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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
I'm a punk rock prom queen
Brown paper magazine Hotter than you've ever seen Everywhere and in between I'm a ten-ticket thrill ride Don't ya wanna come inside A five-star triple-threat Hardest of the hard to get No one's little red corvette Ain't seen nothing like me yet But it took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Cause you can't see that I'm the one I'm your late-night head rush Ace-high royal flush Red velvet orange crush You just don't impress me much A glossy double-cover spread Opened up inside your head A black-cherry paradise Half the sugar twice the spice I don't wanna treat you nice Come on baby roll the dice But it took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Can't see that I'm the one It took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Can't see that I'm the one But it took six whole hours And five long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late Can't see that I'm the one |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
Well he looks at me with those innocent eyes
And he says that it looks like your Wearing somekind of disguise Because your hair sticks up, your shoes are untied And I hope that you bought that shirt at half price And every word I say falls flat on the floor I try to tell a joke, he's heard it before And I don't think I can take it no more He's driving me right out my front door Why do you do what you do to me baby Shaking my confidence, driving me crazy You know if I could I'd do anything for you Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you. Can't you just pretend to be nice Can you at least pretend to be nice If could you just pretend to be nice Well everything in my life would be alright And I try so hard just to figure him out But he won't tell me what he's been thinking about And then he falls asleep on the living room couch With his sun glasses on and his tongue hanging out Then he disappears for a week at a time And then he shows up, just like everything's fine I don't get what goes on in his mind But I'm tired of hearing that same stupid line Why do you do what you do to me baby Shaking my confidence, driving me crazy You know if I could I'd do anything for you Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you. Can't you just pretend to be nice Can you at least pretend to be nice If could you just pretend to be nice Well everything in my life would be alright |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
Nanana lalala nananana na lalala
Nanana nanana yeah ahhhh 1 2 1 2 3 Spin around Come back home You're running out on a line Sometimes feel I'm going out of my mind Stunned here waiting for anyone to take the time Spin around We get further and further away Stunned here waiting for anyone To take the time To change my mind Well I've been staring at the sun some time Well it gets dark sometime but I don't mind And if your gonna take your I'm going blind I can't Get by this time Spin around Jump back Take another look at yourself You've been hot and all alone on a shelf Frozen waiting for anyone to change your mind Spin around And come back down Cause it's all getting clear Everything you've ever wanted was here Never need anyone to change your mind Don't waist our time Well I've been staring at the sun sometime Well it gets dark sometimes but I don't mind And if your gonna take your I'm going blind I can't get by this time Lalalalallaal lalalalal lalalala lalalalal la Lalala yeah ahhh Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalal lalalalal lalal Lalal yeah ahhh Spin around and around and around Never want to Come back down Spin around and around and around and around never Want to come Back down Cause everything you've lost I've found Ya ahhah Spin around and around and around and around Never want to come back down Cause everything you've lost I've found Ya ahhh Spin around and around and around Cause everything you lost I've found Lalal yeah ah Woyow |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
This is the place
Where I sit This is the part where I love You too much Is this as hard as it gets Cause I'm getting tired Of pretending I'm tough I'm here if you want me I'm yours You can hold me I'm empty I'm breaking Cause you don't see me And you don't need me And you don't love me And in the way I wish you were The way I love you could I dream a world where you understand That I dream a million sleepless nights I dream of fire when I'm touching your hand But it turns into smoke When I turn on the lights A speechless and faded It's too complicated Is this how the book ends? Nothing but good friends Cause you don't see me And you don't need me And you don't love me And you don't love me The way I wish you were Ahhh The way I wish you were Ahhh This is the place in my yard |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
Well I feel good yea I feel fine
I stop complaining all the time You'll get yours baby and I'll get loud Yea Don't be fooled by what you see In movies, magazines, and on TV Cause what do they know about you And me, yea We don't care what they say We'll be al-right We'll be okaaaay So stand up strait and stand up tall Aint got to waste your time at shopping mall So slam the door and let your hair down Crank it up Lets mess around Be who you are Cause you're a staaaaar You're a staaaaar Clean it up Mess around Tear it up Tear it down Crank it up Mess around Tear it up Cause your a staaaaar You are a staaaaar |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
You could say everythings no good
Cause you'll just say what everyone else would You could say that the sky is blue Cause I wonder who would ever not believe you Should've said this for so long So so looooong Shapeshifter Guest lister Big thinker you'll turn around ya diss her Gay crasher Rehasher If you think that's cool whatever dude Whatever dude You could say what she wants to hear Cause It's her car, and she let's the bum steer You could say that the fix is in But I don't believe it not for a minute Cause you like all the same songs You're all wrong you're just all wrong Shapeshifter Guest lister Big thinker you'll turn around ya diss her Gay crasher Rehasher If you think that's cool whatever dude Whatever dude Boys like you don't cost a dime You could say that fine fine fine fine fine But you know just as well as I that's a lie lie lie Lie Gay crasher Rehasher Big thinker you'll turn around and trash her Shapshifter Guest lister If you think that's cool Shapeshifter Guest lister Big thinker she'll turn around you'll diss her Gay crasher Rehasher If you think that's cool Whatever dude Whatever |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
