With Heaven On Our Side - Lyrics - Foreigner

Title: With Heaven On Our Side
Artist: Foreigner
Composer(s): Lou Gramm, Steven Schiff, Johnny Edwards, Parthenon Huxley, Mick Jones

Lyric:
Time, our precious time
In the beginning
Your heart and mine
I sought our love
Was one of a kind
I sought we were winning
But I was one step behind

Oh oh uh uh
Words, I couldn't say
The words that would keep you
From running away
But I should've tried
Even begged you to stay
I felt the tears of an Angel
Fall from Heaven that day

I know, I know
Your voice keeps haunting me
Come home, come home
Come on back to me

I know it ain't easy
You're a part of me
You're the wings on my heart

Can we give our love another try?
Can we keep our broken dream alive?
Now more than ever
With Heaven on our side
(Ooh, oh, oh)

Can we give our love one more night?
I miss you Angel, can we make it right?
Now and forever with Heaven on our side
(On our side)

This tender love slipped through our hands
Two broken hearts could not withstand it
Girl, I know what I put you to
If you need me now, I'll be there for you

And I know it ain't easy
You're still a part of me
You're wings on my heart

Can we give our love another try?
Can we keep our broken dream alive?
Now more than ever
With Heaven on our side
(Oh, oh)

Can we give our love just one more night?
Oh! Angel baby, shine your golden light
Now and forever I know Heaven on our side
On our side

(Give our love another try)
Give our love another try
(Can we keep our broken dream alive?)
Can we keep our broken dream alive?
Now more than ever
(Heaven on our side)
With Heaven, Heaven on our side
(On our side)
On our side

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Wild Side - Lyrics - Red, White, & Crue - Motley Crue

Title: Wild Side
Album: Red, White, & Crue
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil

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Lyric:
Kneel down ye sinners, streetwise religion
Greed's been crowned the new king
Hollywood dream teens, yesterday's trash queens
Save the blessings for the final ring, Amen

Do you ride?
Wild side
Do you ride?
Wild side

Carry my crucifix under my death list
Forward my mail to me in hell
Liars and the martyrs lost faith in the Father
Long lost is the wishing well

Do you ride?
Wild side
Do you ride?
Wild side

Fallen angels so fast to kill
Kingdom come on the wild side
Our Father, He's in Heaven
Be Thy name on the wild side

Holy Mary, Mother may I
Pray for us on the wild side
Wild side, wild side

Name dropping no names, glamorize cocaine
Puppets with strings of gold
East L.A. at midnight, papa won't be home tonight
Found dead with his best friend's wife, fuck it

Do you ride?
Wild side
Do you ride?
Wild side

Do you ride?
Wild side
Do you ride?
Wild side, yeah

Can't fight, fatal strikes
We lie on the wild side
No escape, murder rape
Doing time on the wild side

A baby cries, a cop dies
A day's pay on the wild side

Wild side, wild side
Tragic life on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Kickin' ass on the wild side

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Jacob'S Dream - Lyrics - A Hundred Miles Or More: A Collection - Alison Krauss

Title: Jacob'S Dream
Album: A Hundred Miles Or More: A Collection
Artist: Alison Krauss
Composer(s): Julie Lee, John Pennell

Lyric:
In the spring of 1856 with the snow still on the ground
Two little boys were lost in the mountains above the town
The father went out hunting, the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores they wandered from her side

The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk the boys had not been found and fear had turned to dread
Two hundred men had gathered there to comb the mountain side
The fires were built on the highest peak in hopes they'd see the light

Ohh, mommy and daddy why can't you hear our cries?
The day is almost over, soon it will be night
We're so cold and hungry and our feet are tired and sore
We promise not to stray again from our cabin door

Now, Jacob Diverd woke one night from a strange and eerie dream
He saw a path between two hills near a dark and swollen stream
He told his wife he saw the boys huddled close beside a log
For two more nights the dream returned this vision sent from God

Ohh, mommy and daddy why can't you hear our cries?
The day is almost over, soon it will be night
We're so cold and hungry and our feet are tired and sore
We promise not to stray again from our cabin door

A thousand men had searched in vain the west side of pop's creek
But Jacob's wife knew of this place and said to travel east
With a guide to take him there, Jacob came upon the scene
And found the boys cold and still beneath the old birch tree

