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R KELLY lyrics - TP-2.COM

I Wish

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I wish, I wish, I wish To every city I wish, I wish, I wish Every hood I wish, I wish, I wish And every block I wish, I wish, I wish Good Ol' America! Rollin' through the hood Just stopped by to say what's up Came to let you know That your baby boy ain't doing so tough And even though you passed Going on four long years Still waking up late at night crying tears Just thinking about those days You used to talk to me Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennesy And remember we bragged on how rich we would be To get up out this hood was like a fantasy 1 - And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin' Oh I can't believe my ears And what everybody's sayin' And boy I'll tell you Folks don't know the half I would give it all up Just to take one ride (With you) How I used to kick it on the front porch (With you) And how I used to lay back and smoke weed (With you) And all the little days and party joints we'd do Now I'm just missing you How I wish 2 - I wish that I could hold you now I wish that I could touch you now I wish that I could talk to you Be with you somehow I know you're in a better place And you know I can see your face I know you're smiling down on me Saying everything's okay And if I never leave this thug life I'll see you again someday I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish Now ever since this money come Been nothing but stress Sometimes I wish I could trade in my success Y'all look at me and say boy you've been blessed But y'all don't see the inside of my unhappiness Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton That's why you hear me shootin' This real shit off like a gun Hmm I wonder how my friends would treat me now If I wasn't iced up with a Bentley and a house That's why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits And fake ass playas get a real playa hatin' 'em Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass come around But y'all don't wanna raise the roof Until my shit is going down Repeat 1 (With you) How I used to hoop off in them tournaments (With you) And how I used to club hop on weekends (With you) Your family called the morning of the tragic end Damn, my condolensces Repeat 2 Voices in my head be telling me to come to church Saying the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt Dreaming of windows black tinted like a hurst When waking up to life sometimes seems worst And all I ever wanted is to be a better man And I try to keep it real with my homies now For me to save the world I don't understand How did I become the leader of a billion men? Repeat 1 (With you) How I used to street perform on Friday (With you) And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday (With you) Standing here throwing them songs at me Somebody pray for me Repeat 2 till end

U & Me

TRINA "Diamond Princess"
[Chorus] You and Me We can make it last You and me We can make it last You and me We can make it last You and me We can make it last You and me... [Verse 1] It was me and you Trina who shared the hard times Still in love wit niggas who was serving some hard times Or involved wit niggas who lost their lives When Hollywood passed I nearly lost my mind I then rolled wit the traffickers worked in the Maximas When D.A in back of us, I'm stretched out nervous Asking myself, 'Bitch was this really worth it' What's my purpose I gotta keep searching It was me and you Trina who asked the same questions we decided when and which hoes we would fuck it shop wit thug wit get into some thug shit turn 'em on to niggas who deep into that thug shit get money fuck a little let a nigga touch a little had to make moves our home was so fucking little Feel that I know you do, guess what I wrote it too Please recognize this is a hip hop quoteable [Chorus + (over lapping the chorus)] (And even through the loneliest time we survived through our loneliest nights Just think about the struggling times when we survived through a nickel and dime And even if I had all the bread in the world I'd give it all up for one shot at You and Me, I'm that same bitch) [Verse 2] You and me were best friends but I'm the one you talk about I showed love to everybody before I walked about the parties the club the function I leave you bring up discussions on who I'm fucking You and me were best friends we talked about abortions As little girls hair braided o the same porches We promised each other we would share the same losses Ya baby daddy passed we share the same losses It was you and me hoe getting c-notes bell hoppers to the death while Irish hoes deep throat Yeah it's beef in the air and why she know If anybody do she know how we flow Miami bitches you know how we go Nice entourage lock mints wonder bras Sit in the club I miss how it was [Chorus + (over lapping the chorus)] [Verse 3] You know it's really funny how the tables turn I moved forward and thank God for the lessons learned I used to strip clubs as a stepping stone Hit the stage got paid it wasn't my second home Ask somebody Trina been the shit on the streets Roll wrap late nights been the shit on the beach Brought blue baby jeans just to shit on the Keep tall body guys just to sit underneath Sit back pop bottle ya'll sit on ya'll feet Screaming my name tryna get in V.I.P I don't own the club boo I'm just showing love too But every time I see ya face I think of me and you It's disappointing that you fell off well not fell off I just can't accept you not being well off It wouldn't be me if I didn't tell all I even tried to call you but ya cell off [Chorus + (over lapping the chorus)]

