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The World Changes Forever Every Day

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This is talk -this is pork, this is bullshit -this is beef, This Islam -is the scapegoat, for the Free World grief, The Islam to the slaughter, by some Prick across the water, Buttons pushed by Bush for all mankind, I think you oughta- have really thought this through, Who the fuck are you? To cry boo-hoo then follow through, with an attack on who you think is due… C'mon!!, …. that's-someone-else's-son-or-daughter, Oh I think you oughta, retract-your-knee-jerk-slaughter, Or-you'll-get-hell-from-every-rocket-shell, they'll sock it to ya very well, We'll all get hit, all-kinds-of-shit, everybody-fell-there's-a-rotting-smell, All hell breaks loose, there can be no truce, every blast of every mortar, The world is choked ‘cos you provoked, the wrath of every quarter… He calls for war when he's not sure, who the fuck he's calling for, But heads will roll, blood will spill, Bush will gladly kill, kill, kill, Bomb a fuckin' stretch of sand, blow the peasants off their land, Call upon your right hand man, Blair the Bland, take a stand, Lead us into a useless war, I'm sure we got some points to score, Kill some more and kill some more, Bush knows what we're fighting for… For-him-it's-only-lamb-and-mutton-to-the-frontline-overseas, But-we-can't-jam-the-button, or-harness-a-radioactive-breeze, Collateral damage friendly fire, statistics in a war for hire, To secure an oil pipeline, for a man who is a constant liar, I don't want you be slayed Bush, but you know you're bad, You-know-cos-you've-implied, it's a Crusade, for a Jihad,…

You Gotta Have Heart

WESTSIDE CONNECTION "Bow Down"
(Aah, yirr Yearh, man Wooh, yo This rules everything man) [Chorus] I don't hurt ya It will only make you stronger In this game you gotta have heart This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart [Mack 10] Homie, the same thing make you laugh, make you cry And in the fastlane the strong survive and the weak die Thats the way the ball bounce and i often wonder why But i nease it all And not just a piece o' the pie I used to hope and wish for everything i couldn't buy I was a young ghetto-boy that grew up in the eye So i bowed to be a hustler and reach for the sky And not only a'm i ballin' Right now is mo' ta' It's like a jungle sometime U gotta hustle sometime U gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime U gotta grind Stop looking for a savier Use what the fuck i gave your (flavour) I'm in the gutter-lane Whit the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter For my life's gutter-out If i was right and called my mamma a bitch It wouldn't have took me this to to get this rich (i know) [Chorus x2] [WC] I was raised The young niggar was scwabble In the city o' looks No hope or rolemodels The black sheap o' the family destent to feel Preticted to spend my hole life in a jail-cell Fucked up and not believe in the hype I know i would be more then a fellen't I zoomed up and see the light Niggar, got my mind right Niggar, got my grind tight Now a niggar is gettin' paid to skip Skip to the lime-light [Mack 10] See, we all got problems But some need a dress And so at night i hit my knees and begged him for my blessings And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress Niggar, continue to know how to dodge this Smith & Wesson And with his help i will perform in my best And it's still hard with all this temptation and testenin' If i'm wrong Just accept it as a lesson As i conquer all my enemies And mashing with agression, Lord [Chorus x2] [Ice Cube] Ain't never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2Pac Cuz' 2 shots is too many Too hot to go in me I've rather sit remmy In the back of this Bentley And only fuck with niggars and you bitches that's friendly Dont forgive whats so femmé Cup with my penné I pull out the semmé Put hoe's up in Timmy Just fuck it - it's Babylon And niggar might have a bomb Just like the Taliban But i on never ?lan? [WC] I sit alone i my fo'corner room Loaded ammo Cuz' in these streets like there's a gamble And Run-DMC, times is getting harder So i'm taking of my gold-fandelellin' to the author Old niggar say to young killers awaked you But when you got it Only few homies stay true This game it's like russian roulette We hustle to death Mash for weather Make the devil marker for chedder [Chorus x2] [Hook:] [Ice Cube] Yo! WON'T YOU JUST STOPPING FUCKING WITH US? You know what i'm saying You take what you got I take what i got JUST STOP FUCKING WITH US! U're motherfuckers got everything and your still complaining U motherfuckers got everything and you still ain't have it It's u're world MOTHERFUCKER! AND U'RE AIN'T NEVER GONNA GET IT RIGHT! BIIIIATCH!!!

