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Though I'm missing you (Although I'm missing you) I'll find a way to get through (I'll find a way to get through) Living without you 'Cause you were my sister, my strength, and my pride Only God may know why, still I will get by I would've known, that you had to go But so suddenly, so bad How could it be, not a straight memory worthy of All that we had made Now that you're gone, every day I go on (I go on) But life's just not the same (life's just not the same) I'm so empty inside, and my tears I can't hide But I'll try, I'll try to face the pain *Repeat Oh, there was so many things That we could have shared, uh-huh And time was on our side (time was on our side) Ooh, yeah Now that you're gone, I can still feel you near So I'll smile, with every tear I cry *Repeat How sweet, were the losses to spare? But I'll wait for the day When I'll see you again, see you again, yeah *Repeat I'm missing you |
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1 - What's it gonna be Cuz I can't pretend Don't you wanna be more than friends Hold me tight and don't let go Don't let go Have the right to loose control Don't let go I often tell myself That we could be more than just friends I know you think that if we move to soon It would all end I live in misery when you're not around And I won't be satisfied 'till we're taking those vows There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking Oh, lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking I often fantasize The stars above are watching you They know my heart and speak to yours Like only lovers do If I could wear your clothes I'd pretend I was you and loose control There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking Oh lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking, oh yeah Running in and out my life has got me so confused You gotta make the sacrifice Somebody's got to choose We can make it if we try for the sake of you and I Together we can make it right |
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| 4. |
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Bone, bone, bone . . . Wasteland soldiers. These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives]. I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever. Come and look deeply in my eyes. [with layzie: my eyes] I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever, and ever. Bone, bone, bone . . . We gotta prepare, gotta prepare, gotta prepare for eternal warfare. Only time will tell who dies. These are the days of our lives. [layzie: only time will tell . . .] Come look deeply in my eyes. These are the days of our lives. See the murder mold our lives. [layzie: see the murder mold.] These are the days of our lives. [layzie: these are the days of our lives.] These are the days of our lives. Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs. [with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.] With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors. [with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.] Eternal your thugs. here i come, tellin' 'em soldier stories. been daily collectin' my lesson, went out on a quest and without any question, stressin', no restin', we journey. this blessin' s N' the game, rearrangin' thangs, 'cause most the world was bringin' me down. mesmerized, controlled by the other side, and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . . Wish: . . . but he won't get me in time, fuckin with bone, and he's likin' these rhymes. we rhyme, better believe, it's all the time, nigga, we 'live. we straight up soldiers [soldiers]. better hea T i told ya [told ya]. we rob before we go broke, man, we robbin' y'all, all a y'all, all a y'all. Y'all my dogs. if ya call or ya fall, depend on that nigga whenever, and i will be there. lean on me, but let us get rid of the enemies makin' me sayin', "now why, oh, why?", but if Hink you can hang, then . . . Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs. [with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.] With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors. [with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.] Thuggin' in the studio, y'all know we roll hydro. everytime we rhyme, i'm high. look at me deeply in my eyes. i rise to the top of the game. nowhere did i have to run, now way did i have to . sherm, but a lot of niggas won't learn, but the money that i earn, won't burn, so come again. Better watch that mac-10, nigga. this one's for me and my friends. we steadily rollin'. i told ya. keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones. pap. pap. put it all on the ground, yeah bone H, we used to get down [get down] with a clack back, put on the ground, now get down. Well, it must be ghosts who stroll, when i roll, but they ain't gon' get in, though. i'm sittin' alone in my window. little eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold, [it's so cold]. lil' bizzy got S from the peeps the streets, and none of these police holice know me, still wanna him cuffed up, bitch. no peace, no peace. Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs. [with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.] With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors. [with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.] And it ain't no mystery that biz still be yellin', bailin', pullin' into me city. study ripsta's scripture, sista, receive me, i'm off. "hey, weeders 'til the end [end], maybe double me u Get one for my friend. twenty-twin, twin, we're biddin' on bud [on bud], start the bid at a fin. so, who wanna bag? who wanna bag? you wanna bag? you gotta bag. sold." send him outt Door to liquor store for the blunts to roll. only my lord can tell who dies. so pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together of our lives. My lordy lord maintain. it's hard 'cause i'm a soldier at war. 'cause everybody wanna try to bring out the devil in me, but they're evil, and better believe weed keeps me at ease. take notes, O, 'cause here it comes. that murder mo comin' to carry you, oh, you, oh. we're lovin' this shit, when they pullin' the gauge out [murder]. hey, they put it up to your temple, and we blow you Ins out. die. Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs. [layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.] With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors. [with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.] Only time will tell who dies. Come look deeply in my eyes. See the murder mold our lives. These are the days of our lives. |
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| 4:18 |
