Streets Of Pain - Lyrics - Richard Marx

Title: Streets Of Pain
Artist: Richard Marx
Composer(s): Richard Marx, Fee Waybill

Lyric:
She's still another party blonde who has always had her way
Now just another hanger on with a faded resume
He's gonna be a leading man in the Gary Cooper mold
Now workin' at a pretzel stand but it's him that's gettin' sold

Big dreamer gonna take the town but she's runnin' out of time
Still singin' at a sleazy lounge to a house of drooling swine
Self satisfied narcissist with a body like a God
He's thinking that's all there is but I don't want that job

Streets of pain, oh, they don't hear the cryin'
Streets of pain never felt the tears
Streets of pain, oh, they just keep on lyin'
Get it through your head 'cause some things never change

Won't it finally be obvious that there's very little chance?
Can't they see it's a Greyhound bus and not their handsome prince?
Isn't anybody satisfied with the average girl next door?
Does she have to be glamorized so the world will love her more?

Streets of pain, sinkin' like a rock in a river
Streets of pain never felt so cold, yeah
Streets of pain lower than a snake can slither
Not to mention all the stories never told

Pretty girl becomes a socialite, standin' in somebody else's light
Anything can happen late at night, in the morning she'll be out of sight
Made a million on a lucky streak, threw it all away as foolishly
One of many comic tragedies, what else can there be?

So you better get on the road to the desolation station
And you better bring all you own, it's a permanent vacation
We're waitin' here with open arms but it isn't what it seems
Just looking for the boulevard on the trail of broken dreams

Streets of pain, oh, they don't hear the cryin'
Streets of pain never felt the tears
Streets of pain, oh, they just keep on lyin'
Get it through your head 'cause some things never change

Streets of pain, sinkin' like a rock in a river
Streets of pain never felt so cold
Streets of pain lower than a snake can slither
Not to mention all the stories never told

Streets of pain, streets of pain
Streets of pain
Streets of pain, streets of pain
Streets of pain

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Streetz Of Compton - Lyrics - West Coast Resurrection - Game

Title: Streetz Of Compton
Album: West Coast Resurrection
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom

Lyric:
G-Man Stan, yeah, mayne
I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
Let me get on down here to the C P T
Better known as Compton mayne
Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean?
Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin'?
This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne
Y'knahmean? Yarra

Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
'Cuz it's the home of the jackers and the crack
(Compton)
Yeah, that's the name of my hometown
I'm goin' down in the town where my name is all around
A nigga just be hatin' and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin' nuttin' but claimin' my city

Where they actin' a fool and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton

See my lyrics are double or nothin' provin' to suckers
I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into freestylin' or tryin' to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
That's how I'm livin', I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin'
If you're born and raised in Compton

Where they actin' a fool and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton

Now Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog
'Til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
'Cuz they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cuz I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin' out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down

So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin' 'cuz you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, 'cuz I'm true to my game
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
'Cuz a nigga like the Game is takin' over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah, I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin' no pain

Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin' to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin' like this and I'm comin' directly
'Cuz niggaz gettin' all stirred up, I'm doin' damage quite effectively
Rhymin' is a battlezone and niggaz can't win
'Cuz I'm a gangsta from the C O M P T O N

Where they actin' a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton

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Streets On Fire - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Streets On Fire
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Derrick Maurice Braxton, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Christopher Eddy Paultre

Lyric:
Tonight, tonight, tonight

The stars are aligned and the pain is collidin'
And the pain is arrivin' and she's up there smilin'
And the fear is applauded of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are gone with no children tomorrow

They're drivin' me crazy this war is my lady
Who bought all our babies do not hear the amazin'
The tick of the time of the slip of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and you'll find the tickin'

Death is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight

Death is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight

Disease the virus is spreadin' in all directions
No safe zone, no cure and no protection
No sense of survivin' or signs of an infection
No vaccines remedies and no corrections

Quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections
Don't let 'em in not a friend not a reflection
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept 'em if you wanna stay that's an exception

Appeal, the heal the I'll of this
Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance

The poor say, ?The rich have the cure?
The rich say, ?The poor aren't the source?
Revolutionaries say, ?It's psychological war
Invented by the press just to have somethin' to proper?

