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  • #31
    Krazy 2pac

    [Chorus]
    Time goes by, puffin on lye
    Hopin that it gets me high
    Got a nigga goin cra-zy
    Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

    (Tell 'em bout it)

    [2Pac]
    Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
    Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong
    They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids
    As if they can't see the misery in which they live
    Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
    Don't have to bump this but please respect it
    I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
    Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded
    Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin
    Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin?
    Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke
    I came a long way but still I got so far to go
    Dear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakes
    Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
    I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
    This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

    (One, two, three, four)

    [2Pac]
    I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill
    Lookin for a better wayyyyyy..
    My brothers and sisters it's time to bail
    cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..
    Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changed
    I'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame
    Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
    And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
    when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
    Your only son done became a man
    Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die
    But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
    June 1-6, '7-1, the day
    mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga get paid."
    No one can understand me - the black sheep
    Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
    I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
    When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

    [Bad Ass]
    God help me out here, cause I'm posessed
    I need the root of all evil for my stress
    Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted
    to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
    Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head
    Damn, it's like a mother****in plague that spread
    It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
    I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed
    Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
    paid, no doubt, day in and day out
    This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live
    No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
    A lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to come
    Did life doin right, or did life livin dumb
    Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders
    They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
    or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
    (Why?) Cause they don't even know
    A million thangs run through my mind..
    You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time..


    thanks
    "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
    "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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    • #32
      dissident: awesome!

      ALl YOu Wanted by Michelle Branch

      I wanted to be like you
      I wanted everything
      So I tried to be like you
      And I got swept away

      I didn't know that it was so cold And
      you needed someone
      to show you the way
      So I took your hand and we figured out
      That when the tide comes
      I'd take you away

      If you want to
      I can save you
      I can take you away from here
      So lonely inside
      So busy out there
      And all you wanted
      was somebody who cares

      I'm sinking slowly
      So hurry hold me
      Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
      Please can you tell me
      So I can finally see
      Where you go when you're gone

      If you want to
      I can save you
      I can take you away from here
      So lonely inside
      So busy out there
      And all you wanted
      was somebody who cares

      All you wanted was somebody who cares
      If you need me you know I'll be there
      Oh, yeah

      If you want to
      I can save you
      I can take you away from here
      So lonely inside
      So busy out there
      And all you wanted
      was somebody who cares

      Please can you tell me
      So I can finally see
      Where you go when you're gone

      TIcks and LEeches by TOol

      Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.
      Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
      Fat little parasite. Suck me dry.
      My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.
      You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
      beat my compassion black and blue.

      Hope this is what you wanted.
      Hope this is what you had in mind.
      Cuz this is what you're getting.
      I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
      I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.

      Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. Taken all you can taken you can, we can take.
      Got nothing left to give to you.
      Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little
      blood suckin parasitic little tick
      Take what you want and then go.

      Suck me dry.

      Is this what you wanted?
      Is this what you had in mind?
      Is this what you wanted?
      Cuz this this is what you're getting.
      I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.
      "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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      • #33
        I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto 2pac

        I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad ****
        Talk much **** cause I never had ****
        I could remember being whupped in class
        And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass
        Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
        Broke out left me to be the man of the house
        I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
        Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
        Makin G's was my mission
        Movin enough of this **** to get my mama out the kitchen and
        why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
        First you didn't give a ****, but you're learnin now
        If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
        God damn it's a mother****in riot
        Black people only hate police so don't try it
        If you're not from the town then don't pass through
        Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
        It ain't right but it's long overdue
        We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
        I want G's so you label me a criminal
        And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

        Chorus

        Verse Two: 2Pac

        Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth
        A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
        And even when you take the ****
        Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the ****
        Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
        It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
        When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
        When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
        Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
        Bear witness, own our own business
        Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
        First we couldn't afford **** now everything's free
        so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
        I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
        Now the tables have turned around
        You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down
        And now Bush can't stop the hit
        Predicted the ****, in 2Pacalypse
        And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
        in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
        And for the first time everybody let go
        And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

