Metal Church - Gods Of Second Chance

Artist: Metal Church
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
In an act of desperation, he put a gun to his head
In his mind confusion, nothing but delusion, thinking he was better off dead
No one to be his savior, from the vices he made
Voices callin' to him, left his life in ruins, drugs have led his mind astray

God, don't you hear me? God, don't you care?
Cause if you did, my friend, you wouldn't leave me hangin' on this way
Somebody turn on the lights, somebody give me some air
I'm in the middle of a nasty situation that is leading me on nowhere
I gotta hear you tonight, I gotta know that you care
You got me down on my knees and I'm praying and I gotta know you're really out there

The second hand is ticking, time moves ahead
Feel the shadows breathing, whispering and seething, dealing inside my head
A Candle flame before me, flickers in dance
As I sit here praying, hoping that I'm swaying the Gods of second chance
All cry to heaven, all cry for truth
And while we wait for lights and thunder, the devil is on the loose

Somebody turn on the lights, somebody give me some air
I'm in the middle of a nasty situation that is leading me on nowhere
I gotta hear you tonight, I gotta know that you care
You got me down on my knees and I'm praying and I gotta know you're really out there
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Overkill - Second Son

Artist: Overkill
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Damned at birth, the child king born.
The prophets warned beware the second son.
Born to lead! And then raised in peace and harmony
My fellow man and I live as one.

Together forever!
Forever in the kingdom of the son...!

Watched in fear, another day the final year!
The light that fills our sky begins to die.
Haunted dreams.I sleep in terror wake in screams!
The scent of burning flesh fills sacred skies.

Skies filled with slaughter.
And slaughter from the order in my mind.....!

History unfolds as the prophets had fortold
And lightning strikes, the fire fills my eyes.
Hell hath claimed another soul now
Watch the spirit die.

Evil minds now rule my destiny!!!
A Sinner by my side won't set me free.
Thoughts of pain and power fill my veins.
All fear my name!!!
You were warned... of the child born...
Beware!

Feel the fire! Expect no mercy!
Olympus burns! Father forgive me!!!
Know my wrath brother before me
Beware
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Bizkit Limp: Getcha Groove On

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavored Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
Xzibit: Yes... Millenium shit... Limp Bizkit, ha...
X to the Z, yeah, ha... (kaaakaaakaaa)
Bringin it live to you and yours, my home
Boy, hahaha... Yo, get at em dawg
Fred: You don't wanna f-ck with me today
Cause a little sum-sumthin, roll your way
So try not to be like that today, Cause i'm a
real mutha f-cker from, round the way
Xzibit: (Come on)
Fred: We don't give a f-ck when we're rockin the place
We're only givin a f-ck if you're invadin the space
So getcha getcha groove on
Xzibit: (gotta getcha groove on)
Fred: Don't keep us waitin too long
Xzibit: (dont keep us waitin too long)
Fred: Dont treat me like a toy kid
Every single second I'm alive I'm a mess
This lazer beam mic check
Communicatin through the gentalect
High tech keep you on the run now
Don't wanna be that guy
Every single second I'm alive I'm, alive
Don't understand why

Xtc - Living In A Haunted Heart

Artist: Xtc
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
I stumbled in and I fell straight asleep in the chair
Swear I did
Woke with a start and I thought I saw you floating by
Swear I did
The fixtures and furniture's the same
As the second you walked out the door
But here in my head you put a ghost train
And I can't go 'round any more
And I hear the passengers scream
I'm living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself it's all a bad dream
I'm living in a haunted heart
Too proud to beg you to come back
One more drink, the fairground fades to black
Every night
Days last for years 'til the dark, like a bear,
Puts his claws around my brain
Smack! Bang on time, with your laugh, you walk in
Through the walls around my brain
The curtains and carpets are the same
As the day you dissolved in thin air
Now here I go queueing for the horror ride
Knowing I don't have the fare
And I hear the passengers scream
I'm living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself it's all a bad dream
I'm living in a haunted heart
Too proud to beg you to come back
As the ghost train rattles 'round its track,
Every night
I can't exorcise you or cause you to reappear
But if you want to know what nothing looks like
Well just peel back my chest and take a look inside here
The fixtures and furniture's the same
As the second you walked out the door
But here in my head you put a ghost train
And I can't go 'round any more
And I hear the passengers scream
I'm living in a haunted heart
And you're shaking me apart at the seams
I'm living in a haunted heart
My reality is pushed past extremes
I'm living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself it's just a bad dream
I'm living in a haunted heart
Too proud to beg you to come back
One more drink, the fairground fades to black
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504 Boyz - Uptown