I wish you well
Couldn't you tell after all these years I wish you well And a life in a world that your dreaming of I wish you well I wish you well I wish myself all of thee above What made me think That I could survive all this wear and tear It's not my thing To stand here and pose for some will and tell I wish you well I wish you well I wish myself all of thee above If there was a better time I could not find it It's mine not yours and Yours not mine and we couldn't hide it Don't take me on the ride with you It's a roller-coaster The only time I'd look at you Is on a rock and roll poster I wish you well Where are you now Couldn't you see through the sweat and tears I took my bow While you confirmed all my saddest fears I wish you well I wish you well I wish myself The world I'm dreaming of I wish you well I wish you well I wish myself all of thee above |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
Well I'm just out of school
Looking real real cool Gotta dance like a fool Got the message that I gotta Be a wild one Ewww ya I'm a wild one Gotta break it loose Gotta keep it moving wild Gotta keep it swinging baby I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild one and I like wild fun In a world gone crazy Everything seems hazy I'm a wild one Eww ya I'm a wild one Gotta break it loose Gotta keep it moving wild Gotta keep it swinging baby I'm a real wild child |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
I don't want to be your girlfriend
I'm just looking for a real good time alright Can you gaurentee me satisfaction need some action Gonna get it tonight So I'm telling my boyfriend that you never Met a girl like me before Not gonna wait a long time better make up your mind Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do You know I got my pick of any toy little boy Replaceable disposable fully action posable Their plenty more where you came from Don't just stand there looking dumb You're the lucky one Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do Are you in are you out Shake it up Shake it down Wanna scream Wanna shout Give it up Get it on Or get out Come on come come on come on come on come on Come on come on so come on Tell me what you wanna do So come on tell me what You wanna do |
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from Josie And The Pussy Cats (푸시캣 클럽) by John Frizzell [ost] (2001)
Josie and The Pussycats
Long tails and ears for hats Guitars and marshal stats Hot sweet super cool Don't you know these kitties rule We've been going over the master plan Driven in a pussin painted van Wrapped yourself for hours Don't you know No matter where you go We'll be on your radio Josie and The Pussycats Hot lips we'll give you that Stone foxes that's a fact Josie and The Pussycats Even though we're playing in our garage Soon we'll have a massive aunterauge Going triple platinum You'll just watch us climbing up the billboard charts Breaking records, breaking hearts Let's go Josie and The Pussycats Long tails and ears for hats We know just where it's at East west mam soul Guaranteed to rock the house Josie and The Pussycats Josie and The Pussycats |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[DMX] Arf arf Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit, is mine Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game Fuck what you heard It's what you hearin It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) [Verse 1] X gon give it to ya Fuck wait for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel Go hard gettin busy wit it But I got such a good heart I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again Cuz I am right so I gots to win Break break wit the enemy But no matter how many cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin me You motherfucker never wanted nothin But your wife said, that's for the light day I'm gettin down, down Make it say freeze But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo) Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play Get out my way [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya (Repeat Once) [Verse 2] Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you Whatever, whenever What the fuck you gon do? I'm a wool fin sheep clothing Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years Wanna fight me? Fight these tears I put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya (Repeat Once) [Verse 3] Aiiyo where my niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love and they give it back Talk to much for to long Don't give up your to strong (What?!) A dog to bow bow hug it Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya (Repeat Twice) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep 난 먹지도, 자지도 않을 거야 Ain't gonna breathe, 'til I see what I wanna see 내가 보고 싶은 걸 보기 전까진 숨쉬지도 않을거야 And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt 그리고 내가 보고 싶은 건, 니가 영원히 흙 속에 파묻혀 Permanently, you just bein hurt, this ain't gonna work 잠을 자는 거야, 고통스럽기만 하다니, 제대로 안 풀리는군 For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough 나에게는, 그런 것따윈, 충분하질 않아 Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies 왜냐하면 우린, 결국 서로 적이 될거거든 As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us 우리가 숨쉬는 한 말야, 절대로 우리 둘이서 Comin to terms, where we can agree 같은 의견에 도달할 거라고 믿지 않아 There ain't gonna be, no reasonin, speakin wit me 나랑 타협하려고 하지만 그럴 이유가 없잖아 You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles 내 자식에 대해 얘기하면, 난, 더 이상 영어로도 말하지 않아 So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless 우린 서로 싸울거야, 계속해서 말이지 You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh 니가 나랑 직접 대면하자는 데 찬성하지 않는 한 And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see 그렇게 우리가 서로 만나면, 넌 보게 될거야 A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen 한 번도 보지 못한, 악마가 내 안에서 풀려나오는 걸 And you're gonna see, this gangster pee on himself 그리고 알게 될거야, 이 갱스터는 자기에게 오줌을 눈다는 걸 I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help D-12가 보이는 군, 고마워, 하지만 도움은 필요없어 Me do this one all by my lonely 난 이걸 혼자서 해낼테니까 I don't need fifteen of my homies 내 친구 15명이나 필요하지 않아 When I see you, I'm seein you, me and you only 내가 널 볼 땐, 널 보는 거야, 나와 너 단 둘이 We never met, but best believe you gon' know me 한번도 만난적은 없지만, 날 알게 될거라고 믿는게 좋아 When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony 조금만 있으면, 네가 가짜 녀석이란 걸 보여주겠어 Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me 이리와 개년아, 보여줘, 내 몸을 잡아 던져줘 Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me 날 들어, 날 잡어, 마치 니가 내게 말했던 것처럼 You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful 그럴려고 했지, 내 생각대로군, 넌 정말 불쌍해 I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! 