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Show me the meaning of being lonely
Verse 1
So many words for the broken heart,
its hard to see in a crimson love,
so hard to breath,
walk with me and maybe
nights of light so soon become
wild and free I can feel the sun
your every wish will be done they tell me

Chorous
Show me the meaning of being lonely
is this the feeling I need to walk with
tell me why I can’t be there where you are
there’s somethin' missin' in my heart
Verse 2
Life goes on as it never ends
eyes of stone observe the trends
they never say forever gaze, if only
guilty roads to an endless love
there’s no control are you with me now
your every wish will be done they tell me

Show me the meaning of being lonely
is this the feeling I need to walk with
tell me why I can’t be there where you are
there’s somethin' missin' in my heart

there's nowhere to run i have no place to go Surrender
my heart' body and soul how can it be you're asking me
to feel the things you never show
you are missing in my heart
tell me why i can't be there where you are

Show me the meaning of being lonely
is this the feeling I need to walk with
tell me why I can’t be there where you are
there’s somethin' missin' in my heart

Verse3
there’s no way to run I have no place to go
surrender my heart
body and soul
how could it be you're askin me to feel things you never show

Proof, Cya, a? иначе:

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Kad Sam Bio Mlad





Sa trinaes sam popusio prvu pljugu
A posle prve odma i drugu
Jer tad
Tad sam bio mlad
S cetrnaes sam popio prvo pivo
A posle piva sam pio sve zivo
Jer tad
Tad sam bio mlad
Kad dobijem batine nisam kukao
Bio sam tucen, i ja sam tukao
Jer tad
Tad sam bio mlad
Ja samo petnaes, ona ofucana
Hvala joj, ali bila je tucana
Jer tad
Tad sam bio mlad
Sa sesnaes sam prvi put ponavljao
Pobego od kuce, i nisam je javljao
Jer tad
Tad sam bio mlad
Malo sam lagao, bio sam nagao
Nikome racun nisam polagao
Jer tad
Tad sam bio mlad

Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean its hell so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slow
cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags(tags)
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crookey cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout damn not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty but you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise case your number two on some old DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on

[Chorus 2x]

Michael Buble - Sway Lyrics

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more



Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me



Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak



I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now



Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak



I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

You know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

Listen close, as life turns its pages
Makaveli here, kickin' rhymes for the ages
Seen things in stages, wise words spoken by sages
From SkyTel to BlackBerry pages
Your crew don't phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us
Run up in your spot like CJ from San Andreas

I wrote this song a long time ago
A real long time ago
Feel me!
I wrote this song a long time ago
It was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94

What can a {nigga} do when half the people voted for George W.
It's a bitch, {fuck} George W. -- can't be true --
I wanna choke him, because he's a snitch
I'm talking about George W. Smith
From city council, he ran in '93
Out in Oakland, you probably didn't hear about him

I wrote this song a long time ago
A real long time ago
Way before Slim Shady was in demand
Way before we dropped baloney on Afghanistan
I wrote this song in '94

How am I doin' this?
Look around the club, see everyone in the place
Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my face
The girl in the miniskirt has bad taste
Because her shirt don't match
And there's a puddin' stain on the back
What the {fuck} is that?
It might be doo-doo

And you in the back, you ain't {shit}
You bought a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip
And if you hit the table one more time then the record might skip
Might skip... I told you, stop hittin' the table

Tupac Shakur
I wrote this rhyme in 1994
I'm not alive!
Thug life!
Dave Chappelle, that ain't your wife
A married man, you've got two kids
Go home!

I wrote this song a long time ago
A real long time ago
Way before Beanie Sigel had to do a bid
Way before Dave Chappelle had two kids
No friends, and no future

You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know

[50 Cent]
Now homie I say I run it run it cause I’m in control
Hypnotic hennessy a couple shots of patron
I have ya feeling aight, I get ya high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ent settled the limit, I ent snapping and popping
Even though I’m bopping my head though I’m just standing there watching
I’ma hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid
And I protect what I got, I’m in a house with my blade
Nigga you front you gonna get it, OK now maybe I’ve said it
Cause I want you to trip it, yea I be on that shit hit
You should see when I’m stuntin’, My flash is sposed to be warning
Push the grip see me rollin’, you can tell that I’m holdin’
I’m just doing my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grimey shady with me, you front you’ll havta get me
Off your ass, I’ll pay the lawsuit and laugh
Haha its not a big deal it’s nothing but some cash
Lets Go…