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Taxi]
Did you call a taxi
[Master P]
Yea
[Taxi]
Where you going my brother
[Master P]
Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra
Bridge and make a left

[Chorus: Suga Bear (repeat 2x's)]

I'll be hangin uptown (hangin)
With my niggas
Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea

[Master P]
Uptown baby, don't clown baby
It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby
Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot
You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock
From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope
Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes
Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock
Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops
Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed
R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real
Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life
My lil cousin Jimmy did 8
but now he's trying to change his life

[Chorus 2x's]

[Mac]
Now let me take you to the land of the choppers
pussy poppers and body droppers
crooked cops and quarter shops
when the cop shopper
you get your hands on a a bird
don't say a word
there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve
when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus
and you can't get no buss pass
to get your ski mask, and get a click
but make sure it niggas you been f-cking with get a bitch
bout that murder, murder and sucking dick
on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes
and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas
cause they had them black macs and bombers
but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see
look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P
and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots
when them f-cking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP"
and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya
blow some ganja in your memories
sportin Tee's to remind ya we still

[Chorus 2x's]

[C-Murder]
Now if you looking for me playa
when I'm down in the city
you wanna get with me then hit me
or come in that Calliope and get me
for real ask Whine and Eyes
I be down in the cut
me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee
we be tearing shit up
feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block
just like Slim and Marcello
they got that Nolia on lock
and that Rose Tavern
I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures
they hit cha but ask Victor
where gonna always be with cha
I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th
I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3
We make a move and bounce the House of Blues
full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop
them po po's sweating the block
and now it's back to the Calliope
(it's back to the Calliope)
the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code
I represent it lil daddy
cause it's a Calliope thing
and uptown is the place where I chill and hang

[Chorus 2x's
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Bizkit Limp: Getcha Groove On Complete

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfishand The Hotdog Flavored Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
xzibit: millenium shit, limp bizkit, x to the z, bringin' it live to
you and yours, ladies and gentlemen my homeboy yo, get
at em dog

fd: chorus: you don't wanna f-ck with me today
cause a little somethin somethin didn't go ya way
so try not to be like that today
cause i'm a real motherf-cker from round the way
and we don't give a f-ck when we're rockin the place
we're only givin a f-ck if you're invadin the space
so getcha getcha groove on
don't keep us waitin too long

don't you treat me like a toy kid, do you enjoy this
every single second i'm alive i'm a mess
got these laser beam mic checks communicating through the genelec
high tech keep you on the run now, don't wanna be that guy
every single second i'm alive i'm alive
don't understand why i got this trunk full of candy
and you're so high bumpin off the sweetness, this is what you need
another little piece of me inside of you
cause you know that i'll always keep it true
and that's exactly what i do, it's what i do

chorus

xzibit: i got breakneck delivery no time for chivalry
extraordinary ability shit longevity
dig deep in ya soul and find ya self
cuase mind control could turn yall to someone else
so fast ya head will probably spin the f-ck right off
me and fred about to go half on microsoft
them live earnin twenty percent those little half-assed direct hits
ain't even makin a dent what an event, ah hell xzibit and limp
as we atempt to bring home the championship it's all in the risk
i'll still lead the league and assist
give me the fifth, i'm drinkin while i'm takin a piss, bitch

chorus

xzibit: i got untapped material, i serial kill shit, give me that real shit
quick finish em off , quick makin ya jaw split when i'm touchin the mosh pit
constant conflict knockin faggots unconscious nauseous
raisin the stakes increasin the weight
got homies that can't lay down and lift the plate
so quit tryin to invade my space
before i call for a face-to-face and got to rest my case like

fd: this is how we do it, just recognize we keep gettin right to it
look into these eyes, look into these eyes and you'll see the size of the flames
then you might despise the size of my game
step the f-ck back, xzibit's on the track
you shoulda buckled up before your head hit the dash
you gotta hate that, a demo from a eight-track
brought me to a place where platinum comes in eight stacks

chorus 3x

Carl Thomas - Cadillac Rap Interlude

Artist: Carl Thomas
Music Album: Emotional
(Music Song Lyrics):
[man] can i sit and talk to you for a second
[woman] whassup, whassup?