널 없애버리겠어, 모두다, Ja Rule 너도 그렇게 될거야! [Chorus] Now go to sleep bitch! 이제 잠이나 자 개년아! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes 죽어 개자식아 죽어! 어, 시간 끝이야 개년아, 눈을 감아 Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) 이제 잠이나 자 개년아!(뭐?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? 왜 아직도 살아있는 거야? 몇번이나 더 말해야 겠어, 눈 감으라니까? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) 그리고 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! 죽어라 개자식아 죽어, 안녕 개자식아 작별이다! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... 왜 아직도 살아있어? 왜, 죽어 개자식아, 아, 아, 아.. ...Go to sleep bitch! 잠이나 자 개년아! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous 우린 너네들을 긴장케하지 On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless 의도적으로, 너의 초점을 흐려, 넌 MC가 아니야, 넌 가치없는 인간 You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please 넌 갱스터가 아냐, 넌 서커스지, 넌 매력이 없어, 제발 You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third 넌 커튼이야, 넌 말을 하고, 멋있게 들리지, 2003년 속에 더럽혀진 말들 You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? 넌 잘난척만 해, 하나도 안 무서워, 누굴 받들지? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when 난 널 흙 아래로 가사로 묻어줘야 겠어 You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth 지구를 넘보면서 레이블 가지고 장난칠 때 Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth Shady다 개자식아, O. Trice의 탄생 And as I mold, I become a curse 그렇게 태어나면서, 난 저주가 되지 So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf 그리고 노래로 만들어, 거리로 가져나와 Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who 장전하고 당겨, 관에 도착하게 되는 그 녀석은 Depicts fiction in his verse 그의 노래에 픽션을 담지 And as I breathe, and you be deceased 내가 숨쉬면, 넌 죽어버리게 될거야 The world believe you deceived just to speak 이 세계는 너의 말이 거짓말이라고 믿고 있지 You'se not the streets, you'se the desk 넌 스트리트도 아니고, 넌 책상이야 Use not your chest nigga, use a vest 가슴을 쓰지마 임마, 방탄조끼를 써 Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death 우리 둘이 널 쉬게 해주마, 죽음을 선택하는 거야 Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt 6피트 아래로 깊이, 니가 진 빚이다 [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets 이봐 모두, 난 야수처럼 걷고, 거리처럼 말을 해 I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat 난 뉴욕에서 열기를 내며 불타올라 Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet 비트를 따라가, 내 발로 걸어가 Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet 내 고통을 이해해봐, 비는 진눈깨비가 아니지 Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going 내가 어떻게 움직이는지, 어디로 가는지 봐 Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin 새어나오지 않아, 자는 동안에는 몰라 But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life 하지만 난 계속 자라, 이 삶 속에서 커져가 Easy-going with the same one that started the fight 싸움을 시작했던 이유에 대해서는 느긋하게 대처해 He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite 그러면 그는 개가, 깨물기 시작하면 어떤지 알게 될거야 Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life 난 그걸 보여주려고 했지, 삶 속의 한 마리 개 Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 그랜드 챔피언, 내 핏줄도 타이트해 Cuz it's all good, it's all right 모두다 괜찮아, 모두다 좋아 Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back 녀석들은 소리칠려 하지만, 대답을 못했어 Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac 이제 그들은 여기 속에 있는 모든 것을 삼켜야 해 Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Blood Line, 그리고, 우린 여러 노래를 거쳐가 Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? 빌어먹을 임마, 왜 그런 식으로 행동해야 하는 건데? [Chorus] [Eminem] All you motherfuckers, take that! 모든 개자식들아, 받아라! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo 이봐, 이것도 먹어, 개년아! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you 너네 개자식들 모두 다 죽여버리겠어, 모두다 Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! 가짜 갱스터들! 언론은 없어! 언론은 없어! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! 썩어라, 개자식들, 썩어라! 흙 속에서 부패해라, 빌어먹을 흙 속에서! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! 이름도 남기지 말고, 죽어, 그대로! 유명함도 없어! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha 이봐 X, 이리 와봐, Obie, 가자고 하하 |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
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Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin' Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380's and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin' (Chorus - repeat 2X) You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, bitch Follow Me (Tony Yayo) I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a king cobra Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country (Chorus) (Lloyd Banks) Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin' middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It's 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes (Chorus) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Verse 1]
Do Sumptin, Do Sumptin, that's right nigga You left the burner at home? Let's fight nigga Hold up, stand back, where your man at? You want beef with Comp, you can can that Back up, back up, clear the hole nigga I can arrange to have your shit swoll nigga I don't give a flyin fuck, nope My iron tucked three inches below the gut I mean, don't try me, you don't wanna die man I'm aiming at his head, send bullets through his eye, man Lights out, fight's out, I knock your lights out We bring the knives, bats, and metal pipes out We can (we can) do it (do it) rumble (rumble) brawl (brawl) Hit him in his face, watch him tumble (tumble) fall (fall) Watch him run and make a phone call (call) I look at your crew and say "Fuck all ya'll!" [Chorus] He disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin! He waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Dont' stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! Your man beefin with dude, you better do sumptin! You said hi and shorty got rude, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Don't stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! [Verse 2] You either do nuthin or do sumptin You in the club with that silver on, bitch you frontin And my niggas not havin that Don't wear nothin nice, they be grabbin that (give me!) Sometimes in the streets, but really in the club And these types of niggas be really in the club High and drunk, ready to fight Bumpin into everybody, steppin on their Nikes So watch out, watch out, they pull glocks out Everybody yellin "Duck down, nigga, watch out!" Guns pop out, hawks pop out, macks slappin at backs make her's pop out And they be (they be), not (not), carin' who they shoot (shoot) Little (little), guns (guns), fit into their boot (boot) But your man is weak and he ain't used to beef He got approached now he's scared to speak [Chorus] [Verse 3] Don't play with me, I ain't him, I shank him Dude better watch his mouth Yeah, see the hawks comin out the pouch around my waist Barber shop knife cut around your face And when them guns