Howard Jones - STEP INTO THESE SHOES

Artist: Howard Jones
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Step into these shoes feel this heart

Step into these shoes they might fit you
See through these eyes might be the same view
If I'd lived through the same things as you
I'd share the laughs, and cry the tears that you do

Chorus
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight

Look into m mind it might fit you
Act out this part is it so different to you
Even if we don't ever agree
The only difference is cosmetically

Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart

Just feel my heart it beats with you
We float downstream in the same canoe
You might find the ocean faster than me
But I'll see it eventually

Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
oh feel this heart please feel it

Step into these shoes and feel this heart oh feel
This heart please feel it
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight anymore

Feel this heart oh feel it
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight
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Howard Jones STEP INTO THESE SHOES

Fame Soundtrack - These Are My Children

Artist: Fame Soundtrack
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
In times of trouble
When all the worl seems, oh, so dark,
and I can't find a way to cope,
When deep inside me
I can no longer feel the spark,
And I can see no ray of hope
when I am lost,
What makes it all worthwhile,
One simple thought
To make me smile

These are my children,
My saving grace,
I see my calling in every face,
These are my children, my family tree,
and I thank God for choosing me

I wasn't blessed
As other women in this life
to have my own, to be mother and wife,
But i was blessed
Beyond where wildest dreams can reach,
for I have the privilege
Yes, the privilege to teach,

These are my children,
My saving grace,
I see my calling in each and every face,
These are my children, my family tree
And I thank God,
I thank God
Yes, I thank God
For choosin' me,
For choosin' me,
These are my children
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Fame Soundtrack These Are My Children

Hill Dru - These Are The Times

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
These Are The Times

God knows that you're a se-y thang
It's taking everything in me
Not to kiss you over and under
Feel you inside, feel my thunder
How the hell could I not want you

Girl it don't have to be a thang
I'll wait for you, You wait for me (Baby)
Cause true love is insisting me
We don't have to rush at all (Baby yeah)

These are the times we all wish for
The moment we less means so much more
We don't have to do a thing at all
We can take our time and talk
And this is the way things need to be
No pressure from you and none from me
Just let the mood set the moment off
We can make love or not at all

Be thinking bout you all the time
Morning noon and supper time (baby)
Tear you up in little pieces
Swallow you like reeses pieces
Come on girl you know I need you

(I know) It ain't supposed to be a thing
(I know) I'll wait for you, you wait for me
(And I know) True love's assisting we don't have to rush at all

These are the times we all wish for
The moment we less means so much more
We don't have to do a thing at all
We can take our time and talk
And this is the way things need to be
No pressure from you and none from me
Just let the mood set the moment off
We can make love or not at all

I don't make promises
Cause I know my heart gets weak
When I get around you girl
It makes them hard to keep
Cause you bring out the best
Make me the man
God knows I'm proud to be
Baby yeah

These are the times we all wish for
The moment we less means so much more
We don't have to do a thing at all
We can take our time and talk
And this is the way things need to be
No pressure from you and none from me
Just let the mood set the moment off
We can make love or not at all
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Hill Dru These Are The Times

0 Men - The Words That Make Me 2

Artist: 0 Men
Music Album: Module 4 2
(Music Song Lyrics):
No
Bye
Gone
Die
These are the words that make me cry

Yes
Hi
Near
Live
These are the words that make me breathe

Heart
Soul
You
Love
These are the words that make me

Yeah

These are the words that make me

...The words that make me

No
Bye
Gone
Die
These are the words that make me cry

Yes
Hi
Near
Live
These are the words that make me breathe

Heart
Soul
You
Love
These are the words that make me

Yeah

These are the words that make me

...The words that make me

... The words that make me
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0 Men The Words That Make Me 2

0 Men - The Words That Make Me

Artist: 0 Men
Music Album: Module 4
(Music Song Lyrics):
No
Bye
Gone
Die
These are the words that make me cry

Yes
Hi
Near
Live
These are the words that make me breathe

Heart
Soul
You
Love
These are the words that make me

Yeah

These are the words that make me

...The words that make me

No
Bye
Gone
Die
These are the words that make me cry

Yes
Hi
Near
Live
These are the words that make me breathe

Heart
Soul
You
Love
These are the words that make me

Yeah

These are the words that make me

...The words that make me

... The words that make me
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0 Men The Words That Make Me

