Repeat To Fade - Lyrics - Kosheen

Title: Repeat To Fade
Artist: Kosheen
Composer(s): D Beale, S Evans, M Morrison

Lyric:
Recently I've been feeling kind of restless
Suddenly I'm remembering
There's no use in pretending

I'm not receiving cos you ain't sending
What I need, ah you just don't have it
What is this, some kind of force of habit

Stop, we start again
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Come with me and you will see a new beginning
As we go round
Repeat to fade

Stop, we start again
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Come with me and you will see a new beginning
As we go round
Repeat to fade

Recently I've been thinking, it's not easy
Finally I believe it
There's no use in pretending

I'm not receiving cos you ain't sending
What I need ah you just don't have it
What is this, a force of habit

Stop, we start again
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Come with me and you will see a new beginning
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Stop, we start again
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Come with me and you will see a new beginning
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Always goin' on

Stop, we start again
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Come with me and you will see a new beginning
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Stop, we start again
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

Come with me and you will see a new beginning
As it goes round
Repeat to fade

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Holler If Ya' Hear Me - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Holler If Ya' Hear Me
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kevin Rhames, Barret Strong, Norman Jesse Whitfield, George Jr Clinton, Live Squad Randy Walker, Tupac Shakur, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
Until then, raise up
Tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel mesee it clearly?
You're too near me -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, BAM
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
Representin, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boyz
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

2PacYou're too near me, to see it clearly
Repeat 4x
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
Repeat 2X
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
"Hard!" "The rebel"
"Hard!" "The rebel"
Repeat 12X to fade
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "The rebel"

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Z - Jigga What, Jigga Who - Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Jigga What, Jigga Who
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter, Jonathan Burks

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Lyric:
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

Nigga what, nigga who?
Nigga what, nigga who?
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw
Two at me I threw fo' back, hold that
Let the dough stack, way before Biggs had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through
With the glock jet black, you niggaz step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggaz we invented the shit
I came into the business with this, The Originator, none greater
Jaz-O finish this shit

Better learn, Jaz don't relax, stat ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga
Like a third degree, see me shine so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin, rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
Heavyweight's light work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me
What? Cut a patient like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info Jaz-O the CNN
Forever touchin my work is beginnin you're endin
Nigga your style's no style my style's high style
C'mon, faggot nigga gotta take the gun home
The O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

* Repeat to fade *
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

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Smoking On Purple - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Smoking On Purple
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Ease your mind a lil' bit, ease your mind
Light up that ***, light up that motherf***
Let back that sunroof, let back your s***

This that *** that we ride to, this that *** that we vibe to
This that *** that we get h*** to, that gangsta music
And you can try but you ain't Lil Boosie, no, no

Bad *** got you feelin' great
Looked at my CEO like, ?CEO, let's get this cake?
Baby, I hit the stage and *** go crazy
A playa mate, all my *** got Jordan skills, they fade away

I hit da [Incomprehensible] throwback after throwback
Everybody wan' take pictures, they like "Damn, you Mr. Kodak"
Smoke comin' out my sunroof, a n*** shinin'
*** love gettin' *** love rockin' diamonds

If you got kids in this world, *** handle your business
And you don't need no ***, be independent
It's murder, murder, *** beefin', *** slangin' i***
I keep that purple purp to ease my mind tonight

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

I know the game, I know the street
I got the raps, you got the beats
And we gon' lay it down real sweet
So y'all can ride, head bobbin' side to side
I don't want s*** from my fans but this feel a real *** vibe

When you down and out, don't nobody trust ya
But when you got bread, it seem like everybody love ya
It's still *** up, man, in certain cases
Look, they still racist, I can see it on them *** faces

That's why I'm smokin' and laughin', I got my grind on
They don't feel my struggle, they think my mind gone
That's why it's murder, murder, kill, kill on the corner
These lil' *** got b***, ready to put it on ya

So when you die, you might as well be h***
Is it Heaven or Hell or is it all a lie?
That's why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday
2 *** cops, so they don't blues me and I'm

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

Smokin' on that d*** I done got a bag for cheap
Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This s*** must got somethin' in it, *** slipped some c*** on me

Ain't no crack up in the windows, I can barely even breathe
Got me fumblin' and trippin', almost passed the *** to C
Got it cloudy in the Bentley, *** squintin', tryin' to see
Late, don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat

