Hardball (하드볼) by Mark Isham [ost] (2001) by Mark Isham (보컬) on maniadb.com

Fundisha:
Compare me not for who I am
is what I feel and
what I feel is who I am
for each note, each word is my own expression
is what I am feeling which is inspired by God
no-one can possibly feel what I feel for
there is only one me
and mean in such a way that I'm stand alone
I live for creativity and song
that's why I was created to express myself
to you to her to him and let you know how real it is
it's so real that my music must make a difference
change hearts, wounds bring forth light
awake the dead, despite the bad relationships
misunderstood woman, man or child
it all comes down to this
the god that lives in me lives in you
and I must let my light shine so yours can also
it's time it's way overdue
hear me, feel me
hear him, feel him
open up your years and listen ( open up your ears and listen)
open up your heart feel
don't turn away, don't run you
can't a for he's too real , he's too real

Beat plays......

(Mannie Fresh)
"True Story.. Fa shoooe-zy."

(Mannie Fresh (Verse 1))
Who rock *shit* that you never seen befo'?
The Jordans go to me, then Mike, then the sto'.
Two-way beepers.. with built in speakers.
Three inch woofers.. one inch tweeters.
The one and only.. Mac-like-roni,
Shive-like-Rob, *bitch* and Pretty-like-Tony,
Trucks.. big leather rotatin' beds.
((MEOWW!)) Siberian tiger spreads.
They call me "Emmit" cause I only ride twenty two's,
Emmit Smith, number "22".. Get it dude?
Smoke so much, body smell like... weed.
If I got cut Cristal is what I'd bleed.
Got money? Then *bitch* come early.
Got a Benz, come out in 2030.
Cartier frames that make me look nerdy...
Now who's the baller now WHARDIE???

(Lac (Chorus 2x))
Go-on hate me.. You can't break me.
Used'to ride new *shit*, but not none lately.
Wha'sup *nigga?* Still ride old schools?
'84 Cutlass with the European lights fool.

(Baby (Verse 2))
Give me a "dove", and watch how I flip the *bitch*..
One, two, three, four, five slick.
Uno.. dos'e... Bentley's and Rover's,
Jag's, Hummer's, Rag's... it's over!
Put the kit up, *nigga*, let's break it down.
Hit the curb, bust the tires, I'm *fucked* up now.
Whip my wheel.. twenty inches.
Catch my thrills.. I been pimpin.
Look, I ice my life.. *Fuck* what's right!
Twenty on the four-wheel.. fit it tight.
Do..nuts...in a truck.
Corvette lights.. on a pickup.
Baby girl on the bus.... jump off!
Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break off!
Bentleys on Gold D's...
*Niggas* say I'm trippin' but ya'll *niggas* gon' let me be me.
Whodi! Let me live this life..
Whodi! I done earned my stripes..
I'm Gold'ie! I'm a pimp for life..
I'm Platinum! Let me shoot the dice..

(Lac (Chorus 2x))

(Stone (Verse 3)) Look...
I push a kitted, tinted Lex. Steering wheel on the right.
Bubble-eye, eggshell, with the extra pipes.
Rich *nigga*, I got money to buy extra life.
Now I'm mind'ed to be in hell to try to make me trife.
So it's my life to live with three strikes on me?
With a .4-5 in my six to keep the lights off me.
Like I'm a seven-figure *nigga* draped ice, homie.
And for eight or nine years, Ten been the price for a key..

(Verse Four: Lac)
I got some *shit*.. Why not stunt?
This is much bigger then broke *niggas* with gold fronts,
Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz..
Got quarters on my trucks, and a hatch full'uh Punch.
Got a Bentley and a Jag, *nigga*...
With some twenty-inch Mag, *nigga*...
License plate say "Bad *Nigga*"..
Got a new bike, chromed and stretched.
Got a 50 for my son that I love to death...