out, guns out, like a four-four Some hit the floor-floor or run to the door-door I hate to see a man hit up Everybody yellin at him like "Bitch get up!" He on the floor with a hole in his gut, on his back and his butt Layin lifeless, his eyes be shut Girls get accidentally knocked out Everybody runnin to their cars but they locked out They lost their keys, they searchin around And the person they came with be hurt on the ground So when you tired of gettin bitched for nothin Try to earn your respect next time, nigga do sumptin [Chorus] |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Intro] (Nigga, uh) Yeah, huh (nigga uh) Why don't ya'll take a look into my life? See what I see (Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh) At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops Learnin' how to seduce niggaz takin' they loot Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle The finer things, all kinda things, power, money Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it The Gucci boots with the G's on it A high price for this 'high price' life While I'm on tour is my man cheatin' just for spite? And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap Or no other hands can hold me right My girls ain't the same, guess it's cuz the fame Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name Mad cuz I made it, now friends intimidated Hate it that I'm in the same game as them With mo' fame than them, they know who they are This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke You was my sister, who used to dream together How we could make it real big, do our thing together Huh, Thelma & Louise together, remember them days? Them niggas we played? Now we don't even speak Went our seperate ways, seperate lives Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it 1 - My life, do ya feel what I feel? My life, a black girl's ordeal my life Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? My life Do ya'll know what it feels like? Do ya'll know what it be like? Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams Said he think that lil' Ing will be illest in this rap-thing Age 4 in my mother's shoes, swore I could sing And even as a little girl I was doin' my thing Uh, confused, I ain't asked to be born Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come? But he never showed up I would pimp for them, became demented, then men? Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl 'Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls All I needed was love, all I wanted was love Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs The niggas who ain't care, just like Daddy If he ain't care, why should they? For this 'high price' life, it's the price I pay Repeat 1 All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin' Let him do his thing, I'm the one he's lovin' I'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin' That ain't keepin' him, 'specially if he in love with another chick Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shit' Don't be lovin' niggas more than yaself Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused While some say it's rude But if I was a dude, they all be amused But I'm a woman, so I'm a bitch, simple as that Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe Say I'm in it for the dough, but tell me What tha fuck he in it for? Wanted it all, now it's all mine Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain Nightmares, headlines, "Rapper found slain" If it wasn't for my moms I'd drown in this pain Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me Cuz it ain't always what it seem on TV Shit, but this is my '9 to 5' ya'll Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
I don't think you wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna live my life Feel me? Come on baby (Elite) Where we at baby Let's get it C'mon [Drag-On]: How many niggas ever seen a shot gun shot Look like somethin comin at you non-stop James Brown make you "Say it loud" Just walk through this block, air it out Anybody can pump a lead off Let me see you shoot a .50 calibur gone pop a head off We can let it off You see my movies you say who represent my dog and I'm a edit off So you niggas better move back Somebody better duck their head Cause your bloody minds bout to be in all black Cause a nigga white tee bout to turn red And I don't give a shit! When I stand in front of the judge yeah I did it what I'm in a cell by myself Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus]: I'm that hood I'm them streets I'm them lyrics and them beats I'm that weed I'm that X I'm that sex that you need I'm that nigga with your wife I'm that comma layin right I'm that match that you light When you ain't got no light I'm your fireman [Drag-On]: Who the fuck say Drag couldn't come back (He said it) Now where my gun at Nigga won that Cause I don't raise a lot of niggas and not I want my sons back I catch a nigga at a party Matter fact I be up in his lobby Lettin my man hold his shotty Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY Sometimes I gotta do what I gotta do Pull out just shoot for I gotta shoot And your nigga on the roof My shoes and slip I hope he gotta parachute I'm in the zone dawg I'm by myself at my home dawg Everybody just leave me the fuck alone Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus] [Dag-On]: I wasn't all that My head wasn't screwed on tight That's why I pause every line Cause I take time For a boss to map out his crime This idea with a snitch Cut his tongue and mail it to his bitch Cause when a nigga run his lips It makes me wanna HURT SOMEBODY But I ain't the nigga that'll Come up with chitter chatter Cause if ya'll come up with talkin already that a Either you got it or you don't Or you're real or you won't Shut until you don't You ring you better hide your thoughts Now you on life support Can't cry you might die driving But instead got my nig pulling me outta here Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus] I'm your fireman |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Oh no (louder) oh no (louder) Uh huh, uh huh (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them (Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you (Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can (Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her (Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper (Long long) - and for my riders all over Now you know we wanna hit it hit it Don't stop, get it get it Sick wit it, I keep paper around me So I know that everybody got the vapors around me See me in a big truck thin rubber riding 2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting Cause I know Cal broads act up man So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan Not a dance floor nucka [nigga] I'm take em home get em to drop they pants And gross nucka till the (drip drip) No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid) I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib) Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas Drive wit my knees, seat recline While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind I be sizing em up from they thighs and above Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah! All my ladies if you riding! Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving All my nuckas if you riding! Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass Yo boy got a street chick Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man') Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh) She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool Everything I got |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
OK, Pusha...minus the T Niggas is talkin' to blasphemous Tell me is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove Don't let the Reverend hold your casket cuz We think you thinkin' These s is curses the only thing worse is I'm the ring master of the circus Meanin' that, I'm the only one in the show with purpose Most of you motherfuckers don't scratch the surface Look, still ghetto, still tot' heavy metal Still throw a nickname on all of my vehicle Like the Copperfield coupe, now you see it now you don't With one flick of the wrist wow! the roof will go poof! (poof) I'm an achiever make all of you believers And I'll be damned if you overthrow Virginia's Caesar Spend a day, sin a way, walk with me Hug corners in the hood like a ghetto renegade switch! Spend a way, rolls gold Jesus Pink diamonds face flush like it was Duncan pink lemonade Listen I'm not actin', this not rappin' this is live in action Let's consider all the facts in I got caught dealin' some way back when Now that I'm blowin' it's smoother men I know its hurts to see it but players please believe it I'm cool what you wishin', don't talk 'cause I'm listenin' Fuck 'round and end up missin' if you curious No weed or no vodka my soul will make me pop ya Don't make me have to milk box ya, I'm serious See how ya boy do I pull up in that ride quick 50 on the wrist leanin', niggas is sick Steamin' they can't understand the meanin' So they plot and conjure up ways to interrupt my well bein' But that 9's been a damn good friend Plus worthy |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Right/Wrong" - DMX THIS...IS...MY...LIFE Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Made me a leader before I was ready to lead Took away my hunger, but didn't give me greed Made me successful, when I just wanted to be heard Give me the light, cause all I need is the word Give me a life, that I'm responsible for I'll give him what's right, cause I'm responsible for him And into the night, I'm gonna be there with him Facing a fight, I be right there with him Ready for Heaven, cause I done been through the Hell And since I was seven, I've had a story to tell See God is great, and that's why I'm still livin' He gave to me, so I'ma keep on givin' The bravery of a man's mind is slavery Is makin me the man I was made to be I hate to see when cats know but don't spit it Right is wrong, when it's on you gon get it I wake up frustrated dog, I'm hurtin' inside Think about the brothers that put in, work and then died A certain have tried, a certain have cried When it didn't go right, you hit me like You see things ain't always what they seem to be And the reason I dream of thee is He's with me And the reason I get through things so easily Is by the grace of God cause he, see's the need to guide me Walk right beside me Because he knows what's goin on inside me, he tried me Knew where my heart was at Knew what I was thinkin Knew when I was down and out, left there mistaken Knew when to pick me up, cause it got too hard Knew when I was gonna scream out "Please God!" And you already knew that you would be there for me That's why I bring you together to give you the glory Everyday of life is a new chapter And it's already been foretold, so it's up to the soul to capture The essence of it all, the meak shall inherit the earth Destined to ride with the call from birth The true worth of a man, is not measured by what he does for hiself but What he does for someone else And if you help another, without concern for (?) What you give, you shall recieve to unfold X-Caliber The Ultimate Challenger And I, put that on my soul And, put that on my life And, everything I own And, everything I know And, everything I show is what I was meant to do Everything I told you is what I've been through And everwhere I been, I was for a reason Walk through the desert, ended up freezin Start there, end up where? And now they know...whatever which way they go Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go They know they gonna owe They soul to the road they choose It don't matter if you win or loose You still gotta pay them dues You still gotta pay them dues You still gotta pay them dues |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(Prelude)
(laughing) It's funny how the trades are Errbody wants to be a king We have the whole city full of bosses But we all know...... taking over, the one One leader..... all the rest y'all follow Follow me..... cradle......trust me I am the one (Verse One) Call me a boss of all bosses I got a flawless record of thirty wins, no draws and no losses I talk reckless, what Move cautious with no respect for the rules, the dudes lawless Gets deep with BS on the streets cos from Harlem to Hollywood I got the game on the leash You with my Bloodline beasts, always ready for whatever We gon' hawk this dog together, six or beretta Tour is glock, hecno and dutch A few tools used just to get to the top Can't stop, won't stop 'til I'm left in the box to count We still bossy but pine is fine I'm a Jack of all trades, what moves to be made (yea) Back in the eighth for crackin the safe From the block to the cage From the label to the stage I'ma grind 'til I shine, cradle 2 the grave it's on (Chorus) Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood loves me (it's on) Can't knock me It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time It's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood love me (it's on) Can't knock me It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine (Verse Two) Now, drug money is a thug's money (uhn uhn) Ice money is set for life money (you know) Share