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Hold Ya Headz High

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(chorus) hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high, verse one: keep steppin keep reppin keep movin towardz a higher goal with my life doin what i gotta do to get by so i stay high aint no punk n***a so f**k the drive by if i wanna kill you i'll do it face to face eye to eye so never stop what you doin what your doin keep your headz held high dont let no n***a stand in my way so im husslin some b***h talks s**t im bussin em straight crushin em into the ground were he belongs make him pay for the things he did right never the wrong and dont even think about runnin up on me strapped bcuz i keep my gats strapped shootin at close range to make sure i hear the exit wound splat out his back cock it again clip clak that goes for any n***a that wants to sneak around my back for an unsuspected attack i wont never stop cuz im keepin glocks when i ride keep'em at easy reach, tied to my side gotta make sure i stay alive so im doin the wrong f**k the right cuz all i've ever wanted to do is live grow old have a wife and two kids (chorus) hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high, hold ya headz high,

Thank You

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 3"
[Jay-Z Talking] Thank you, thank you very much For comin' out this evening [Verse 1] Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you're applause This is your song not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you Please hold your applause For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up Face keep poppin' up On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us Please don't bow in my presence How am I a Legend? I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11 More hits than a Now! 11 That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace Who woulda thought by making birds migrate For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say [Hook] Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind Hold your applause This is your song not mines Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines [Verse 2] Hovi Baby We are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars To keep the ice cold, alright? We the last guys to keep the Wise guys code alive If I can't live by my word Then I'd much rather die No no don't thank me, This is just how my suit is stitched I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick 'Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click Beautiful women sippin' throught rouge lips Dangers approaches We're like wait who's this? Let us save you some trouble son What size suit you is? This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices We'll be sure to send flower baskets kid [Repeat Hook] [Verse 3] I was gonna kill a couple rappers But they did it to themselves I was gon' do it with the flow But they did it with their sales I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell Cuz not only did they brick they put a building up as well They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills Niggas thought they was ill found out they was...ILL And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel [Hook] [Jay-Z] We are really high, really high tonight Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife tonight for me

Get Em High

KANYE WEST "College Dropout"
(feat. Talib Kweli, Common) [Kanye West] I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 1: Kanye West] N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this bastard's flow will bash a skull And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo' Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes That's why we here your music in fast fo' Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo' [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 2: Kanye West] N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on campus Sent me a picture with her feelin on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib) I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib) I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lyin) Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes but GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow back south Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll asist with the charm, aiyyo Ain't you meet that chick at the conference wit ya mom And she's the bomb, boy she got the boujI behavior Always got somethin to say like an okay playa hater Anyway, I don't usualy fuck with the internet Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin that much, you tryin to get off cigarettes And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it [Verse 4: Common] Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke A high filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes The real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a Used too but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is populer Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her Album, how come, you the hot garbager The years clear your image and snooped up Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retirin Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH

With You

ATC "Planet Pop"
With You I see an angel flying down the sky He lifts me up and cries Maybe he's talking to me I see your perfect face that shines I wonder if you are the one that maybe Is coming to me I close my eyes and I'll be there I search the light through all my tears You hold my hand and baby take me up to Somewhere better where I can Fly high - the time is right Fly high - to touch the sky With you with you With all your joy you came into my life You took my heart now I'm dying I'm dying for you Rain is falling down my face You kiss my tears away The music's playing It's playing for you I close my eyes and I'll be there I search the light through all my tears You hold my hand and baby take me up to Somewhere better where I can Fly high... Tonight is going to be the night To get into your soul (To get into your soul - backround vocals) Let me show you that I'll stand There by your side To hold you close I won't let go Together we will Fly high - the time is right Fly high - to touch the sky With you with you I see an angel flying down the sky He lifts me up and smiles Baby I'm talking to you

If

JONI MITCHELL "Shine"
If you can keep your head While all about you People are losing theirs and blaming you If you can trust yourself When everybody doubts you And make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait And not get tired of waiting And when lied about Stand tall Don't deal in lies And when hated Don't give in to hating back Don't need to look so good Don't need to talk too wise. If you can dream And not make dreams your master If you can think And not make intellect your game If you can meet With triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same If you can force your heart And nerve and sinew To serve you After all of them are gone And so hold on When there is nothing in you Nothing but the will That's telling you to hold on! Hold on! If you can bear to hear The truth you've spoken Twisted and misconstrued By some smug fool Or watch your life's work Torn apart and broken down And still stoop to build again With worn out tools. If you can draw a crowd And keep your virtue Or walk with Kings And keep the common touch If neither enemies nor loving friends Can hurt you If everybody counts with you But none too much. If you can fill the journey Of a minute With sixty seconds worth of wonder and delight Then The Earth is yours And Everything that's in it But more than that I know You'll be alright You'll be alright. Cause you've got the fight You've got the insight You've got the fight You've got the insight

Hold On

EN VOGUE "Born To Sing"
intro When I had you I treated you bad Wrong my dear But since, since you went away Don't you know I sit around With my head hanging down And I wonder who's loving you Oooh, my first mistake was I wanted too much time I had to have him morning, noon, and night If I would of known then The things that I know now I might not have lost the time I complain about chorus Don't waste your time Fighting blind minded thoughts of dispair Hold on to your love You gotta hold on Hold on to your love Ooh, ooh, baby hold on Hold on to your love You gotta hold on Hold on to your love The art of playing games now Is not the hearts you break It's bound to good love you make When it's heart's on fire Give him love evryday Remember he needs space Be patient and he'll give his heart to you chorus Trust and honesty too Must be the golden rule You'll feel the strength of passion in your soul Burn so deeply within Ooh, the magic that you share So sacrifice and show how much you care chorus ad lib: Keep the ties Hang on tight And don't let go No, no, no, no If you need him Just keep on Just keep on hanging on Little trust, honesty, golden rules Feel the strength of passion in your soul It's burning so deep Have faith Just keep the fire burning at home Hey yea He'll come home to you He'll be there for you He'll want to have you fade

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