall motivate and we gotta pray, all we got is faith
Instead of thinking about who gonna die today
The Lord is gonna help you feel better so you ain?t gotta cry today

Sit at the light so long and then we gotta move
Straight forward 'cause we fight so strong
So when right go wrong, just say a little prayer
Get your money man, life go on, let?s hope

'Cause I?m hopeful, yes, I am, hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and he?ll make a way
And I know it ain?t easy but that?s okay, let?s be hopeful

I wish that you could show some love
Instead of hatin' so much when you see some other people comin' up
I wish I could teach the world to sing
Write some music and have ?em trippin' off the joy I bring, shiet

I wish that we can hold hands
Listen instead of dissin' lessons from a grown man, and I
Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks
Brand new shack and a ?lac that?s on dubs, and I

Wish we could keep achieving wonders, see the vision
Of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, you feel me?
And I hope all the kids eat
And don?t nobody in my family see six feet, you dig?

I hope them mothers stand strong
You can make it whether you with him or your man's gone, and I
Wish I could give every celly some convissary
And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did, R. Kelly, and I

Wish that DOC could scream again
And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, shiet
Then one day they could speak again
I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN

I wish that enemies could talk
And that super homie Christopher Reeves could still walk
I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin' the right thing
Hustle hard so the kids maintain up in the game, let?s hope

'Cause I?m hopeful, yes, I am, hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and he?ll make a way
And I know it ain?t easy but that?s okay, let?s be hopeful

Wish the earth wasn?t so apocalyptic
I try to spread my message to the world the best way I can give it
We can make it, always so optimistic
If you don?t listen, gotta live my life the best way that I can live it

I pray for justice when we go to court
Wish it was all good so the country wouldn?t have to go to war
Why can?t we kick it and just get 'em on
And in the famous words of Mr. King, ?Why can?t we all just get along??

Hope we can find a better way to shop and please, and I
Hope we find a better way to cop a keys, and I
Wish everybody would just stop and freeze
And ask, "Why are we fulfillin' these downfalls and these prophecies?"

You can be wrong if it?s you doubting
With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains
And only the Heavenly Father can ease the hurt
Just let it go and keep prayin' on your knees in church and let?s hope

'Cause I?m hopeful, yes, I am, hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and he?ll make a way
And I know it ain?t easy but that?s okay

'Cause I?m hopeful, yes, I am, hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and he?ll make a way
And I know it ain?t easy but that?s okay
Let?s be hopeful, let?s be hopeful, let?s be hopeful

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Hope (Twista) - Lyrics - First Lady - Faith Evans

Title: Hope (Twista)
Album: First Lady
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): C Morton, Carl Mitchell, Frederick Taylor

Lyric:
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks
Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I
Wish my brother woulda made bail
So I won't have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail and I

Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick
Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick and I
Wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer
When the streets get the upper hand on us and we lose a brother and I

Wish I could go deep in a zone
And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song and I
Wish I could teach a soul to fly
Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them high and I

Wish my hommie Butch was still alive
And on the day of his death we had never took that ride and I
Wish God could protect us from the wrong
So that all the soldiers that were sent over seas come home

We will never break, though they devastate, we shall motivate
And we gotta pray, all we got is faith
Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day
The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain't gotta cry today

Sit at the light so long
And then we gotta move straight forward, 'cuz we fight so strong
So when right go wrong
Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on, let's hope

Though I'm hopeful, yes, I am hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and He'll make a way
I know it ain't easy but that's okay, 'cause we hopeful

I wish that you could show some love
Instead of hatin' so much when you see some other people comin' up
I wish I could teach the world to sing
Watch the music and have 'em trippin' of the joy I bring, shit

I wish that we could hold hands
Listen instead of dissin' lessons from a grown man and I
Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks
Brand new shack and a lack that's on dubs and I

Wish we could keep achieving wonders
See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, you feel me
And I hope all the kids eat
And don't nobody in my family see six feet, ya dig

I hope them mothers stand strong
You can make it whether you wit' him or your man's gone and I
Wish I could give every celly some commissary
And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R Kelly and I

Wish that DOC could scream again
And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, shit
Then one day they could speak again
I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN

I wish that we could never get the blues
Wish I could bring back the people that died at E2
I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin' the right thing
Hustle hard, so the kids maintain up in the game, let's hope

Though I'm hopeful, yes, I am hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and He'll make a way
I know it ain't easy but that's okay, 'cause we hopeful

Wish the earth wasn't so apocalyptic
I try to spread my message to the world the best way I can give it
We can make it always so optimistic
If you don't listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it