Some say the first case came from a maternity war
Some say 'em all, some say the skies, some say the floor
Hoes say the nuns, nuns say the hoes
And everybody is sure

The scientists said, ?It only infects the mind?
The little boy said, ?It only infects the girls?
The preacher man said, ?It's gonna kill off the soul?
A bum said, ?It's gonna kill whole wide world?

Death is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight

Death is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight

Believe some say the neon signs
Might allow speakers repeatin' and everythin' is fine
A subtle silence to demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge and every freedom denied

Every dream is designed and broadcasted
From the masters to the masses from the antennas on top of the trine
As far as the receivin' planet during a panic is shorted
It reports back everythin' in your mind

Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a crime
Everythin' was healed and everythin' rewinds
And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line

And she likes it and she loves it

The savage, the madness, the bad shit
The lavish, the fastness, to clashes the ashes
To ashes everythin' in to twine
My fend fatal my darlin' fongolin' angel

Once caught her changin' her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everythin' that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made those

The scientist says, ?She all inside mind?
The little boy said, "What happened to all the girls?"
The preacher man says, ?She gonna kill off the souls?
The dope boy said, ?It's the whole wide world?

Death is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight

Death is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire tonight

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So Much Pain - Lyrics - Pain Is Love - Ja Rule

Title: So Much Pain
Album: Pain Is Love
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Kevin Rhames, Irving Lorenzo, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Christopher Walker, Jeffrey Atkins, Randy Walker, David Grusin, Earl Klugh

Lyric:
Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
So much pain

Yeah, yeah
All my, niggas, so much pain
Yeah
Yeah, so much

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggaz time to die
Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear 'cause this nigga here inherits the pain
And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga, you know the game

Smokin' weed, fuckin' hoes, slangin' thangs, that's the life I live
Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost
(Come back)
And everything I seem to love I done lost
Fuck the world if they can't understand me

What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family
Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth
And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines

Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me
So I keep drinkin' Henessy, bustin' at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain

I'm tired of the strain and the pain
(So much pain)
I'm tired of the strain and the pain

Years and years of strugglin' all my life
Runnin' wild as a kid, grew up blazin' 'em right
I'm in a little cell I call my soul lately
It's been a givin' me hell and my heart is screamin', don't enter
I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead

Spittin' to you, I know I'm in way over my head
But Lord hear me, I believe in your 7 day theory
Three souls done sent this whole world teary
(Can you hear me?)
Too hot for you to stand near me

It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me
I'm tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
They're blazin', sendin' shotguns up above for me
My face in, Hennessy with no chaser

Coke rises on every way in, keep us hustlin' nigga
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga
So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
I figured I'd be considered a killer
Doin' crime excited my mind and leadin' the blind

I can't express my compassion, my satisfaction
For gettin' fucked up and blastin', we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes, so much pain

I'm tired of the strain and the pain
Oh oh, no no, no no, no no
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
(They'll never take me alive)
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
(They'll never take me alive)

Tired of the strain and the pain
(They'll never take me alive)
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
(They'll never take me alive)
(Cocked on these suckers, time to die)

They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a passion

Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm ba-blastin'
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessy
And gettin' high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why, 'cause the stress gettin' major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor

What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets

And I be, ballin' loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckers 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
I'm tough, I'm kickin' dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean until they kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me, there's so much pain

I'm tired of the strain and the pain, pain
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
I'm tired of the strain and the pain, pain
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
Yea

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My Diary - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: My Diary
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Denise Weeks, Jim Jones, Antwan Thompson