money is the fair money, (fa sho) You scared money, don't make money, nigga common I'm back in the game, back on the grind I'm back with my back to the wall, slightly back to two nines Back with the mask on my face, back to packin two nines I'm back on the block, back to movin twenties and dimes Bottomline, I'm back, the city is mines Stop me how, I'm coming with the lot and the lines Have grease stinking out where you live Cats trailing your kids, it ended up with me abductin your wares Harry Rob once told me "strike fast and forceful cos if you give him any time to think he'll cross you" You either on my side or in my way If in my way (*gunclick*) okay (Chorus) ????? pack my arm, it's a dom You let a nigga get at em' Nigga for not one of the most hunted like Bin Laden Cos I don't talk, I spit, don't walk, I strike And I'ma stand up nigga, stand sit for what (what) To discuss with the tough that enough is enough And it's on cos I'm callin your bluff And your dudes in the streets that refuse to be beef Better move when I reach and get moved with the heat Please, don't make the nigga have to do it to you I launch missiles that ravage ya soft tissue I salvage with many issues My marriage is to my pistols automatic or revolver but trust me I'm gon get you if I have to prooove to you cowards I never follow you cowards I murder all of you cowards Your streets are my streets That's how it's designed cos the hand that rocks the cradle is mine you know (yea) (Chorus x2) (Instrumentals till fade) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(featuring Youngn' Restless)
Its the illness going on Yo Shatek hit me Y-Young Youngn' Restless Joe Crack Strong Armin', T.S Patterson, B-X Hold UP! [Chorus] Boy, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave Man, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave [Verse 1] Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin' Can't see another brother succeed So you backstab 'em just to see how long he'll bleed But I'm a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man That's why I'm scarred up on both hands And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that's the way you thug a bitch It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Dog I came here to prove your wackness Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards This is hardcore, ain't no acoustic classic Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission I'm handling mine, occupation scramble and grind Stop your facing, shank you with knives You're missing a born soldier, operation declined I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine A hundred steps ahead of y'all, ain't no getting behind Say what I choose 'cause I done payed my dues Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather I learned to survive through the hatred and lies That's why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came prepared Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] B-X, T.S Ya heard me? Youngn' Rest Uh, yo, yo Gear up, you need to fear us One false move and get paw-pierced up Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood You wish us to hell 'cause we too real Selling two mills and still ain't afraid to pull steal Ready Rock ain't concerned with y'all I'm too big too strong for y'all And I came too long for y'all, ya heard Pun Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls Heard you niggaz want it with us, a fatal mistake Been blazing the game since niggaz fourth-aides Crack is king, man the city is mine And I ain't got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+ Here's the real deal homie, stakes is high Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker) [Chorus] |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Brakes on, please
Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me C'mon, I got too much of a lead And at your speed, it's hard to say you fuckin' with me Fall back and hit your head bitch or come up dead bitch The war ain't over 'til I come up wit your head bitch Came a long way, waited my turn, tempted to eat Held my ground and my heat, on the strength of the street 'Cuz I had to win, battle niggaz left me staggerin' Unstoppable bitch, why sleep now when I haven't been Label me the miss of this shit I've never fell but that don't stop bitches from wishin' as shit (Shit) Chevy made her Without a doubt, a heavy weighter And without a doubt, that's why they hate her I cock and deliver 'Cuz I'm holdin' at my spot and the leader Want her, come and get her I guess y'all bitches beta reconsider Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-l-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' wit mine bitch Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me Look skeezer Take a breather, you lookin' at the leader Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her Please take notice, stop breathe focus You lookin' at a bad bitch, your pack seem bogus Rap is a competitive sport If yo ain't got your mind right, your head'll get caught I'm like a fuckin' John niggaz, stop listen and learn niggaz Spit vicious and burn niggaz, cremate and urn niggaz Defeat my opponents, yea, hungry and eat my opponents I like to take this time out to break thru the donuts Came into this muthafucka wit my head straight Came into this muthafucka beggin' for a plate Battle niggaz and bitches that bite mocks and stitches They competitions get ditches Damn it, the bitch is vicious You can't beat her, you can't harm a eeva Hunk your brace bitch don't make me have to palm the heater 'Cuz you can't get credit, you quit, that's how it get Don't get big fucking with the realest bitch of the shit Brakes on, please Focus freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' with mine bitch This is the last time I wanna have to tell you to focus freez Bitch it hopeless you're not in my lead My shoes don't fit, you sorry, you can't be me I'm the realest bitch in this world, can't you see? 'Cuz you can't, you hoes just hate to admit it The truth hurts, that's why y'all hoes hate when I spit it But I'm the chiefrunner of this shit, stay in your place Please step on your brakes 'fore I step on your face See they wanna catch me sleepin' and step in my space Hold the plots up in 'em, all I got is venom Think you got some chicks in your team, hoch the [Incomprehensible] I was born with the shin in my jeans not my denim You can wait stop thinkin' bullshit thoughts Tryna score, you ain't fontin' on the bullshit courts You gon' never find a bitch to get a heat to the street ('Cuz ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me) Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' with mine bitch Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me Look skeezer Take a breather, you lookin' at the leader Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