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Ha Ha Ha Uh Yeah Yeah While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits Nineteen ninety six that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones Busta Rhymes in the place to be Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down son Blow the spot up one shot Yo check it out Aeiyo son I get busy each and every day Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way So many niggas just away Talking shit on mics with nothing to say When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through? That's me I'll take the mics just overview Ha, who, ha Tell me just what you wanna do Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new Steady solid gold posting like Marilyn Macu Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue You don't have a clue, of the proper number of my crew How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes Any time you wanna set it off I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Huh! Yo! I be the absolute wicked and that's your first warning When you start falling, my name you will be calling Who's that? You wake up to every single morning, that's me Busta Rhymes with the loudest talking Living to regret what they did to you, stay talking Talking shit you better watch how you be walking Coming through so that you all can really see Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality Ha, check your self nigga Just count from one to three Then I hit you off with another new stylee A-hee, A-hee-hee Dedicated to MC's Break you off something with so much new ferocity So hot, I will burn off your calories Chase you all down like I was your worst enemy Better believe this nigga set it Fuck around and I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Yo, yo, yo, yo I be that nigga that you can't see Breaking shit down in all actuality All y'all niggas who misbehave Better count your blessings or make your grave Uh, this goes out to all the ones who talk trash Bring the noise nigga, we will bust your ass If you really wanna set it off I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it : Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby Don't you do something that will catch up with you Watch your back before you die Don't you do something that you live to regret Or feel the heat so bad baby ( to with chanting in background |
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| 4:00 |
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Angel hold on to me Love is all around me Angel hold on to me Or come closer To me Don't go Don't leave me Angel hold on to me Love is all around me So sad that You love her like the stars above So sad that you love her Hold on hold on Ah ha ah ha hold on to me Ah ha ah ha hold on to me Angel hold on to me I come closer to you It's paradise you take me to Ah Ah ah ah aha h 'cause I love your love Always free Ah ahhhh ah ah ah ahhhh ah ah |
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| 3:51 |
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1 - Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin'
I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin' Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 ?? I'm 'bout to catch a charge Bitches that think they hard get snuffed Fuck the bodygaurd They need to shut the fuck up, or step to me All they can do is be mad at me Bitch, don't threaten me Niggas don't know I'm nice with these You pay the price with these Come by this pisces, your life cease You couldn't see my if you looked at my life like Mary Your style is cheesy How you gon' beef? You dairy Better bewarey, cuz if it's necessary Be shoot the joint, I'll leave you somethin' for the tooth fairy And all you rappers sellin' more sex than skill, chill I'll rip your style, all the while keep my sex appeal Don't get it twisted yo, I never really favored you And I was raised by my niggas from the Flavor U So fuck givin' props where they ain't due, fuck you And that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you too I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs And you'll never be the woman that your father was Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south Next bitch say somethin' worse, goin' in your mouth Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Another bitch after my crown but I don't hate her Cuz she couldn't come up if she was gettin' fucked in the elevator What, you thought I wouldn't check your chin? Though I was your fuckin' friend? See you and speak, tonight all that shit ends Don't act extra, where you from? High post on low income and then some Ready to leave your gums numb Listenin' to you is like wack sex A premature ejactulation A quickie, that gets me stressed You're doin' it but it don't thrill me Bitch, you know you feel me Don't get scared now, time to face the real me I'm ready to break my foot off in your anal Ready to bring you some pain yo Comin' up with that playdough Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of Lil' Kim We know bootleg, Korean, coughin', schemin' ho I know it's bootleg cuz they misspelled "misquito" What's worse? Your press-ons, hair or gear? I should buy your contract, put your ass on hold for another year You picked the wrong one, so bring your click Now we can handle this like ladies Or care to smoke other shit Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Makes ya feel like rappers be on some bandwagon shit But I gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics >From toastin' too many spirits Fuck all these cheesy bum bitches fakin' these riches Niggas representin' for these real live niggas, '96 What the deal? Chicks pimpin' they sex appeal How you feel? (stupid!) Got the still now, dead up in your grill Bout to go up in your raw, so you industry whore Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss Overload your hold on piece, when I rock shit like this You can't flip, cuz ? be gettin' twisted (what?) All that high shit that you be smokin' got you buggin' Think that you could step to my crew? We be nut smugglin' Turnin' rough niggas and the bitch is like "what?" |
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| 3:22 |
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No ego trippin', just growin' old All up when I'm feelin' cold 'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feel Watchin' my family fall apart, was all I never wanted to see 'Cause I got love for one another I'd kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrong At times I'm gon' do what I got to do to come through every scary moment Just brought us closer which kept us down Remember them days when southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round So out the reds to wet it And say they actin' brains, relaxin' And steady stackin' and pistol packin' And trackin' is tired I set it off! I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money" See, I used to wear my shoes until I couldn't no more Now I hit the store, when the lace get old I wear Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like Calvin I relate to my folks To make you think this 'bout my third album This supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purple So watch this full circle Black wire touch