(Lac (Chorus 4x))

C'mon c'mon yeah~ c'mon yeah~
oh oh oh oh oh~ c'mon yeah~ oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me know
See don't be trippin'
when you see us in the club,
Just show a little love, represent your side like me
Cuz round here if you slip you catch a hot on
Twelve shotgun, couple of 'em got one
Belvedere in the rear of the club,
pulled up on dubs
And we bout 2 go and buy the bar up,
SO SO, 4 sure
We ain't playin', hang with no lames,
if you bumpin' say it....
A where the party at?
Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You know I can't 4get about my thugs,
where the party at?
And all my girlz, where the party at?
Off in the club, where the party at?
If the parties where you at,
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me know
All the girlz in the club in their best outfit,
just showin' that skin
Tryin' 2 make a ni wanna spit,
where you been girl?
You and your friend need 2 come 2 the back
Where we got it locked down at,
in your white t-shirt, or a 3 piece suit
Don't matter what you wear,
all that matters is who you with
Some jiggy and some straight grinding,
all up in the club trying 2 have a good time.
A where the party at?
Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You know I can't 4get about my thugs,
where the party at?
And all my girlz, where the party at?
Off in the club, where the party at?
If the parties where you at,
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me hear you say
Somebody show me where the party at dirty,
somewhere where it's crackin' right around 130
Never get stuck 2 early,
comin' as is (hey) do-rags and tims
I'm rollin' fast in (hey),
this little Jag and Benz, with the rolls,
not the one with the stem
The one with the rims, the one that seem
2 make more enimies then friends
I'm slidin' in pass those (hoes)
Both eyes close, both arms froze,
both charms rolls, with the S O S O D E dot F
Buyin' bottles bottles,
until there ain't none left
I'm QUICK 2 go left, I blaze with no ref,
I Jams mo than Def baby show me the club.
I'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at?
(Come on ya'll), I'm a mix it with the Chris
Baby what's wrong with that?
We in the VIP twisted, down right splifted
2 way a nigga do a nigga like you miss me.
A where the party at?
Girl is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You know I can't 4get about my thugs,
where the party at?
And all my girlz, where the party at?
Off in the club, where the party at?
If the parties where you at,
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
The party's way around
let me hear you say.... oh oh oh oh oh~
if the parties where you're at, let me know
Left side just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Right side just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Everybody put your hands up, throw 'em
When the beat come back around,
everybody do it again.
Do the east side run this mutha 4 ya (hell yeah)
Do my south side run this mutha 4 ya (hell yeah)
And them haters ain't hittin' on, ain't talkin' bout,
and they look like....
if the parties where you're at, let me hear you say

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet,
is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3,
I got the chronic by the tree
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
If you got a gun up in your waist
please don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight
who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee
Straight up honey really I'm askin
Most of these niggaz think
they be mackin but they be actin
Who they attractin with that line,
"What's your name what's your sign"
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo [truuuueee]
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi
smoke l's while you do me
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
If you got a gun up in your waist
please don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight
who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee
[How ya livin Biggie Smallz] In mansion and Benz's
Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin live optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure,
so grams I had to measure
However living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
[Honey check it
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Shit we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah... keep bangin]
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
If you got a gun up in your waist
please don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight
who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee

Intro - RL]
Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from
North side, yeah, ghetto
Minneapolis, ghetto
I'm from the, ghetto
You know how we do, yeah

[Chorus]
For my people down South with gold in their mouth
For my people out East with a key in the couch
For my people out West that be bangin' it out
We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (We)
For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails (Ooh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto

[Verse 1 - Posta Boy]
You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
My house so packed somebody gotta sleep in the tub
On the block niggas talkin' about they bust their gats
But soon as the cops come niggas flush their crack
Why you stuntin' in the hood with a Mercedes Coupe
Still livin' with your mother, you a baby duke
You know all Harlem World and Minneapolis
Sittin' in the Caddilac we strap to this
Act straight it's the kid from the Tex
Posta, came to get it down wit the kid from Next
Black and white, America is like a raccoon
In my building the elevator is the bathroom
Ya'll know what the dizzeal, me and RizL
Real, recognize rizzeal