We 'bout to set it off something like this
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do There they go there they go Now that's the sound over me, slangin' dem thangs Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do Freeze. Put your hands up. Get on the curb, now [Profit] They trying to put a nigga under the courts Cause the cops found a stash in a ruffles bag under my porch I gotta keep a fo' five coke revolver Cause I get paid like Tyrese from the coke, I'm palmin' Haters want my hot buzz switch the code and bombin' That's why I push a black H-2 roll and armed You know Prof' gotta hold a lamers Cause I stay posted at a crack-house with my posters are in You know I gotta stay watching, gotta stay clocking If the feds try to knock me, I gotta pay Cochran You niggaz try to hate on this, I ate Kano quick And cut your connect the yayo bricks We keep more German pistols than eight off hit And if the block is too hot, we just aye off this This for all my folks hustling, all my people grinding Holler out the hood whistle right before you hear the siren like [Chorus] Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Now that's the soul over me, slangin' them thangs Do, do, do, do There they go, there they go Do, do, do, do They they go, there they go Slangin' dem thangs [Profit] Wait, back off scrub Everytime you see Profit, man he bagging up dubs All my blows com packed with a baggy of bud I stay grinding, my fiends look happy and what They wanna felony or misdemeanors But its all love when we hit the court like Serena and Venus On the block like nobody can stop us Body the coppers, and bounce to Hawaii in choppers Stay strapped when I pumpin' the packs I'm like a golf course, keep a nine in the front and the back I'm sick of fake Nino bastards, who only step on blocks When they only stepped on they Lego castles Seat back in a black maybachs Flippin' those without touching those everynight like Pat Sajak Security stay grind me, can't get caught sleepin' That's why you hear the sound when the cops creepin' [Chorus] [Profit] I'm +The Rock+ on the block, I'm laying the smackdown First you smell me cooking and I'm breaking the crack down You can catch Prof' still flippin' out packs In front of the twins building with a Bentley out back Y'all rappers living check to check, pockets is empty Waiting for your next hit like Bobby and Whitney Who's that parking in the M-3? I know its them people wait for the signal they hollerin' with me Blocks stackin' the trash, rocks stackin' the stash Hop in the hoop-tie back to the lab When I'm through packaging the coke Here's a fresh white tee to the hood with a package in my coast Slangin' thangs like a NBA game, my team ruthless I push the rocks up so my fiends can shoot 'em Profit, I'm making sure that the streets is jukin' God damn, not again, man the D's is swooping' [Chorus x3] |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Geah geah
Ah huh Def jam records Jinx da juvy Bk Holla at me Ayo Im'a tell you why I'm angry, haters in the game wanna restrain me I'm what they artist can't be, chain hang see Down to the dick, a clown wanna flip Keep a pound on the hip, lay him down with a clip Yall niggaz ain't ready for juvy, and ain't a nigga betta then juvy I'm a veteran excuse me I've been flowin awhile, young flashy ass nigga stay throwin em down Dip's where fitted, too exquisite, enemies lord forgive em More shells in the clip, the more hit em Go in his body blood draw drippin, send him to the mortician Face it I'm hot, the boy gifted Look listen, the game's in a boston crab I'm just a bastard who was born to rap Hot on the beat slaughter the track I'm here to kill a whole industry, I don't get along with rap. niggaz!! Muf**kas off the hook this year You can bet jinx is gonna cook this here Half y'all niggaz lookin shook in here, crooks in here Tuck in your chain don't get jooks in here Muf**kas off the hook this year You can bet jinx is gonna cook this here Half y'all niggaz lookin shook in here, crooks in here Tuck in your chain don't get jooks in here Yeah I know the streets been waitin 2003 I'm here to take over man This year niggaz cant eat, find a new occupation Ceo's find another artist stop hatin The streets been waitin along time for the kid I'm bout to go to trail rappers hopin I do a bid Who really want it? lets go shell for shell I'm the best thing to happin to def jam since l.l Oh well it's the truth, the flow leak through Imbecile rap, still push coke and diesel I put them birds in you, out of the eagle I don't say your name on record, I'll holla when I see you See me I'm nice with mines, most the rappers in the game need me to write they rhymes You a eightball shaver, slicin dimes I'm a two brick nigga, light blue six nigga You niggaz got a lot to learn, I take seven figures off every block I burn nigga Muf**kas off the hook this year You can bet jinx is gonna cook this here Half y'all niggaz lookin shook in here, crooks in here Tuck in your chain don't get jooks in here J, i, n, x Juvy!!!!!!!! I got my mind on my money, money on my mind F**k 16 bars, I need money per line My flow hot like a curl and iron Playa while you at work your girl is mine But when I come home homie I give her back to ya Throw her like a doe yo, never give her no dough Shorty head so good, might as well go pro I mean what can I say? I'm a pimp Aint 'cause the products to small I walk with a limp I just walk with a limp Fitted cap low, gorgeous gangsta so you know I attract hoes You rap assholes got me aggravated Stop complain four-fifth cock and bang it You know the name if you want it come and see me Why say my name on radio or a t.v? (don't do that) Please believe me I'm focused man It ain't my 2-way that got my waist bulging man Ah ha Yeah This year I'm focused All that rap trash I'm here to clean it all up man Muf**kas off the hook this year You can bet jinx is gonna cook this here Half y'all niggaz lookin shook in here, crooks in here Tuck in your chain don't get jooks in here Yeah man Tuck your chain man The streets is here man Jinx da juvy Brooklyn Grounds ville |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
(Canibus)
