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JA RULE lyrics - Pain Is Love

Grand Finale

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[DMX - dialogue] I ain't goin back to jail Next time, the County or the State see me it's gonna be in a bag UHH! This is it baby! End of the road, ha hah! When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon! [Method Man] Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me Cause we family for better or worse, you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer for deceased peers, holdin fort Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked Homicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale [Lennox speaking - movie dialogue] Who wan' test me, c'mon! Me shot pussy-hole fi fun [Nas Escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats Fiend yellin out, who got those Go and see shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and only five in, the Belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth We slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh [Chorus: Ja Rule [repeat 2X]] When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life) [DMX and Lakid {dialogue}] There's mad money out here dawg Mad money out here What you tryin to get it (Word up) You gonna bust your gun to get it (Tsh, whatever yo) I hear you I hear you [DMX] Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on That's D The dawg come and getcha outside The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine, c'mon cry nigga It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall [Chorus]

Words Of Wisdom

CHRISTOPHER CROSS "Another Page"
I can hear your voice and I have no choice Cause the pain is too deep inside And the hurt of a love that is lost has no cure But the love of another heart Your friends try and say it will all get better They say that they know how you feel But your heart isn't sure 'cause it knows what it heard All the things that it read in the letter All the words of wisdom Never seem to ease the pain All the words of wisdom sound the same All the lies of kindness Oh that sweet refrain But you pay the price for the joy that it brings Cause you hear the sound of her name And the morning tries to save you From the shadows of your heart They dance and kiss as you reminisce And it's tearing you apart

Made Niggaz

2PAC "Thug Life"
2Pac f/ Outlawz---Made Niggaz from Gang Related soundtrack [2Pac] No man seperate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on.. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.. Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga [Napolean] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin A made nigga [Fatal Hussein] How many niggaz fall in ya vision? Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?) I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much We made niggaz [E.D.I.] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin [Kastro] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head, there will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea lFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb with a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine [Khadafi] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga [2Pac] Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentence I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga [2Pac] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.. Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin made Niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BEOTCH!!) [Cop speaks over Tupac's part above] Uhh.. sarge.. uhh.. We've got uhh Tupac Shakur.. Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.. Uhh Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uhh I repeat let 'em go I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz.. let 'em go But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go

The Wild Life

FAT JOE "Jealous Ones Still Envy"
(feat. Prospect, Xzibit) [Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit! Shout to my homies out west The hoo-bangers! Mack Deezy for Sheezy All my niggas in the Bronx Holdin them corners down Ya heard Get it right! [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Joe cracks back, been a long time comin No mean to disrespect but a lot of ya'lls frontin Shook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggas Flex drop bombs but you seem to overlook niggas We the nicest in the game, even lifers know the name Throwin blows like Tyson when he rained Fuck the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stocked Generate mil's so I can buy back my old block It's like the rap games far from the crack game Niggas is mad lane (How come) They act tame You can tell from my scars life is hard Shot down in broad day life in front of my Mom's And the feds never give up, they tryin to kill us I'm stressed drinkin ()tearin my liver Livin my life like I dont care I'm out to take the throne My mom's in the window hopin I'ma make it home The streets is funny peeps'll kill you over piece of money, 'specially if you sleepin And dont keep it gully, I'm from the bronx Home of niggas that'll stalk you senseless Dont resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend this Its the wild life, niggas done lost they mind Its the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shine But could you blame them Niggas is brought up with anger Pops in jail, Moms get tossed up on stangers [Prospect] Yo its the wild life Where peeps takin life for keeps Yo its the wild life We all brawlin, fight to eat The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C Some of them on they back lookin up Like 'Yo, why me' [Verse 2: Prospect] I never really had a pops But who the fucks to blame He did 13, and wonder why the steets my name And he's my game, cuz I'm the type To leak your frame, give you a slap With the cast, you can meet my pain Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know I aint a killer but I still might clap at shooters, you for real here Niggas be followin with steps I made my own moves, so the tokers Could swallow they breath Acknowledge the best, and do what I did Like I'm blessed, 7 days in a coma This is life after death I'm in it to win, ya heard From beginning to end, you could get shot even though you once considered a friend Sometimes my minds driven to win Tryin to scare society But cant slip again cuz my lil' man relyin me Everyday I put through a test But still progress I'm tryin to climb hills And tryin to make me kill for less Yo its the wild life Where peeps takin life for keeps Yo its the wild life We all brawlin, fight to eat The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C Some of them on they back lookin up Like 'Yo, why me' [Xzibit] Yo its the wildlife Straight kidnappin and carjackin Yo its the wildlife Nigga fuck scrappin, we all packin I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf Sraight to the dirt We niggas known for puttin in work [Verse 3: Xzibit] I make it all go down right In front of your face Another life goes to waste For names sake of the paper chaser It aint safe here, the bright lights cablide you Mix sedica, swollow you whole They cant find you Worst thing is walkin these streets I need clarity, peace and prosperity Is never gon' see, so niggas with beef Niggas bumpin they gums and teeth Straight to the police Tryin to plant us six feet deep But I aint goin for that My shit clap through your starter cap Pull your socks back, we aint runnin from nothin Comin from nothin, makes you struggle harder for somethin Shit is disgusting, you can even trust who you fuckin The wild life! Colder the nights You niggas aint nice, put yo money where yo mouth is And roll the dice, puffin canibus and tiva With the Don Cartagena, believe a nigga When I say, dont make me have to spray ya Yo its the wildlife Straight kidnappin and carjackin Yo its the wildlife Nigga fuck scrappin, we all packin I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf Sraight to the dirt We niggas known for puttin in work