[Verse 2 - RL]
I didn't always have the six
I didn't always have the crib
So I gotta rep where I'm from
Even tho I live where I live
Back when I was a kid
How the city used to give
My momma money for groceries,
Brown cartons of cheese
And vouchers for everything
Yeah
No matter how far I've come
I'll still represent where I'm from
I'm ghetto

[Chorus]
For my people down South with gold in their mouth
For my people out East with a key in the couch (Yea, yea, yea)
For my people out West that be bangin' it out
We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto
For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves (So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto

[Verse 3 - RL]
We run around with vice, Lords and G's
Russel Avenue a block after Queens
Roll in Cadilac, stoned D's
Grab Paulie and me and Nicky D's
It was me and J-Z
We in the park talkin' crazy
Now it's all good baby
Even after I got hooked up with KayGee
Yeah
No matter how far I've come (No matter)
I still represent where I'm from ('cause I'm)
I'm ghetto (Ghetto yeah)

[Chorus]
For my people down South with gold in their mouth
For my people out East with a key in the couch
For my people out West that be bangin' it out (I represent)
We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (The ghetto)
For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails (Uh-huh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves (So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health (Yeah yeah)
We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (R-Hockey Stick yo)

[Verse 4 RL Rap]
From the ghetto, hood, gutta, street
Don't sleep 'cause I'm R&B
What you know about checks on the 1st and 15th?
New kicks on the 1st and 15th
1328 RussellAve where
Cats used to hustle bad
With them wife killas and them 1-0 bags
Ha you don't understand me man
What you know about bein' frozen
With the furnace broken
So you sleepin' with the oven open
I been greedy always wantin' a mil, still
Nigga hungry even after the deal
I went from bein' poor, to Billboard
From the corner store, to the record store
My (Ghetto) and Postaboy
We ghetto

[Chorus]
For my people down South with gold in they mouth
For my people out East with a key in the couch
(Oh talkin' bout the ghetto)
For my people out West that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
For all my ladies that got airbrush on they nails
A little fire roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for they health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

[Bridge RL]
If you've ever had vouchers before
Bill-collectors knockin' at your door
Ran outta gas on the side of the road
Then you ghetto
Land Lord had to change the locks
Left your shit out front in a box
You tried to break in and he called the cops
Then you ghetto

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

I was in a tunnel
And couldn?t see the light
And whenever I?d look up
I couldn?t see the sky
Sometimes when I?m standing
It seems like I done walked for miles
And my heart could be cryin?br />Dead in the middle of a smile

But then I climbed the hills
And saw the mountains
I hollered help ?cause
I was lost
Then I felt the strong wind
Heard a small voice sayin?br />
Refrain:
The storm is over
The storm is over now
And I can see the sunshine
Somewhere beyond the clouds
I feel Heaven, yeah
Heaven is over me
Come on and set me free

Now in the midst of my battle
All hope was gone
Downtown in a rushed crowd
And felt all alone
And every now and then
I felt like I would lose my mind
I?ve been racin?for years
And still no finish line

But then I climbed the hills
And saw the mountains
I hollered help ?cause
I was lost
Then I felt the strong wind
And then a small voice sayin?br />
Refrain

Somehow my beginning
Stepped right in
Then faith became my friend
And now I can depend
On the voices of the wind
When it?s sayin?br />sayin?br />
Refrain

[Da Brat talking]
Shut cho' ass up girl, ha ha
Ya know, I bought me some diamonds
Show em' what cha' bought me
Ya know, I'll show myself off, ya dig ha ha ha
They hate me, ya know they gon' hate me, ha ha oh Lord

[Hook x2]
Take me out to the ballgame
Spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