I pray for justice when we go to court
Wish it was all good so the country never even went to war
Why can't we kick it and just get em on
And in the famous words of Mr King, "Why can't we all just get along"

Or we can find a better way to shop and please and I
Hope we find a better way to cop a keys and I
Wish everybody would just stop and freeze
And ask way are we fulfillin' these downfalls and prophecies

You can be wrong if it's you doubting
With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains
And only the heavenly father and ease the hurt
Just let it go and keep prayin' on your knees in church and let's hope

Though I'm hopeful, yes, I am hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and He'll make a way
I know it ain't easy but that's okay

Though I'm hopeful, yes, I am hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful and He'll make a way
I know it ain't easy but that's okay, 'cause we hopeful

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My Block - Lyrics - 2pac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Appreciation - Lyrics - Outlandish

Title: Appreciation
Artist: Outlandish
Composer(s): Waqas Qadri, Roger Lenny Martinez, Jeppe Bisgaard, Isam Bachiri, Saqib Hassan

Lyric:
As I got up this morning
You watched me and hoped I?d talk to you
Even if it was just a few words
Askin? your opinion

Thankin? you for something good that happened, Lord
But you noticed I was too busy
Tryin? to find the right clothes matchin? with the right shoes
And I ran around the house getting ready

You knew there would be minutes to stop
And say hello, but I still, I were too busy
And at one point, I had to wait doing nuttin?
Then you saw me spring to my feet

Thought I wanted to talk
But I ran to the phone
Called a friend, wassup

Okay, now it?s time for us to talk
So I find an empty room but hesitation is in my heart
A look down the hall, nobody there, so I close the door
Take of my new jacket, man, I can?t put this on the floor

I?m a have this conversation standin? or my jeans will get dirty
Better yet, I?m a sit on this chair right here ?cause I feel a bit lazy
Almost forgot to pull the curtains so no one can look in
And just when I?m about to utter you some words

Someone steps in
Embarrassed by the moment
I jump up and come up with some stupid excuse
Like I was looking for something

All while you were watchin? me patiently
Ready to give more chances with the hope
That eventually at some point
I will speak to you

You give me so much
You wait all day for a nod
A prayer or a thought
A thankful part of my heart

To all my moros back home
All day workin? hard
Struggling all week
Every dawn standing tall

I know you noticed that before lunch I looked around
I felt embarrassed to talk to you
That is why I didn?t bow my head
Glanced 3 or 4 tables over, saw some of my friends talking to you

But I did not, there is still more time left
Hope that I will talk to you yet, but I went home
And seemed as if I had lots of things to do
After that what is on TV

Suddenly I felt too tired to talk to you
Fell asleep in no time without a thought for you
I know it?s hard to have a one sided conversation
Well, give me some days to try again, and again, and again

Pasé por enfrente de tu casa esta mañana muy temprano
No me dio ni por llamarte, saludarte lo cual es muy extraño
Ahora que la luz está apagada estoy pensando
Si sólo cuando yo lo necesito conversamos

O si sólo cuando temo me haces falta
A cada instante tu retrato está en mi espalda
Me equivoco en muchas de cosas
Y defectos tengo más de cien estoy luchando, tú lo sabes bien

Faults, I have more than 100
I'm struggling, you know I am

Appreciatin' is something I be forgettin', every second
24/7, I'm a forgetful servant, I gotta be prayin' though
Appreciatin' when suffering, calamities call
My soul be hospitalized and all gonna be alright

To all my moros back home
All day workin' hard
Struggling all week
Every dawn standing tall

To all my moros sheddin' tears
Still greet with warm smiles
Patiently throughout the years
Give praise to the most high

To all my moros back home
All day workin' hard
Struggling all week
Every dawn standing tall

To all my moros sheddin' tears
Still greet with warm smiles
Patiently throughout the years
Give praise to the most high

To all my moros back home
All day workin' hard
Struggling all week
Every dawn standing tall

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The Day After - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: The Day After
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood

Now my eyes are open
And I can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin'
'Cuz we're finally free

My Grand be gone after a 103 years of blood sweat and pain
And never complained
The last words that the nurse heard was the song she sang
Died tired of this living thing
Most I knew never made it to drinking age

Sometimes I fight Gipp
Should I spend or should I hold on for what tomorrow brings
Fly ain't that roll egg, so many lips in my head
Seeing some act up from one taste out the cup

Can't build me up to cut me down
Gipp is in your game
But Gipp won't play your game
In the day after