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know

[Eminem]
When me and fif’ got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It’s no pretend shit its friendship meaning this is assuming
This ent him it’s just media see the image is images
With the shit its new gimmicks, its jus blood in and blood out
When there’s beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out,
If there’s a problem we solve it, we don’t resolve it
It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved

And we should all get a merit, cause most beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever’s holding the most current beef on they’re shoulders
And the soldiers got their back s to the toper
But tonight we ent come in here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it’s Shady, Aftermizath, packin’ that ass
You wizass, comizo what kinda bizucko musician is that?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know

[Cashis]
Pistol play ricochet see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleeding, J.F.K
H.K to ya chest plate cave
I will ride to the death, do you rep that way?
Forever I’ma be a Shady seven four gangsta
Plus I’ll survive everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumping it all beef
You keep talking shit now the squad gone called me

[Lloyd Banks]
Enough holding back the steam, Em let off a magazine
Dapadon cap of Queens, mixed in with Cashis creams
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling ent my cup of tea, can’t tell I’ma fucking G?
I’m all automatic when I’m at it, start static and you splattered
Shit shattered, I’ma walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it live it always to the limit
And I’m always on my pivot for my digits you dig it?
So what?

[Chorus]
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?
You know ya acting like ya don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gonna bring more dough
You know but ya acting like ya don’t know
Who run it?

Madness - Shame and Scandal

I say oh, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
Woe, misery
Shame and scandal in the family

Down in Trinidad there was a family
With much confusion as you will see
A mama and a papa and a boy who was grown
He wanted to marry and have a wife of his own
He found a girl she suited him nice
He went to his father to ask his advice
His father said: "Son, I have to say no,
The girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"

Oh, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say oh, misery
Shame and scandal in the family

Then a week went by and the summer came down
Soon the best girl on the island he found
He went to his papa to make it a date
His papa shook his head and to this he did say
"You Can't marry that girl I have to say no
Cause the girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"

Oh, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say Oh, misery
It’s shame and scandal in the family

He went to his mama, he covered his head
He told his mum what his father had said
His mother she laughed,
she said: "Go man, go
Your daddy ain't your daddy, but your daddy don't know"

Oh, misery
It’s shame and scandal in the family
Oh, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say oh, misery
Shame and scandal in the family
I say oh, misery

[Intro]

So i chose, huh

You got a phone,

Pick it up and call me



[Chorus:]

How come, we don't even talk no mo',

And you don't even call no mo',

We don't barely keep in touch at all,

And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no mo',

And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now,

After all the years we've been down,

Ain't no way, no how,

This bullshit can't be true,

We family, aint a damn thing change unless it's you



[Verse One]

We were so young,

So full of life and vivrance,

Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went,

So close or most us some Bonnie and Clyde shit,

When Ronnie died you was right by my side,

With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,

And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,

You even had the same type of childhood I did,

Sometimes I just wanna know why,

Is it that you sur-came to yours,

And mine I survived it,

You ran the streets I nine to fived it,

We grew up, grew apart this time went by us,

Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,

Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,

Much as your pride tries to hide it,

You're cold your touch is just like ice,

And your eyes is the look of resentment,

I can sense it and I don't like it



[Chorus]



(Kon Artis)



[Verse Two]

It was my dream at first to be all spittin the verse,

On my own album with a deal but shit got worse,

So I came out I would'a killed a nigga first,

'Fore I let him disrespect me,

Or check me up with somethin' worse,

Some bitch that I wasn't with,

I would'a hit her to would'a quit,

But you were plain talkin' to her,

And tell her she was the shit,

I told you don't get involved with her,

You were smoking the cron'c with her,

Coming out'a the bar with her,

Stumblin' hands drunk,

Like Devil's husband or wife or somthin',

But me catchin' he fuckin' other nigga,

Must've hurt your pride or somthin',

'Cause you wolf I fit them after people,

Like you want it with me,

When all I tried to do is show you that your bitch was shifty,

And lyrics is the fans and all the shit that I produce,

You actin' like I ain't your man,

And lyin' like she can't be loose,

But I am really your friend,

I'm just trying to tell you the truth,

Don't hate the game or the playa',

The one that's changin is you



[Chorus]



