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[Amaru]

Tupac - Mama's Just a Little Girl

Young mothers
That's right
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
(MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL)
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya

She was ..
Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold
Still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
Was only 15
Should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'Coz even though they died
You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery
But look at what you gettin'
It's a blessing in disguise
When you find out your pregnant
No money, no home
And even though you all alone
You'se got to do this on your own
So baby go on
I wish you luck
And if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand
The way it feels when you fighting the world
Facing all this drama
When mama's just A little girl

Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she's a ??
Time ain't on her side
Mama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high

At 16 what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months
Then finally its time
What do we find?
A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time of the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police
Don't come home (why)
'Coz mammas acting crazy
At the hospital
'Bout to have another baby
Like the rose from concrete
Grown within
Blessed with twins
How the hell can mamma raise 3 men
So we began a closest family
Such insanity
A happy home
For one act inhumanity
Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted
Used the rubber belly
Begging us to breathe if she love us
Now mamma sits quiet
Sipping peppermint schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world?
She ain't the cause of all the drama
Cause mommas just a little girl

Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Liven if she is or not
Time ain't on her side
Cause ama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
(How could she raise us)

Now
Would she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here
I see her clutching her son
In her arms she hurt
Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy
But who could stop the grief?
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top me
Probably be an innocent man
But still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse?
Nothing but pain
Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
Cause everybody's in paying back society
I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur
My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die for we get it
Though we shed tears
So many peers I done buried
Worried and scared
Knowing I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world
No-one cares
No it ain't fair
But we all there
And do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand
Mamma told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talking about coward
What you niggas want?

(hey)
They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha
You' just a little girl
See mammas just a little girl
(hey hey)

Mama
don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she is or not
time ain't on here side
mama's just a little girl
(mama's just a little girl)
she gotta hold her head up high

They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses (echo)
This is the concrete (echo)
And these are my damaged petals (echo)
Don't ask me why (echo)
Thank god nigga (echo)
Ask me how (echo)
(hahaha)

You see, mama's just a little girl

[_DEATH_]

Tupac - Thugz Mansion (Acoustic feat Nas)

[Tupac Talking]

Shit, tired of getting shot at
Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
You na'mean?
Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G

At Thugs Mansion

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]

A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried
But when I held that nine
All I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I've survived
Praying hard for better days
Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor
And no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we Gs
We still visualize places
That we could roll a piece
And in my minds eye
I see this place the players go and pass it
Got a spot for us all
So we can ball
At Thugs Mansion

[Chorus]

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

[Verse 2 - Nas]

A place where death doesn't reside
Just thugs who collide
Not to start beef
But spark trees
No cops rolling by
No policemen
No homicide
No chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's mama to cry
See I'm a good guy
I'm trying to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die
I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy
Asked the holy spirit to save me
Only difference from me Jose Davis is gray hair maybe
'Cause I feel that my eyes saw too much suffering
I'm just twenty some odd years and I already lost my mother and I cried
tears of joy
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more
My love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Ann Jones
She raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone
She shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together
Sipping heavenly champagne where angels soar with golden wings
At thugs mansion

[Chorus]

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]

Dear mama don't cry
Your baby boy's doin good,
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson
And Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came
Lil' Latasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you understand
Only God can save us
Where Miles Davis cutting lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on
They in heaven found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this
In Heaven
So right before I sleep dear God what I'm asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion

[Chorus]

[Amaru]

Tupac, Notorius B.I.G. - House Of Pain

Born again
The motherfucking dust kicker
Who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga, Before you bust?
My name is spoken on the tounges
Of so many foes, Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks
I don't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain
My claimed fame
From doing flick, To bustin tricks
Out the fuckin frame
Got these bitches on my jock
Niggaz on my block
Jealous ass suckas got to duckin from my smokin glock
And bustin niggaz asses just to stay alive
Skinny assed nigga watchin bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how i'm livin
I'ma hustler buckin bustas till they die
Now it's on in the ghetto
You ain't heard
Niggaz got they AK's headed for the burbs'
Aiming at the skin head bitches let it rain
(house of pain)
Givin them a big welcome to the house of pain

House of pain, House of pain
House of pain, Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain, House of pain
House of pain, Welcome to the house of pain