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Lyric:
Now we try corners, old folks try and warn us
The cops try and swarm us, blocks hot like saunas
Well, fuck it I'ma risk it, got a bunt nigga twist it
I'ma get drunk with my biscuit, 5 cent cup
Take a sip kid, I'ma product of the P-jects

My teachers always told me that I'd probably be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homey of that D-wreck
He said it had him zonin' left the body in buldin' three steps

The project now on fire where you see the detects
His high is coming down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem

No shit you smell a rat you better off him what's the problem?
In this business sellin' crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit
And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin'
To my coffin, steady mobbin'

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

Now, we ran reckless, no grown ups to guide us
So it's the man what you expect, I've grown up to violence
I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't right

That sweet cane, some got buried to the street game
My niggaz only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the bitches thought of them, it's all about the money
Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks

Member I was hungry, I was whippin' in the Corsica
Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin' the double four's
My pants droopy muthafuckas and pardon my grammar
My nana died '95, so I done left my heart wit my grandma

I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer
And I'm watchin' for the narcs, they movin' cars with antennas
Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my three time lifers

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

Now let's ride, to where? To Harlem, the West side
I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the best died
Like who, like who? Like Porter and them
I heard Po put the order on him, now that's more than a friend

But he stitched of course, now let's talk about Fritz the boss
And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought
So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought
But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought

Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court
But now the feds, they still tailin' me, DA think he nailin' me
I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me
Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the liquor stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf
I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

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Street Symphony (Cyptron Zone Iii Remix) - Lyrics - Monica

Title: Street Symphony (Cyptron Zone Iii Remix)
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Dallas Austin

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Lyric:
There's something that I want to say
I feel a little out of place
But I need you to make that change
You promised to keep me out of the rain
I love the cars and everything, the diamond rings
But I loved you much more, baby

You said that you were gonna stop when you
Had enough, do what you had to do
Now you, like the profession you've made it for yourself
You said, you cared about me and you
Now all, you wanna do is hustle you
Gotta choose, whatcha gone do, when am I worth it to you baby

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Do you love me like you say
Maybe you could get away
From the life of doin' the wrong things, you promised
Don't make me read about it, babe
Think of me before I'm gone
'Cause when I'm gone, it will be too late

You said that you were gonna stop when you
Had enough, do what you had to do
Now you, like the profession you've made it for yourself
You said, you cared about me and you
Now all, you wanna do is hustle you
Gotta choose, whatcha gone do, when am I worth it to you baby

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Visit the streets or me
The job has taken over pain
I know I've got to leave
'Cause you weren't there for me

Visit the streets or me
The job has taken over pain
I know I've got to leave
'Cause you weren't there for me

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Street Symphony - Lyrics - The Boy Is Mine - Monica

Title: Street Symphony
Album: The Boy Is Mine
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Dallas Austin

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Lyric:
There's something that I want to say
I feel a little out of place
But I need you to make that change
You promised to keep me out of the rain
I love the cars and everything, the diamond rings
But I loved you much more, baby

You said that you were gonna stop when you
Had enough, do what you had to do
Now you, like the profession you've made it for yourself
You said, you cared about me and you
Now all, you wanna do is hustle you
Gotta choose, whatcha gone do, when am I worth it to you baby

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Do you love me like you say
Maybe you could get away
From the life of doin' the wrong things, you promised
Don't make me read about it, babe
Think of me before I'm gone
'Cause when I'm gone, it will be too late

You said that you were gonna stop when you
Had enough, do what you had to do
Now you, like the profession you've made it for yourself
You said, you cared about me and you
Now all, you wanna do is hustle you
Gotta choose, whatcha gone do, when am I worth it to you baby

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Visit the streets or me
The job has taken over pain
I know I've got to leave
'Cause you weren't there for me

Visit the streets or me
The job has taken over pain
I know I've got to leave
'Cause you weren't there for me

