Resurrection Song - Lyrics - Mark Lanegan

Title: Resurrection Song
Artist: Mark Lanegan
Composer(s): Mark William Lanegan

Lyric:
Day, end of day
Each hanging spiral
Where is the shore
From this clear blue silence

Up to the heavens that you daydream
Remembering the sun and the deep green ivy
I know that sleep walking too
In trying to be free

Of all this damage in my eyes
Making confusion in my mind
When I hear a resurrection song

Night lays me down when I'm fading
I can't go home because they hate me
To sing that resurrection song

Day, end of day
Each hanging spiral
What do you make
Of this clear blue silence

Now that the engine driver
Has grown to be a deep sea diver
And the street has got no end
Better keep your heart strong little friend

Thought I heard a resurrection song
Thought I heard a resurrection song

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Same Song - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Same Song
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Ronald R. Brooks, J.S. Theracon , Gregory E. Jacobs, Tupac Shakur, Jim Vitti

Lyric:
Been all around the world
Been all around the world

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

I came for the party to get naughty, get my rocks on
Eat popcorn, watch you move your body to the pop song
That I'm singin', ding a lingin', funky beats ringin'
Everybody's swingin' in the place

As I kick the J an' easy is my style
R&B mixin' it with the hip hop swing beat
Champagne in my hand, it won't be long 'til I'm gone
It's just the same old song

It's just a freestyle, meanwhile, we keep the beat kickin'
Sweat drippin', girlies in the limo, eatin' chicken
Oops, don't get the grease on your pantyhose
I love ya Rover, move over, I gotta blow my nose

Sneezin' but still I'm pleasin' to all the slimmies
Pull out my jimmie, time to get busy wit a jenny
If it's good an' plenty, don't you know?
There I go, there I go, there I go

But I don't go nowhere without my Jim hat
If I'm rappin' 'cause she's clappin'
Then I'm strappin' 'cause I'm smarter than that
Then girlie, maybe we can get along
Cutie after cutie, it's just the same old song

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

Money B, the freaky deaky, the squeaky meaky, up an' down
Well, as a matter of fact, I'll be right back, I gotta take a leaky
So I'm drainin', entertainin' but I got fame
An' the bases I touch, too much for me tryin' to be namin'

Aiyo, you saw me on cable an' grin
I busted in an' I was goin' to win
A Clark Gable back in Pakland, it's the same old song
Sport these shorties, same freckles an' hat
Drinkin' the same 40's

Hypothetical, political, lyrical, miracle whip
Just like butter, my rhymes are legit
'Cause I'm the Humpty, not Humpty Dumpty but Humpty Hump
Here a hump, there a hump, everywhere a hump

Shut up an' just listen, not dissin', don't get me wrong
But to me, it's just the same old song
So just watch, my name is Shock an' I like to rock
An' you can't stop this, 2Pac, go ahead an' rock this

Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground
Girls use to frown, say I'm down when I come around
Gas me an' when they pass me, they use to diss me
Harrass me but now they ask me if they can kiss me

Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high
Same song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy
Claimin' that they must have changed now that we came strong
I remain still the same, why Tu'? 'Cause it's the same song

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song
All around the world, same song
All, all around the world, same song

Same song, same song, same song, same song
Same song, same song, same song, same song

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Chain Reaction - Lyrics - Beck

Title: Chain Reaction
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): John Robert King, Terrence Butler, Beck Hansen, John Osbourne, Anthony Iommi, William Ward, Mike Simpson

Lyric:
Comin' through the barricades, cuttin' the lines
The red lights goin' ?round like insanity sirens
The end of the galaxy, the middle of the road
Where the blackout moons cut the weather of [unverified]

Black engines grind down, teeth are raw
The rubber juggernaut rots in a shattering jaw
Helter skelter bulldozers runnin' over the block
Where a pawn shop clock is ticking out like a bomb

It's a chain reaction

Like a chain reactor blowing out of my arms
Shoot every paranoid phantom that's done me harm
Like a desolate specter in a pummel of fists
Kicking against the pricks, burning black like wicks

They spit pig iron, tell you nothing is wrong
Put a heart on a pike, sing a resurrection song
For a paralyzed mind in a kerosene jar
Barracuda believer with a heathen guitar

Apocalyptic nostalgia tokens
Dark arts sell sail for Antarctica oceans
It's a chain reaction

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Hollywood To Hollywood - Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

Title: Hollywood To Hollywood
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): H Hancock, Wyclef Jean, W Maragh, Leo Missir, J Duplessis, T Sparks, P Carli

Lyric:
Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?
(The ride, the ride)
Yes black, where's my jewels at?
(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown )

Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's
It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing

Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here
That cemetery gear (California, California)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood

True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD
They hoppin, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
He a rap artist
("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

Don't wear your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here! (Colors)
That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped through
While I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh ing
The real is missing but the fraud is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn Paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here! (Colors)
That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight
Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight
Colors, put away your colours whoa, colors

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The Bad Guy - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

Title: The Bad Guy
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Raashaun Casey, Renan Thybulle, John David Jackson

Lyric:
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
'Cause you don't got the guts to be where you wanna be
Fabolous, he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for fabolous?
So they can point their fuckin' fingers
And call me the fuckin' bad guy?