Ridin' dirty [Incomprehensible] ridin' dirty, know how that *** be
One day you're here and next day you gone on repeat
With that n*** up in my reach, right now dyin' ain't for me
Man, this pine got me sleepy but I'm too h*** to go to sleep

Bustin' odor when you rollin', potent as it 'posed to be
And we rollin', I'm smokin' them back to back consistently
Keep ***, your ***
Young Savage don't really care, just put that *** up in the air

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

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N-Bone - Say A Little Prayer - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - Say A Little Prayer
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): D. Elliot, Flesh-N-Bon

Lyric:
Down, gotta lay me down, down, down to sleep
(Down, gotta lay me down)
I pray to the Lord that
A holy ghost bless my soul to keep
(Pray to the Lord, my soul)

And if I should die before I wake
Wake up, wake up, hope that He saved a place in heaven
So I pray every day for my soul He take up

Gettin' my hustle in every day, each day
When I would get on my knees and pray
Every day faced with all kinda playa hatin'
Why they wanna make my sanity tighten
Pray, hey, hey, hey, and I got

Beautiful family, a lovely wife, and my little pretty daughter
And I got two sons, handsome just like me, so I count blessing
After each blessing, every last blessing I learned a lesson
I didn?t realize my blessings keep me from stressin'
Jesus came, and died on the cross to save us from our sins, our sins

The kingdom of heaven's at hand, how much to repent to get in?
Again and again, I?m sendin' my praises up above and I don?t know
When I?m entertainin' angels, so I gotta show more love
Gotta honor Mother and Father with all my heart
My little brothers Steven and Stewart
We don?t let demons break us apart, yeah

You know that?s a no-no for sure, I can put it on my soul
I can even put it [unverified] and run the little seconds down the road
I?m ready to go, steady rollin', leavin' these strangers
If the whole world would end tomorrow, tomorrow just might be the end
So wait for the Lord, follow

Down, gotta lay me down, down, down to sleep
(Down, gotta lay me down)
I pray to the Lord that a holy ghost bless my soul to keep
(Pray to the Lord, my soul)

And if I should die, before I wake
Wake up, wake up, hope that He saved a place in heaven
So I pray every day for my soul, He take up
(Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
(Is the highest praise forever, amen)

Must you prepare for the judgment, baby
Now tell me what you?ve been up to lately
Situations steady come on the daily, no, it don?t really surprise me
It don?t amaze me, but it do drive me crazy
Demons, they keep tryin' to fade me and it?s so evil

All they wanna do is aggravate me, trip, and I flip
Don?t make me see, even when I?m not lookin' for trouble
Trouble, it seem to come, find, that?s how it is
When you live in the limelight, but I don?t worry

Put it all behind me gotta get down, way down, stay down
Satan up, under my foot, gotta rebuke
And recite the scriptures from the
Holy Book, that?s when it straight shook

Look at the prophecy comin' down in history, still it ain?t no mystery
Can?t let it repeat, good?s gonna demolish evil
What a miraculous, wonderful victory, oh, yeah
Armageddon waitin' for the [unverified] when the lid, pop
When it goes down, don?t be sleepin' 'cause it?ll creep on us

Send a thief in the night watch out, wake up, stay woke
And gather more faith in Jesus, lead us get ready to
The will of God, so that He can keep us from the wrath
Of fiery brimstones stay strong and hold onto your faith
And it won?t greet you, yet meet you, deceit you, we?re leadin'
And walkin' through heaven?s gates

Down, gotta lay me down, down, down to sleep
(Down, gotta lay me down)
I pray to the Lord that a holy ghost bless my soul to keep
(Pray to the Lord, my soul)

And if I should die, before I wake
Wake up, wake up, hope that He saved a place in heaven
So I pray every day for my soul, He take up
(Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
(Is the highest praise forever, amen)
Our father, which art in Heaven, hollow would be Thy holy name

Down, gotta lay me down, down, down to sleep
(Down, gotta lay me down)
I pray to the Lord that a holy ghost bless my soul to keep
(Pray to the Lord, my soul)

And if I should die, before I wake
Wake up, wake up, hope that He saved a place in heaven
So I pray every day for my soul, He take up
(Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
(Is the highest praise forever, amen)

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, how majestic is Thy name in all the earth