(stretch)
Yo i'm hunting down this nigga
And he knows so he's stressin
He better count his blessins
And get ready for this lesson
Cuz Stretch gonna teach him
When he reach him
With the mack,
And lay that ass down on his motherfucking back jack
Slack is something that a nigga don't take
His mom's run the church so i'ma see her at his fuckin wake
Make way!
The nigga payed me the other day
I'm walkin with my son
And the nigga had somethin to say
Hey! the nigga tried to diss
Boy he got it twisted
He shoulda watched Amerikaz most
I'm listed
For killing motherfuckers like him
So i'ma bring him to the house of pain
And kill him with a grin
Flim flam God DAMN
I'm not the one to choke him
And smoke him
i'm gonna smack him with my fuckin gun
Son you make your last mistake
And i don't know your name
(house of pain)
But welcome to the house of pain

House of pain, House of pain
House of pain, Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain, House of pain
House of pain, Welcome to the house of pain

(Notorious B.I.G)
(Biggie coughin)
The country bud got me chocking
I'm on a mission til the point that motherfuckers think i'm smoking
Yeah that sick nigga Biggie
With the eight shot flip
Got a extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that a killing is thrilling
All the blood spilling
Is all the part of drug dealing
A born gangsta
My daddy was a thug
Had a 38
With a hollow point slug
So when he licks shots
Niggaz drop quicker than a Bootlegger
Sells his Liquor
A little nigga tryna squeeze 22's
In my Reebok shoes
Payin dues while kids was on there one's and two's
But
Now i'm much older, colder fuck a holdsta
Got them Mack 11's swingin from my shoulda
It's a damn shame, I gotta put my momma through this strain
(house of pain)
I'm living in the house of pain

House of pain, House of pain
House of pain, Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain, House of pain
House of pain, Welcome to the house of pain
House of pain, House of pain
House of pain, Welcome to the house of pain

(Notorious B.I.G)
This is a tribute
Bad Boy
House of pain
Born again

[Աբելյան]

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a
G
... at thug mansion

[Verse One]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..

[Verse Two]
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear
departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest
dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]

[Verse Three]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam
Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come
home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)]

[Tumbler]

Nelly ft. Lunatics-E.I.

[Hook]
I said it must be ya ass cause it ain't ya face
I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill
I said it must be ya ass cause it ain't ya face
I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill
I said if ya see a tipdrill point her out, where she at
Point her out, where she at
Point her out, there she goooooes
I said if ya see a tipdrill point her out, where she at
Point her out, where she at
Point her out, there she goooooes

[Nelly]
We throwin money in the air like we dont give a fuck
Lookin for a tipdrill, I mean a tipdrill
We throwin money in the air like we dont give a fuck
Lookin for a tipdrill, I mean a tipdrill

[Murphy Lee]
Now mama girl you gotta friend that dont mind joinin in
I'm a tipdrill, cause I'm a tipdrill
Now mama girl you gotta friend that dont mind joinin in
I'm a tipdrill, cause I'm a tipdrill

[Kyjuan]
Now baby girl bring it over let me spit my pimpjuice
I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill
Now baby girl bring it over let me spit my pimpjuice
I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill

[Ali]
I said it ain't no fun less we all get some
I need a tipdrill, we need a tipdrill
I said it ain't no fun less we all get some
I need a tipdrll, we need a tipdrill

[Hook]

[Ali]
Now come on girl you know what we came here for
Is You a tipdrill, we need a tipdrill
I said now come on girl you know what we came here for
We need a tipdrill, I gotta tipdrill

[Kyjuan]
You lookin good in them shorts but they look better on the floor
Cause yous a tipdrll, cause yous a tipdrill
You lookin good in them shorts but they look better on the floor
Cause yous a tipdrill, cause yous a tipdrll

[Murphy Lee]
Now ya see I wanna let you ride but the rubber might slide
Yous a tipdrill, girl you a tipdrill
I said I wanna let you ride but the rubber might slide
Yous a tipdrill, girl you a tipdrill

[Nelly]
Turn that ass up mama put that dip in ya back
And let me tipdrill, just let me tipdrill
Turn that ass up mama put that dip in ya back
And let me tipdrill, just let me tipdrill

[Hook]

[Nelly]
We be like andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's poppin tonight?
I said andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Well If the head right, I'll be there ery'night
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's poppin tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Well If the head right, I'll be there ery'night

[Girl]
It must be ya money, cause it ain't ya face
You a tipdrill, nigga you a tipdrill
I said it must be ya money, cause it ain't ya face
You a tipdrill, nigga you a tipdrill
My apple bottom look right, I know you wanna bite
Yous a tipdrill, I heard you was a tipdrill
My apple bottom look right, I know you wanna bite
Yous a tipdrill, I heard you was a tipdrill
I got you payin my bills and buyin automobiles
Yous a tipdrill, nigga you a tipdrill
I got you payin my bills and buyin automobiles
Yous a tipdrill, nigga you a tipdrill
I know you a trick go spend that shit
You old tipdrill, you monkeyass tipdrill
I know you a trick go spend that shit
You old tipdrill, you monkeyass tipdrill