[man]
It's like baby, when i look at you
You know what i'm sayin', it's like in the morning
The stars, you know what i'm saying
And everything i can do for that
You're like everything i ever wanted and dreamed in a woman
It's like and everytime when i look at you
You know that girl?

[woman] really?

[man]
Yeah, it's like uh, you know the first time i saw you
You know what i'm saying, it's almost like
See what i'm saying?
It's like the heaven and the moon and stars
You look like the vision, you look like venus to me
You know what i'm saying?
And make some, um, just trust me
I got you, you know what i'm saying?
Everybody see what i'm sayin', ok backup

[phone rings]

Yo, her love for sale
I'll be right back, huh? let me take this
Yeah, hello?

[woman in background]
Lemme get the hell outta here

[man] yeah baby, whassup don?

[woman in background]
'fore this nigga get back, too crazy

[man]
I'll call ya right back, yeah

Yeah, like i was saying baby, i have to...
Baby?
Baby?
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Loggins Kenny - Footloose

Artist: Loggins Kenny
Music Album: Footloose Soundtrack
(Music Song Lyrics):
by Kenny Loggins and Dean Pitchford

I been working so hard
Keep punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got

I get this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town

Tonight I gotta cut

(Chorus)
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose

You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're yearning, burning for some

Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try

You can fly if you'd only cut

(Chorus)
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo
C'mon, c'mon let go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose

FIRST - we got to turn you around
SECOND - You put your feet on the ground
THIRD - Now take a hold of your soul
FOUR - Whooooooooa, I'm turning it

Loose, FOOTLOOSE

(Chorus)
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Xtc - Living Through Another Cuba

Artist: Xtc
Music Album: Black Sea
(Music Song Lyrics):
Living through another Cuba
it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle
while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle

Russia and America are at each other's throats
but don't you cry
just on your knees and pray, and while you're
down there, kiss your arse goodbye

We're the bulldog on the fence
while others play their tennis overhead
it's hardly love all and somebody might
wind up red or dead
pour some oil on the water quick
it doesn't really matter where from
he love me, he loves me not
he's pulling fins from an atom bomb

This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so
if they're not careful your watch won't be the
only thing with a radioactive glow
I'll stick my fingers in my ears
and hope they make it up before too late
if we get through this lot alright
they're due for replay, 1998
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Murdock Shirley - As We Lay

Artist: Murdock Shirley
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
It's morning,
and we slept the night away
It happened,
now we can't turn back the hands of time
(oh no)

Yes we've stolen this moment,
We forgot to face, one simple fact
We both belong~ to some else
As we slept, the night away

It's morning,
sunlight shines across your sleeping face
A new day,
brings reality that we must go our
Se~parate way
What a lovely night, we had (yeah yeah)
As we shared each other's love
We forgot about all the pain we'd cause
as we slept the night away

Hook
As we lay
We forgot about tomorrow as we lay (mmhmm, hey hey)
As we lay
We didn't think about the price we'd have to pay( oh no, no no no no no no no)

It's morning
And now it's time for us to say goodbye
Goodbye baby
you're leaving me,
I know you got to hurry home to face your wi~fe, whoa
I would never want to hurt her no
She would never understand
You belonged to me for
just one night
as we slept the night away

Hook
As We Lay
We forgot about tomorrow
As we lay
We didn't think about the price we'd have to pay...oh no

We should have counted up the cost
but instead we got lost
in the second, in the minute, in the hour
hey hey, hey as we lay
we forgot about tomorrow, as we lay
whoa~~~

It's morning (it's morning) (oo oo)
It's morning (whoa~~)
It's morning
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BENZINO - Ghetto Childfeat. Bobby Brown, Mr. Gzus

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro: Bobby Brown]
Yo, this is B Brown
We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
Two times

[Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown)
Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
Everyday struggle to stay alive
Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
Bet cha wanna ride
Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)

