Tonight (From West Side Story) - Lyrics - Andy Williams

Title: Tonight (From West Side Story)
Artist: Andy Williams
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein

Lyric:
If I could hold you in the arms of love tonight
I'd never let you go
As the hours go by I'd show you why we've waited for this
As two lovers whisper low

If I could feel that magic kiss your lips invite
Imagine the joys I'd know
The day has died away, let's find a hideaway
And share the promise of a new tomorrow
In the arms of love tonight

The day has died away, let's find a hideaway
And share the promise of a new tomorrow
In the arms of love tonight

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

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Lil' Homies - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Lil' Homies
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Fuckin' lil' homies
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies
Lil' homies
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Just pay attention
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, touchin' his glock
Screamin outlaw bustin' on my enemy's block
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin money makin' dummies out the police, ain't no peace
For an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin' twenty-four seven, everyday drinker

Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin' in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street
(My fuckin' lil' homies)

Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street
(My fuckin' lil' homies)

I remember, when you was just a lil' G
Flirting with death, playin' Russian Roulette, screamin',"Kill me"
"Hey there young nigga, what you smokin' on?"
Mad at the world 'cause you came from a broken home
Love to squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin' major shit
Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watchin' as your Mother cries?

Will all your homies ride?
Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin' G's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo'
And loaded up on the whole front row
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know
Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie

Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street
(My fuckin' lil' homies)

Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street
(My fuckin' lil' homies)

First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin' on them phony motherfuckers 'cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Livin' underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass
Is there a Heaven for a G?
And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls
Makin' money off of crack sales, young black males

Unable to change 'cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows, the evil that they might do
Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K Kastro
Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz
Tellin the world to be equipped
When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit
Drew down on me, pull a pound on me
Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies

Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street
(My fuckin' lil' homies)

Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street
(My fuckin' lil' homies)

Whassup nigga? Let's do this shit! My lil' homies
Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin' adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? What nigga? My fuckin' lil' homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin' lil' homies

Juvenile delinquents ready to bust on you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?
Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies
We robbin' motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawz! West Side
You know what time it is, my lil' homies

You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga
My lil' homies

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The Willing Well I: Fuel For The Feeding End - Lyrics - Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD) - Coheed And Cambria

Title: The Willing Well I: Fuel For The Feeding End
Album: Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD)
Artist: Coheed And Cambria
Composer(s): Michael T Todd, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever

Lyric:
Is this what I wish for those and all they know?
Could depend on how cowardly I should act
If she won't give me the love I came here for?
With pen I am armed here to react

Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
Visit your mirror image of what might have once behaved
Hey now, hey, what is it boy?
But I won't rest till dead, till dead do you part

This is how I feel my God from what's been dealt
The flies that flutter flight tonight
Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same
The emotion's enough to kill the sane

Feed little maggots off the West side of your sin
Run little maggot when they learn of what you did

From start to finish I've made you feel this
Discomfort in turn with the world you've learned
To love through this hate to live with its weight
A burden discerned in the blood you taste

Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the break of being
Horror and hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it better before me?

In the curve of your body, how I want her with me
The truth of the story, the visual, I wish you all
The better end of all to come, the truth be now here one by one
I am to extend to none, the memory that fuels the fire

Watching his tale with the words he unfolds
Conscience and cold we'd never know
They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes
These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind

Could this be that hard for me? To configure a new love in hate
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
No one is safe

With the quickness strike out for the less of us doubt
Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth
Word write us well signed, "Forgiveness for sale"
I'm through being full of all the might you want killed

The fiction will see the real, the answer will question still
In your body and blood as your parents once wept
You will follow their lead one by one, every step

Could this be that hard for me? To configure the new love and paint
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
I will not save your world

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Food, The - (Live) - Lyrics - Be - Common

Title: Food, The - (Live)
Album: Be
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Stanley Mckenny, Sam Cooke, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Eugene Record, Kanye West

Lyric:
Tonight's musical guest
Two of Chicago's finest emcees
Give it up for Common and Kanye West

It's common sense
Yeah! Common sense
It's Common Sense, yeah well
On the Dave Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat right? It's the food, baby

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

You love to hear the story again and again
About these young brothers from the City of Wind
Like juice and gin in the city, we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed
Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
Felt the South side venom in raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims

We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
On the block white is selling like Eminem
On the block it jump off like Kim and them
On the block it's hot, you can feel it in your skin

And then shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling
Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them
Call my man cuzo like I'm kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

It's all good in the hood like raps and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts
We never fall short, with us it's our Force like And 1's

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over
For cats is colder than four below, with self, I go toe to toe
Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe
Though I know to grow a nigga, I gotta learn to let go
Though I know to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind
Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations and jobs get tighter
My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at least at nigga know
Slow motion better than

I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me

I, no, I can't let it ride
No, no, not tonight
See, I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me

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The Food - Lyrics - Common

Title: The Food
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Stanley Mckenny, Sam Cooke, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Eugene Record, Kanye West

Lyric:
Tonight's musical guest
Two of Chicago's finest emcees
Give it up for Common and Kanye West

It's common sense
Yeah! Common sense
It's Common Sense, yeah well
On the Dave Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat right? It's the food, baby

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

You love to hear the story again and again
About these young brothers from the City of Wind
Like juice and gin in the city, we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed
Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
Felt the South side venom in raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims

We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
On the block white is selling like Eminem
On the block it jump off like Kim and them
On the block it's hot, you can feel it in your skin

And then shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling
Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them
Call my man cuzo like I'm kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

It's all good in the hood like raps and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts
We never fall short, with us it's our Force like And 1's

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over
For cats is colder than four below, with self, I go toe to toe
Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe
Though I know to grow a nigga, I gotta learn to let go
Though I know to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind
Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations and jobs get tighter
My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at least at nigga know
Slow motion better than

I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me

I, no, I can't let it ride
No, no, not tonight
See, I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me

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