[Hook]

[Interlude]
I need a FREAK (ohhhh)
To hold me tight (ohhhh)
I need a FREAK for seven days and seven nights (ohhhh)
I need a FRREEAK (ohhhh)
That will not choke (ohhhh)
I need a FREAK ta let me stick it down her ohhhhh

[Hook] - repeat 2X

[St. Lunatics]
St. Louis got tipdrill
Nap-town got tipdrill
Cleveland got tipdrill
K.C. got tipdrill
Miami got tipdrill
New Orleans got tipdrill
Detroit got tipdrill
D.C. got tipdrill
Westcoast got tipdrill
Chi-town got tipdrill
A.T.L. got tipdrill
Oklahoma got tipdrill
All you all got tipdrill
Midwest got tipdrill
Eastcoast got tipdrill
Whole world got tipdrill

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Snoop Dogg ft. R. Kelly-That's that

[R. Kelly]
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like
That's that shit
I'm in the back of the club
Blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like
That's that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I'm like
That's that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That's that shit

[Snoop dogg]
Let's get this party jumpin'
Me and Kel gone get it bumpin'
They humpin'
Like when it's over
We gone all get into somethin'
The Dog is fresh
Southside without a vest
Nothin on my chest
But these ladies up out the Midwest
I must confess
That in the Chi is so blessed
Leaving nothing on my mind
But Doggy, you and safe sex
This ain't a test
You fucking with a cold mess
Meet me in Chicago
Let me get you to this real west
It's real strong
Real fat and real long
Doggies in the building
Holdin' something they can feel up on
And once they get it
Something they can build up on
Take that skinny nigga home
Work that filling till it's gone
Get that home grown
Put that shit on Daddy long
I know how you ladies do it
T-shirt with no panties on
Let's get this shit crackin'
Kell and Doggy Dogg in action
If you in here all alone
You might get this dog bone

[R. Kelly]
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like
That's that shit
I'm in the back of the club
Blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like
That's that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I'm like
That's that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That's that shit

[Snoop Dogg]
Dip low, Six-Four
Hundred spokes and chronic smoke
All these ladies on the floor
Cuz they know what we in here for
Dogg and Kelly came to ball
Get your ass up off the wall
Let that middle wiggle
Now make that shit fall
Not just one, but all y'all
Move it like you want it all
Let me see you bounce it for me
Work that shit for Doggy Dogg
You gots to do it
Is that your crew
Bring 'em too
Come here let me take you through it
Then once Kelly get into it
We can get this after party
Poppin' everybody
Got themselves another body
Knockin' out
Without protection though
That's my confession
But at the spot
If you just think
Your gonna listen
You can drop it like it's hot
Hold up
I came to cool out
Lay back and get blown
Maybe Henny, maybe gin
A couple shots of Patron
And if you didn't you missed it
But now it's known
That this cash shit
Kells sing that song

[R. Kelly]
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like
That's that shit
I'm in the back of the club
Blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like
That's that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I'm like
That's that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That's that shit

So if you think you got the bomb shit
(Holla at a playa)X3
And if you lookin' for some good sex
(Holla at a playa)X3
Girl if you ever in the 3-1-2
(Holla at a playa)X3
And if you're ever in the 2-1-3
(Holla at a playa)X3

Chorus X2
I pull up, whip low in the Phantom
With the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like
That's that shit
I'm in the back of the club
Blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like
That's that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing video style
I'm like
That's that shit
Snoop Dizzle (Hey)
Your boy Kells (Hey)
Let me hear you say
That's that shit

[_DEATH_]

Breathin
f/ Outlawz

[2Pac]
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?

[Chorus]
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

[repeat Chorus]

[2Pac]
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

[Chorus]

[Young Noble]
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth
Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block
Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac
Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
Stale down here, too many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I'm still breathin

[Napoleon]
Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right
Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true
Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food
Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play
Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K
with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz
Breathin!

[Chorus]

[Kastro]
Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans
Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and
breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I learned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy
The side of seedy that the devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And still I'm breathin!

[E.D.I.]
And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one motherfucker bout to do it again
Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it
Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it
We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel
Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!
We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..)

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em
(and we still breathin..)
Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin?