        Chorus

        Verse Three: 2Pac

        I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
        Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
        We under I wonder what it take to make this
        one better place, let's erase the wait state
        Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
        Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
        And only time we deal is when we kill each other
        It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
        And though it seems heaven-sent
        We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh
        It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
        The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
        I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
        Is life worth living should I blast myself
        I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
        My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch
        Cops give a damn about a ne-gro
        Pull a trigger kill a ****** he's a hero
        Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz
        I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga
        Let the Lord judge the criminals
        If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

        thanks
        "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
        "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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        • #34
          God Bless the Dead 2pac

          Rest in peace to my mother****in Biggie Smalls
          That's right bwoy, it's goin on, right here
          Thug Life.. God bless the dead

          [2Pac]
          God bless the dead, and buried
          Nigga, don't worry if you see God first
          Tell him **** got worse, I ain't mad
          I know you representin the crew
          And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew
          **** the world, pain was a part of the game
          If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
          My role models - gone or they locked in the pen
          Straight hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind
          The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie
          sayin **** don't stop nigga no pity
          We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams
          Money makin mother****ers plot scandalous schemes
          In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
          I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time
          My epitaph, will read, "Was the last of G's"
          Kicked the **** to make the white man bleed
          God bless the dead

          [Chorus - 2Pac]
          God bless the dead
          God bless the dead
          God bless the dead

          [2Pac]
          Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
          I been caught up in this game
          Ever since I was a little mother****er wantin to hang
          I can see 'em in my head, pow
          Memories of my nigga but he dead now
          Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
          Half my peers, they're stretched for years
          And if I die will they all shed tears?
          Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
          Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror
          Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
          See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
          {**** the police} and all the courts, same way they ****ed us
          And why the hell am I locked in jail
          They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
          In my mind I can see it comin
          And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin
          I keep a gun and never run unless I'm comin at ya
          Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
          God bless the dead

          [Chorus]

          [2Pac]
          Rest in peace to all the mother****ers that passed too early
          All the young mother****ers that was took in they prime
          Real mother****in G's, this one is for you
          Yo Stretch, Biggie

          [Stretch]
          Yo Big, this is to you my nigga
          Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
          Sendin they respect, yaknowhatImean?
          You my nigga for life, forever
          You're always gonna be with a nigga
          No matter what, don't forget that

          I pray before I go to sleep - "Dear God"
          Say my grace before I start to eat, cause times is hard
          So I'm droppin to my knees, OH WHY?
          Why you had to take my nigga with the rock-a-bye?
          You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
          Niggaz terrified of drama from the young gun
          Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
          But it's mind blowin so I'm flowin goin crazy
          Slip for **** the gun but he didn't run like a punk
          He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
          But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
          Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
          Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes
          The teflon's bout to rip through your ****in vest
          Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick
          The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah
          God bless the dead
          God bless the dead
          God bless the dead
          God bless the dead


          thanks
          "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
          "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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          • #35
            This Aint Livin 2pac

            This ain't livin..

            [2Pac]
            Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas
            while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
            We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow
            We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow
            In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass
            'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child
            The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love
            Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords
            Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
            Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
            Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips
            I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that *****
            Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery
            .. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me
            Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout
            When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out
            This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped
            My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
            I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
            and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
            This is how it goes when we floss with foes
            Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo'
            I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes
            But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow
            This ain't livin

            [Chorus 2X: sung]
            Takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
            Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
            Can't find a better way to break you
            This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do

            [2Pac]
            Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates
            Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break
            "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin
            Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n
            They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed
            That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's
            Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation
            rest the Lord will protect you, respect due
            Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those
            that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you
            to watch me fall farther
            I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now
            Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass
            stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten
            Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke
            won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies
            This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools
            Explode on they industry and fade them fools
            You know the rules, gotta be a rider
            You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy
            This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell
            Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself
            It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G
            Gotta change your life, take the game from me
            This ain't livin

            [Chorus] - 2X


            thanks
            "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
            "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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            • #36
              albert: how many cd's did he put out?