[Bobby Brown]
Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
Not just a job, anything ain't easy
You go through rough times, you go through hard times
And times even tougher than that
But what I got is a mans best friend
I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
You got to be live-full
Black to feed the back
Never second guess a professor
Your not see-through, your not even equal
But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes]

[Chorus 2x]

[Mr. Gzus]
Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
Mainly I speak to the youth
I used to hustle drugs with a crew
I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
Lost to the streets
Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
At the same time I gots ta eat
Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
Been through hell and back before I was grown
No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child

[Chorus 2x]

[Bobby Brown]
It ain't nothing about hits
It's about these grits
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the...
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Don't make it up, don't make it up

[Chorus 2x]
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Cadillac Blindside - Milemarker 92

Artist: Cadillac Blindside
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
"Milemarker 92"

sitting back waiting for a tow on 65 the summer heat is killing me. be back on the road eventually. in chattanooga, tennessee we drank until about nine our top speed 45 was slow the van's next victim was sloan's right toe. tell me again that everything will be all right. even though we're hundreds of miles from home another 12 hour drive another sleepless night. i tried to call no one was home...but i know we'll think of something. broken down a second time never expected this. some of us are losing it still nothing can ruin this trip. just be there...waiting there for me. be home eventually. i never thought things would end up like this just leave the light on for me.
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Saafir the Saucee Nomad - Bent

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Music Album: Boxcar Sessions
(Music Song Lyrics):
I've been down this corridor
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter damn
Too late I'm spoiled I need the napalm
I got it I shot it in my left sector
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the floor
The foundation for creation mate's blend
The pleasure dome into another roam
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin
I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,
No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -
Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current
Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - I'm bent.

Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show
Around corners, the coroner's office;
Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug
Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,
A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
It's a sport for me to take another life on landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.
It's my job to resign frauds,
The odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
It's blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
I never pull out for suspense - I'm on a bent mission.

Jack Cousteau couldn't take it no deeper -
I'm a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker
Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I'm droppin
The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
Treasure through measures in bars - I'm bent
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Children Of Bodom - Lil Blooded Ridin Hood

Artist: Children Of Bodom
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Fire of the light, lil' blooded ridin' hood angel
Light before the night, dark you'd try
You try reversing the ray of fire
The ray amid sets your desire

I'll kill you!

Show me the signs of your silence
In the race of corpse alone
Take me down, oh please can I feel you?
My lil' blooded ridin' hood

Goodbye motherf-ckers!

Little blood I'd blow away
For a second did I go
It's a loss!
But I'll follow you 'til the end of the world

I'll kill it for you
I hate you and I want you dead!

I'll kill you!

Show me the signs of your silence
In the race of corpse alone
Take me down, oh please can I feel you?
My lil' blooded ridin' hood
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Benzino - Ghetto Child

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

[Intro: Bobby Brown]
Yo, this is B Brown
We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
Two times

[Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown)
Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
Everyday struggle to stay alive
Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
Bet cha wanna ride
Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)

[Bobby Brown]
Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
Not just a job, anything ain't easy
You go through rough times, you go through hard times
And times even tougher than that
But what I got is a mans best friend
I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
You got to be live-full
Black to feed the back
Never second guess a professor
Your not see-through, your not even equal
But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes]

[Chorus 2x]

[Mr. Gzus]
Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
Mainly I speak to the youth
I used to hustle drugs with a crew
I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
Lost to the streets
Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
At the same time I gots ta eat
Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
Been through hell and back before I was grown
No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child

[Chorus 2x]

[Bobby Brown]
It ain't nothing about hits
It's about these grits
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the...
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Don't make it up, don't make it up

[Chorus 2x]
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Wynonna Judd - You Are

Artist: Wynonna Judd
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
How do you do it anyway?
Like there ain't nothing to it
To make me stay

No tricks with smoke and mirrors
Not anything up your sleeve
A second look and it can't be clearer
It's no mystery

[Chorus]
It's in the way you love
It's in the little things you say
It's in the way you live
And give your heart away
It's in the chance you took
It's in the way you look at me
That sets you a world apart
And makes you who you are
And you are beautiful
You are