[Armeno]

2PAC-Hit E'm Up

[Tupac]

So I fucked your bitch

You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}

West Side

Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}

You know who the realist is

Niggas we bring it to {Take Money}

[ha ha, that's alright]

First off, fuck your bitch

And the click you claim

West side when we ride

Come equipped with game

You claim to be a playa

But, I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boys

Niggas fuck for Life

Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak

Hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia

Some mark ass bitches

We keep on coming

While we running for yah jewels

Steady gunning

Keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little Ceasar go ask you homie

How i'll leave yah

Cut your young ass up

See yah in pieces

Now be deceased

Little Kim,

Don't fuck with real ass G's

Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets

So fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know

It's on for Life

Don't let the west side

Ride the night [ha ha]

Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill

Fuck with me

And get your caps peeled

You know, See

Chorus

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh

Who shot me,

But, your punks didn't finish

Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out

You mutha-fuckas know what time it is

I don't know why I'm even on this track

Y'all niggas ain't even on my level

I'm going to let my little homies

Ride on yah

Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches

{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo

Get out the way yo

Biggie Smalls just got dropped

Little move pass the mac

And let me hit 'em in his back

Frank White needs to get spanked right

For setting up traps

Little accident murderers

And I ain't never heard of yah

Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah

Spank the shank

Your whole style when I gank

Gaurd your rank

Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block

I'm running through nigga

And I'm smoking Junior Mafia

In front of yah nigga

With the ready power

Tucked in my Guess

Under my Eddie Bower

Your clout petty sour

I push packages ever hour

I hit 'em up

Chorus

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh

Who shot me,

But, your punks didn't finish

Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it

Keep it real

Its penitentary steel

This ain't no freestyle battle

All you niggas getting killed

With your mouths open

Tryin' to come up off of me

You and the clouds hoping

Smoking dope

It's like a Shermine

Niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die

Talking about you Getting Money

But its funny to me

All you niggas living bummy

While you fucking with me?

I'm a self made Millioniare

Thug livin', out of prison

Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha]

Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch

And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house

Now its all about versace

You copied my style

Five shots couldn't drop me

I took it and smiled

Now I'm back to set the record straight

With my A-K

I'm still the thug that you love to hate

Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N W New jers.

Where plenty of murders occurs

No points to come

We bring drama to all you herds

Now go check the scenerio

Little Ceas'

I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees

Copin' pleas with these [???]

Little Kim is yah

Coked up or doped up

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

What the fuck?

Is you stupid?

I take money,

crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot,

Cocked glock to your knot

Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch

And your [?"Pop stars" pops?] and get dropped and mopped

And all your fake ass east coast props

Brainstormed and locked

You's a B-writer

Pac style taker

I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker

So fill the Alazhay with a chaser

'bout to get murdered for the paper

E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh]

Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke

Thug Life, niggas better be known

Be approaching

In the wide open, gun smoking

No need for hoping

It's a battle lost

I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off

Nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run [ha ha]

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior Mafia click

Dressing up to be us

How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?

When we always on out job

We millionaire's

Killing ain't fair

But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh]

You wanna fuck with us

You Little young ass mutha-fuckas

Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something

You fucking with me, nigga ?

You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up

Before you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,

Bring it.

But we ain't singing,

We bringing drama

Fuck you and your mother fucking mama.

We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.

Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion

Well this is how we gon' do this:

Fuck Mobb Deep,

Fuck Biggie,

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.

And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,

Then fuck you too.

Chino XL, fuck you too.

All you mother fuckers,

Fuck you too.

(take money, take money)

All of y'all mother fuckers,

Fuck you, die slow mother fucker.

My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.

You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.

We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.

West Side till' we die.

Out here in California, nigga

We warned ya'

We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.

We do our job.

You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob

Ain't nuttin' but killers

And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.

Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple

You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts

You know how it is and we drop records they felt

You niggas can't feel it

We the realist

Fuck 'em.

We Bad Boy killas.

[Amaru]

Несчастный случай - Генералы песчаных карьеров

Я начал жизнь в трущобах городских
И добрых слов я не слыхал.
Когда ласкали вы детей своих,
Я есть просил, я замерзал.
Вы, увидав меня, не прячьте взгляд
Ведь я ни в чем, ни в чем не виноват.
За что вы бросили меня? За что!
Где мой очаг, где мой ночлег?
Не признаете вы мое родство,
А я ваш брат, я человек.
Вы вечно молитесь своим богам,
И ваши боги все прощают вам.
Край небоскребов и роскошных вилл,
Из окон бьет слепящий свет.
О если б мне хоть раз набраться сил,
Вы дали б мне за все ответ.
Откройте двери, люди, я ваш брат
Ведь я ни в чем, ни в чем не виноват.
Вы знали ласки матерей родных,
А я не знал и лишь во сне
В моих мечтаньях детских, золотых
Мать иногда являлась мне.
О, мама! Если бы найти тебя,
Была б не так горька моя судьба.

