Smith Michael W - Angels Unaware Trilogy 3

Artist: Smith Michael W
Music Album: I'll Lead You Home
(Music Song Lyrics):
Maybe there's a light in my soul
Maybe it flickers like a neon sign
Outside an abandoned hotel
Maybe there are things you just can't know
But can you say there are no mysteries
In the house you choose to dwell
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware

Maybe there's a place where we will fly
But some say God is dead like Nietzsche said
And faith has made me a fool
But maybe there is more than meets the eye
Who's that stranger there beside you?
Don't be smug and don't be cruel
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware

Battles of the heart and mind
We stay caught in mental purgatory
'Til our existence can be defined
Meanwhile on the shores of parallel
There may be a holy conference held
Somewhere
Discussing all mankind
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
Angels unaware
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Severed Heads - Son Of

Artist: Severed Heads
Music Album: Come Visit The Big Bigot
(Music Song Lyrics):
1 I've got a load / a load inside of me
2 I've got a line of white / faster than misery
3 I'm far from home / and I'm lonely
(3,1,1,3)
4 I've got a line of work / that takes a few lives
5 The heart is back in town / make this punch a punch for me
(1,1,3,4,1,1)
6 Eve's soul / burns in hell / Eve's soul / burns in hell...

"Written before going on tour (1986). Strangely enough, about a
travelling boxer."
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504 Boyz - Tight Whips

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta)
[Hook]
We roll tight whips, everyday
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades
We roll tight whips, everyday
Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok

[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)
Look like they runnin away

[Verse 2: Magic]
I'm doing 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on shine
The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck
18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
Waking the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: Master P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad
Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the PROjects
TV when I roll that
Gamblin for a car, no
Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
We roll big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts
Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it

[Verse 5: Yungsta]
Roll around in tight whips
Catch me on the night shift
I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license
My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when
First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims
My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Silkk]
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna turn around
Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now
It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go hard off

[Verse 7: Master P]
We leave the tags in the window, whodee
Cus it's worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops
They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
X-Box in the front and the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
Got the navigation system with the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors
We roll on old days around here, that's 24s

[Hook]

[Jamaican flow]

[Verse 9]
I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off
Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff

[Verse 10]
Go real glistens
These chicks, call me Mista Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen
I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: Master P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show
Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more
We wiling out, all day, all night
Cus this is my life, my life, my life...

[Hook]
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Benzino - Go Hard

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro: Benzino]
Unh, Hangmen 3
2 Times and J.B.
Yeah, Benzino, c'mon
Let's take it to these motherf-cking streets, yo
Yo, throw your 3's up

[Benzino]
Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together
They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em
I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta
With ties to the west coast, banging
Motherf-ck a street team, my team bereave streets
Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door
Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept glocks
Trucks ramped, niggas couldn't understand it
Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax
Niggas can't touch me, my nose gettin runny
I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers
Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners
Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo
Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you
Enough's enough, let's take it to the streets
Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c'mon

[Chorus: Benzino]
Go hard, or go home - I don't wanna hear it
My shit too long, and now you gon feel it
We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard

[Benzino]
Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho
Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago
My choppa sting ya, make you scream "A bay Maria!"
Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater
I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas
Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us
I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy
Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats
My closet's like a rainbow - Velour suits change like the weather
Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's
Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD's from skippin
You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin
GQ Magazine, we on page 144
Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour
I bet chu didn't know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas
Stop hating motherf-cker, go hard!

[Chorus]

[Benzino]
Benzino strike back - most hated, f-ck this rap game
Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga.. thug
Rhyme sick style, arrogant.. thug
Run up on me wrong - not having it
My crew been through so much that you can't dream of
Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs
Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs
I'm organized, my shit's effective
Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with
Guns clicked.. hold up, we on some other shit
Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas

[Chorus 2x]
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Frank Zappa - This Aint CNN

Artist: Frank Zappa
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Frank Zappa (synclavier)
Ensemble Modern

Ich bin grad reinkommen
(I just came in)
und da hab i gsehn, dass
(and I noticed that)
da so viel Platz is
(there is so much room here)

[someone says that this is not the 'UN man..']

Ich versteh kein Wort
(I don't understand a word)
Ich bin do in dem Klavier
(I am in this piano and )
drinne und's klingt so komisch
(it sounds so strange)

[someone says 'this ain't CNN'...]

Do kommt ma scho rum in dem Klavier
(you sure get around in this piano)

[someone says 'my fist speaks English...']