(Proof)



[Verse Three]



We gettin lonely at the top

cuz my homie had to stop

now we actin like i gotta live only for the block

and homies in the hood only see me on the tube

so they gossip on the porch, get ta speakin all rude

fools i used to rap with, all expect magic

like my finger get ta snappin and *poof* it just happen

but Proof its just actin, at the party were stoned

shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home

see the devil in your grin, since the ghetto we been friends

forever, real intelegience, thats forever till the end

I peep the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lie

aint wastin my time with these snakes in disguise

(How come) when you talk its with bitter respite

(And how come) its my fault for what you did with your life

and every time i go to hear you and play you look away

we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face

..::MA4OR::.. напиша:

[Intro]

So i chose, huh

You got a phone,

Pick it up and call me



[Chorus:]

How come, we don't even talk no mo',

And you don't even call no mo',

We don't barely keep in touch at all,

And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no mo',

And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now,

After all the years we've been down,

Ain't no way, no how,

This bullshit can't be true,

We family, aint a damn thing change unless it's you



[Verse One]

We were so young,

So full of life and vivrance,

Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went,

So close or most us some Bonnie and Clyde shit,

When Ronnie died you was right by my side,

With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,

And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,

You even had the same type of childhood I did,

Sometimes I just wanna know why,

Is it that you sur-came to yours,

And mine I survived it,

You ran the streets I nine to fived it,

We grew up, grew apart this time went by us,

Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,

Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,

Much as your pride tries to hide it,

You're cold your touch is just like ice,

And your eyes is the look of resentment,

I can sense it and I don't like it



[Chorus]



(Kon Artis)



[Verse Two]

It was my dream at first to be all spittin the verse,

On my own album with a deal but shit got worse,

So I came out I would'a killed a nigga first,

'Fore I let him disrespect me,

Or check me up with somethin' worse,

Some bitch that I wasn't with,

I would'a hit her to would'a quit,

But you were plain talkin' to her,

And tell her she was the shit,

I told you don't get involved with her,

You were smoking the cron'c with her,

Coming out'a the bar with her,

Stumblin' hands drunk,

Like Devil's husband or wife or somthin',

But me catchin' he fuckin' other nigga,

Must've hurt your pride or somthin',

'Cause you wolf I fit them after people,

Like you want it with me,

When all I tried to do is show you that your bitch was shifty,

And lyrics is the fans and all the shit that I produce,

You actin' like I ain't your man,

And lyin' like she can't be loose,

But I am really your friend,

I'm just trying to tell you the truth,

Don't hate the game or the playa',

The one that's changin is you



[Chorus]



(Proof)



[Verse Three]



We gettin lonely at the top

cuz my homie had to stop

now we actin like i gotta live only for the block

and homies in the hood only see me on the tube

so they gossip on the porch, get ta speakin all rude

fools i used to rap with, all expect magic

like my finger get ta snappin and *poof* it just happen

but Proof its just actin, at the party were stoned

shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home

see the devil in your grin, since the ghetto we been friends

forever, real intelegience, thats forever till the end

I peep the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lie

aint wastin my time with these snakes in disguise

(How come) when you talk its with bitter respite

(And how come) its my fault for what you did with your life

and every time i go to hear you and play you look away

we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face

Браво за песнава

Make It Rain (ft Lil Wayne)

Oww Scotti let’s make it rain on these niggas



[Lil Wayne]

Yeah I’m in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I'm in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes



[Fat Joe]

Cr- cr- crack crack crack crack crack

You hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, you seen how that metal

I’m a hustla’s hustla, a pusher’s pusher

You a busta a custerma, I get you some cooka

Yea crack is a chemist, I pack a 11

I mack in a 7, I’ll clap at your reverend

I see you in NY, I’ll send you an invite

You gon’ need you a pass, that’s the code that we live by



[Lil Wayne]

Yeah I’m in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I'm in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes



[Fat Joe]

Oww clap clap clap gotta make that ass clap gotta make that ass clap

Clap clap clap clap gotta make that ass clap gotta make that ass clap



Now why’s everybody so mad at the south for

Change your style up switch to southpaw

Jada I was listenin’ (listenin’)