I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointin'
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringin' my joint in
They be asking fellas why
It's cause the streets is watchin'
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H Bonnie's rockin'
I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lyin' to you
You need people like me
I'm so F A B O L O U S
Yeah, that's the bad guy

You need people like me
So you can point your fuckin' fingers
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, what they make you?
Good?

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say "Where you get a key from?"
I love the way your butt switches
But none of these slut bitches

Is worth me askin' my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my whole voicemail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coachin' birds like Tony La Russa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble gettin' the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real

So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through

Come on
What type of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the C.L rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
'Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A even likin' the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on

When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start askin' if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzin'
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
You good guys who wanna hear
Somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for savin' you
Say goodnight to the bad guy

Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
One of them first class tickets to the Resurrection

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Like Toy Soldiers - Lyrics - Curtain Call - Eminem

Title: Like Toy Soldiers
Album: Curtain Call
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marta Marrero, Luis Resto, Michael Jay Margules, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter

I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless
I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em

That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie`s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and nas shit

And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it

That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin'

Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth

While he's all over TV yeah I'm talkin' a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it I understand this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated 'cuz once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?

It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him

Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Mean while my attention is pullin' in another direction
Some receptionist at the source who answers phones at his desk

Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous

Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc

And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us

We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have runyon avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is

But I ain't try na have none of my people hurt and murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further

But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man if y'all can quit poppin'
Off at your jaws well then I can 'cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cuz

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

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Holla If Ya Hear Me - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Holla If Ya Hear Me
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
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:
Ahh yeah, uhh uhh
Holler if ya hear me, yeah

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
I'm lookin' down the barrel number nine to get up
'Cause it's time to make the playback 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, Black

Because in the alleys, out in Cali I'm tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me, see it clear?
You're too near me

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

Pump ya fists like this, holler 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

Ooh, 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 singin' 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'm throwin' a change up
Quayle, like you, never brought my name up
Now my homies in the blackstreets, the backstreets
They fill me when they rollin' in their fat jeeps

This ain't just a rap song or black song
Tellin' all my brothers keep their strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin' 'til other brothers bubble

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)

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 boys
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

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Hard)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Hard)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

Hard, the rebel
Hard, the rebel
Hard, the rebel
...

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Anastasia - Lyrics - Brave Saint Saturn

Title: Anastasia
Artist: Brave Saint Saturn
Composer(s): Dennis Bayne Culp, Keith Hoerig, Reese Roper, Andrew Verdecchio

Lyric:
She's the one who all the boys want
But she's barely breaking stride
When I look and see her standing there
I'm all butterflies inside

Her name means, 'The resurrection'
It's not too far from true
I'm afraid that if I write this song
She might break my heart in two

She hits the mark
The kindled spark
But I'll just drag her down, down

Far away in distant skies
I see starlight in your eyes
Do you think of miracles?
Are they only dreams for fools?

She's the one who haunts my dreams at night
Underneath the bluest moon
She makes hearts skip beats in triplets
The brightest light in any room

She hits the mark
The kindled spark
But I'll just drag her down, down
Down, down, down

When Anastasia smiles
The world is getting lighter
When Anastasia wakes
The lights come on inside her

And stars will light the path for her tonight
Anastasia
And yes, the moon is burning oh so bright
Anastasia

When Anastasia smiles
The world is getting lighter
When Anastasia wakes
The lights come on inside her

And stars will light the path for her tonight
Anastasia
And yes, the moon is burning oh so bright
Anastasia

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A Vulgar Picture - Lyrics - The Black Dahlia Murder

Title: A Vulgar Picture
Artist: The Black Dahlia Murder
Composer(s): Brian Eschbach, Zach Gibson, John Kempainen, David Lock, Trevor Strnad

Lyric:
Now the funeral grounds are at last awash
With the blackness of this frigid autumn night
I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow
This night shall birth forth our reckoning
Hell's jaws now open wide

A stare to pierce six feet of soil
A love beyond this mortal coil

As though you'd never left my side
I hold your stiffened body so close to me
For years I've lived in a dream
Awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me

I can barely suppress my elation
My blood is racing as I strike the lid
A quick pry of the casket reveals her body, paralyzed
So long I've waited for this moment to thrust my fingers deep inside

Now you will sing the song of the deceased
The ones whose souls will never rest in peace

The throes of necromantic lust possess my mind
Cries of my precious frozen angel beckon from inside
I feel alive! For once I'm feeling so alive
My skin is crawling, I'm completed on this resurrection night

From this night achieved a morbid truth
Love's bounds post-mortally removed

As though you'd never left my side
I hold your stiffened body so close to me
For years I've lived in a dream
Awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me

In rapture, my mind is lured by my own knife
To join this fragile being who sleeps below
The reflection of a razor reveals the moon, so perfectly
Along my impatient veins its steel does graze
With the kiss of suicide