I net, i net, wenn i red no red i
(Not me, not me, when I speak I do)
scho bayrisch
(speak bavarian)

[A different voice in German:]

Bevor ich hier reingekommen
(Before I came in here, I had a)
bin, da hab ich ein Patrami
(Pastrami sandwich,)
sandwich gegessen, es war gut
(it was good)

Gebt's ihm doch ein Pony,
(Give him a Pony, yes, give him)
jo, gebt's ihm ein Pony
(a Pony)

[then they talk about 'room service' and how to make a phone call from a payphone.]

Ah, a Zahltelefon
(Ah, a payphone)

[You hear again a different voice in German. This is a commercial for a German phone service company:]

Telefonkarte
(Phone credit card)
Qualitaet und Sicherheit
(Quality and security)
aus einer Hand
(from one source)

Wir sind Deutschlands
(We are Germany's)
Kommunikationsgesellschaft
(communication company)

Drei Null Eins Eins Null Drei Eins Eins Drei Sechs
(3 0 1 1 0 3 1 1 3 6)

Qualitaet und Sicherheit
(
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BENZINO - Figadoh Remixfeat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Benzino - Figadoh Remix

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.)

[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Adam Ant - Apollo 9

Artist: Adam Ant
Music Album: Vive Le Rock
(Music Song Lyrics):
Adam ant/marco pirroni

Ten - dress it up
Nine - dress it up
Eight - dress it up
Seven - dress it up, dress it up
Six
Fa fa fa fa fa five

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she ran away
Warned me one time, warned me twice
Found me out and it weren't too nice.

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she ran away
Can the chatter, bye-bye dear
Carved me a crimson career.

Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up)
Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up)
Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up)
Delta hey max nine

We will be fine apollo 9
Even though nasa say
"way out of line"
"out of line"

10 - dress it up
9 - dress it up etc....

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she flew away
Climbed onto the nearest star
Miss her lots, but there you are.

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she flew away
I don't worry, things are fine
Way up there in apollo 9

Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up)...etc.

We will be fine apollo 9 etc....

Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up)...etc.

We will be fine apollo 9 etc....

Repeat verse 3
Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she flew away
Climbed onto the nearest star
Miss her lots, but there you are.

Hey hey what do you say?
Choochalaben dollaley
You can run, you won't get far
A-leyber in your capella.

Repeat verse 3
Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she flew away
Climbed onto the nearest star
Miss her lots, but there you are.

Hey hey what do you say?
Blast off time, i'm please to say
Write a letter, be home soon
Busy lassooing the moon.

10 - 9 - etc.
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Saafir the Saucee Nomad - Crawl Before You Ball

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Music Album: Hit List
(Music Song Lyrics):
Intro:
Yo Saafir what's goin' on playboy?
Saafir: What's really goin' on?

Huh you tell me baby.

Saafir:Hey it's like this man.
I gotta let these motherf-ckers know how to crawl man.

I know everybody tryin' to come up immediately.

Saafir:You know they don't got the motherf-ckin' perseverance cause they
ain't have it hold up though. I gotta go and do this man.

Verse 1:
You can hear the ambition mobbin' in my po position
The intention is to come up
Do your grindin' pay the boss before you floss
And don't lose your mind and find discipline'
And stackin' your scratch
So it don't come up missin' in
As you're askin' the Lord for guidance
While you ridin'
Stickin' and movin' slidin'
In and out the game
Unless you realize you're sprung before you legalize your funds
All you track hustlers that was made for the corner
Dodgin' the coroner's office
I'm tossin' this at you
Now on some sermon type shit
I'm burnin' and I gotta write this
The mic got me ballin'
Shot callin'
It's the murk one like that
Sit back but not in starship
So I don't tarnish or rust
When I'm bustin' on the next jerk
Who swears he's ballin' but can't network
You better off with sexwork
The way you f-cked in the game
It's a shame
I'm aimin' at the bathroom stall on all of y'all
With the H.J.s deflecting these hate rays
Until the sun falls
You acquired a dream
Crawl before you ball

Hook: (x2)
What you thought?
You was just gonna ball on the spot?
Let's be real
You gotta stack dollar bills before you get a mil
Gotta handle business before you choose to chill or you fall
Crawl before you ball