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Fade In, Fade Out - Lyrics - The Forecast

Title: Fade In, Fade Out
Artist: The Forecast
Composer(s): Dustin Addis, Shannon Burns, Anthony Peck, Matt Webb

Lyric:
I'll watch the lights slip past the trees
Begging for kisses to be made
Without a bottle's helping hands
We'll watch the movies where the lines are said

I will repeat them back to you
Without a bottle's helping hands

Talking about a long night for a fist fight
Strap your memories to your back
And hang that noose around your neck

Talking about a long night for a fist fight
Strap your memories to your back
And hang that noose around your neck

And your photos they're fading now
You said, you said this is your chance to turn it all around

Your past mistakes hold no weight
'Cause we're always moving forward
Never turn around, don't look back now
That's why, that's okay

Talking about a long night for a fist fight
Strap your memories to your back
And hang that noose around your neck

Talking about a long night for a fist fight
Strap your memories to your back
And hang that noose around your neck

As we walk home the snow falls around us
As we fall onto the sidewalks with our heads up
Always looking for a hands up or a hand out
It was nice to know you then

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Welcome To My World - Lyrics - Mo Thugs

Title: Welcome To My World
Artist: Mo Thugs
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, Archie Blaine, George Jr Clinton, Belinda Wallace, Kendon Anthony, Gary Lee Cooper, Cabrina Wilson

Lyric:
Welcome to my world, you know the procedure
Nothin' but playas and trues, man
It's a Jhaz thang
And a sista gets wrecked for her domain

Plain and simple, Ken Dawg rollin' with II Tru
Who you wanna bring?
Come along or come strapped, you and click of fools
Ajay, Ajay, a shot out to my playa realer

My world'll get with ya
Let the Jhaz inside of me, feel ya, hit ya
You don't wanna see us come ball with playas
No pressure, come along to scrap me and my crew

We got them street sprayers
Welcome to my world, nothin' but the Jhaz
Top class, black jag with the cream rag
Zigzag? Nope, the Swisha

Ajay is my click, believe my click'll get with ya
No bull, man, and once again, let me repeat
II Tru forever, runnin' through my veins
And heartbeat sweeta seat

Deep inside this smoke ingested girl
This Mo Thug click is tight
Y'all, on the real, welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
It don't stop, right, welcome to my world

It's Mo Thug, it's Mo Thug
It's Mo Thug, it's Mo Thug
My mind is open, chokin' on this hit
Wig splitter, I got it bangin', hangin'

Doin' my thang and, yeah, these nuts swangin'
Slangin' these thangs, 'cause I'm Ken Dawg from the C
Me and II Tru gonna fade them fake ass wannabes
Mo Thug, much love, binding so strong

Puttin' it down in this bitch until playa like me gone
Welcome to my world, Hennessey until I hurl
Got my life on riches, bitches, yeah
You living thorough, but a

I'm a keep it real and keep your head cracked
Stay blueback off a sac and some Coniac
Po po, they steadily tryin' to put a playa in the pen
Welcome to the shit you put a nigga in, right, right

Welcome to my world

Shoot nothin' but hard game
It's a way that a sister come up on a brother's mental
True playas 'til the end understand if I gotta get mine
I pimps 'em on the real, though

Brina runnin' game for the means of payment
Underestimatin' this playa
Make you wonder where your stash went
Bent, is the way you got me

Fools, these rules won't save ya
Testin' this II Tru techniques
Rollin' with nothin' but playas
This Mo Thug click

II Tru been known to break off much grip
Archie flossin' them realer, [unverified] tracks up in the nine-six
In my world, hater playas want to see hustlas die, fall
Jhaz got my back, uptightly shot

Breakin' hits with that Ken Dawg
It's my call, when it come to them games steady pushin' weekly
On top of the real, playin' the field, shootin' my regular freely
Believe me, my world only got room for trues, so welcome

Cleveland up in this industry servin' wrecks where I come from
Gotta maintain composure
Representing what becomes this life that this sista leads
'Til I reach my point up in this nine-six

Welcome to my world
Nine six and so on, let a playa go on

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Caramia - Lyrics - Shaming Of The Sun - Indigo Girls

Title: Caramia
Album: Shaming Of The Sun
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray, Emily Ann Saliers