              FOr you by STaind (this song hits home for me)

              to my mother
              to my father
              it's your son or
              it's your daughter
              are my screams
              loud enough for
              you to hear me
              should i turn this up for you?

              [chorus]
              i sit here locked inside my head
              remembering everything you said
              this silence gets us nowhere
              gets us nowhere
              way too fast

              the silence
              is what kills me
              i need someone
              here to help me
              but you don't know
              how to listen
              and let me make
              my decisions

              all your insults
              and your curses
              make me feel like
              i'm not a person
              and i feel like
              i am nothing
              but you make me
              so do something
              cause i'm ****ed up
              because you are
              need attention
              attention you couldn't give
              "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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              • #37
                devilmunchkin:

                Six while he was alive, including one double cd album, two post-death double albums, two post-death albums, a greatest hits, an album of spoken poetry, and appearances on dozens of albums of other artists. Another double cd album is coming out in march or april of this year...

                not to mention between 100 and 200 unreleased and uncompleted recordings...


                thanks
                "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

                Comment


                • #38
                  This one is for Sprayber. Be strong man.

                  Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me

                  There's nowhere in town that I know
                  You gave us some place to go
                  I never said thankyou for that
                  I thought I might have had one last chance

                  So what would you think of me now?
                  So lucky, so strong, so proud
                  I never said thankyou for that
                  Now I'll never get a chance

                  May angels lead you in
                  Hear you me my friend
                  On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
                  May angels lead you in

                  So what would you think of me now?
                  So lucky, so strong, so proud
                  I never said thankyou for that
                  Now I'll never have the chance

                  May angels lead you in
                  Hear you me my friend
                  On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
                  May angels lead you in

                  May angels lead you in...
                  May angels lead you in...

                  And if you were with me tonight
                  I'd sing for you, just one more time
                  A song for a heart so big
                  God wouldn't let it live


                  May angels lead you in
                  Hear you me my friend
                  On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
                  May angels lead you in

                  May angels lead you in
                  Hear you me my friend
                  On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
                  May angels lead you in...
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                  • #39
                    one more for now...

                    Happy Home 2pac

                    Home man.. hey.. let's turn this house into a happy home
                    This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
                    Let's turn this house into a happy home
                    Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
                    Let's turn this house into a happy home
                    You know how that is, stay down for mine
                    Outlaw.. look

                    [2Pac]
                    Now we've been kickin it for quite some time
                    Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
                    We divorced so many times I forgot to count
                    I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
                    Remember back in December when we was tight?
                    Sippin Alize and Cristal, whylin every night - in my bedroom!
                    Promised that I commit to you soon
                    Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
                    Straight out the hood
                    We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
                    So I know you gon' make a good mother
                    Just try to understand if I change at times
                    it's only cause I never owned anything that's mine
                    So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
                    Never call the police, I never call you ***** and ho
                    We were all born hungry in this world alone
                    Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home

                    [Chorus]
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (let's turn this house into a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (turn this house into a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..

                    [2Pac]
                    Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine
                    I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes
                    To be honest it's a hard road
                    Just keep your faith in God, knowin you'll get scarred though
                    Look at him walkin and talkin, a lil' child with my eyes and mouth
                    Father watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out
                    Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma
                    Made her my wife now, I'm tryin hard y'all
                    Maybe in time I'll be a better man
                    Watchin the older couples, handle it like veterans
                    Show me the meaning of forever and together we rise
                    If it would help our child grow, then together we'd die
                    Why - question my love, it's so easy to see
                    Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me
                    After all the arguments, and the nights alone
                    Now it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home

                    [Chorus]
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (turn this house into a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (turn this house into a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..

