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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...... |
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(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)) |
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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 |
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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 |
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| 4:21 |
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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 |
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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 |
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[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 |
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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] |
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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] |
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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) |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-04-29 16:13:19
Subject : Hardball(하드볼) OST