I been this way since birth
Heaven upon sent a newborn to tell it like he see it
No lies though the eyes of an angel suggest you don't table
Every angle be obtuse, ain't no truce, it's war

It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin'
It's Armageddon in the streets of each inner city
Ain't takin' no pity on this unjust callin' it trust
I'm on the bus starin' out of a window

Thankin' 'bout them happy days I had
Over the summer growin' up fast to face life and harsh realities
That come wit the territory didn't know when I was young
So many get hung to hang

Take away the bad and bring back
The good that die mostly over bullshit
Takin' a gun and pulled it on an innocent friend of mine
That could have been yours

How can I stop the war and all the crime inside the minds that's
Programmed to destroy
From the beginning when will it end
On the day after judgment will I be ready

I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood

Now my eyes are open
And I can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin'
'Cuz we're finally free
I'm so happy

Meant I'd be spoiled rotten
A fin here a fin there but receipts please
For my feet I need, a new pair of hi rollin'
But the car ain't stolen

Pistol still smokin' from herndon homin' in on somebody
Gotta pay for restitution with heavily on my mind
Free fom mental debris hose me down
There my physical tame lay returnin' to its rightful place

A quest for forgiveness answer
The death toll Talley but my soul was spared
How is your prepared medium rare if you dare disobey
Well done race you the last one to orion star

Smellin' like shit in a glass jar
The bomb light years away from earth secure a space for my family
The mother of my first conceived and all the weak relatives
I hurt only

When I laugh
On display afta judge none careless atmosphere
Opportunity knockin' answer it knewin' you would
Good thangs come to those dat wait

Took a Los on church strait
The nifty fifth what better place
Fo' mo enemy to hide than behind religion
Done gee seen on I pray for you but I won't follow you to yo end

I know of a place not too far away
That maybe you and I can both go someday
But I gotta make sure 'cuz I ain't tryin' to stay here
Don't y'all realize that the end is so near

But don't have fear 'cuz you still got time
I hope you wanna come when I'm done with the rhyme
Let me explain so you won't claim you didn't know
And you can make sure that this is where you wanna go

It's all about preparing yourself for the return
And a trip to your soul is the only way you'll learn
But if you choose not to go that ain't my concern
I guess in hell you'll just have to burn

The devil tell lies and try to trick yo soul to receive it
They tell you that my Lord ain't coming' back and you believe it
Regardless if you listen to me
In the end we'll see

I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood

Now my eyes are open
And I can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin'
'Cuz we're finally free
I'm so happy

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Last Of The Mohicans - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Last Of The Mohicans
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, R Gill, A Parker

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
'Last Of The Mohicans' man, let's go
You'll never take me alive
It's time DJ, wake 'em up
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody
Somebody very dear

I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever
'Cause everytime I shoot nothing but fo' n beta
An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella
'Cause when murder reigns you gona' need umbrellas

Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners
You hotdog niggas hide your relish
Ain't shit to tell us I keep the army
An' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me

Unless your desire leads you to touch the dream
I be in back of the back AG on the jeans
Hit the button to the left an' you can see how it leans
This thang is like an' airplane you park in the street, mean

It's so vicious call me young, all the wishes
'Cause I wished for it all, beg the Lord for forgiveness
'Cause I sin, I'ma sinner, but I win, I'ma winner
I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all niggas are sprinters

I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers
I'm lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish
Give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid
They runnin' round with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em

Makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em'
Witness Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest
Load up this ten shot, till y'all niggas the hole-est
I'ma God send- niggas better act like they know this muthafucka

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors
(Let 'em know)
Y'all clowns can't be serious, uh huh
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid- we real niggas
(Nigga)

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors, uh huh
We ain't neva scared I hope all y'all hear us
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid- we kill, killers

The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille
That raw coked up flow you can put in the scales
So when niggas start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus'
An' overdose injection of that braille, Rule

When I come thru' can't nobody move me
I'm exclusive cop some new shit every Tuesday
Excuse me- bitch, I'm one of a kind
When I die study my mind an' dupe' the design

Now I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time
Whoever said that they must'a had they nose on tha' line
I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in thismuthafuckin' rap shit
What religion you practice, a pristical baptist or catholic

I can't really say I'm religious an' to that I'ma witness
But I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the picture
40 Cal in the 7-40 I laugh at niggas
That wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches

An' get thrown wit' bricks tied to they Lebron's
The game we play is chess them niggas is pawns
You the first pieces we take off the board
Because I'ma king that's from Queens an'