                    [2Pac]
                    Happy home

                    [singers]
                    All these problems got me goin
                    We got a family, of our own
                    I just wanna happy home
                    (turn this house into a happy home)
                    No man's made to stand alone
                    I promise I won't do you wrong
                    I just want a happy home
                    (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)

                    [Chorus]
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (turn this house into a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (turn this house into a happy home)
                    Ha..ppy.. home..
                    (finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)


                    thanks
                    "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                    "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

                    Comment


                    • #40
                      albert: he's like fruitcake. Even though he's be "gone" awhile, he's always showing up. . here's as deep as my rap roots go. please don't yell at me. i like the beat. ..oh...and some duran duran to back it up. lol.

                      Hypnotize by Notorious BIG

                      Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
                      Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think **** stink
                      pink gators, my Detroit players
                      Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
                      Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night
                      Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
                      Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
                      do something to us, talk go through us
                      Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
                      Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
                      Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
                      Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
                      (Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
                      Bang every MC easily, busily
                      Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
                      So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
                      Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
                      Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
                      That Brooklyn bull****, we on it

                      Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
                      And I just love your flashy ways
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
                      And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

                      Verse Two:

                      I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
                      Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
                      All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
                      Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
                      Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the ****
                      Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
                      on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
                      Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
                      Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
                      That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
                      At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
                      Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
                      I still leave you on the pavement
                      Condo paid for, no car payment
                      At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
                      Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
                      Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
                      Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me

                      Chorus:

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
                      And I just love your flashy ways
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
                      And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

                      Verse Three:

                      I can fill ya wit real millionaire **** (I can fill ya)
                      Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
                      Wreck it buy a new one
                      Your crew run run run, your crew run run
                      I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
                      flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
                      So get with this nigga, it's easy
                      Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
                      Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
                      Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
                      for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
                      Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
                      Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
                      Hit em wit the force like Obe, **** black like Toby (Obe... Toby)
                      Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
                      Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

                      Chorus:

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
                      And I just love your flashy ways
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
                      And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
                      And I just love your flashy ways
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
                      And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

                      Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
                      Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
                      And I just love your flashy ways
                      Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
                      *fades*

                      Notorius by DUran Duran

                      No-no-Notorious. Notorious. Ah. No-no-Notorious.

                      I can't read about it.
                      Burns the skin from your eyes.
                      I'll do fine without it.
                      Here's one you don't compromise.
                      Lies come hard in disguise.
                      They need to fight it out.
                      Not wild about it.
                      Lay your seedy judgements.
                      Who says they're part of our lives?

                      CHORUS
                      You own the money ;
                      You control the witness.
                      I'll leave you lonely.
                      Don't monkey with my business.
                      You pay the prophets to justify your reasons.
                      I heard your promise,but I don't believe it.

                      That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

                      Girls will keep the secrets (uh)
                      so long as boys make a noise.
                      Fools run rings to break up.
                      Something they'll never destroy.
                      Grand Notorious slam (bam).
                      And who really gives a damn for a flaky bandit?
                      Don't ask me to bleed about it;
                      I need this blood to survive.

                      CHORUS

                      That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.

                      CHORUS

                      CHORUS

                      That's why I've done it again. No. No.
                      That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
                      That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
                      No-no-Notorious. Yeah.
                      That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
                      No-no-Notorious. Yeah.
                      That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
                      No-no-Notorious.
                      "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                      • #41
                        Tool - The Patient

                        A groan of tedium escapes me,
                        Startling the fearful.
                        Is this a test? It has to be,
                        Otherwise I can't go on.
                        Draining patience, drain vitality.
                        This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

                        But I'm still right here
                        Giving blood, keeping faith
                        And I'm still right here.

                        Wait it out,
                        Gonna wait it out,
                        Be patient (wait it out).

                        If there were no rewards to reap,
                        No loving embrace to see me through
                        This tedious path I've chosen here,
                        I certainly would've walked away by now.
                        Gonna wait it out.

                        If there were no desire to heal
                        The damaged and broken met along
                        This tedious path I've chosen here
                        I certainly would've walked away by now.

                        And I still may... I still may.