Ohh, mommy and daddy, look past the tears you cry?
We're both up in heaven now, God is by our side
As you lay us down to rest in the presence of the Lord
Know that we will meet you here at heaven's door

Ohh, mommy and daddy, look past the tears you cry
We're both up in heaven now, God is by our side
And as you lay us down to rest in the presence of the Lord
Know that we will meet you here at Heaven's door

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Let'S Roll - Lyrics - Dc Talk

Title: Let'S Roll
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): Michael De Wayne Tait, Gregory Alan Mahan, Toby Mckeehan, Kevin Smith

Lyric:
Blue, white and red
Red, white and blue
We stand together
(As we carry You)

Blue, white and red
Red, white and blue
We'll hold You high
(One nation true)

Blue, white and red
Red, white and blue
(With Liberty for all)

Blue, white and red
Red, white and blue
(We're indivisible)

We stand together
(Mercy, love, hope and truth)
Brother with brother
(Side by side, hand in hand)

Please grant us strength
(Dear God above, do grant us strength)
We'll shout Your name
United as one

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world what's right)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world our light)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Now is the time, the time is now
To lift our soul, to remember how
We came to be in God we trust
From sea to shining sea

Now is the time, the time is now
To revive the spirit and the love
To revive the faith we find in Him
In God we trust

We stand together
(Mercy, love, hope and truth)
Brother with brother
(Side by side, hand in hand)

Please grant us strength
(Dear God above, do grant us strength)
We'll shout Your name
United as one

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world what's right)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world our light)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil
For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever
Amen

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world what's right)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world our light)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world what's right)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world our light)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world what's right)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

Let's roll, let's fight
(Let's show the world our light)
Let's roll, let's fight
(His Spirit is our light)

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Show 'Em - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Show 'Em
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, James Edward Thomas, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mc Cain, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Shit, who Bone Thugs?
Hell yeah Bone Thugs
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout?
Mmm huu

Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, Is that right?

Heh heh
Nigga you gotta be kidding me
What?
Nigga give me a drink
Here nigga, here some Hennessey

Man, them niggas can't be dying
Bone Thugs Negro
Don't know where you are?
It can't be over
It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
Nigga gimme a drink

And tha haters can't stand it
They can't believe it Bone Thugs~N~Harmony
(Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga)
Ruthless Records

What, what rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather
Ooh-eee
Better call the police
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas
(Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name)

Will they prostitute me?
Will they prosecute me?
Stay under surveillance
Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch

Runnin' and we thuggin' it up
Look at a creepin' on ah come up
Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious
How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up?

Come kill me hater, murder with the AK
Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town
Northcoast keep goin'
Ready for the Midwest invasion y'all niggas keep growin'

But know that I know we was saken
Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that
But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit
I be on some many mack your ass attack shit
Ready to back that, now who rollin'? Bone

Krayzie up in this muthafucka
Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead
And even though we know niggas bust back
Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks

Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat
Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes
Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know
Everybody on the floor

And this ain't no goddamn joke
Nigga, break yourself or get broke
All I want is the money my cash flow
And I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland
We gotta get even

Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin'
And I'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me
Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin'
Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load 'em
Never forgot how to shoot 'em

Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club
If any of you niggas get pumped
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped
And we goin' shut this whole thang down

Going out with a big bang, pow
And that's how the thugs do it
You know we get down and dirty
Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me

Let's get ready for war
Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
So, any nigga that want static
Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch

It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob
I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids
Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends
Til the law ends, flossin'

Rollin' in my Benz I go against the grain
See, we ain't go change
I take an eye for a eye
Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin' cry

Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die
Got a grudge against the judge
Tryin' to lock up my thugs
Wanna see us fall short

Fuck it, I'ma blow up the court and show 'em no remorse
Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor
Nigga, let Stack go
I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love

Better let dogs loose, got him, hold him up
And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with 'cuz
All the real niggas in the streets with heat
If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it
Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public

If you runnin' for your life
In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream
Murda on the government, take me
No surrender, no retreat

Might as well say
Fuck this rappin', what's happenin'?
Layzie goin' out blastin' I'm smashin' on
Any muthafucka who be thinkin' they gon
Get they ass off without gettin' a little action

I crept and I came, down for my thang, man
It's a different game
Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but I'ma keep it the same
Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame

It ain't no mystery about mine
Same little nigga from the double nine
Every time, I keeps it real with shit you can feel
Still to the glock glock

Aw yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo
See 'em, better let it go
Bet they gon' run, run nine millimeter plus
I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough
I got my shotgun

Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
Y'all say you real, then we'll see
Will you ride for me? Will you die for me?
If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me?