Luv Me

50 CENT
[Obie Trice] Ya'll don't see me in the hood It's ‘cause I'm doing this man [Obie Trice] Niggas I'm still grinding (yea) I'm still hearing those sirens (whoo whoo) I'm still getting chased by those lights Only the lights lime and my mic's on (unh) And my time is none Because I'm writing more And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this (fo' sho) And I can't let ya'll derail me man I got young Kobe homie, you gotta let go of Obie ‘Cause Obie be back (We ain't going nowhere man) We get them craps going on and that “Yac' going on Soon as a nigga touch down, back from touring It's whatever (whatever), put that on the cheddah man But in the meantime it's Jimmy Iovine time (fo' sho) Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out (fo' sho) This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth And show me love bitch [Chorus] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life [Obie Trice In Background] I don't love you bitch, ha, haha, right I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [Obie Trice In Background] We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money, we don't wanna love no bitches though I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [Eminem] There's a certain mystique, when I speak That you notice that's sort of unique, ‘cause you know it's me My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can't sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money You can't pay me enough, for you to play me, it's cockamamie You just ain't zany enough, to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo I got screws loose, yeah the whole kit-n-kaboodle I'm just brutal, its no rumor, I'm numero uno Assume it, there's no humor in it no more You know, I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me. . . bitch [Chorus] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [Obie Trice In Background] And all the bitches say I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [50 Cent] My boys is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow it's about the stones and the chain (yea) If I was you, I'd love men too, I roll like a boss 911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce (whoo!) I ain't gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit (uh huh) Let me find out he fucking ‘round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape Now shorty' momma in the precinct hollering rape I'm convinced man, something really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil' Kim was hot, till she start fucking with her nose (goddamn!) Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no beats (uh huh) That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell My back shots to help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big Ben taught Charli B'more to deep throat Yea! [Chorus] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life [50 Cent In Background] I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold ya, hahaha I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life [50 Cent In Background] I just wanna love ya I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [50 Cent] Yea!

Unconditional

PETER ANDRE "Revelation"
[Verse 1] I was already there Just in another place Destiny had brought us face to face What I didn't realise Is how you would change my life Turned me from a boy to a man becoming a father before I became a dad Wish I was there for your first breath Wish I could've helped you with your first stand But I'm here now [Chorus] Unconditional Love I finally understand the meaning of it now Its Unconditional Love I pray that life will always treat you kind Unconditional [Verse 2] How could a man Not wanna claim his own Leaving a mother to raise a child alone Baby it was destiny Baby you were made for me With everything that comes alone, I'll give you my world I'll take it on I wish I was there for your first breath I wish I could've helped with your first stand But I'm here now [Chorus] Unconditional Love I finally understand the meaning of it now Its Unconditional Love I pray that life will always treat you kind [Middle 8] When the world doesn't see you like I do I realise the guy that sees you through In the night when you cry and you call out my name You realise there's love surrounding you Heyyy Yeeeeeeeeeeeah I was already there Just in another place Destiny had brought us face to face For what I didn't realise Is how you would change my life You turned me from a boy to a man Becoming a father before I became a dad

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