So I made him an anthem to make some dividends

Lil mama try to hit me with the Shoulder Lean

This Cootco crack and I control the team

Couple bricks stacked on that triple beam

My dirty bro sippin’ that promethazine

That Ganja Green, that Cali Weed

A nigga lose his life try to roll on me

Now yup yup we get it, no if ands about it

And the rain keep fallin’ even when it’s drownin’



[Lil Wayne]

Yeah I’m in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I'm in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes



[Fat Joe]

Oww mami’s body is bangin’ man she got it man she does it all

She gets it poppin’ with no hands I’ll make it pour

I’ll make it rain on ‘em I’ll lay a game to ‘em

I’m gassin’ misses to tattoo my name on ‘em

Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up

Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us

And you know what it is, yeah it’s them powder kids

And we know how to bizz, so we don’t give a shit



[Lil Wayne]

Yeah I’m in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I'm in this business of terror

Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella

I make it rain (I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain)

I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain)

________________________________________________
HIP HOP IS NOT DEAD !!!

"ПОМИСЛЕТЕ ЗА ДЕЦАТА"
Мишо Шамара, Конса,
г-н 100 кила и Кестените
"R & B Records", Studio Mustang, "Stars Records"


Господи, Моля те, помогни ми
цялата тази лудост да разбера-
отговори ми.
Как всичко това може да се случи,
Как може толкова нелепо да се получи.
Дали е виновна, само любовта към черната музика
не мога да разбера.
Дали съм виновен аз?
Дали си виновен ти?
Или са виновни всички умни глави?
Незнам, немога да отговоря на това,
Аз съм само една прашинка от вечността
И нека всички да погледнем към небето,
Дано всички всички са на оня хубав свят, където
всички се чувстват щастливи,
в нашите сърца ще сте винаги живи,
но болката, която сме изпитвали е нищо,
в сравнение с това, което чувстват вашите родители.

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Дай ми една причина
да няма сълзи,
Една причина
да няма болка в моите гърди.
Една причина
да вярвам в доброто,
Само една причина-
ми дай защото.
Дай ми една причина
да бъда спокоен,
Дай ми една причина
да се чувствам свободен.
Дай ми една причина-
ние младите хора
да останем тука
Не искам да споря.

Никак не е лесно
да съм млад човек.
Никак не е лесно
да гледам напред.
Никак не е лесно
да живея така.
Никак не е лесно -
Мир на праха.

Трябваше ли да стане всичко това
.......
Нашите деца

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Варненските улици
директно в тази песен
Ще ви кажа,
че живота не винаги е лесен
Целият град, може би и цялата страна
се моли за вас-
Това е така.
Въпросът не е дали си лошото момче,
Въпросът е дали ти имаш сърце.

В тоя живот сме само за едно кафе,
Въпросът е - как ще го изпиеме?

Всички деца ходят на дискотека - нормално,
Но трябва ли да става така нелепо, брутално
Незнам защо, когато стане така,
всеки започва да търси в другия вина.
Много е жалко,
немога да го осъзная
и никога това няма да го забравя.
Искам всичко да оправя,
но не съм Аладин.
И накрая ще кажа
Мир на праха им
АМИН

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Jin - Get Your Hands Off (FREESTYLE)

Yeah! ("Jin" being chanted in the background)

THE REST IS HISTORY

Neo, KEEP it ROCKIN BABY!

DOUBLE R WHAT!

I got this part right here.



[Verse 1]

From the start to the finish

I’ma bark on contenders

Wanna tarnish my image

I can’t promise forgiveness

See I was never like this

My mom’s would never like this

And y’all was never like us

That’s why y’all never bite this

See I might take your style

Flip it back, make it crack

Sell a couple mil get some stacks

Take the gold and not take it back

I’m spittin lines of fire

I’m in the line of fire

Designer attire, makin me a sign of desire

I just rhyme to inspire, your favorite line supplier

I run through fan’s signs and landmines with size of tires

How many minds inquire, I got mines and acquired

Enough props to make y’all resign and retire



[Chorus]

Now hold on, and just STOMP STOMP

Get your hands off me

Now hold on, and just STOMP STOMP

Get your hands off me



[Verse 2]

This is hot as it gets, your shit’s not as intense

My flow got ‘em convinced, they ain’t got at ‘em since

My back’s against the wall

So if I turn and flee and run from what’s in front if me

That won’t make no sense at all

It’s for my dimes and divas, haters and non-believers

They just try’na deceive us like Judas dishonored Jesus

Why you try’na critique this, don’t take kindness for weakness

Leave you behind the speakers, body minus some pieces

You got records to sell, I got records to break

You will never excel against me measure the weight

I got too much at stake, I just follow my faith

Annihilate and dominate and I ain’t even try’na wait



[Chorus]

PROOF LYRICS



"M.A.D."