Verse 2:
All you pompous ass marks in Babylon yawnin'
Becomin' another nigga spawnin'
From the trenches
The stench is unknown
I've been crawlin' like a two toed
Chameleon for so long
Writing these songs and ridin' these thongs
With bracelets on they ankle bone
That's anxious to moan
Like Neena Samone
Have a trick
Sickin' thinkin'
That we know it's on
You better crawl before you ball man
Before you fall man
Keep ya hoes off your payroll
Unless they crawl with you
And you know they all with you
And even then they won't fall with you
I'm like f-ck 'em
I got to
It's a new sheriff in town his name is Reggie Mamoo
Ya hear?
More like Saafir
On a crawl
By watch how daddy ball
I'm all ears and all eyes
Recognize
I'm crawlin'

Bridge: (x2)
Baby baby let me kick my all to y'all
You gotta crawl before you ball
I've seen so many many soldiers fall
They didn't know you had to crawl before you ball

Verse 3:
You see gotta put in major work in at first
Before you burst
Crawl before you ball but never lose your thirst
When you ballin'
Or you gonna end up broke and butt naked with no garments on
While I'm makin' more cheese than Parmesian
Learn game at a fast rate
Apply it to my walk then stalk
I won't fall off cause I'm a put in that work
And I'm a stick to that plan
Now I'm a stay down with my folleys
The team then turn and brace God gave green
Going, going till I'm gone
I'm ballin'

Hook
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Hill Dru - THE LOVE WE HAD

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I just can't believe it girl
I can't believe that it's over
But I'm your man, and I'll be alright
But still, the love we had, stays on my mind

Verse 1
Lately baby, I've been thinking
How good it was when you were here
And it ain't the wine that I been drinking
For once I feel my head is clear

Bridge
But early this morning, when I opened my eyes
That old lonesome feeling, took me by surprise
I guess you meant more to me, than I realized
The love we had stays on my mind
The love we had stays on my mind

Verse 2
And pretty girl, I've been remembering
The good times that we used to share
My thoughts of you, don't have an ending
And the memories of you are everywhere

Bridge
But why should I tell you
It's not your concern
You win some, you lose some
I've lost and I've learned
It's just that I'm so lonely
With no place to turn
And here at the end, I find...
Yes I do

Pre-Chorus
The love we had stays on my mind

Chorus
Girl if you were nearer
If you had a mirror
Maybe you could count my tears
And if you were nearer
It would all be clearer
How I wish that you were here
(How I wish that you were here)

Verse 3
And baby girl
I was tired
So I laid down to dream for a while
But lately I've been so, so uninspired
Without the comfort of your smile

Bridge

But I'm not complaining
Cause that's how it goes
There's always some heartache
In this world I suppose
But you can't imagine
But nobody knows
The love we had stays on my mind
The love we had stays on my mind
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Benzino - G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

[Benzino]
Uh.......Hangmen 3 (Gangsta jugga)
Uh huh (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh yo
(Gangsta jugga)

Pray on it sober, I'm just another step closer
Niggas'll ghost ya, found out these'll hurt ya
Play it frank while I lay in the Beam, let the heat roast ya
I'm moralized street solider, I thought the streets told ya
Thug slash beat composer, Nights filled wit freaks and doser
Went from rags to riches, don't f-ck with snitches
My Benz keeps the baddest bitches, huggin the block
Hollow tips sluggin the glock, hollerin "Who let the thug in the spot"
BENZINO!!!!!! (Bitches, clips, guns) Black out, inhale blow it back out [deep breathin]
Take shorty to the 'Tel blow her back out
And y'all motherf-ckers better not act out
I go the cash route, plus bet on mash out
Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa) Chief rocker, whole tribe flooded out
He don't know you better tell your man cut it out
I'm workin with a short fuse you can't put it out
Big money, big guns that's what I'm about
...Deep concentration, I'm at a level that niggas can't get to
Grab a shovel, big meat you might get through
I'm gangsta part gorilla, part pit bull
I never start a situation that I can't finish
In other words this dog means business
Trendsetter, simple and plan, the first in rap music wit a crew on his chain
Still do it for my men behind bars, LIFERS
From Wallpoles to Ricards, push Benz's befo I got my license
And I'm coming for them belts like Tyson
We vultures, street bred, king cobras
Keep focus, smoke weed, sip Coronas
Spit chorus, bitches can't ignore us
The saga ends, you can't do nothing for us

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaahahahaa iaaahahahaa) [Scratching]
Most dangerous,
Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent.....................
Dro in a blunt twist it up, put four in your gut twist you up
You ain't heard not guilty's the verdict [the verdict echoes]
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Benzino GANGSTER

Biz Markie: Goes Around

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to jostmatt@bgb.ch for these lyrics.

[ VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
>From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon!"

Perret Pierre - Lily

Artist: Perret Pierre
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Paroles et musique : Pierre Perret
(c) Éditions Adèle

1 On la trouvait plutôt jolie, Lily
Elle arrivait des Somalies, Lily
Dans un bateau plein d'émigrés
Qui venaient tous de leur plein gré
Vider les poubelles à Paris.

Elle croyait qu'on était égaux, Lily
Au pays d'Voltaire et d'Hugo, Lily
Mais pour Debussy en revanch'
Il faut deux noires pour une blanche
Ça fait un sacré distinguo

Elle aimait tant la liberté, Lily
Elle rêvait de fraternité, Lily
Un hôtelier rue Secrétan
Lui a précisé en arrivant
Qu'on ne recevait que des Blancs.

2 Elle a déchargé des cageots, Lily
Elle s'es tapé les sal's boulots, Lily
Ell' crie pour vendre des choux-fleurs
Dans la rue, ses frèr's de couleur
L'accompagn't au marteau piqueur

Et quand on l'appelait Blanche, Lily
Elle se laissait plus prendre au piège, Lily
Elle trouvait ça très amusant
Mêm' s'il fallait serrer les dents
Ils auraient été trop contents.

Elle aimait un beau blond frisé, Lily
Qui était tout près à l'épouser, Lily
Mais la bell' famill' lui dit : "Nous
N'sommes pas racistes pour deux sous
Mais on n'veut pas de ça chez nous."

3 Elle a essayé l'Amérique, Lily
Ce grand pays démocratiqu', Lily
Elle aurait pas cru sans le voir
Que la couleur du désespoir
Là-bas aussi ce fut le noir.

Mais dans un meeting à Memphis, Lily
Elle a vu Angela Davis, Lily
Qui lui dit : "Viens ma petit' soeur"
En s'unissant on a moins peur
Des loups qui guettent le trappeur.

Et c'est pour conjurer sa peur, Lily
Qu'ell' lève aussi un poing rageur, Lily
Au milieu de tous ces gugus
Qui foutent le feu aux autobus
Interdits aux gens de couleur.

4 Mais dans ton combat quotidien, Lily
Tu connaîtras un type bien, Lily
Et l'enfant qui naîtra un jour
Aura la couleur de l'amour
Contre laquelle on ne peut rien.

On la trouvait plutôt jolie, Lily
Elle arrivait des Somalies, Lily
Dans un bateau plein d'émigrés
Qui venaient tous de leur plein gré
Vider les poubelles à Paris
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Perret Pierre Lily

Bob Dylan - No More Auction Block

Artist: Bob Dylan
Music Album: The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
(Music Song Lyrics):
by Bob Dylan (arr)

Lyrics Not Available
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Bob Dylan No More Auction Block

Wynonna Judd - What The World Needs

Artist: Wynonna Judd
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I look around at all the faces and I see
All the lonely people looking back at me
Rich, poor don't matter we're all the same
Everybody's hungry in a different way
We're clawin' and climbin' and kickin' and screamin' and fightin' but really

[Chorus]
What the world needs now is love
Love and only love
A little help from up above
Faith to make a better day
Let's come together
Lay our differences down
Spread it all around
That's what the world needs now

(La, la, la, la, la)

Sometimes all it takes is just a smile
To change somebody's weather
Chase the clouds out of their sky
Sometimes you gotta give and not receive
Sometimes you gotta live what you believe
Open your arms cause that's where it starts
Right here with you and with me

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Nobody likes the cold
We all need someone to hold
No one wants to be alone

[Chorus: Repeat 3 times]

([Third time:] "Let's come together, lay our prejudices down...")
(La, la, la, la, la)

[Fade Out]
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Wynonna Judd What The World Needs

Biz Markie: The Dragon

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: The Biz Never Sleeps
(Music Song Lyrics):
VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon

4ft Fingers - One Way

Artist: 4ft Fingers
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
people think that I have gone insane
just because I use my real name

1,2,3,4
stepped off the boat this morning
this place is anything but boring
I'm in a brand new place
People always staring at my face


I shouldn't be here
That's the truth yeah
I shouldn't be here,
That's the truth yeah
I shouldn't be here
That's the truth yeah
I shouldn't be here
That's the truth

From today, I'm going one way
From today, I'm going one way
From today, I'm going one way
From today, I'm going one way

From today, I'm going one way
From today, I'm going one way
From today, I'm going one way
From today, I'm going one way
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4ft Fingers One Way

Dylan Bob - Broke Down Engine

Artist: Dylan Bob
Music Album: World Gone Wrong
(Music Song Lyrics):
by Bob Dylan (arr)

1. Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel,
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel.
You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.

2. Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke,
Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke,
I done pawned my pistol, baby, my best clothes been sold.

Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord,
Lordy, Lord.

3. I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees,
I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees,
I ain't cryin' for no religion, Lord, give me back my good gal please.

4. If you give me back my baby, I won't worry you no more,
Give me back my baby, I won't worry you no more,
Don't have to put her in my house, Lordy, just lead her to my door.

Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord,
Lordy, Lord.

5. Can't you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?
Can't you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?
Now you hear me tappin', tappin' across your floor.

6. Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drive at all,
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drive at all.
What make me love my woman, she can really do the Georgia Crawl.

7. Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no whistle or bell,
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no whistle or bell,
If you're a real hot momma, come take away Daddy's weeping spell.
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Dylan Bob Broke Down Engine

Benzino - No Parts Of Us

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Bobby Brown, Prodigy)

[Prodigy talking]
Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah
f-ck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying
Straight like that from the bottom of my heart
Man this is silly
I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean?
f-ck all y'all niggas, straight like that
What up

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown (Benzino)]
Don't start with me (Benzino, B. Brown, Hangmen 3)
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, it's war this night and over run up on ya few
Boss niggas dump bullets and get rid of that crew
You gotta bang niggas out
f-ck that shit is serious
Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is
These punk motherf-ckers get their head pushed, leds bust
Guns on their friends and they feds dunn yeah dunn
Venalate niggas hear `em out
Wear niggas out
Get them before they get you
Open up your eyes, true
Look alive, dunn its not a game
Its not thing for you to get body
Thats why we don't play
So where the bags for the f-ck back
Before I squeeze more shots and murder more bastards

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Benzino]
Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that
Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that
Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that
Bring beef where your motherf-cking cribs at
Shove knives in your chest where your ribs at
Get money with my Hangmen, split that
Come thick when we show those guns
Doing 1-6-0 on the Autobahn
Ride all night drink cris til dawn
Tonight we don't care, right from wrong
Anybody wanna kick the same old song
Bitch-ass niggas won't last too long, motherf-cker

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Bobby Brown]
Meet you overnight
Rest now thats tomorrow
My projects thorough
Tribes with Made Men, now you know
No matter what happened in the barium rocks
Still remain with my pistol in my palm cocked
God damn, country, all shit is sick
Cause shit ain't but a bag full of f-cking tricks
Addition and money in my pocket
So I'm a dip into my bag and grab my motherf-cking clip
Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like f-ck
And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up
No hold barred and its time to get paid over
I'm broke, ain't nuttin funny I need money

[Bobby Brown & Benzino (Bobby Brown)]
f-ckers want to try and change the game (I did that)
Try throw dirt on my name (You got that)
Storm them for their fortune and fame (You want that)
Twenty karats on my neck, wrist and brain (I flaunt that)

[Hook 6x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me
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Benzino No Parts Of Us

Biz Markie: Shes Not Just Another Woman (Monique)

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her house, to have some fun
We both lived in Colonial Projects
I lived in building 48, she lived in building 26
We used to play Ringling, Coke or 1-2-3
But when I'm in Monique's presence, I would just freeze
The relationship began when I was five startin
She was in nursery school, I was in kindergarten
We was more closer than a hand and glove
This is what you call real puppy love
When we'd go trick or treating, I would carry her bag
When we moved to Long Island, it was all such a drag
Cause I know it would be difficult to see her again
I wouldn't miss her more than I'd miss all of my friends
Even though we was little this love was unique
And this is what I say to my love Monique, because

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
"She's not, just another woman..
She's not, no no!"

[Verse Two]
Let me tell ya a little somethin, about Monique
Even though we was little she had a physique
Indian brown skin with a nice complexion
She always gave me tender love and affection
I knew she was different in her own little way
I used to knock at her door bout every single day
I remember when we used to go trick or treatin
I used to snatch bags, so she could sink her teeth in
Crazy big variety of a lot of candy
She would share it with her friends Kim Ron and Fran and
Lee-nette, the girl she called her cousin
We never had an argument, oh we was never fussin
That's why me and her got along so good
Anything I asked her to do, you know she would
We would have family day, in back of building 70
I would win her a pr