There he go, now slowly approach start buckin' but baby, no kills
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real
'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah
Don't get in my way

Fuckin' with my money 'cause that could surely get you killed
Better find somebody to play with
'Cause I really ain't out to play bitch
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time
And talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch

Now you know that we ain't into
That rappin' back and forth on no song
Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about
But you on that hoe shit

Get the fuck outta my way
They say they move down and side to side
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
Nigga, when the bullet blow
One bullet for this silly muthfucka

Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head
So crazy, interrogation
So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades
You niggas wanna be the T H U G?

Please, like me but can't see me
Bend and roll like a fuckin' hog
Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
So many hoes screamin', bitch, skeeze me

Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin'
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling nigga, with a mob
And creepin' through the neighborhood robbin' damn
It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run

It's your chance
Runnin' through servin' a dum dum to you
I'm a unique Bone Thug man
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone

The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
But you'll never find no others more like my kind
You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty
I don't give a fuck
See the villain trudgin', nigga, peelin' slugs

A muthafucka here to show you
Who the realest thugs and that's us, the original thugstas
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible
But not a real, I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes

Yeah niggas, Bone back in the house once again
Bringin' y'all niggas that real shit
Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh
Wanna say what's up to all
Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit

And fuck all y'all player hatin' ass
Clonin' ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas
We told y'all niggas this shit was eternal
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal

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Fallen Soldiers - Lyrics - Cormega

Title: Fallen Soldiers
Artist: Cormega
Composer(s): Cory Mckay, Alan Maman, Elia

Lyric:
What, I'ma live for my niggas
I'ma shine for my niggas

How can I express the sorrow I learn to dread tomorrow
Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, he can rest with honor
'Cuz he was reppin' on his quest for dollars
I was the one who took him Uptown with someone into measure powder

I treasure our memories together, hard to believe
I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breath with a pen
So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again
Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends

Still remember you, beefin' over bullshit
Calls at basketball games cheatin'
Yo, my cipher ain't complete
I'm sorry for that argument we had
On twelth street over a sale
Knowing well that you was seekin' dough as well

What we made up the same night
Through the years remained tight
The same love same drugs rockin' the same Nikes
Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin' your name right, yo

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

To my cousin Bam
You my fuckin' man, I find it hard to understand
You gone, you physical form is dormant
I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace

Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
With the same intensity that I used to crush white
G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
If I start cryin' when I rhyme I can't help it

Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart
Even death can't keep the two of us apart
From day one, watchin' cartoons, shootin' play guns
Who ever thought we see this day come

Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
That her younger child done her proud
I know she heard about me runnin' wild
Y'all gone now, but livin' in my memory
Fallen soldiers, sleepin' in serenity

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Killa Black, whattup my nigga?
I know you chillin' with my nigga
Ill Will inside a ghetto heaven building
With a Mac-11, stealin' your G's
Screamin' Infamous Queens
Forty-First Side kid, you know me

I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there
The same old thing, except there ain't no pain
Your brother havoc doing his thing, yo for real

It's all good in the hood, the escalade with the wood-grain
Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed
Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed
Whether holdin' heat, or in it for cash

Some of y'all led sinister paths, some are pure like
Dominican raw, knockin' on heaven's door
The only thing you ever ran from alive is law
I reminisce your memories for you this Hennessey we pour

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas, my niggas

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Let Us Pray - Lyrics - Elvis Presley

Title: Let Us Pray
Artist: Elvis Presley
Composer(s): Buddy Kaye, Ben Weisman

Lyric:
Come, praise the Lord for He is good
Mmm, come join in love and brotherhood
We'll hear the word and bring our gifts of bread and wine
And we'll be blessed beneath the sign

So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice
(Heavenly voice)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and we'll rejoice
(We'll rejoice)