Lyric:
Caramia
Blank notebook and a back pocket fade
You used to mock me
Sometimes I would cry
When I was home later
'Cause you hurt my feelings
Why? Why? Why?
(Why? Why? Why?)
You said write it down in your notebook
And I wanna be Harriet the spy
And some say your genius
Is in your madness
Will you get better
(Will you get better)
And then will you leave us
(Will you leave us)
How you mixed with the darkness
At such a young age
(Until in your chemistry)
Until in your chemistry
(Silence and violence)
Silence and violence
(Silence and violence)
Turned silence to rage
Ahh

Why are you dreamin' this
One shoe off
And a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare?
Are you left by yourself
Or left by your lover?
(Are you left by your lover?)
For three nights straight now
I dream, I kept both of my shoes
But I've forgotten my lines
And I've misplaced my cues
And there's a sea full of faces
And a show to go on
But I'm struck mute at entrance
With nothing to draw from

There were the secrets
The big bang and the bigger joke
You seem to know all of them
That's why injustice makes you red with choke
Yeah, but you love like you're desperate
You don't know what love is
(If there was one thing)
And I thought if there was one thing I could give you
One thing I could give you
(If there was one thing)
Well maybe it was this
The head on the bed board
(Sadness)
The anguished repeat
(Sadness)
The sweat of our sadness
(Sweat of our sadness)
And the twist of the sheets
(Twist of the sheets)
I don't want whats best for you
Where will I be when you've found it
(Where will I, where will I)
You know I pray a lot about these bad feelings inside
(Where will I, where will I be)
I can't pray my way through or around it

Hey
Why are you dreamin' this
One shoe off
And a bridge to cross over
(And a bridge to cross over)
And where is your taxi fare
Are you left by yourself
(Are you left)
Or left by your lover?
(By yourself)
For three nights straight now
(Left by your lover)
You know I keep both of my shoes
(I've got bad feelings inside)
But I've forgotten my lines
(I can't pray through)
I've misplaced my cues
(I can't pray my way around it)
And there's a sea full of faces
And a show to go on
I'm struck mute at entrance
With nothing to draw from
Nothing to draw from

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Killuminati - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Killuminati
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Tony Pizarro, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Let it be prophesied, niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones, niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill 'em all, watch now, nigga truth be told

West side was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin' by my thirty yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me

Now diggy die, every time I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga 'cause I'm comin' back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin' from drug cases
Lookin' at my congregation so full of thug faces

Momma gave a nigga breath
A life of stress, I invest in a vest
And makin' niggaz watch they every step
Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this shit yet

Thug style, baby, hands on my pistol
Listen I'm a ridah, every nigga breathin' pay attention
'Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again
Till I make it yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin'

Visions of over packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin'
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place

They got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'
It's like I'm dreamin', see in season me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo' five, snatchin' niggaz pagers

Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' forty's, moved to harder shit
God damn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

I spend most of my time bankin' niggaz
Because they hate a nigga, comin' across fake niggaz
But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin'
Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin'

O U T L A W Z ain't nuttin' fuckin'
With that we bustin' back comin' back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin' them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters

Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill 'em all for Shorty, ninety nine Killuminati

They got me thinkin strugglin' and hustlin's my only fate
Toppin' grams on the kitchen plate, tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is rollin' three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets

My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin' naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

Yo, yo, Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
You know what type of shit we be, you want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real, hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?

Fuck with me, nigga, you get killed
It don't get no realer than this
What's my motherfuckin' name nigga?
What's my muh'fuckin' name nigga?

What's my muh'fuckin' name?
Outlawz in this bitch, rap pro at his finest
Repeat, Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is?

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With A Song In My Heart - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: With A Song In My Heart
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart

Lyric:
Though I know that we meet every night
And we couldn't have change since the last time
To my joy and delight
It's a new kind of love at first sight

Though it's you and it's I, all the time
Every meeting's a marvelous pastime
You're increasingly sweet
So whenever we happened to meet, I greet you

With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face
Just a song at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace

When the music swells, I'm touching your hand
It tells that you're standing near
And at the sound of your voice
Heaven opens his portals to me

Can I help but rejoice
That a song such as ours came to be?
But I always knew
I would live life through, with a song in my heart for you

Oh, the moon's not a moon for a night
And these stars will not twinkle and fade out
And the words in my ears
Will resound for the rest of my years

