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Chapman Steven Curtis lyrics - Speechless

I Do Believe

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Sitting in as traffic jam 11:52 pm Just a few miles south of Cincinatti, Ohio I take my pen and start to write The thoughts that fill my head tonight Nothing terribly profound Just these simple words That keep my heart anchored down That keep my restless heart anchored down I do, I do, I do, I do believe I know, I know, I know, I know it's true, yeah I do, I do, I do, I do believe Lord, I believe in You I believe in You Now these can be confusing times The skeptics posing as the wise It's hard to see the light Through all the shadows of the doubt But You keep saying all the while It takes the vision of a child Looking through the eyes of faith to see reality So once again I will say I believe You're the life You'r e the truth, You're the way If this faith in You is blind It's not to anything that's true 'Cause Your love opens up my eyes To see that everything I need Is found when I believe in You, yeah

Gotta Make That Money

TQ "They Never Saw Me Comin'"
Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no Seems like every night, right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me, that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can't tell you 'bout the next man But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again [Chorus] And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I'm still gon' get mine, still gon' get mine Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs And I won't be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they scrilla Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be killin' I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won't you come thru [Chorus] And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' [E-40] Sometimes I'm suited up Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin' Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin' Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin' Godzilla ballin' When it's money callin' War-rank, war-rank Just ride your runners fool Be 'bout your bank Sittin' fat like chupling All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread Hirries on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead, dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, man I do it Check it out Money schemin' Chris Alberchuck, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Biatch!!!

React - Redman

ERICK SERMON "React"
[Intro] Just Blaze, yeah Check me out now Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now Yo, yo, yo Let me hear ya say kisi ko (if someone) Uh huh, kudkushi ka (has suicidal) uh huh, shok ho tow (interests) uh huh kya kare (then what can WE do) Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon Where them dogs at [Erick Sermon] Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly I should be in the sky with birds I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo (Hey yo, them TENS nigga) I know, I keep 'em clean though Come through stormin' the block like El Nino Scoop up an arabic chick before she close She goes, kisi ko, those my people Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them key folks Yeah, watch how the E lows 64 Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor Burn out, I do it for the kids They're hoppin' it turn style, the E goin' wild Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga kisi ko kudkushi ka soge ho tho kya kare vo kisi ko kudkushi ka soge ho tho kya kare vo 1 - Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react, kisi ko kudkushi ka soge ho tho kya kare vo Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty I leave your eye like a 9-9 biz-buggy, puffy Brit niggas get real ugly Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender My shots like squeegy men on your window Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member Get away (kisi ko)when I sat down in the office Heat in my 'lac keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it Yo' bitch is my bitch when it's over No Cristall, I'll pour duck with King Cobra Out in the Nova, don't bother My knee not brown, cost is a shot down the quarter Repeat 1 Hey yo Red, he's over (Word?) with his shit right now Watch this, told ya Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin', I'm milk I'm that kid Gizmo, which y'all billin' Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal Free When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out Total recall for people to breathe I got dogs in the backyard (kisi ko) shittin' their lawns We got chickens ain't leaving 'till six in the morning Round and round we go, circle the area Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott Dozy-doe, we're cowboys with a saddle-lac Rodeo with 24's on the Cadillac What your name is, yo, R.E.D. Crack cost money, but the E is free, yeah repeat 1

Big Shots (G-unit Diss)

JOE BUDDEN "Mixtape Kings"
its that on-top music!.. (Chorus)(Big Shot) ..Yea Yea its cha boy boy listen to'em I think finally the steroids is gettin to'em or maybe if people believe in all his hard raps, or maybe its the tangtops with the bra straps maybe he's really believen he's a heathen like the dude he stole his name from, dude ain't the same none nothin's hard body about'em, he's like pudding, so here we are beat the floor it's dwight goodman so i can sit and wait while ya team gets soft, or i can go get u picked, no screens involved I can get you offed for a clip no fiens involved, or we can take it one further and get Queens involved Where they no he went to jail, never over a banger He went to boot camp, not to pop wit the gangsters sorta like Yayo who staid in D.C. and you can ask anybody up in J.D.C. so i guess he's a tough guy now that he's free, but doin that kind of jail time is easy but it's not beneath me, really i gives a fuck I can put the whole unit on the next flip and tuck, BUT! If he keep his dudes in check, I keep it real wit'em punch Banks in the face if he still wit'em i don't worry bout puttin the clips in the 40 (why?) pistol whip Lloyd when Fifty'll do it for me (chorus) Far as the kid Game, he's lame lets say the least Mad he's from the west so he converted to the East Always talkin about him n' his mans that'll blast pounds but when you see him, he's just dancin in the background I tore Game apart, i thought by now the asshole would have a change of heart Especially since i got the tape, but it's gangster on 'change of heart' Teary eyed cause his shorti had a change of heart, But i smell somethin fishy theirs a con in the air slacks, his tongue peirced, streaks blonde in his hair Who's he playin wit? Keep sayin shit and ya body'll take the same tour Regan's did Still tryin to get a buzz, embarrased, the kids hurtin Reachin, he's losin his head, he's Nick Birdman And as far as Banks and Buck i'm done discussin'em I only beef wit niggas who own publishin Curtis your a bum and your almost done Same artist that you were dissin, is exactly what you've become Saw'em at Summer Jam and all he did was stare Walk off stage and all you heard was 'Geah!' (They through the chairs at'em!) Dont be seen no more, he's a Queen no more and he can't even step foot in Queens no more Sellin his soul, Banks I hope your proud of your father Now we all see the 'Power of a Dollar' (Chorus) ..fade out with quarter drop..

On My Way To Work

BRIGHT EYES
There's a car parked where the block begins And these people singing praises Say it's all because of him And there's a bird perched on a frayed wet wire And his voice sings out for a lover But it's covered by the choir Of voices reaching way beyond the rafters With devotion they perform these sacred tasks They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks Slight suffering is not too much to ask Besides, we all are making money And we're all fucking alone And we don't know what we're doing Maybe just buying us some hope Because we know that we are lonely Well, yeah, lonely that's for sure And the older ones are coughing Yeah, the older ones they're dying Maybe we're all dying I pass a graveyard on my way to work Today I saw two dozen white roses on a fresh new mound of dirt And I wondered about the occupant When the darkness finally swallowed him was he calm and content? Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed Crying out loud for someone to help him Then collapsing on his back all pale and dead Maybe it's me who's this unstable Always obsessed about the end Why can't I let what happens happen And just enjoy the time I spend? Oh, how I wish it was that easy But when there is no point to anything You know it gets a bit confusing Why it is that I keep going Why is it that we keep going?

Bobby Gentry

BETH ORTON
blue and you lean on me you know that your crushing me you're soaking and i cannot breathe you're seeding the clouds you're building a web cross the night an unusual night meant for me collecting dead rainbows from puddles and mires taking them home to warm by the fire this flower's in bloom it'll never expire it's just coming round again i'm tearing my heart from the seams i keep tearing my heart on the seams but i'll keep pushing ya cause i know just where you're going yeah i'll be pushing ya till it's to far to get back home won't put my soul on strike cuz at the speed of light i can do what i like blue and you lean on me you know that your crushing me you're soaking but still i can breathe you're seeding the clouds you're building a web cross the night saved by unusual daydreaming ways i'm tearing my... yeah, i'll keep loving like it's all i've ever known yeah, i'll be givin ya till it's too far to get back home i'll put my heart on strike cuz at the speed of light i can be out of sight yeah, i'll be lovin ya like it's all i've ever known yeah i'll be lovin ya till it's to far to get back home won't put my soul on strike cuz at the speed of light i can do what i like

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