When strangers reach out for your hand
(For your hand)
Respond to them and understand
(Heaven obeyed to understand)

We'll rise as one to calm the storm outside the gate
(We'll calm the storm)
With faith in Him we'll never leave
(Never leave)

So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice
(Heavenly voice sing)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and we'll rejoice
(We'll rejoice)
(We'll rejoice)

The love of God is on our side
(Love is, love is on our side)
We have the strength to move the tide
(We'll move the tide)

The world will say so, there'll be peace and love for all
(Love for all)
And we must give our brothers love

So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice
(Heavenly voice, sing)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and we'll rejoice
(We'll rejoice)

We'll rejoice love for all to the Lord
We'll rejoice love for all to the Lord
We'll rejoice love for all to the Lord
We'll rejoice for the Lord

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40 - Behind Gates - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Behind Gates
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, O'Shea Jackson, Earl Stevens, O Helton

Lyric:
Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know, y'know
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker
(Ice Cube and E-40)

For those that don't know
We do it like this,we do it like this
(Like how?, like this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it from my people

Your whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia 'cuz

Dip ridin' them little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, [unverified] low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 doin' a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no better than this pimpin'
That's heat two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I might talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of [unverified] slide through the park
And come back every fifteen minutes in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin' purposes
Smokin' burners
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might have to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent houses
We got, ten houses, can't even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gold gates
We got big ol', big gold, nickel plates
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta said "rent me"
I see you rollin', lookin' stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they can't believe what they see

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga blast 'til the soul reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' side bets, hair full of naps pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, servin' cocaine

White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford Excursion truck
With heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm still stuck

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

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Angel Eyes - Lyrics - Michael Learns To Rock

Title: Angel Eyes
Artist: Michael Learns To Rock
Composer(s): Jascha Richter, Mikkel Remee Sigvardt, Ashley Graham Mulford

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Lyric:
She blinded me with her light
It's such a beautiful sight
The way she moves like an angel
She's got me walking on air

Angel eyes
Rays of hope that hypnotize
They're a blessing in disguise
Lightning up my life

We can play
In our secret hideaway
We can go there everyday
Time is on our side

She blinded me with her light
It's such a beautiful sight
The way she moves like an angel
She's got me walking on air

Angel eyes
There will be no compromise
Now that I have realized
What they mean to me, oh yeah

She blinded me with her light
It's such a beautiful sight
The way she moves like an angel
She's got me walking on air

She brought heaven to me
Just like a symphony
The way she talks like an angel
A language out of this world

I'm not a superstitious mind
Not a spiritual kind
But she became a revelation to me
She made me believe

She blinded me with her light
It's such a beautiful sight
The way she moves like an angel
She's got me walking on air

She brought heaven to me
Just like a symphony
The way she talks like an angel
A language out of this world

She's the sun that makes the rainbow
She's the blue sky when it's cloudy in my mind
She's the thunder, she's the lightning
She's the weather that keeps blowing throughout time

She's the sun that makes the rainbow
She's the blue sky when it's cloudy in my mind
She's the thunder

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Mr Ufo Man - Lyrics - Wanderland - Kelis

Title: Mr Ufo Man
Album: Wanderland
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
Dear God, it's me transmittin'
From this tiny place I live in, Harlem
Oh heaven, we have a problem
'Cuz we lost all correspondence

And there's no more prophets
They've all been replaced with politics
And they have your people hostage
That's why I'm sending you this postage

If you're listening, Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need You, come down

Hey now, You're my father
And I don't know what's out there
So many of us are scared

Hey now, we got people shooting people
We live in warfare
I'm not talking nuclear
I ain't got there yet

Why we got intelligent mouths
On Larry King with religious doubts
While the Rabbi and Minister fuss
Shit, another one bites the dust

So the yellow, red, black and white
Send missiles in the dark of night
Probably wanna stop, but don't know how
That's why Lord, we really need you now

If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent, we need You, come down

People around, if you feel our vibe ride
Come on aboard, there's enough room inside
We're flying high where heaven hides
Hope I see you on the other side

If you're listening, Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need You, come down

Why we got intelligent mouths
On Larry King with religious doubts
While the Rabbi and minister fuss
Shit, another one bites the dust