[Verse 1]
This chick here gets thicker each year
And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear
Mommie dearest keepin' it clean and clear
My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear
We veer to the left, why
Cause that's how So So Def ride
We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi
We leaves no traces, we just glide
Lay back and switch side to side
We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn
It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm
Well I'll consider it, maybe
Show me ya tongue baby
And i'm sure that I could make it all gravy
All bases gotta be loaded
So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz, or my Rover
Take me out and be my Casanova
Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I never get back
I'ma root, root, root for my home team
Cause we always win and it's a shame
That it's one, two, three strikes for you
At the old ballgame
Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it
Your chances of winning
Is lookin' itty bitty so stop grinnin'
You just diggin' a deeper ditch
You hidin' in the dugout from the feature chick
I'll put cha' lights out, pitch fast or slow
Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on
Is goin' goin gone
I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals
And white socks and afros are my accessories, worth a fortune
Please believe if ya checkin' for me
I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Let me tell ya bout So So
You should thank me, I'm no joke
Like the Yankees
I'm so funky, that it's stankie
My wrist so chunky
That people stare at it and be like naw, it can't be
But it is and it shall be forever more
J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough
You can't help me if ya paper low
If you broke it's unhealthy, we can't grow
I'ma be on my own these days
If you don't like it you can go away
Relocate, it's OK, hit the pavement
I'm Chicago Cub'n it and Atlanta Brave'n it
This is my covenant, you can not invade it
And I cannot be faded
So try to just eradicate it from ya brain
Go get a job at the hot dog stand
I need big thangs boo, you don't like that
I don't give a fuck, fuck you

[Hook x6]

[Da Brat talking]
Game right, hit cha' a home run
Strike out a few times, it's all good
You gon' learn something like that
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Hit all three of them bases
And swing it on home baby
So So Def styel, Brat-tat-tat
Hardball, J to the D
Ya dig

Uh-huh (Yeah) Yo
It's this little shorty, knowhaI'mean
It's real (It's like it's rough)
What I'm supposed to do ya'know (It's real rough baby)
Yo, (Hold ya head, hold ya head dunn) Yeah

[Havoc]
It's bad enough I gotta grow up the fast way
These things going on got me thinkin they the last days
Tryin to come up, but shorty with a plan
Doin my best but can't see the promise in my land
These older cats wildin out over turf dog
I'm caught in the middle and it can't get worse
Just the other day I saw my homie wheeled off in a hearse
So used to it, it don't even hurt
My heart's numb, guess that's the Dunn Dunn
Can't speak on it, 'less you been where I come from
Stuck like bubble gum with no help from anyone
Moms got four others -- my four younger brothers
We're not supposed to do the tender age of ten
Dog, we're in the same boat I can't turn to my friends
Fore I lay me down to sleep pray to God that I'll see the next day
And do my best, hope these streets don't get me

CHORUS: Havoc (Prodigy) 2x

(It's real) Keep that park open
Baby I just wanna play
(Uh-huh) Keep that park open
Baby I just wanna play
(No doubt) Keep that park open
Baby I just wanna play
(That's right) Keep that park open
Baby I just wanna play

[Prodigy]
Yo' baby, I'm strugglin for crumbs, survivin the unheard of
Growin up amongst the violence and drugs
Growin up against the world and such (Uh-huh)
We the young black future of the world and plus
We the team that'll crush anybody you bring
We the one that's gon' hold it down, it's no thing no sweat
It barely take no strength, you cowards ain't built for this
(And it's real) All we wanna do is hit the park
Play all day and night without a care in the world
But it's drama in my hood, sho' it's hard to chill
You gotta stay on point and sharp as hell
Dunn, we just wanna have fun
I just wanna be with my dawgs, cuz we all we got
Don't why it is, but that's how it is
I just wanna be with my clique cuz that's where I fit

CHORUS

[Havoc]
(It's real) Where do I turn to, who do I console in?
I know I'm just a shorty but I want my wrist frozen nice
As I sat and thought many a nights
I could do the right thing or get read my rights
It's life, in the hood
Everything that look, it ain't
I stole base, now I'm runnin from home plate
Runnin from jake, sweat runnin down my face
And I can pay for every move I make