[_DEATH_]

2Pac + Outlawz---Hell 4 a Hustler

[2Pac]
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
I'm makin money moves manditory needs
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
a man of military means in my artillery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no
I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for hustlers

Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

[E.D.I. Amin]
Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? War is war, lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here

[Young Noble]
Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Dyin luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Chorus

[2Pac]
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I've learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler

Chorus

[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild
until they all die, Outlaw
Yes (change my ways) yes
The Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary
Only God can save us
Nuttin but boss players

[Ambrosine]

From Souvenirs To Souvenirs
A lonely room and empty chair
Another day so hard to bear
The things around me that I see remind me of
The past and how it all used to be

From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With dreams you left behind
I'll keep on turning in my mind

There'll never be another you
No one will share the worlds we knew
And now that loneliness has come to take your place
I close my eyes and see your face

(Demis Roussos)

[A<R<A<K<S]

Hayko-Anytime you need

Why, baby tell me why
Does someone always say goodbye?
You should never doubt all I'll ever do
Is watch over you

I only wanna guard
Every beat of your gentle heart
Look and you will see
You can count on me, depend on me

Anytime you need,
Any place you say,
Anything indeed,
Anyhow, any way...

I wanna be your friend
Day by day to the very end
If you ever call crying with the blues
I'm here for you

Anytime you need,
Any place you say,
Anything indeed,
Anyhow, any way...

I'll dry your tears when you cry
And I need no reason why

Anytime you need,
Any place you say,
Anything indeed,
Anyhow, any way...

Anytime you need...

Armenian part of lyrics:
(Endless words…
Pure hope…
Tears and Love
And always with you…)

[CactuSoul]

artist: Kent
album: Isola
year: 1998
song: Velvet

My skin feels strange like there's something underneath
And it's aching to be free
Try to think of something else
In my mind, imagination is running wild
I try to shut my eyes
Try to hide it with a lie
But I'm running out of time
You and I move at the speed of light
One step at a time
We don't have to run
You and I move at the speed of light
And with our smiles
We outshine the sun
You're skin feels strange like there's something underneath
I can feel its breath
Warm upon my neck
And in our minds imagination is running wild
When we shut our eyes
We're running out of time
And all of this is lies
You and I move at the speed of light
One step at a time
We don't have to run
You and I move at the speed of light
And with our smiles
We outshine the sun
You and I move at the speed of light
One step at a time
We don't have to run
You and I move at the speed of light
And with our smiles
We outshine the sun
You and I move at the speed of light
One step at a time
We don't have to run
You and I move at the speed of light
And with our smiles
We outshine the sun

[Root]

.........................................
Ես գիտեմ, որ մարդիկ
Մի անգամ են ապրում,
Մի անգամ են սիրում,
Մի անգամ են մեռնում։

Եվ եթե մեզ Աստված
Թևեր չի ընծայել
Նաև չի պարտադրել
Առնետի պես ապրել։

Եվ եթե այս տարի
Ճոխ չանցավ նոր տարին,
Միևնույն է, գարնանը
Կծաղկի իմ այգին։

[Լէգնա]

Evanescence
Call Me When You're Sober
Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing
We're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie
And you're too late

Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated
No wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time
And you're too late

So don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

You never call me when you're sober
You only want it cause it's over
It's over

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine

So don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind

[Amaru]

БИ-2 "Полковнику никто не пишет"
Большие города,
Пустые поезда,
Ни берега, ни дна -
Всё начинать сначала.
Холодная война
И время, как вода,
Он не сошёл с ума,
Ты ничего не знала.

Полковнику никто
Не пишет,
Полковника никто
Не ждёт.

На линии огня
Пустые города,
В которых никогда
Ты раньше не бывала.
Вернутся поезда
На тонкие слова,
Он не сошёл с ума,
Ты ничего не знала.

Полковнику никто
Не пишет,
Полковника никто
Не ждёт.
Полковнику никто
Не пишет,
Полковника никто
Не ждёт.
Полковнику никто
Не пишет,
Полковника никто
Не ждёт.