                        Be patient.
                        I must keep reminding myself of this.

                        And if there were no rewards to reap,
                        No loving embrace to see me through
                        This tedious path I've chosen here,
                        I certainly would've walked away by now.
                        And I still may.

                        Gonna wait it out.


                        Tool - Flood

                        Here comes the water.

                        All I knew and all I believed
                        are crumbling images
                        that no longer comfort me.
                        I scramble to reach higher ground,
                        some order and sanity,
                        or something to comfort me.

                        So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine,
                        suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.
                        Soon the water will come
                        and claim what is mine.
                        I must leave it behind,
                        and climb to a new place now.

                        This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

                        Thought I was high, and free.
                        I thought I was there
                        divine destiny.

                        I was wrong.
                        This changes everything.

                        The water is rising up on me.
                        Thought the sun would come deliver me,
                        but the truth has come to punish me instead.

                        The ground is breaking down right under me.
                        Cleanse and purge me
                        in the water.

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                        • #42
                          STEP OUT OF YOUR MIND
                          The American Breed

                          You gotta get out of your head
                          You gotta step out of your mind

                          You gotta be able to bend your brain
                          If you wanna get on in this world
                          And you've got to be just a little insane
                          If you wanna get on in this world

                          Do your living in a comic book
                          Be a Superman or a Captain Hook
                          ah-ah-ah ... yeah!
                          ah-ah-ah ... yeah!

                          You gotta get out of your head
                          You gotta step out of your mind

                          You gotta be able to blow your cool
                          If you wanna get on in this world
                          You can't be afraid to be some kind of fool
                          If you wanna get on in this world

                          Do your living in a crazy dream
                          Be a hero on a movie screen
                          ah-ah-ah ... yeah!
                          ah-ah-ah ... yeah!

                          You gotta get out of your head
                          You gotta step out of your mind

                          Jump jump, out of your head
                          Step step, out of your mind
                          Jump jump, out of your head
                          Step step, out of your mind
                          Jump jump, out of your head
                          Step step, out of your mind
                          Jump jump, out of your head
                          Step step, out of your mind
                          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                          • #43
                            believe it or not this was a song i remember my folks singing
                            to each other when i was very young


                            A Bushel And A Peck
                            perry como


                            ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
                            doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )

                            What'cha doin' Hutton?
                            Doodlin' . . . can you doodle?
                            Can I doodle? ~ I can't get it outta my noodle!

                            How come?

                            'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
                            a bushel an' a peck and a hug around the neck ( Ouch! )
                            Hug around the neck and a barrel an' a heap,
                            barrel an' a heap an' I'm talkin' in my sleep!
                            About you! ( About me? ) Yes, about you!
                            My heart is leapin', havin' trouble sleepin' !
                            'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
                            you bet your purdy neck I do!

                            ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
                            doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )

                            Do you like me Perry? Oh very, do you like me Hutton?
                            Like a glutton! So, where's your "Como" button?
                            Oh! I love you a bushel an' a peck ( How much? )
                            a bushel an' a peck though you make my heart a wreck!
                            Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess,
                            make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness!
                            About you! ( About me? ) Yes, about you!
                            You're gonna grieve me, if an' you ever leave me!
                            'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
                            you bet your purdy neck I do!

                            ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
                            doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )

                            Heh heh, it's gettin' kinda quiet around here!
                            Oh! we can fix that Perry boy! Let's go!
                            I love you a bushel an' a peck,
                            a bushel an' a peck and it beats be all to heck,
                            beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm
                            ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arms about you!
                            About you, the cows an' chickens, let em go to the dickens
                            'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
                            you bet your purdy neck I do!

                            ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
                            doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )

                            . . . it's gettin' kinda quiet again!

                            ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
                            doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )

                            . . . an octave lower please!

                            ( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
                            doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )

                            Words and Music by Frank Loesser, 1950
                            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                            • #44
                              i know , but he sings some really cute songs
                              that make me smile and feel happy ...so get over it.