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Street Symphony (Rap Remix) - Lyrics - Monica

Title: Street Symphony (Rap Remix)
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Dallas Austin

Lyric:
There's something that I want to say
I feel a little out of place
But I need you to make that change
You promised to keep me out of the rain
I love the cars and everything, the diamond rings
But I loved you much more, baby

You said that you were gonna stop when you
Had enough, do what you had to do
Now you, like the profession you've made it for yourself
You said, you cared about me and you
Now all, you wanna do is hustle you
Gotta choose, whatcha gone do, when am I worth it to you baby

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Do you love me like you say
Maybe you could get away
From the life of doin' the wrong things, you promised
Don't make me read about it, babe
Think of me before I'm gone
'Cause when I'm gone, it will be too late

You said that you were gonna stop when you
Had enough, do what you had to do
Now you, like the profession you've made it for yourself
You said, you cared about me and you
Now all, you wanna do is hustle you
Gotta choose, whatcha gone do, when am I worth it to you baby

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much
If I can get him out of the streets then he could come back to me
Now I see that there ain't no us, baby to me that's a definite plus
If I can't get you out of the streets then you don't need to be with me

Visit the streets or me
The job has taken over pain
I know I've got to leave
'Cause you weren't there for me

Visit the streets or me
The job has taken over pain
I know I've got to leave
'Cause you weren't there for me

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Built This City - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: Built This City
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, L James, Joseph A. Jones, Dennis Lambert, Martin George Page, Justin Gregory Smith, Bernie Taupin, Peter Wolf

Lyric:
We built this city, we built this city
We built this city, we built this city on rock

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

Ay yo, my dipset Taliban
We on these streets like the wars on them streets of Afghanistan
Better yet of Pakistan to America, Harlem's our cater
Any problems I spray her that can startle the mayor

But in this 50-block radius let's get the rock and shave the shit
Or get the glock and blaze the shit
Bitches get the cock and savor it
They say Jim Jones the capo my favorite

'Cause some of this shit my city wasn't built up over
Drugs and money, some shit you get killed up over
Slumped on your wheel, straight tilt it over
Trust me dogs, I seen it in peril, niggaz wasted and painted
And seen on the mural
(That's Harlem)

In this apple of mine is rhyme, clap up your shines
Pop shots that will crack up your minds
And cop rocks and cook that crack up to dimes
New York City, the capital of crime

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

Now once again it's Santana the Great
I built this city on hammers and weight
Gasoline, rope, bandannas and tape
Lots of fiends, lots of coke being handed away

You know, the usual
Shut 'em down, set up show, how we usually do
Cut 'em down, hit the block man, we moving through
Diplomats is the strongest force

On and off the court we ballers more than sports
We built this city from ground zero
To spitting the pound zero, brown pistol
At ya get down kicka, yeah, this is from the ground up nigga

So get your weight and your pounds up nigga
'Cause when it's beef my homies mound up quicker
Fit the pound much quicker, lay you down much quicker
You never been approached by Golden Eagles
Vultures that will scope and feed you, no court just leave you
Shit you know

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

It's like what I wouldn't do for a buck
My enemies can't rest in peace Jones, you see they funerals up
New gangstas in the city bitch, ring the alarm
All y'all hoes bow down, kiss the ring of a don

It's about to get real big playa, humongous
Stacked money so long 'til it grew fungus
We was gon' let you live 'til you threw punches
Now we got to get critical and we got to get rid of you

And we the most talked about, the most popular
We live by the codes, we the Dipset mafia
You never know who's watching ya
You never know who's plotting to pop at ya

We focused like a pair of binoculars
I'm 'bout to get gritty
M-5 CLK's garage look like Alphabet City
And I'm a hustler, I put cracks in communities

Cops can't touch me, got Diplomatic Immunity
Now try I'm guaranteed a million shipped in scam
If not, back to the block, ship some grams