[size=7](feat. Rude Jude)



[Intro: Proof]

Drug nation, we know no denial

We are fuckin drug addicts, ha ha!

Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes!

Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain!



[Proof]

Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll

Gave a little X, and I got some stroll

Can't tell I lit this roach it's too hot to hold

Turn that up, that's the Countin' Crows

Hy-dro, let's abuse it

Oh, no, that's techno music

Homos and sex abusers

Slow mo', hit the exit duty

A pill, bitch, and a room

Condom biz, takes balloons

Ass, tits, acid

Pass it (that's it!)

Puff, puff, and pass

(Puff, puff, and pass!)

The motherfuckin blunt that's stuffed with hash

Don't make me have to punch yo' ass



[Chorus: Proof + (Rude Jude)]

Mom and Dad! (I smoke weed)

Mom and Dad! (I do blow)

Mom and Dad! (I take E)

Mom and Dad! (I bang hoes)

Oh Mom and Dad! (I sniff paint)

I've been bad! (I drink 'gnac)

Don't be mad please! (I jerk off)

Mom and Dad! (I smoke crack)



[Proof]

My mind ain't where I left it last

I got an F in class; in fact, eff this class!

Why they call this a special class?

I'm gon' press an ass, not test to pass

I do what I want, I'm tired of bein bored

Pass the Corona and turn on some porn

Hand me an ambi' and I start snorin

And don't say it's too early in the mornin!

I'm horn dog but bad to the bone

Slick talkin teacher give me ass, I'm alone

Here, take these pills and pass 'em along

I don't wanna die in my casket alone

If I'm a gat in a room with a hand full of 'shrooms

Morpheus, I took the red and the blue

(Don't do drugs) No more

(Don't do drugs) No less

(Don't do drugs) Without me

(Don't do drugs!) [coughing]

That's Kid Rock's advice, Tupac alike

With a pregnant nun, dick slobbin dyke

(Aw come on Proof, man that ain't right!)

Man fuck you Salam, it's hip-hop for life

I'm a cutthroat killa with a butter knife

Man I got the dick that your mother likes



[Chorus]



[Outro: Rude Jude]

Aiyyo Mom and Dad

Thanks a million for raising me bang up job Dad

You left when I was 5 dickhead!

Yo, I got a secret for you Mom

I don't even like going to those family reunions

I just go there to bang my cousins

That's it, you think I like playing volleyball?

I'm lookin at their asses Ma

I'm tryin to knock up one of my cousins Mom

Yo Pop, I think you're a fuckin homo

Hey thanks for payin for my college, I'm learnin a lot

I'm learnin a million, I'm learnin a bunch of shit

Like how to put rufees in chicks drinks and fuck 'em in the face

Look for me at teabag.com bitch

Thanks Mom, thanks Dad you're great

Hey Proof, thanks for gettin me on the fuckin record

Pssh, college, I never been to college

Community college what?

I gotta say somethin else, what?

Fuck it, I'm done...







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PROOF
High Rollerz (feat B-Real)[size=7]



[B-Real]

Loaded, dazed, confused..



I'm in the Esco' rollin the crisp weed

You know that I'm never ever blazin the Bush weed

You know you're on cloud nine fuckin with me duke

Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof

Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs

I'm gettin high every time that you speak your words

Well I'm glad that means more for me son

I hit the bong so hard they call me green lungs

They say that I'm the buddah master, "Rock Superstar"

You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar

Now I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin me fam?

You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam

We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin my strain

It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain

See I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys get dough for me

All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony



[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, Proof]

[BR] Hittin the blunts and bongs

[MM] Puffin those trees and leaves

[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's

[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light

[BR] Sittin up top of the world

[MM] Gettin on top of your girl

[BR] Crack on those poles and pipes

[Pr] You know it's on tonight

[BR] Roll it and pass the light



[Proof]

You know your man's royal can be Ishmael {?}

Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills

They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills

And I'm the (Proof), got on my (Method) so (Be-Real)

A retired weed head that need bread for trickin

Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin

Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets

I jam like I don't know how to work the tec

Nine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn'

Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge

Biscuits is poppin, ain't no stoppin like Hendrix and Joplin

'til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went

Profit of coppin, most often is gobbled

Stackin my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo

Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs

Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?