                              Just Born ( To Be Your Baby )
                              perry como

                              ( Just born to be your baby . . .
                              Just born to be . . . )

                              Some people are born to be doctors,
                              Some are born to be lumber jacks
                              Some are born just to take life easy
                              Others are born to break their backs!

                              But I'm just born to be your baby
                              Just born to love you baby,
                              It's true . . .
                              Nobody else will do!

                              ( Just born to be your baby . . .
                              Just born to be . . . )

                              Some people will kiss and nothin' happens
                              Other hearts are made of stone
                              But whenever I feel our lips meet
                              Somethin' starts crawlin' all through my bones!

                              'Cause I'm just born to be your baby
                              Just born to love you baby,
                              It's true . . .
                              Nobody else will do!

                              ( Just born to be . . . )

                              If now an' then you start to wonder
                              Will I be the perfect mate?
                              Don't you worry my purdy little darlin'
                              It was all arranged by fate!

                              'Cause I'm just born to be your baby
                              Just born to love you baby,
                              It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
                              Nobody else will do!

                              ( Just born to be your baby . . .
                              Just born to be . . . )

                              Some people will search for love a lifetime
                              Some never feel love in their hearts
                              But I was born with a silver spoon
                              I had your love'a right from the start!

                              Yes! I'm just born to be your baby
                              Just born to love you baby,
                              It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
                              Nobody else will do!

                              ( Just born to be your baby . . .
                              Just born to be your own! )

                              Yes! I'm just born to be your baby
                              Just born to love you baby,
                              It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
                              Nobody else will do!

                              ( Nobody else will do! )

                              Yes! I'm just born to be your baby
                              Just born to love you baby,
                              It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
                              Ah . . . Nobody else will do!

                              ( Just born to be your baby . . . ) Nobody else will do!
                              ( Just born to be your baby . . . ) Nobody else will do!
                              ( Just born to be your baby . . . ) Nobody else will do!

                              Words and Music by Luther Dixon
                              and Billy Dawn Smith

                              ---------------------------------------

                              Please Mr. Sun
                              perry como


                              Talk to her please Mister Sun, speak to her Mister Rainbow
                              And take her under your branches, Mister Tree!
                              Whisper to her, Mister Wind, sing to her Mister Robin
                              And Mrs Moonlight put in a word for me!

                              Tell her how I feel, it shouldn't end this way
                              Since you all are her friends, she'll listen to whatever you have to say
                              Babble to her Mister Brook, kiss her for me Miss Raindrops
                              And watch to see they all do please Mister Sun!

                              < instrumental break >

                              Babble to her Mister Brook, kiss her for me Miss Raindrops
                              And watch to see they all do please Mister Sun!

                              Music by Ray Getzovand
                              with lyrics by Sid Frank, 1952
                              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                              • #45
                                God if I see one more 2Pac song I think I'll puke...

                                Another dedication to Sprayber. Our prayers are with you.

                                There You'll Be - Faith Hill

                                When I think back
                                On these times
                                And the dreams
                                We left behind
                                I'll be glad 'cause
                                I was blessed to get
                                To have you in my life
                                When I look back
                                On these days
                                I'll look and see your face
                                You were right there for me

                                [CHORUS:]
                                In my dreams
                                I'll always see your soul
                                Above the sky
                                In my heart
                                There always be a place
                                For you for all my life
                                I'll keep a part
                                Of you with me
                                And everywhere I am
                                There you'll be

                                Well you showed me
                                How it feels
                                To feel the sky
                                Within my reach
                                And I always
                                Will remember all
                                The strength you
                                Gave to me
                                Your love made me
                                Make it through
                                Oh, I owe so much to you
                                You were right there for me

                                [Repeat chorus]

                                'Cause I always saw in you
                                My light, my strength
                                And I want to thank you
                                Now for all the ways
                                You were right there for me
                                You were right there for me
                                For always
                                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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