If not, get with Cam, I got clips to lift a van, flip a van
Shit, they can kick the can
This cat think he sling 'cause he got a pinky ring
Rinky-dink diamonds, they don't even make your pinky bling

(We built this city)
And now I'm about to kill this city
(We built this city)
Cradle to 50, yeah I'm acting real seditty

(We built this city)
'Cause I collect mils and fifties
For real it's pretty and y'all gonna feel the pity
(We built this city on rock)
Dipset Bitch

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

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Buzz Buzz - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: Buzz Buzz
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Setzer

Lyric:
Cruisin' 'round this hopeless town
Down the lovely streets of desire
You're my angel of mercy all dressed in white
And I'm a smokin' gun for hire

Takin' a walk on the wild side
Johnny's got a habit that he can't hide
Livin' life from high to high
When nighttime comes, you can hear him cry

Buzz buzz goes the needle
With each jolt of pain, I call out your name
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain

Day is night and night is day
Being alive just gets in the way
The twisting snake inside his brain
Whispers to him, "Time to kill the pain"

They told him opportunity was just around the corner
Well, he wore out his shoes tryin' to find that corner
He might just pick himself up again
Until it happens, until then

Buzz buzz goes the needle
With each jolt of pain, I call out your name
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain

He's not a new tattoo dedicated to you
As the ink and the blood mix with pain
It's a man on a white horse goin' nowhere
And the man has no face or no name

With the walls closin' in, he's runnin' for cover
He's spinnin' way out of control
He might just pick himself up again
Until it happens, until then

Buzz buzz goes the needle
With each jolt of pain, I call out your name
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain

Buzz buzz goes the needle
Each drop of blood is a token of love
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I wait for a sign from above

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Disciple - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Disciple
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
Two-thousand-four, yeah
L, whattup? Prophesy
It's prophesy, baby

Disciple, disciple
(What?)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Street)

Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Let's go)

Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
Could bring any drama, anytime the city's mine
Nas is like love undyin', money's my bitch
In thugz mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit

Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camel back-riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles
Money, jewelry want me to come get me
Hit me but don't miss me, you history

Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee
Italian Dons from Sicily kiss me
This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga
This ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty

Pain, power, pussy and pistols
Lyrically no one hold none near me, hear me
Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte Cristo
Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though

My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas, do not look back"
Watch where you took rap, no book bags and trucker hats
Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
What the fuck is that freestyle?

Disciple, disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)

Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Esco)

Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phillip, Simon and Judas, I'm disciple of music
Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters

Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through somethin' real
Get a smack in your face 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
Bust shells, destroy yet tryna prevent violence
If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it

Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
When I speak I need cemetery silence
Terror see me, Gold Hummers, Lamborghini's
Man who stole the summer

Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
Drag you through the cement
Fo-fo Maggie body parts in my man's Maserati car
Then party hard in Madagascar

While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded
I'm pass that gloves on, where the mask at?
Too many love songs all the thugs gone
What happened? Where's the passion?

Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan, preachin' blackness
Hell yeah, awareness is my alias word to the 'Braveheart'
Written on my bare chest, the realest, here it is

Disciple, disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)

Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)

Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Streets)
Disciple
(Esco)

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Peace Frog (False Starts & Dialogue) (Bonus) - Lyrics - Morrison Hotel - The Doors

Title: Peace Frog (False Starts & Dialogue) (Bonus)
Album: Morrison Hotel
Artist: The Doors
Composer(s): Robbie Krieger, John Densmore, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek

Lyric:
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
(She came)
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
(She came)
Blood on the streets, in the town of Chicago
(She came)
Blood on the rise, it's following me
Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

(She came)
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
(She came)
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
(She came)
Yeah, the river runs red down the legs of the city
(She came)
The women are crying rivers of weepin'