Pressed on my soul
Your fingerprint
Going where no one's ever been
Well, I don't know how
But I know you're in it
My life, my world, my dreams
I try but I just can't pin it
Down to one thing

[Chorus]
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Wynonna Judd You Are

Biz Markie: Buck Wild

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
about my man named Dee
Yo, even from when he was little
he was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
But, I'ma tell you the way..
.. it should really go like..
.. the way he would say it now check this out

When I was young, he always dreamed of bein rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
but man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down, and thought, what he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had appeal to Dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
he never ever seen NONE of them carryin books
He used to be on the block, do whatever they pleased
Never had a nine to five, but STILl clocked G's
Harold Reuben, Freewood Ave would make a man of them too
And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do
So he start to flip and cut class with the big boys
Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid
He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers play
And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
at the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards came, all he received was a F jack
And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left back
But yet and still, he didn't care
Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there
When he was only eight he hung out with the pros
And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin clothes
He used to dip out the class, go straight to the mall
And he'll take, ANYTHING from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "Brown what's WRONG witcha child?
He done ROBBED my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.."

Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be BUGGIN word up
Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like this
I don't whassup, but
I think you will understand a little bit more of the situation
I'ma say like he would say it, on this second part
So just check this out aight?
Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a crook -- at the age of nine
Do whatever it took -- he'll ROB YOU BLIND
Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men
way back WHEN.. when he was only ten
Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade
Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid
And if he ever had to travel somewhere far
Take a bus? PSSH - HE'D GO STEAL HIM A CAR!
He'd always choose to live his life the wild way
Tag?! Russian Roulette is what he'll play
His moms and pops told him when he first reached Junior High
the way you live determine just how soon you die
And he didn't care because to him it was fun
and he was only THIRTEEN when he got his first gun
He robbed stores and did stick-ups frequently
Gave a new name to juvenile delinquency
And yeah you know that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was headed for a dead end fast
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't last
Went back and forth to jail six times
for stolen cars and stick-up and various crimes
So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child
it don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..

Ay that that that's a little bit of a lesson
for all the kids out there you know now
Yeah yeah yeah you know what I'm sayin
And this is comin from
The Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler
Ain't no one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Dulah
who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
cause.. this is no joke, so don't be buck wild..

504 BOYZ - We Bustfeat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Silkk talking]
Ok P, I think they done f-cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

[chorus (Krazy) 1X]
These bitch niggas can't f-ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.
I'm from the Terrordome
Where niggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.
No love for hos
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed
Set you up
And get cut
And act like they don't know f-ck
I'm from that dirty
Where niggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[G-Spade]
War and collide
f-ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These niggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f-ckin' game
Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f-ckin' brain.
Better ask them niggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
Shit's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f-ck
Everybody in this muthaf-cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.
TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other niggas know the deal

[chorus 2X]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga can't be f-cked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.
We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.
War, we about that nigga
f-ck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.
No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.
Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

[chorus 2X]

[Krazy talking]
Now
f-ck it
Murder your muthaf-ckin' ass nigga
Ghetto Commission nigga
And that nigga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit shit deep nigga
You niggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf-ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch
We don't give a f-ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA!
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504 BOYZ We Bustfeat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy

Chubb Rock - The Man

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The Mind
(Music Song Lyrics):
[intro/chorus two: g-man]
Whenever you need good lovin
You gotta understand, it takes a man, a man
To keep you satisfied

[chubb rock]
Ha ha ha
Now toys are for boys, men don't need mattel
Objects to manipulate and sell
The women or the girls whichever name flip your curl
Acts for nonsense delivered by the boys of the world
But i!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, i told you that we would sell
Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken
How in the world did women become chickens
Is it the, alize or the weed
Shredded on the tray, that make the queens flow this way?
Me, i don't need none of that.. type.. drama
No typical style, for the man who rules the genre
The opera, no choir boys, i'll direct your band
Change your tune for the man, and..

[chorus one: g-man]
Whenever you need good lovin
You gotta understand, you need a man, a man
Who can provide..