[Prodigy]
Just enjoy your youth, you only live once
Lil' dunn control yourself, learn discipline
And show some respect for others
Shit is serious on the street, you playin with fire
Concentrate on yourself and don't follow nobody
Hit them school books, so you ain't gotta borrow no money
These is jewels for you that you gon' wear forever
From us to y'all, now listen up to pa

CHORUS 2x

[Woman singer]
Mothers child
Has to go and travel into the wild
Lord she had a heavenly sky
Sweet saint he Lord
Thank you God
[Repeat]

Yo Bent, let's get to the club man

[Hook]
R-O-C, if this is what ya want
Then put cha' hands up high and keep em' up
My dudes, my dimes then this is what cha' get
All playa, makin' paper, breakin' haters represent
So So, let's go, the D to the EF
Now put cha' hands up high and keep em' up
Let's drink and smoke and tear the party up
Now put cha' hands up again and tell me who ya love

[Verse 1]
Clothes, cash, cars, glass
Mary Blige or the cranberry and naj
22 wenches are so often witches
A couple of mansions, a couple of Benz's
Flows is endless, dough tremendous
No one comprehends is the way I pen this
All of my men's is in jeans and Tims's
Came to get the club doors off the hinges
Wired right now, turn these lights down
The DJ booth's on fire right now
Middle of the club with the thugs, I'm iced down
Half grape juice, half papaya right now
All my ladies, let's be swayzie
My man got the Bentley, I got the Mercedes
So let's just say we, hit 280
And rep for the Bricks cause my hook is crazy

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Say (HIT ME ROC!)
All of the women in the club
Who love feelin' the villains and thugs
Say (HIT ME ROC!)
Maybe I will
But the dress, heels, head gotta be ill, but still
I tear they brain up with hella game
Numb chicks like novicaine every time I flow a game
The best that has ever came
Remember Mary Blige told you I was everything
It's still the same, reala game, illa chain
Used to pump cane up in Jersey, over where Lauryn Hill would hang
But now it's just an overseas villa thang
I love to hear my name, ladies would you say again

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Like this, like that, and like this and uh
My machine gun funks like Christopher
Now let me see y'all jump, bounce, get up
Puff something, pop something, slug till ya spit up
I'm so lit up
Used to have love fuckin' girls in my heart but my chain froze it up
You know what's up, 9-7 grid
I come through in a crooked letter UV
Dippin' missin' competitions
Only wishin' for the mortician
6-4 sits on hydro suspension (Bounce)
Manuscriptin' my intuition (Bounce)
Shine and glitzin' my mind is missin'
But any beat chu' find, the rhyme just sits in the loop (Uh huh)
And ain't no substitute
I'm a fly motherfucker all about the loot, come on

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
Say (PICK ME ROC!)
All of my mommies in the party, movin' they body
When you see me at the bar say (PICK ME ROC!)
Then show me ya thong, and it's on
Come on all my ladies sing along

[Hook]

Suddenly, it happened so fast
I couldn't believe the news that I received
My heart stopped as I hit the floor
I fell to my knees cryin' Lord help me

No matter what time brings
All the changes we go through
In life there's some things
We just can't prepare for

I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
Don't they know
True love never dies
I promise to love you for the rest of my life

Life goes on that's what they say
Time will heal all your pain away
But I feel, feel so alone and
Now you're gone how can I live on

No matter what time brings
All the changes we go through
In life there's some things
That we just can't prepare for

I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
Don't they know
True love never dies
I promise to love you for the rest of my life

Until I see you again
I'll hold on to sweet memories
I'll treasure the times we spent
I see I'd do anything
I see your face, I see your smile
Callin' out my name

I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
Don't they know true love never dies
I promise to love you for the rest of my life

I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

I don't care what they say
I don't care what they do
What they think
'Cause I promise, I promise
To love you for the rest of my life
(for the rest of my life)