So the yellow red black and white
Send missiles in the dark of night
Probably wanna stop but don't know how
That's why Lord, we really need you now

If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent, we need You, come down

People around, if you feel our vibe ride
Come on aboard, there's enough room inside
We're flying high where heaven hides
Hope I see you on the other side

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Spoon - One In A Million - Lyrics - T

Title: Spoon - One In A Million
Artist: T
Composer(s): Linda Blokland, Axel Breitung, Joery De Groot, Remy De Groot, Greg Dillard

Lyric:
You are one in a million

You don't know how I feel
Just try to realize our love is truly real
To me it's paradise

You got it going on
There's nothing never wrong when I'm with you
Tell me, what you feel inside
When you look into my eyes, can't tell no lies

You're the one that I want, we are meant to be
I have never felt so free and I know it for sure
Heaven's missing an angel tonight
Missing an angel

You are one in a million

You're the one, yes I believe in love
You are one in a million, you are one in a million
You're the one, yes I believe in love
You are one in a million

When I'm alone with you, girl
All I wanna do is take our time
Let's take of all our clothes
Kama Sutra every pose until it's right

You're the one that I want, we are meant to be
I have never felt so free and I know it for sure
Heaven's missing an angel tonight
Missing an angel

You are one in a million

You're the one, yes I believe in love
You are one in a million, you are one in a million
You're the one, yes I believe in love
You are one in a million

You are one in a million
You are one in a million
Yes I believe in love
You are one in a million

You don't know how I feel
Just try to realize our love is truly real
To me it's paradise

You're the one that I want, we are meant to be
I have never felt so free and I know it for sure
Heaven's missing an angel tonight
Missing an angel

You're the one, yes I believe in love
You are one in a million, you are one in a million
You're the one, yes I believe in love
You are one in a million

You take me to paradise in love with your angel eyes
I wanna be always by your side
You take me to paradise, I want you to realize
I've got to be with you every night

You take me to paradise
You are one in a million, in love with your angel eyes
I wanna be always by your side
You are one in a million baby

You take me to paradise, I want you to realize
I've got to be with you every night
Yes I believe in love

You take me to paradise, I want you to realize
I've got to be with you every night
Yes I believe in love

You take me to paradise, I want you to realize
I've got to be with you every night
Yes I believe in love
...

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Live From The Streets - Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

Title: Live From The Streets
Album: Up Close & Personal
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Angie Martinez, Dwight Grant, Nathaniel Wilson, Jason Phillips, Charles Harold Bernstein, Brett Williams

Lyric:
Ohhhhh senorita when the evening sun go down
I come to serenade you from another part, of town

Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B
When it drops it's game over, you'll see
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
Like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin muthafuckers out of they shoes, what?

Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat
From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin?

Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains
Four finger rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys
Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters
Never worked, never will. All my hoes buy my clothes
I can't go broke, never will. All my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further, fill in the details

I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal
Matter fact I'd like that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right
Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
'Til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
Thirty RandB joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my time to shine
Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes

Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie
Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary Kool G

It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin
To blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
With no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our range we dismantle it

Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on this
Comin live and direct with no nonsense
Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you
By "Up Close and Personal"

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Brothers Of The Southland - Lyrics - Blackhawk

Title: Brothers Of The Southland
Artist: Blackhawk
Composer(s): Henry Iii Paul, James Peterik, Charles David Robbins

Lyric:
From the hills they came, from backwoods without a name
Carrying their guitars and a heart full of southern soul
Down the dusty roads of Caroline, the Tucker boys were friends of mine
They echoed through the lonely pines, running down the road

And the day the Caldwells died
Before the rugged cross we cried
A voice from deep inside
Said you gotta carry on and on and

We are brothers of the southland, singers in the same band
Spirits on the wind, oh standing on this stage together
Our song goes on forever we're part of Heaven's plan
We're brothers of the southland, brothers of the southland

Tattered old revival tent and ragged voices heaven-sent
Singing hallelujah and dancing in the aisles
Ronnie was a barefoot child, an angel's voice and the devil's smile
We only had him for a little while but the world still sings his songs

And the day the Freebird died
Before the rugged cross we cried
The gray ghost he rides
Said you gotta carry on and on and