Yo 6 o'clock every morning you waking up yawning To the sound of your alarm clock alarm About an hour from now You should be at the place of employment Which is annoying cause it's so boring Your co-workers are talking too loud for you to ignore them It affects your occupational performance You wonder why your work load is so enormous Because your boss just laid off three quarters of the whole office People get depressed, they get ulcers From the stress that the corporate environment causes Regardless of how you ultimately wanna solve this Seems to me like you've got one of four choices: You could take a new job offer for more chips Stick it out a little longer or forfeit But my advice to anybody that wants to quit It'll feel much better if you say it like this: (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, if your boss is a S-O-B Tell him to S-H-O-V-E the J-O-B Put your middle finger up slowly Put it close enough to his face so he can examine it closely Say I ain't workin here no more Who do you think you are? Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor Run to the door, to the payphone Make a toll-free call Tell your spouse what happened and where you are So they can come and get you in the car later on And help you search for a new 9 to 5 job If the unemployment line ain't that long You can take your time printin out W-9 forms Eventually, you'll get on if you try hard enough And you'll get money if you keep punchin your time card enough Maybe you hate it, maybe you love it But if you hate it all you gotta do is get mad and tell the boss to (Biz Markie) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job and shove it I ain't workin here no more Take this job, take this job, take this job and shove it (Canibus) Yo, some occupations are like slave gigs The boss is favored and get placed in something spacious While the most hated get placed in some small cubicle spaces Or get thrown down in the basement, get your stapler confiscated You constantly waitin for a paycheck Twelve months passed by and you still ain't get paid yet Here's a optimistic motto If you ever late for today you could say you early for tomorrow Most 9 to 5 |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat) (T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the pursuit of the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't Chorus (Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make a nigga Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the shit like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away Chorus (Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City foreplay Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop Chorus(2x) |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn
I'm broke My feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker.) And that bitch is slippin' It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin' Sippin' on Courvoisier Goddamn, I must have the floss today Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry I'll put the pedal to the flo' In my two-tone Ford Explo-a You know how it's done Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin' Jumped on the 110 She's flyin' in the Blazer Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her Like Racer X, but I don't flex 'Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha? 'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike I wanted to be like Ike 'cause Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s And he liked green just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pockets never skinny Played "let's get it on" in the living room And when he gets drunk better give him room 'Cause he'll turn the party out Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house" And y'all gots to go through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the 4-4 Talkin' much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my P.J.'s He's in a turtleneck sweater And we down for whatever And I'm down Solid pro is down for whatever The Don Jagwar is down for whatever And it don't seem to stop Now, I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go 'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Than my niggas wearin' blue or red 'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin' Yeah, that's right I'm standin' in the store Koreans act so nice 'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's Donut and you know what? I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets But don't take a nigga for granted 'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four You just don't know That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever And I'm down - creep And I'm down for whatever Bumpin' in your Jeep Ice Cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger (By a total stranger) with the ?kanga? Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya Sting ya with one up in the chamber Let's take a trip up Holloway So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today We standin up for our own shit And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch It ain't no love in this muthafucka It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother Because we real with this shit, so we stay true And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do I've got the mind of the man in the mirror So I'm lookin at me vaguely But I can't seem to fade me I've got my pistol pon cock Ready to lay shots non-stop Until I see your monkey-ass drop And let your homies know who done it Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit you muthafuckas know who run it So when you put this muthafucka to the test You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best) I've got this killer up inside of me I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary I'm goin off on the deep end I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me So in your own blood you'll bathe And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave And I can say this once again You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end |
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| from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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| from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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1:36 |
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| from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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| from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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| from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
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| from Teaching Mrs. Tingle (팅글 부인 가르치기) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999) | |||||
가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-04-26
Subject : O.S.T. - Cradle 2 The Grave (Def Jam,2003)