[Chorus]



[Method Man]

I semi-automatically spit flows at trash

Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half

If I speak a little fast you get whiplash

Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass

Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed

My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags

And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high

Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by

Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly

One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh

How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes

That's kinda farfetched like me passin a piss test

Okay, let's (Be-Real), here's the (Proof), we need cash flow

Might catch me in the movies lightin up in the back row

For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that

It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?

In fact..



[Chorus][/size]

Intro: Busta Rhymes] (Eminem)
Yeah! Guess who it is!
Aiyyo Dre! I think they in trouble! (WOO!!!)
Scott Storch! Why you have to do it like this to them?!
Feels like a new day

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] (Eminem)
Listen, now every time I come and I hit you niggaz with shit regardless
You get retarded and then the niggaz ain't got a clue
On how the fuck I do what I do and say what I say
And spit what I spit you ain't never even gotta question who
Cause you know that I'm the only nigga that can ever come
And spitefully turn the place in to a motherfuckin zoo
Then I come and I spit all crazy sh-sh-sh-shit

And m-m-m-make n-n-niggaz do exactly what I want 'em to
From my point of view instead of trying to step up
you still trying to play catch up and keep up with the way a nigga grew
These niggaz panick and freakin get schizophrenic and let they emotions out
And I doubt they can ever test my crew
Take a second check it I wreckon my records are better than
Whatever record you recorded that's why ya shit is through (WOO!!!)
You fuckin idiot I don't think you get it
I'm one of the greatest ever period every syllable is true

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Shit on a mic and do do, my doo-doo
You do not have a fightin chance to move you you were covered in my poo-poo
Smothered in my manure while I spit saliva fluid do-do-do-do-do-do
G-g-g-goobers secluded you
You don't have a clue as to what we're about to do do you
So just sit back and watch somethin you just gon have an a-chew
You just made me sneeze I'm allergic to beats like these
Please excuse me my allergies are actin up thanks a lot Scott
Your probably wonderin why there's thunderin everyone
Is runnin and duckin up under everything up on the block
Cause Bus a Bus and Flipmode just tip toed into the club
With shady quietly tryin not to start up a riot with Doc
But since we always started we might as well have a party
So gather 'round everybody come on lets get our drink on
And you ain't got to do nothin special for this occasion
Just reach in the closet put somethin on and get to the club

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Catch you niggaz and snatch you niggaz you bunch of bumblin fools
Who got me rumblin dudes all way down the block
Keep on stumblin and jumblin over their words and vowels
Throw in the towel see you niggaz is on the clock
And you runnin out of time see I'm tired of all y'all
M-m-m-mumblin-m-m-mumblin n-n-nigga I got it locked
Every single time you put my shit in your cd player and turn up the volume
You bang your head because your shit is not
I - continue with crumblin niggaz and tumblin niggaz
You struggle while I humble a nigga with the glock
Then I watch you while I'll keep on fumblin while I got you tr-tr-tremblin
For one of my niggaz bust ya head with a rock
Before I start to do another thing then to make you crown me the king
With such a butter swing nigga follow the flock
Now watch my brotha bring all my diamonds to summer bling
while I'm climbin and fuck her then tell you bitch to get off my yacht

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now if you ain't runnin you ain't handicappin your vision
I think it's simple enough think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggaz can never ever really fuck with me
Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll

[Intro/Talking:]
Yeah. It's the R. 40 ounces of mo liqor make me wanna take some if it.

[Verse 1:]
See I roll aroun sittin on dubs cat n I I was high on shrubs. Coolin' in my Escalade, man I'm paid I got it made. Take me to yo special place, close yo eyes show me yo face... I'm gonna piss on it.

[Chorus:]
Haters wanna hate, lovers wanna love. I don't even want none of the above I want to pee on you. Yes I do I'll piss on you I'll pee on you.