We are brothers of the southland, singers in the same band
Spirits on the wind, standing on this stage together
Our song goes on forever we're part of Heaven's plan
We're brothers of the southland, brothers of the southland
Brothers of the southland

And the day Duane Allman died
With Barry Oakley by his side
They took one last midnight ride

We are brothers of the southland, singers in the same band
Spirits on the wind, standing on this stage together
A bridge across forever, we're part of Heaven's plan
We're brothers of the southland, brothers of the southland

Brothers of the southland
Brothers of the southland

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N-Noreaga - T.O.N.Y. - Lyrics - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - T.O.N.Y.
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): C Broady, Percy Chapman, Kiam Holley, N Myrick, Victor Santiago

Lyric:
From Iraq to Kuwait, word up
Desert Station, regulation
CNN, channel 10 once again, wha, wha

T.O.N.Y invade N.Y.
Multiply, kill a cop
Me and you
You got beef, I got beef

T.O.N.Y invade N.Y.
Multiply, kill a cop
Me and you
You got beef, I got beef

Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly
I was the man who was supposed to be the head of the click
Lip sealed, no nigga snitch
Do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi

Shoot up your block and make you know me
You ain't ready yet, slow down and recollect
Stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset
Ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set

Air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten
On a mission, shoot your back out position
Found missing, 2-5 deep in prison
Kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian

So fuck you, plus your weak religion in disguise
Nowadays, I cut prize, the invincible, untouchable CNN
Is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen
Channel 10, we break ten, win again

Kid you on Pluto, homo'd out just like menudo
Far from the sun, can't feel the shit that I do
I stand in front the judge about to lie, plus I'm high too

T.O.N.Y invade N.Y.
Multiply, kill a cop
Me and you
You got beef, I got beef

T.O.N.Y invade N.Y.
Multiply, kill a cop
Me and you
You got beef, I got beef

I did it for the love of cash your honor
Traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin'
Marijuana and my persona, glitters in gold
Unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold

Cash and hydro, eyes low, looking Phillipine
Divide dough and regulate, empire stare caked up
Raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up
What, shining, designer lex pearl lining

The finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin'
Round table climbin' to the Top of New York
Won't stop, until we get dropped from New York
Price of coke rise

J snatch my enterprise
A million more, rookie cops thinking they live
We survive, game tight like virgin nappy
Feds on our back, tracin' tracks to murder pappy

2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline
Noriega blast with nines
Move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica
Lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker

I told you fools to stop fuckin' with the Maqi
Arab Nazi, blow holes in your Versace
This war's mega, with the arm legga legga
Been doin' this, since Mobb Six with Cormega

Gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your heart's tookin'
And got blown in Central Booking
I'm mad iller, organized thug killer
Now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla

Officially, Mousallini, punk he me
Insanity, temporarily my plea
And the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free
To my people holdin' packs, nuthin' less than a G

Crime side of life, foul price to pay
Illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray
When the flesh dry up and the world decay
Reach heaven in a pearly white acuray
But until then, I'ma shine to the last sin
Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again

T.O.N.Y invade N.Y.
Multiply, kill a cop
Me and you
You got beef, I got beef

T.O.N.Y invade N.Y.
Multiply, kill a cop
Me and you
You got beef, I got beef

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Life Is Short - Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Title: Life Is Short
Album: Hell And Back
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies
I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's 'Family Ties'
'Cause it'll make a family cry, why

A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved
Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved
Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes
I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate

Well, I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit
I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage
When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap
And they couldn't get me off a kid 'cause he sold my mom's crack

In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms
Crack addiction 'cause I was way beyond that
But I face facts I got busted over the left side of my face
My face back but I had to fix that

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap 'cause
My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks
My mom still here but she'll die in a few months

Thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer
I hope y'all fellin' this 'cause I ain't supposed to be tellin' y'all this shit
Like I ain't supposed to be sellin' y'all this shit but this is real life
Like I ain't supposed to be cryin' over this shit but I still mind

Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold on
Till the hole in my 44 long
I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on
Sometimes my head gone

And I don't give my pops props 'cause he was dead wrong
Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck
The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight
It makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I write
So these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes
They said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow

I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds
It gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those
Sometimes I feel like walkin' with a mean bout
Bustin' till I see cops snowin' till I see slot

Throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
Till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me
I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop
Probation got me on a detox, so when I die
Bury me next to the weed crops

So when I'm in Heaven, I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees
With Big L, Aliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya

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Z - This Can'T Be Life - Lyrics - The Dynasty Roc La Familia - Jay

Title: Z - This Can'T Be Life
Album: The Dynasty Roc La Familia
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Leon Huff, Kayne Omari West, Shawn Carter, Kenneth Gamble, Dwight Grant, Brad Jordan

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Lyric:
Geah, whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect, e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto B, here's mine
Geah

See I was born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit, I kept arms
38 longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it or stuffed with embalmin' fluid
Shit, I'm goin' through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin' down her pretty face, she got her palms to it

My life is gettin' too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it
Bout to lose it, voices screamin', "Don't do it!"
It's like '93, '94, 'bout the year that Big and Mag dropped
And "Illmatic" rocked
Outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked
Everybody doin' 'em, I'm still scratchin' on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"

Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug, paraphenalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts
Tryin' figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin'
So they can send shots straight to your melon, wait!
It gets worse, baby momma water burst
Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on
Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb
Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be soon

This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

Chill dog
Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother
Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another
I'm thinkin' damn, how my older sister gon' make me tougher
When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real
I'm tired of tryin' to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills
Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real
Y'all niggaz thinkin' what y'all readin' in The Source is real

What my life like, you lookin' at the source, it's real
What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real
Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin' Beans
'Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin
Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an
I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine
Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body
Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee

I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin' more can stop me
Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me
There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans
Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin
My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog
I come back in the afterlife
Like fuck it I done touched hell twice, what's the meanin'?

This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone call from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand, you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin' our blessings 'cause Brad's two
Prayin' for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars
Lovin' your kids just like you was ours

And I'm hurtin' for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that Heaven'll open these doors
And ain't no bright side to losin life, but you can view it like this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst of good company
Who loves all and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
But Heaven knows, I woulda been wrong
I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love
It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us
This can't be life

This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life

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Trust Me - Lyrics - Color Me Badd

Title: Trust Me
Artist: Color Me Badd
Composer(s): Color Me Badd Paul Mccartney, Hamza Lee

Lyric:
Ooh baby, I care
Baby

I knew you were the perfect girl for my love
For you I thank the stars in the Heaven above
Love of my life, time was on our side
Oh sweet girl, it took you quite a while to hold my hand
I was patient baby, it was all in the plan, oh sweet love is blind

I showered you with kisses and flowers
I held you through the days and the midnight hours
Did it all because that I wanted to open your heart and make

You trust me, my baby trust me
Baby, you trust me, I only want is you trust me

The meaning in my life a sunny day
I need you as a light to show me the way
You're a vision of love, ooh baby didn't you know
Our love is gonna last until the end
You're never gonna have to be alone again
Oh no, I'll never let you go

Girl 'cause I showered you with kisses and flowers
Day after day to the midnight hours
Did it all because that I wanted to open your heart and make

You trust me, my baby trust me
Baby, trust me, I only want you to trust me

Just a little more time, girl I know you'll be mine
Just a little more, just a little
And with a little more love, girl I know that it's just
Just a matter of trust

Just a little more time, girl I know you'll be mine
Just a little more, just a little
And with a little more love, girl I know that it's just
Just a matter of trust

Girl, if you really want me, I really want to be
Right there by your side or eternity
And if you really wanna know
I'll never let you go my baby, baby
Ooh, I only want you to trust me

Baby, trust me
[Incomprehensible]
Trust me, baby, trust me
[Incomprehensible]

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Wings Of A Butterfly - Lyrics - Him

Title: Wings Of A Butterfly
Artist: Him
Composer(s): Ville Hermanni Valo

Lyric:
Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer a sacrifice

Come on and show, them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly for your soul

This endless mercy mild
We're crawling side by side
With hell freezing over in our eyes
Gods kneel before our crime

Come on let's show, them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly for your soul
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
Don't let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul

Come on and show, them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly

For your soul
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
Don't let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul

(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
Don't let go
(Rip out the wings of a butterfly)
For your soul

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