Then it's the whole regime, beta' known as the team
Big shout to my nigga Preme, it ain't nothin' illegal
About keepin' ya' cash clean when you sellin'
Millions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors
(Let 'em know)
Y'all clowns can't be serious, uh huh
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid, we real niggas
(Nigga)

Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors, uh huh
We ain't neva scared I hope all y'all hear us
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid we kill, killers

Yeah, you know, uh
Wha'cha'll don't know?
There's nothin' real about these niggas in this game
This is it Murder Inc nigga, you lookin' at 'em

The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game, you starin' at 'em
Ain't no need to look nowhere else, it's murder niggas
Holla, we ridin', you know, c'mon niggas
It's danger, it's danger

What up to my nigga Merc, Big Caddy
My nigga Black Child, rest in peace
To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven
My nigga Do Cannons, Do Cannons

We see you nigga, we love you nigga
Shadow I see you nigga
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor
We gon' have some fun
We gon' ride this muthafucka' out
It's murda', real talk nigga
We in the building

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What Should I Do - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: What Should I Do
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Arama Brown, John David Jackson, Robert W. Larow, Jeremy Skaller, Antwan Thompson

Lyric:
Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Dear Fab, I wrote this letter in confidence you will read it
I succeeded gettin' my collage education completed
Smart girl, not conceited, I used to bein' treated
Anyway, but anyway your advice is needed

I?m 22 years old with a beautiful daughter
By a dead beat who wouldn?t give a quarter to support her
My money was gettin? low and my patience was gettin' shorter
Heard about his new girlfriend and all the *** he brought her

So I caught her, fought her, heard she had restrainin? orders
I still grabbed her ponytail and held her underwater
So right now I?m sorta locked up for manslaughter
Missin' every minute I can't spend with my daughter

Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Loso, I know you hold profession as a lyricist
But you probably never had depression as severe as this
Your music, it?s like a session with a therapist
I asked the Lord to send me any blessin? if He's hearin? this

I?m stressin? somethin? serious, pressin? on delirious
A smart man always asks questions if he's curious
I believe in God but I don?t understand His plan
Why send a Spanish man way up to Afghanistan?

Hand this man a rifle, suit me up in camouflage
I salute the hand of sarge, he is not a man in charge
I?m fightin? this war, don?t know who I?m fightin? it for
Might be goin? AWOL any day y'all

Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Dear Fabolous, I?m such a fan, I don?t have much demands
But I?m really hopin? that you will keep in touch with fans
?Coz see, I know you probably busy kickin? it
With one of them pretty girls from on television shakin' it

My vision ain't mistaken, I can see you wasn?t fakin'
So I hope that you can help me with some good decision makin?
I've been thinkin? a lot, so much I haven?t slept in days
My mother and father about to go they separate ways

I?m a teen in the cross of a painful divorce
I love my mom and she think I'm an angel of course
I love my dad too, I feel tangled and lost
Who's side should I be on? Your friend, Dion

Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Yeah, this song is dedicated to anyone who find theyself
In a place where they need some advice
You may not always find that person in the physical form
But there?s someone you can trust in

Who listens when everybody?s ears are shut
Who sees when everybody?s eyes are closed
Who speaks when everybody?s voice is silent
Put your faith in God, the Man will take you from there, Loso

?Coz not a day goes by, that I don?t wonder why
And what should I do?

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N-Noreaga - Phonetime - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Phonetime
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Victor Santiago, Kiam Holley, Leshan Lewis

Lyric:
Son, I zone, my gun is never on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit' skate key
(Me, I'm just chillin' Pop, serving my time)
(Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin' a shine)
And yeah, while I'm home you like livin' abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board
(When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord)
(Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored)

Yea, it's nuthin' 'cuz I'm gettin' bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head
(You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard)
(He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God)
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome
(The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac)
(A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack)

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings)
(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit' in Queens)
And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl
(On the other side of things, I'm tryin' to get released)
(Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit' da beast)
Fuck the police 'cuz all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son, you'll get your open date

(Dun, I'ma see ya regardless 'cuz I got two violent felony charges)
And you know your appeal is progress
(You're my dog, dun)
And we gon' keep this tight
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right
(I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks)
(Good lookin' for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)
And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa
And guess what? I made you executive producer
Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe
(They won't believe to see me come home to a V)
(Pigs pressin' me, want autographs for they seeds)
(I gotta C.O. thinkin' that we gon' fuck when I leave)
Yo, nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes
We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas still diggin our style
(Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin' to keep me confined?)
(I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine)
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin' loose, then we headed to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast
(Son, there's only one minute left)
(Son, there's only one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it down
(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)
I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks
(I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin' my sticks)
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks
(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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