[chorus two]

[chubb rock]
Ha ha ha ha
To redeem, i heard black men, i mean boys
Sayin they beat their queen, that type rush
Can't paint the scene, dissipates the dream
Of black king, black queen, becomin one team
From actress purses, harlequin romance verses
Ghetto curses, ends up in front of nurses
The yo-g male, the bourgeoise male
The two-car male and the male that needs mail
The woman start to, get empowered by alice walker
Waiting to inhale the fumes of the new yorker
Question - did you trust her, in front of pimps players
And hustlers, does she need a benz or a duster
End of question, start of answer, contradiction
Exhale, dangle in romance fiction
The love test, is like do you need to understand
Don't cram, you need a real man, and..

[chorus one] + [chorus two]

[chubb rock]
Ha ha
While the light gleams in her aspect
Does that mean respect, voiced by franklin, ignored by the inept
Baggy pants wearer, million man march bearer
All those who suffered through the agent orange era
Do we really maim the beautiful ones
The sons similak by anger, while the women get shunned
It's above me, another cop out, another rot out
Swapping +tears for fears+, while we +shout+ out
Past pain, that reverberates the claim
That the disrespect started when we, were in chains
Could be - but should be, it wouldn't be, if we
Real men, scriptured by the zen
And even then, women must know which is which
When their groins itch, for the rich damn
There's a lot to try, to somehow understand
Boys will be boys, but find a real man and..

[chorus one] + [chorus two]
[chorus one] + [chorus two]

[chubb rock - over second repeat]
Queens, to chickenheads yo, how the hell did it happen?
Ow! man.. the man.. ha ha
{whenever you need good lovin}
Peace!

[g-man ad libs to fade]
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Saafir - The Hit List

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: The Hit List
(Music Song Lyrics):
featuring Sonnie Black

Intro:
Huh yeah yeah. Saafir in the house youknowhatI'msayin'? Layin' it down with
my nigga Sonnie Black. About to spit this shit to you. You might be on this
motherf-cker man. You know?

Saafir:
Since the death of the first two icons I be wonderin'
Who's gonna be the next to plummet in the dirt
Somebody is puttin' in major work
And drop the line of these top the line rhymer you know who was the first
And the second MC
The shit temps me
To keep practicing my aim at the shooting range
And keep my vest
In close range to my chest
Say a prayer to the game
Cause she won't be the same after this
I heard they
Who is they?
I don't know
But you know what they say
Don't believe it till you see it
But now I peep the Ebony special Big Daddy Dane or Super Nat
Death's comin' three and the shit is startin' to worry me (why?)
Cause this shit got to be connected to a much deeper plot
Maybe the government is fillin' it
Since they see them taxes of these millionaire black men rappin'
Imagin' if they got fed up and attached a contract
To touch these pathetic lips
Believe me
It would be called

Hook:
The Hit List
But it never happens to you if you're hitless
So you better stay sharp in you mental fitness
And always holla at your follies about business
What is this? The Hit List

Saafir:
The newspapers read
"De La Soul Is Dead"
The Stakes Is Higher than Hell fire
Shocking news travels like a live wire
To the Mississippi connect
Brought in from a club bathroom
Bartender slipped him a Mickey
Everybody in hip hop is trigger itchy
One of the Pharcyde got smoked in a hotel in Perkipsey
Upstate with no backin' I'm packin' heat
Like an immigrant work Nike factory
I feel like somebody is watchin' me
I got eyes in the back of my head and under my balls
Cassette from outside bathroom door stall
Watchin' my back without a pause
Scarface in Houston tryin' not to catch a bullet scar
Ridin' to the studio in bulletproof cars
ATF had a shootout ? wait with FaceMob
A cashier worker and a grocery bagger was tagged up
Body bagged up
Pedestrians meeting the concrete
Gettin' faces and body parts scrapped up
Face Mob swervin' through as they may ? (screeching)

Hook

Sonnie Black:
What is this the Hit List
The Hit List some sick shit over glove shit
Mr. Sonnie Black the fly ass tracks jack
You slippin' like bait on a fishing rod
I'm tryin' to manipulate your fate
I'm tryin' to get you God
Cause you tailored my made me good and plenty
Your soldiers turned GI Jane more (Moore) than Demi
Keep your hustle on kinko
God got blessings to give me

Saafir:
On Remy and a night chair
Spit my plot to my partners and hoes sittin' around in nightwear
Crackin' a window a slight air
A nigga feel twisted
The story
The Hit List
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