I feel no pain as I am entwined with my lovely bride
The silk lining now stained with my offering
I embrace the end of my now worthless life

Well that was interesting or that was disgusting
It's your call

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Do It All Again - Lyrics - Memphis Bleek

Title: Do It All Again
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): James Kieth Lloyd, Zukhan Bey, Malik Cox, Gary Grainger

Lyric:
I would change a thing, if I have to live my life all over
Oh, baby, oh girl, I do it all again
If I have to live my life, live my life I would

I would do it all again, all again, yeah
If I have to live my life all over, nope, oh, baby, yeah
I do it all again
(Yo everyday)
If I have to live my life all over
(Every hour you know, yeah)

Yo, yo, same hustle man, same struggle man
Yeah, I do it again, if I have to
Still the same way, still the game paid
Still the young nigga, still slang, yeah

I wouldn't change a thing and my mama did it all by herself
She sayin' the same pray, listen
You hear when she whisper
I get the chance I fix her, days that I slipped her

And my man the past, I tell him I love him
And I hug him before he pass
Raised his daughter as if she was mine
Still meet the same girl, still have mine, uh

I thank God the Melik meet Shawn
I throw the diamond up higher in every song
And only drama could do it again
Da hood don't love me, still I walk through it again hear me

I wouldn't change one fact if I have to come back
And I couldn't live black, got me
But mama love me, I'm from da ghetto
And only God could judge me

I would do it all again, I would do it all again
If I have to live my life all over, oh baby, yeah
I do it all again
(Aha, uh, yeah, what)
I do it all again, if I have to live my life all over
(I do it over, for real, same way)

Oh, I wouldn't change a thang, same shit the basic
Same house, same spouse, same pop's I came with
Same gun, same case, same niggaz I bang with
I be big right now before I change shit

Just roll me up an L and live life and just do what I do
It's all lovely when it's right
But when it's wrong, I just play along
Get hit bounce back like it's really nothin' wrong

And I still struggle, still bubble
No matter if I'm broke or rich I still hustle
Still get niggaz to test you is my life
And I do it all again,I do it twice

And I won't change a thang, maybe two
I bring Big and Pop back put them in the same room
Then I apolotic and make peace in da same room
Once a game dead then you know we all dead too, true

And then we back on the block
With the crack in da sack
I take it how it come from the bottom to the top
I signed wit Bleek and I'm ridin' wit The Roc and I

Would do it all again, do it all again
If I have to live my life all over, oh baby, yeah
I do it all again, for the love as it gain
If I have to live my life all over
(And I do it again, yeah, holla)
Oh, I would

Yo, I talk to my fam I lost and let them know
How I feel from my heart without them here no mo'
And is no lies, I do it all again from the start of my life
Till the night my mama die

I would it told her, I love and it all kept looses and close
Let her know I always be here for you
Apologize to grandma that for da stress I put her through
And to my dad I ain't mad at you

Even thought you wasn't there without you
I won't be here so I gotta be fair
Still don't love lost over here I swear
To my restin' road dawgz, yeah
(I do it all again)

Why changin' my resurrection
I be back and the style same strip
Back with the same click
Hustle in the game chips, explain this
If I have to live all over I do it
Let Barbara have his kidz all over watch me

Get it quick, servin' the pump liquor
Spend a little mo' time with my big brother Leek
Still be fam with Cease, Proof, Cali and Bleek
Holla and get low, probably when my life repeat, nigga

I would do it all again
If I have to live my life all over, oh, baby, yeah
I do it all again
If I have to live my life all over, oh I would

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Like Toy Soilders - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Like Toy Soilders
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marta Marrero, Luis Resto, Michael Jay Margules, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down

Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
Never win but the battle wages on
We're toy soldiers

I'm supposed to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never 'sposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with the Benzino

It don't matter I'd never drag 'em in battles that I can handle
'Less I absolutely have to, I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em

That Ja shit, I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, the shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and Nas shit

And even though the battle is won I feel like we lost it
I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it, I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip hop for, it's not why I got in it

That was never my object, for someone to get killed
Why would I want to destroy somethin' I helped build?
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin'

And that was just out of respect, for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about somethin' that I knew nothin' about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth

While he's all over TV, now I'm talkin' a man
Who literally saved my life, like fuck it I understand
This is business and this shit just isn't none of my business
I'm still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute, because

Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
Never win but the battle wages on
We're toy soldiers

There used to be a time when, you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated, 'cause once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
It's a different ball game, you call names and you ain't just rappin'

We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him

Fuck him, 50 smash him, mash him and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record

But now he's fucked the game up, cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it, has got a grudge against me for nothin'?
Well fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too, fuck him then

But I'm so busy bein' pissed off, I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder INC
And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line

That's willin' to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
And maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in the chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners

Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryin' to have none of people hurt or murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Than to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict

I'll walk away from it all, 'fore I let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man if y'all can quit poppin'
Off at your jaws well then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause

Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left, we all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
Never win but the battle wages on
We're toy soldiers

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