She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me

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Z - The Streets - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - The Streets
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Dear God how can I explain myself?
JOh God bless me indeed
When I'm so confused
JEnlarge my territory
JPlace your love and protection over me at all times
Help me
JKeep me away from evil
Somebody answer me!echoes
JAllow me not to cause pain

Police in the background, screamin put the thing down
That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down
Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out
All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now
It's feelin like a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now
I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story
Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold cold world but I overstand
Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Late one night I was, rollin the streets
Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and
Trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but
This thug life just keeps callin me
I'm livin life way too dangerously
I'm drownin in my misery
Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy
Cause poppa never was a part of me
Take one step at a time, mama said
Sweet memories still remain in my head
All of my life been lied to, misled
Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?"
No ground to place my feet
I feel the fire under me
A way out is all I need
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free
Cause ain't no goin home for me
It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand
A true first cause I knew that man
I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first
And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church
All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt
Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf
I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his
Momma's rent, his young brother's clothes
My nephew's food, and with that I suppose
And with that I froze
Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds
And this story is told, for young soldiers
Who never choose the life we chose

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to
Hold back my pride but reality is screamin
Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin
Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin
Forget all the hits in the industry, cause
Ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look
Neither God or my enemies, I
Choose God cause he understands, this
Young man with a thuggish heart
Whole world in his hands but still torn apart
Like I'm so close, but it's still so far
Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh
No ground to place my feet (my feet)
I feel the fire under me (heyyy)
A way out is all I need (all I need)
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

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Warriors - Lyrics - Savatage

Title: Warriors
Artist: Savatage
Composer(s): Criss Oliva, Keith Collins

Lyric:
As the edge of midnight falls the warrior stands alone
Visions of the fighting past a thousands tales are told

Immortal
Immortal

Let the battles of street life begin don some leathers and chains
They live their life and they feel their own pain
The times that is chilling their bones and they can't get away
Alone in the cold watching night turn into day

Armed to attack the soldiers react
Kill or be killed is the life they live, yeah

Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world

On the streets they are roaming the night out to claim their domain
One more pointless battle with nothing to gain
And life is a hell for them living with the shadows of death
Scratching and clawing till no souls are left

Armed to attack the soldiers react
Kill or be killed is the life they live

Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world

They call the streets of hell their home
They're not alone
A thousands tales are told
The streets of hell their home

Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world

Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world
Warriors, warriors
Warriors of the world

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Homecoming - Lyrics - American Idiot - Green Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Coldest - Lyrics - Sex, Love and Pain - Tank

Title: Coldest
Album: Sex, Love and Pain
Artist: Tank
Composer(s): Durrell Babbs, Thai Olivia Jones

Lyric:
I don't want nothin' if I can't have it all
If I gotta beg for it on my knees and crawl
'Cause I gotta have you, girl, I gotta have you

Tell me what you like, we can fuss and fight all day
But trust we gon' be sexin' all night
It don't matter, girl, I'm down for whatever
Ride with you through any kinda weather

Girl, just give me your
Sex, love and pain
Oh, I want, I want all your
Sex, love and pain

Everything you got for me, yeah
Sex, love and pain
Listen, is it okay if I give you my
Sex, love and pain?
Sex, love and

I can't change nothin', all I got is me
Occasional strip clubs and shots of Hennessey
I'm somewhat of a hustler out here in these streets
I'll be your hustler if you need me to be

'Cause I got that paper for you, damn all them haters for you
Let 'em know you with me while you flossin' in that Rang Rover
It's gon' be good, it's gon' be bad, that's cool with me

The only thing I need is your
(Sex, love and pain)
All I need is you in my life, yeah
Sex, love and pain

Need you to run with me
Jump with me
Sex, love and pain

Sometimes I'm gon' be 'round
But all I need you to do is stand by my side
(Sex, love and pain)
Sex love and pain
(Sex, love and pain)

I just want your, your, your
Sex, love and pain
All of your sex, love and pain
All of your sex, love and pain
All of your sex, love, pain

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