Motive 4 Murder

TWISTA "Mobstability"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz) [Liffy Stokes] the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to ball while waiting for this pussy ass job to call and it ain't hopping got me tipping to hear them things popping cash bags dropping with plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking its what I'm on I cry when I'm at home cause I'm alone 24 years and grown with a future unknown my heart was torn from the pain of being back in the game but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a lane so its back to pistols and cane plotting on licks hitting stains the mob life runs through my veins its too late for me to change these streets got me deranged strapped up and paranoid ready to add on situations I can and can't avoid plus big voices getting hot they constantly sneaking on blocks they trying to bring me in unconscious but them pins got popped now they got me on the run cherishing every last breath but I ain't going back its freedom or death that be my motive for murder [begin CHORUS] [Liffy Stokes] now I know you the judge of life and death I ain't evil or nothing but somebody done brought me pain and sorrow so I'ma have to kill something let me count the ways that I can repent trying to stay holy and focused but that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus that be my motive for murder [Twista] I'ma survive these streets another day I know the pain in my heart won't go away these mother fuckers try to murder me and won't nobdy hurt my family thats what he gotta die [end CHORUS] [Mays] 9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better lick if it ain't coming up with the dopest shit then I'm trying to cop the thickest brick cause life in the belly of the best is equal to povertys bottomless pit where bitch niggas trick and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get but it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick before its too late to get straight and the most I make is final pick anywhere they shit like riding slick with a thick chick slobbing your dick even if it means fighting these niggas in cases as long as neither ones thick cause I swear when I get hit I go in a crucial rage like a flick turn straight lunatic making all these bitches niggas hear their final tick but that don't mean my minds sick just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese when trees by the p's and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with ease for sho the skilled poets within in the mask up kill for it I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil blow it bullshit ain't nothing I'm trying to get this first mil in the bank and drive a bullet-proof hummer tank so the next haters who try to air me out come up blank and I'ma have to sacrifice your life with a wrath thats stronger than christ and forces of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight I guess its true moneys the route of all evil cause crooked or legal its all manipulated by the eagle and be my motive for murder [CHORUS] [Twista] lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the start how I'ma hide love from this mark this nigga made my homie die in my arms had to put a slug in his heart mother fuck that stuff it was just a grudge on his part my boy was young and ambitious took his dreams and wishes try to do right but my attitude like blast them bitches drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap I'm bout to snap here come the big pay back looking up on the dresser for the black and gray strap I'm crying and shit I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go kill him even if a slug hit him I was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him can't control them pains now its time to throw them thangs visions of the stud don't stay empty the clip of am out right ambulance come around by the time the hypes taking of his nikes I know it sound cold but this bullet put a hole in my soul never shorties years stole he was only 17 years old and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears roll and I know he used to wild sometimes carry a 9 but you took away your sunshine no more reminising on the fun times balling and coming at bitches with blunt lines but this nigga ain't going to want mine for the pain I'ma handle this funk and dismantle this junk fuck all that in all black and then pumped to run up on this nigga tip up on him then jump mission to kill armed with a fist full of steel eyes gleam with the fury never thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers in front of a prosecuting team and a jury how did one murder turn into 2 revenge had me shooting thorugh hate I couldn't stop in the mist of the action is when that little got shot all because of my motive for murder [CHORUS]

Beat Club

TIMBALAND & MAGOO "Indecent Proposal"
(feat. Sebastin, Sin, Troy Mitchell) [Timbaland] BEAT CLUB! Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YES Uhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhh Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh Uhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhh One, two, three, here we go! [Troy Mitchell] Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug You know that thug that's used to doin it out the dub I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit I'm used to bossin shit and offin clips See hood is around my way - they talk often quick To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks I'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocks Now thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with blunts Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us [Magoo] Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases And they all gettin life We can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'em Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em But I'd rather put my brain on 'em Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em Mag hit it then came on 'em 'Alias,' if you with me you ride Get in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tux Label me 'alias' from my respects to crack this case I'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my face I got an ill way of showin my pain Fuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain I'm goin insane and y'all niggaz, hatin my thang Mag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain [Sin] Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much Uncut, can't touch You remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass nigga Up North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga [Magoo] Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail room After the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broom Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound () But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill Poppin usin the pill, never did it before I wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill I make a mil' (), pussy much fine in weather Fam's wipin they tongues a little Mag run for the street, or for the block Brand new cribs still dissin the pot Some bums take change see Neighbors lookin at Mag strangely Find theyself, hangin from a tree But I'm a real life gleeful 'Alias' is next, but that nigga ain't diesel () [Troy Mitchell] Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin So whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide and women don't know when to slow slide My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin I keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibe I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live From five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimes Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it from I got wholesale weight, that low-sale weight Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow stright Cause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fake That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations Thugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo' Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo' [Sin] Laid back in the same colored Escalade Run over rappers that test the brake Leave you under the jeep and test your faith Put it in reverse and, crush your face Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case Go to jail, no bail, cut your face Get it right nigga, you dealin with apes I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh [Sebastin] Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that How your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the day Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay I'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dame Crackin up like, 'Damn, which one of y'all paid' A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't trade That's the day that the curls slide under the braid I'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fade Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed Puttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like Jake Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves I'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in Dave I ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A