0 Men - The Words That Make Me

Artist: 0 Men
Music Album: Module 4
(Music Song Lyrics):
No
Bye
Gone
Die
These are the words that make me cry

Yes
Hi
Near
Live
These are the words that make me breathe

Heart
Soul
You
Love
These are the words that make me

Yeah

These are the words that make me

...The words that make me

No
Bye
Gone
Die
These are the words that make me cry

Yes
Hi
Near
Live
These are the words that make me breathe

Heart
Soul
You
Love
These are the words that make me

Yeah

These are the words that make me

...The words that make me

... The words that make me
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0 Men The Words That Make Me

012 - These Are The Times - 99

Artist: 012
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Spoken:
Dedicated to tha Class of 1999 Eternal (For eva)
Nine-Nine 4-Life y'all...

Chorus:
These are the times we all live for
Praying they'll last forevermore
Holding to memories living in our minds
Until the end of time
And it was the way we hoped it would be
Standing close by you, close by me
Forget about saying godbye, cuz true
Friendships never die

Thinking 'bout the times we were
Standing there by each other
Sharing good times, sharing pain
Without you could I take the rain?
No. It just wouldn't have been the same (no)
Now we must go our separate ways
And look forward to more bright days
But reminisce and realize
We don't have to say goodbye

[Chorus]

Gotta stay strong to move on
As this brand new lifetime dawns
Here it comes, we can't delay it
Come on, hold on, say it, pray it
As it comes we gotta play it
(I know)
We've got so much too live for
(And I know)
The pain is to real to ignore
(But I know)
That we ain't leaving no one
Cuz our world has just begun.

[Chorus]

I feel the end is near, though not to our unity
I know the air is clear enough to be set free
We have been unfurled, let's warn the world
Of what we're proud to be.. (baby, yeah)

[Repeat Chorus and fade...]
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012 These Are The Times 99

012 - These Are The Times

Artist: 012
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Spoken:
Dedicated to tha Class of 1999 Eternal (For eva)
Nine-Nine 4-Life y'all...

Chorus:
These are the times we all live for
Praying they'll last forevermore
Holding to memories living in our minds
Until the end of time
And it was the way we hoped it would be
Standing close by you, close by me
Forget about saying godbye, cuz true
Friendships never die

Thinking 'bout the times we were
Standing there by each other
Sharing good times, sharing pain
Without you could I take the rain?
No. It just wouldn't have been the same (no)
Now we must go our separate ways
And look forward to more bright days
But reminisce and realize
We don't have to say goodbye

[Chorus]

Gotta stay strong to move on
As this brand new lifetime dawns
Here it comes, we can't delay it
Come on, hold on, say it, pray it
As it comes we gotta play it
(I know)
We've got so much too live for
(And I know)
The pain is to real to ignore
(But I know)
That we ain't leaving no one
Cuz our world has just begun.

[Chorus]

I feel the end is near, though not to our unity
I know the air is clear enough to be set free
We have been unfurled, let's warn the world
Of what we're proud to be.. (baby, yeah)

[Repeat Chorus and fade
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012 These Are The Times

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

504 Boyz - We Bust

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(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 Bust

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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Saafir the Saucee Nomad Crawl Before You Ball

Benzino - Figadoh

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop Dogg]
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)

[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean

[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x]
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do

[Chorus 2x]

[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
f-ck Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f-ck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, f-ck these hoes

[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!

[Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs]
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Benzino Figadoh

BENZINO - Figadohfeat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Snoop Dogg]
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)

[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean

[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x]
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do

[Chorus 2x]

[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
f-ck Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f-ck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, f-ck these hoes

[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!

[Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs]
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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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Bizkit Limp: Doing Time On The Rock Line Performed only on

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio.
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia".
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio,
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys

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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Joni Mitchell - CAREY

Artist: Joni Mitchell
Music Album: Blue
(Music Song Lyrics):
The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne

Oh Carey get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine

Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town

Come on, Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you

Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
Or maybe I'll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room
But let's not talk about fare-thee-welIs now
The night is a starry dome.
And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matalla Moon

Come on, Carey, get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
You're a mean old Daddy, but I like you

The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here
But, it's really not my home
Maybe it's been too long a time
Since I was scramblin' down in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white linen
And that fancy French cologne

Oh Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on my finest silver
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe
Have fun tonight
I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight
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Adam Ant - Ant Rap