[Verse 2:]
Said yo body, yo body, is a portapody... and a PI Kit. And it knows Karate, knows Karate, knows Karate. I'm a pee on you. Drip, drip, drip pee on you all on you. Piss on you, piss on you. You'll neva feel... quite the same when you get a whiff of my Hershey stains. I wanna poop on you too. I want to pee in yo food. Only thing'll make my life complete when I turn yo face to a toilet seat. I want to pee on you. Yes I do, yes I do I'll pee on you I'll piss on you.

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Won't you braid my hair? Said won't you braid my hair?

Xzibit feat. Snoop Dogg - X

[size=7]
Yeah, ladies and gentleman

Broadcasting live to you and yours

It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit

Yeah, bounce it

Come on



The first day of the rest of my life

X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike

Y'all keep the spotlight

I'm keeping my rhymes tight

Lose sight of what you believe

And call it a night

This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit

That you're used to

Teflon territory you just can't shoot through

You gon shoot who? (Who?)

Not even on your best day

Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up

Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a fuck

Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut

Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup

Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze

Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities

Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities

Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range

Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange



[1] - (X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground

(X) to the Z and we all in the family



[Repeat 1]



Ever since Xzibit has spit, been on some pimp shit

Approach every woman like a potential mistress

Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight

Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife

Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa

I run it through and money come out

Runnin' your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house

Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch

Now you know that it was bound to happen

I came to give you what you lackin'

Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin

Rockin' chains, stadium, paladiums, cracked craniums

My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium

Drop tops sittin' on twenties

Using rappers like crash test dummies

Stackin' real estate and money

It's funny how things change overnight

When you thinking right

I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife



[Repeat 1 2x]



What an event?

We hardcore 100%

Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents

The real deal, how does it feel?

No special effects

Yank the chain off of your neck

Demand the respect

Now all your conversations sound strange to me

It be like everybody around me done changed but me

I stand alone on my own two feet

Stagger tracks, strangle the beat

Restless no time for sleep

Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet

It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend

Straight to the chair

(Not these niggas again)

Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in

I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless

Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious

Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle

Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM



[Repeat 1 2x]



[Snoop Dogg]

So there you have it; A-B-C, D-P-G-C

X to the motherfuckin Z

Mr. Xuberant, Xtravagant, Xtrodinary, Xciting, X-a-lotta

X-O with a little bit of Xtasy

X-ing your bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the G

And what's the recipe? Xcalibur weaponary

And we shoot Xceptionally

That there is hot- X marks the spot?

Fuck naw, X spots the marks

Xclamation point, niggaz!


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Има опомена во темата Опомени во корцагин!

а! ок! епа нека превземе нешто!

Look At You
You Look At Me
(You Can't Help It You're Feeling Butterflies)
Its obvious,
We have Chemistry
(I think I know it cuz it feels so right)
Girl I wanted so long to know
Now Your telling me you gotta let it go
(Dont Tell Me I have to start all over again)
I Never thought that this day would come
(This is somthing that i've wanted in my life)
I relize that you're the one
(and you're telling me its time to say goodbye)
To Put this out of my heart It ain't gonna change
So it shouldn't be so easy to walk away
(You feel it I feel it lets not be tense)

(Chorus)
Baby, I Don't Know What Love Is
Maybe I'm A Fool
I Just Know What I'm Feeling
And It's All Because Of You
Don't Tell Me
I Don't Know
I Want The Truth
Cuz They Call It
We Call It
You Call It
I Call It Love

It's so clear for you to see
(dont let anybody tell you what to do)
Why they can't they just let us be happy
(i dont want to find somebody new)
If you know whats real in your heart
Then dont let them tear us apart
(Cuz you feel it I feel it Lets think this through)

(Chorus)
Baby, I Don't Know What Love Is
Maybe I'm A Fool
I Just Know What I'm Feeling
And It's All Because Of You
Don't Tell Me
I Don't Know
I Want The Truth
Cuz They Call It
We Call It
You Call It
I Call It Love

(Break)
We Have a bond thats unbreakable
And its not time to let it go
And now that we know its real
We are going to let it show
To the whole world
That I'm yours forever
and you're my girl

(Chorus)
Baby, I Don't Know What Love Is
Maybe I'm A Fool
I Just Know What I'm Feeling
And It's All Because Of You
Don't Tell Me
I Don't Know
I Want The Truth
Cuz They Call It
We Call It
You Call It
I Call It Love
(Repeat 2)

Love
They Call It Love
I Call it
Love