Cuando Limpia El Humo

ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
[Slug (Beyond)] Patterned around the thought and the will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top of that, I found I'm gettin' sick of your voice Retentive, the Earth makes me tend to introvert And I've presented the worth of these kicks and this wrinkled shirt Ingested verse for seconds and a big dessert presented Thirst with sprinkles of dope indisbursed When you burst, it won't be an accident It'll be a worldwide web of heads takin' this shit back again (6-1-2) Now find the emergency exits 'Cause I'ma snap a spine to make an example of the skeptics (Atmosphere) I don't care if you know me or you hate me Just come check out the show and travel back home safely Lately, a weird thought occured to me What if I was to grab the mic, which one of y'all would service me? (Watch the rhythm) Inventions to rock the restless and kill your ego Your whole karma's vibin' off the vex It's best if you take a hard look at what you're givin' me ('Cause your name and your rank don't mean shit to me) [Slug and Beyond] Stars and Stripes are like cars and bikes They're just vehicles you steer to ride other peoples fears Stars and Stripes are like nails and spikes They're just tools that you use against the physical rules [Beyond] Put down your weapon son [Slug talking] Put down your weapon son Put down your weapon son Would you put down your weapon? [Slug (Beyond)] I heard a grip of little voices in a thousand heads Calling me out of my rest to come and plow your steps An elder once told me to always use precision (Discretion and vision when you start the ignition) 'Cause any engine is highly delicate and what you got to say Is irrelevant if you're talking for the hell of it I smell some shit, check your sole, brotha did you step in it, now who suffers from my control deficite? I can't go out like you ('cause you lack dopeness) I'll break your whole crew down to (a bunch of wack poets) Shrapnel gets lodged under your clavicle When your man exploded, Atmosphere concoctin' antidote shit Fuck 'em and the record deal that they rode in on When Shawn is in his vocal groove I come to choke your truth Broke your screws now its open and loose and its ? (Beyond came along and stabbed a DJ in the foot) The spokes bend and buckle (and the wheel collapses) There ain't no need to even ask whether or not you feel the Atmos I'm peelin' back heads performing brain surgery' And sewing 'em back up (There, now you've heard of me) [Slug and Beyond] When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears [2x] [Beyond] Put down your weapon sir [Slug talking] Put down your weapon sir Put down your weapon sir Put down your weapon [Slug (Beyond)] As I sit here with my head between my hands Attention span focused on trying to read the plans I can't shake the thoughts that it might be in vain So I play the radio while I drive me insane (I travel like the wind) I travel like Avis I feel as if I've been to hell and back and I ain't even been to Vegas Pages and pages of notebooks dedicated To separatin' snake skin and amputatin' fake lips (Underestimated) But when you heard me, your masculinity went girly And your whole crew broke out early (Self-preservated) Avoidance is the first choice Calculated: Step the fuck away when you hear this voice Moist, thats how we leave 'em rendered Either the brain or the pubic region, depending on your gender And if you're a female head (no disrespect intended) Unless you step to me on the mic, you must be sheddin' your placenta I wear the honor of an emcee's past Where I wonder "Is this wasteland encased in cheap glass?" Reflected to find the status where you stand (You're just another victim with a mic in your hand) [Slug and Beyond] When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears [4x] [Slug] When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears [7x] When the smoke, Smoke


NAS "Nastradamus"
[Nas] Uh, 2000 G Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef I could let a slug melt in your hat Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em Century 21 solar eclipse While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name Make your name known For the next year's, better rep, yeah [1] - Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shit First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech Uh [Repeat 1] Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's in the throne We gon' rep it the best that we can Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac's now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend And they don't understand how you see over from heaven But that's another level, brethren Tow G's, we got the type fam with Mac 11's We do squeeze, thought it's not right But that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes And we all roll dice, for each other's ice And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys But only one man, only the mind's eyes, can understand that I'm... [Repeat 1] Ill Will Nastrodamus New LP for the 2G Uh Bravehearts Nation Big Things Lucciano Oh, the Lord again M-O-B-B Deep Zaire Jungle Raise hope

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