In the morning, I find with delight
Not a note of our music is played out
It will be just as sweet
And an air that I'll live to repeat, I greet you

With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face
Just a song at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace

When the music swells, I'm touching your hand
It tells that you're standing near
And at the sound of your voice
Heaven opens his portals to me

Can I help but rejoice
That a song such as ours came to be?
But I always knew
I would live life through, with a song in my heart for you

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Hell Of A Hat - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Hell Of A Hat
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Nate Albert, Dicky Barrett, Dennis Brockenborough, Tim Burton, Joe Gittleman, Kevin Lenear, Joe Sirois

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Lyric:
That's a hell of a hat that you're wearing
It goes real well with the earring
Five through the nose, bold and daring
You've got to pardon me if I'm staring

Man, I really dig your shoes
Fat fade and fresh tattoos
Bet the females can't refuse
And if I'm staring, please excuse

Sharpest motherfucker in the joint
The other motherfuckers stop and point
The gear you wear seems complete
Why you gotta pack the heat?

We question one accessory
Don't think the piece is necessary
We agree you're dressed to kill
But wonder if you will?

Hell of a hat, you're sporting, Jack
Diamond cuff links and a sweet tie tack
The pocket watch must've set you back
You're the man, man, you're the mack

Pinstriped number, me oh my, that's rude
And that's a hell of an attitude
You made the scene and you set the mood
I'm only starin' 'cause I'm nervous, dude

Sharpest motherfucker, we repeat
The other motherfuckers can't compete
The clothes you chose are stylish, son
Why you gotta wear the gun?

We question one accessory
Don't think the piece is necessary
We agree you're dressed to kill
Wonder if you will?

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Souljahs Marching - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Souljahs Marching
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war

The cycle continues look what I've been through
Chapter 5 from the book of thugs, 1999, 2000
New millennium marching forward
All aboard seek and destroy any nigga that throw a decoy

We them niggas you can't avoid
Boy, boy, don't fuck around and get me paranoid
I'm on a mission impossible, off da rip when he get hostile
If you gots ta know I got lots of dough

So the murda mo ain't no optional
Unstoppable relentless rolling in Benz's
Hear it repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it
Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on

Feel my bombs motherfucker, undisputed round for round
Putting it down, town ta town tearing da roof of this mother fucker
When I'm in your city get wit' me fuck wit' your nigga
When I'm in Maui hoes around me still come fuck wid your niggas

But if you ain't talking about no money
Nigga, you really ain't talking no sense
Out of line wid out a dime,
Motherfucker, you got me ready

It ain't no honor amongst thieves
Won't waste my time smoking weed
Wid all these petty conversations
So I avoid the playa nation

The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war

Still, got the gun on Frankie Sosa
Fully automatic four mathematics original souljahs
See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out
Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out

Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out
Mo and mo cash for everyone in the room
Every homie know we move you know the scope is on
Come in and snooze who feeling my music true dat

'Cause if I was in there
I woulda been looting like the rest ah y'all knew dat
(Bone Thug)
Know we knew that in your conscience
You ain't nuthing but a mobster, you can't be budged

God only can judge you
(Thug Luv)
Loot all the cops erase the judge
Heading for the fifth dimension mention
Then settle some stuff legal all I really wanted was a Regal

The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war

Now who gonna be the last two soldiers standing
Doing back ta back holding the cannons
Another episode of my bloodish on hit wid ah low blow
Just a thugging ass nigga that's ready ta get some sense

I sorta like Billy The Kid mixed like a leather show no mercy
Filthy gonna kick in explicit some material too deadly
So prepare the description advisory
If you rise get ready fuck wid me steady

Everyday all day daily haters wanna come try fade me
Unleash the guage release bush
Trying ta feel it the wrath of the whirlwind
Swear you'll wake up fast motherfucker

Before the fifth dog holla missile off
And blast you between your eyes serving no homicide
Victim is blown right, all we know she got decapitated
Nigga, your body rot in the crypt

We taping it up to the ceiling graded
Time from time and again my niggas had ta warn
All you enemies of mine I'm coming ta storm
My niggas be storming through wid army and fatigues

Feel the grief artillery nigga them prophets
To the apostle living a revelation set off the revolution
Nigga, the desperado, you niggas can't fuck wid the fifth dog killer
Now haters die, die, die, die

The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war

The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war

The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war
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