Stephanie's Room

JOAN BAEZ "Gulf Winds"
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) You've loved me exquisitely. I tried to. Can we be best of friends now? I never lied to you. And can I love you forever? Sure, she said and smiled But will you? I wish there was some new way To sing about a full moon Poured down on us like a thousand rivers In Stephanie's room And you said you'd remember always The shadows on the hills below us But will you? You never once tried to sell me A bill of goods I wouldn't buy But I'm seasoned and I know a pirate By the devil in his eye And the only thing you ever stole from me Was laughter and some love I made To fill you White snow in the morning Kind of frightened me But you'd go sailing anyway Things are different at sea You know I'll never try and change your habit As sure as you know if your ship sinks It'll kill you And all the lovely ladies who came before me Are very much the same As the others soon to follow In your merry little game I guess I just want to be remembered Especially and frequently Like Stephanie Five red tail hawks are circling Above us in the sky You said they'd bring good luck And then you said goodbye You smiled and said, I'll see you Sooner than you think. But will you? Â 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

Don't Come Down

OBIE TRICE
Don't come down things will always work out Don't come down things will always work out Don't come down things will always work out So when you find yourself in pieces As a child i was fowl (uh) Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth You would cuss, fuss till your blood pressure went up, then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya ------ A hard headed ----- I was quick temper short attention span not attending class (no) what a dummy I would run over you honey You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a mommy Don't use my phone don't even eat my food Matter a fact, Don't speak and it was just me and you in that house with that mouse and them traps and they ---, waitin on the day when you gon pull the ----- back [Chorus] Don't come down things will always work out (I'm sorry) Don't come down things will always work out (I messed up) Don't come down things will always work out (Did wrong) So when you find yourself in peices You tryin to kill me boy (no) Is that what you wanna do, kill me? You wanna kill me (kill me) Ma, You're not feelin me the beepers not that drastic Its the B blasted, bastard Your lyin (your lyin) You took plastic freezer bags with ---- inside of em She knew, damn but she hated that it was true I done raised two boys I can do away with you The locks changed and the nights got colder Im ----- ---- lookin like the ----- ----- ---- it im the osta Im down for mounds ride by my corner Like Im not gone cry Not reek the pain of watchin my youngest man On the corners ------- ---- I'm callin the cops [chorus x2] Ma even though I left the house alone I was seventeen years old on my own using these streets as my home Theres no reason to prolong this beef (yea i love you) Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you You the reason when I hustled I knew the stack The reason when I opened up t mics i knew to rip The ethnics you instilled on this hectic young brother Rubbed off after all Now look at ya boy When they ask about me now you aint gon just put ya head down ma Straighten up ma you can smile now, proud Everythings kosher with the bosterous oysta Lets get closer So the regrets never opposed us [chorus x2]

Angels With Dirty Faces

P. DIDDY "Forever"
[Bizzy Bone] Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This is Revelations If it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face yourself with that question Or the answer What the fuck do you believe in Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen Make that a fine, no If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' [Puffy] I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin By the grievin' My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the biz' Baby, the industry's hell worth it 1 - Oh, I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) [Puffy] Look in they grill and get the real Cuz expressions can mean alot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin' I seen alot The paper got us dressin' and impressin' We spend alot Confessions get us blessings from the Lord We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am I [Bizzy Bone] It's P. Diddy muthafucka [Puffy] Do or die [Bizzy Bone] Don't give a fuck motherfucker Roll through, trust no chicken Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition Buck, buck ammunition baby You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down And mami wants to help out So bought the best computer Yes, stress never more Fresh out the foster home If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers Can she come buy with me Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor Who been left before a black out Tear up the stackhouse Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on) (Pick it up, ride through) Repeat 1 Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club Smack the prettiest in a mini Whittiest beefin' with the mistress Can see they just beatin' up Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny (Gotta be spendin') We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin' Dippin and talking' how it's for money And ending up going back We made like forty one trips Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring [Puffy] Yeah, yeah, yeah See what you niggas do to me, I do to you And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do We can do it anywhere, right here, right there And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips War's on my mind Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's Repeat 1 until fade

Angels With Dirty Faces

BIZZY BONE
[Bizzy Bone] Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This is Revelations If it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face yourself with that question? Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen Make that a fine, no If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' [Puffy] I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin By the grievin' My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the biz' Baby, the industry's hell worth it 1 - Oh, I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) [Puffy] Look in they grill and get the real Cuz expressions can mean alot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin' I seen alot The paper got us dressin' and impressin' We spend alot Confessions get us blessings from the Lord We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am I? [Bizzy Bone] It's P. Diddy muthafucka [Puffy] Do or die? [Bizzy Bone] Don't give a fuck motherfucker Roll through, trust no chicken Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition Buck, buck ammunition baby You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down And mami wants to help out So bought the best computer Yes, stress never more Fresh out the foster home If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers Can she come buy with me? Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor Who been left before a black out Tear up the stackhouse Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on) (Pick it up, ride through) Repeat 1 Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club Smack the prettiest in a mini Whittiest beefin' with the mistress Can see they just beatin' up Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny (Gotta be spendin') We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin' Dippin and talking' how it's for money And ending up going back We made like forty one trips Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring [Puffy] Yeah, yeah, yeah See what you niggas do to me, I do to you And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do We can do it anywhere, right here, right there And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips War's on my mind Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's Repeat 1 until fade

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