Artist: Adam Ant
Music Album: Prince Charming
(Music Song Lyrics):
Adam ant/marco pirroni

Put some wax on the trax and slide on onta here
Hane hane hane hane hane

Hatchets in the corner ears to the ground
Improve to the groove get down to the sound
Buttons and bows and bleu blanc rouge
All things lively must be used
Liberte, egalite, au jour d'hui c'est tres tres tres
Voici l'opportunite nous incroyables

I got the moves they got the grooves
Summoned the gods and they all approved
Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf
Bit of a rap thing going for myself
This gold on the teeth's no sense at all
It only matters when it's on the wall

I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again:

Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the se-y south
We're all singing i have the mouth
In the naughty north and in the se-y south
We're all singing i have the mouth
I have the mouth

So tired of anarchists looking at me
Don't need their credibility
"destroy," they say, "defy! condemn!"
As long as you don't destroy them
With twenty years of drugs and drink
I thought the time had come to think
About standing up and saying that
It's tragedy and such old hat

I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again:

(i got) marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the se-y south
We're all singing i have the mouth
In the naughty north and in the se-y south
We're all singing i have the mouth
I have the mouth

These happy feet are all we need
Summoned the gods and they all agreed
These feet won't stop they're in such a hurry
I knock it on the head and i go for a curry
Staying sober can be neat
Get drunk on these here happy feet
Keep on trying to pin me down
"why a title for your sound?"
I'm standing here with my four men
Let's do this rapping thing again:

I got marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the se-y south
We're all singing i have the mouth...

And i have the mouth
And you have the mouth
And they got the mouth
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Chubb Rock - The Night Scene

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
The night time is an ill time cause nuff crime
Happens that never gets aired on the prime
Tv stations, public relations
Gives the okay for what gets aired in the nation
You got the whole world lookin at "i love lucy"
Talented bitches on the corner sellin pussy
A variety'll give your friend for a 10=spot..
.. christians doin rimshots!
Do more heads than barbershops will
Open their legs to the public for a meal
Damn it's a shame, the shit looks unreal
College graduates sometime kneel
Check out the crack scene over there
Those two motherf-ckers gonna make about a million this year
Sell to their friends for a benz
Kill their race for a taste
For what they call or see as being the good life
Gold nuggets, lots of ducats
Beeper number 1-800-asshole
Sellin stone so we can see your bones
Cause most crackheads don't have fat legs
Skull all soft, it can crack like eggs
You fiend for the flavor, steal for the hit
Grandma's walkin home, so you bust her shit
Send her to the hospital - for twenty bucks
Beam for a half an hour - that's f-cked
Other (?) your high, for a few stay low
Ten minutes later, you need some blow
So you'll eventually croak - maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good life - no you want coke
Now come the robbers, they just steal
They move like cats - some on crack
They'll vic anything up to jeeps
These motherf-ckers play for keeps
They'll do anything that's on their mind
They come nine deep, plus pack nines
They don't care - won't shed no tears
Don't try to appeal for pity cause it's silly
They wear polo coats, baseball caps
The elderly is the main course and the snack
These young kids that leave their cribs
Hang on the streets, then these squids
Slide up on the scene with a certain lean
And then slide out but they're countin your green
And now you're vexed and you want to redeem
But it's a different world with different rules:
The night scene

Yo baby check this out
Times is gettin kinda hard, youknowhati'msayin?
Yo bitch, you gonna have to get me some serious money
Out this motherf-cker, youknowhati'msayin?
You better go out there and,
Find some friends for five dollars or some shit
Cause y'know, if i don't get my money
You know what's gonna happen right?
Somebody gonna get hurt out this motherf-cker
You know that, you know that

The night time is a different time to flow
You gotta know the rules or they'll let you know
Your heart can't take the pressure, of the scene
Periphreal vision and decisions must be keen
Cause this is a place that's far from clean
Apocalypse now - but later on you say it's a dream
But it's not a dream, it's reality
Stand on the corner and you're a goner
Go home and chill under your mom's wing
I will sing, hopefully bring
A new alternative to make some green
But stay home - not the night scene - come on!

What? yo where the motherf-ckin money at huh?
Nah i don't wanna hear nuttin about no
College and tuition shit
I just want my motherf-ckin money - now bitch!
So let's do this alright?
You ain't holdin out tonight
Cause i'll fly that motherf-ckin head
Right about now, okay?
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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