red Red wire touch black Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some gator backs And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I make He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapes Ya know what I'm sayin' Who gives a damn about catchin' a charge It's been a while since I seen my boys One time for my potnas who got out today Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away Okay (that's right) I just got to say Two times for the crook who just got away It done got so quiet now, I can here a rat piss On cotton, one apple sport the whole Barrel rotten What it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin' At the same time This God's way, you dug your own grave The righteous path was laid But you chose to go astray Ay, out the war shit Wakin' up in a cold sweat Through the same ol' skit Genocide >From the inside, look a pit You lie, never killed nobody Let's take it to the ol' school No you can't Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish s Don't stare Can't help the crooked look It came with the face I used to steal from my folks But now I'm straight Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books Ooh You missin' somethin' of value We have you, got you Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin' Nobody knows the trouble I have seen My homeboy MD write me from the ? 24-7, hell or Heaven, it ain't no tellin' Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felon They gave him 10, do 3, self year, probation Law leaders not, unto no temptation Yall know how it be You make a monkey move, lay yourself on the street You'll understand me They don't care nuttin' 'bout you In that cold cell Can't do nuttin' but take what them folk give me I'm dead serious Them folk givin' away time Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the sun shine One time for them niggas who got out today And my folks on stokes ?? just westward on Olympian Way Uh-huh And I just got to say Two times for the crook who just got away "Uh-huh.. Believe that.." "Uh-huh.. Believe that.." |
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I've been waitin' much too long to get it on It's the same old song, now correct me if I'm wrong I got the hots, you got the lights steamin' like 100 watts Ready to blow a fuse, nigga you'se about to lose If you pass on this, I got the butta kiss So you can't resist Now I'mma get you, by all means necessary I'm never secondary, no need to worry I ain't gon' settle for no one I ain't gon' give you no reason to say no And if I give you a notion That only signals I'm ready for you to come on Baby, wait 'til 'morrow Don't leave Stay a while boy Hear me out I've been waiting for you To bring your lovin' on Come on, come on Come on Oh don't be shy boy, come on now We've talked about this for quite some time You know you want me, oh baby And I want you So boy don't front Say you will be my... Hot damn, now here he come again I wanna share my world and let the nigga in I'm made up of sugar and spice, and everything nice I got a lot of goodies for a woody with a hoody So how are you? You puttin' out the fire or what? Bring out the best in me, ain't you got no guts? All this time I've been anticipatin' Come on love, I'm through with the waitin' Come on (plug one, one, plug two) |
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| 4:54 |
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Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Come on y'all Don't stop y'all Gotta make y'all rock, y'all Come on y'all Don't stop y'all Stevie gotta make ya rock, y'all All the money in the world Couldn't matter to this With my bro' speaking Yiddish All you cats hear this The arms of Ray Laying low in the kill Powder blue With the cuts in the jewels Babe, please, I'll push you back like a cuticle Even though you beautiful Straight pipes screwing you Turned you out Smoked you out Let it go baby Shoulda closed your mouth, Uh Every now and then it invades my mind Some have missed a place through the hard times From the 9 to 5 or just a world they see But get your boogey shoes, there's a remedy I insist that you relax and let it go I insist that you believe it's gonna get better I insist you understand right now you can't do nothin better So let it go 1 - Everybody's out on the floor, don't you know Can't do nothin better, so let it go Set your troubles free Dance with me Loose control Let it go Every now and then it seems hard to find Some have lost their way of loving peace of mind And if there's any pain or hostility Well get down on the floor cuz there's a remedy I insist that you be down and ready to party I insist that you relax and let it go I insist that you believe it's gonna get better I insist you understand right now you can't do nothin' better So let it go 1 Let it go Guess it's time to let it go Even if your feelings show It's ok to let it go Guess it's time to let it A one-two, a one-two, a one-two Come on y'all Don't stop y'all Stevie gotta make it rock y'all Even then When you peep me in the Benz And this guy's dense But you still chose your friends It's your fault Breezing your passport Tell your main source how star's be the boss Ray J You know that cat don't play Beamer grey Meet your sister half way It's all world Watch your cake all get swirl Baby girl Take that diamonds and your pearls Bet that Hit Philly on the Amtrak Hot tracks Only let the dough stacks Confidential Kept frosting all your presidential It's a shame how I touch your mental At the raw It's all about platinum broads Bronze and stars Frontin' in some fancy cars Make you think That you really had my bank Later for now Well, let me buy you a drink 1 Can't do nothin better, so let it go 1 |
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| 4:20 |
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Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand. Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand. I'm goin down to shot my ol' lady, I caught her messin' 'round with another man. Oh Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down, Hey Joe, Joe, I heard you shot your lady down, Shot her down town. Yes I did, I shot her. 'Cause I caught my woman foolin 'round So I shot her down town. She gave me the gun, And I shot her. Hoooooo hoo hoo. Well Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Well Hey Joe, Joe, where you gonna run to now? Where ya gonna run to? I'm goin' way down south. Way down Mexico way. I said-a, I'm way down south, baby, Way down where I can be free. Ain't no-one gonna find me. Go, Ain't no hangman gonna, Ain't no hangman that's gonna put a noose around me. No no ain't no-one gonna find me, No-one gonna find me. Hey Joe, Said there ain't no hangman gonna, No, no. No, no. No, no-ho. Hey Joe, No, no, don't go. Don't go |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2007-10-31 02:20:54
Subject : 셋 잇 오프 ost - Don't let go(En Vogue) / Missing you(Brandy, Tamia, Gladys Knight, Chaka Kahn)
