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2PAC "All Eyez On Me"
(feat. Syke)

['Pac talking]
Big Syke, Newt, Hank
Beugard, Big Sur (yeah)
Y'all know how this shit go (y'know)
{All Eyez On Me}
Motherfuckin O.G.
Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?)
{All Eyez On Me}
{All Eyez On Me}
But you know what?

[2Pac]
I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream
Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems - my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks
screamin Thug Life every time they pass {All Eyez On Me}

[Chorus One: 2Pac]

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..

[Syke]
Heeyyy, to my nigga 'Pac..
So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can't nobody feel your pain
The world's changin everyday, times moving faaast
My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm takin off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
Devoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks
Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin
It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin
Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin
Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me
It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit!
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
Niggaz can't stand me - all eyes on me!

[Chorus Two: 2Pac]

I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me}
I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high

[2Pac]
The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
Will I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility
Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law
Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin rough and raw
Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
these niggaz got me tossin shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
Up in the Benz burnin rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it
All eyes on me!

[Chorus Three: 2Pac]

I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}

['Pac talking]
Pay attention my niggaz
See how that shit go? Nigga walk up in this motherfucker
and it be like "bing!"
Cops.. bitches.. everymotherfuckinbody
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
I got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y'know?
[overlap]
I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
{All Eyez On Me}
Hehehe.. it's like what they think?
I'm walkin around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin?
{All Eyez On Me}
They think I'm goin back to jail, they REALLY on that dope
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa
I know y'all watchin, I know y'all got me in the scopes
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
I know y'all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay
Y'all got me under surveillance ?
{All Eyez On Me}
But I'm knowin



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2PAC "When Thugz Cry"

When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard

[2Pac]
Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up
Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts
My pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity
Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary
I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all
I'll probably be an old man before I understand
why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand
Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin
They got me sleepin with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin
What is the meaning, when thugs cry?

[Chorus: singers]
Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God..
Oh why, does it have to be this way, our
children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God.. oh why..

[("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only]
[("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only]

[2Pac]
Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin
Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches
But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood
Clownin takin pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

[Chorus]

[2Pac over Chorus]
I shed tattooed tears for years
for my dead homeboys and my prison peers
Y'all ain't never heard my cries
Now you wonder why would you die?

[Chorus]



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COOLIO "Gangsta's Paradise" 
   

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realise there's none left
Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long that
Even my mamma thinks that my mind is gone
But I aint never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope(?)
As they croak I see myself in the pistal smoke ... fool
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light

They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
They got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm a educated fool with my knee on my mind
Got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loped(?) out gangsta set trippin banger
And my homies is down so gonna rouse my anger ... fool
Death aint nothing but a heart beat away
I'm living life do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 never will I live to see 24
The way things is going I don't know
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them aint looking
What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking
They say I've got to learn but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't
I guess they won't
I guess they front
That's why I know my life is out of luck ... fool

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.

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COOLIO "Gangsta's Paradise" 
   

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realise there's none left
Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long that
Even my mamma thinks that my mind is gone
But I aint never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope(?)
As they croak I see myself in the pistal smoke ... fool
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light

They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's
paradise
They got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm a educated fool with my knee on my mind
Got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loped(?) out gangsta set trippin banger
And my homies is down so gonna rouse my anger ... fool
Death aint nothing but a heart beat away
I'm living life do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 never will I live to see 24
The way things is going I don't know
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them aint looking
What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking
They say I've got to learn but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't
I guess they won't
I guess they front
That's why I know my life is out of luck ... fool

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.

2pac - Hit 'em up

Intro: zeb
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) WEESSSSSSTTTTIIIIIDE!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
WESTSIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Little Caeser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, see you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...

Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin block i'm running through nigga
and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour
I hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a shermine
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug Livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz
No point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz
Local check the scenario, Little Caes'
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you popstars popped get dropped and mopped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell it to ya face u aint nuttin shit but a faker
Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was bobbin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (haha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
Tha's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth for the motherfucker opinion
Well this how we gonna do dis
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California Nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they
motherfuckers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz! (we killin)

ииии ...

Eminem - Lose yourself 
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wantedone moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out
Hes chokin, how everybodys jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes rabbit, he choked
Hes so mad, but he wont give up that
Is he? no
He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes
It dont matter, hes dope
He knows that, but hes broke
Hes so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him

Hook:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

Hook

No more games, ima change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers
And its no movie, theres no mekhi phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and its getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama dramas screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, Im like a snail
Ive got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in salems lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

Hook

 

[medenata]

Eminem - Lose yourself ОПРЕДЕЛЕНО! 

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"Until The End Of Time"
(feat. RL (Next))

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood i missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thang through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could
Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call tha cops
Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same
Until the end of time

[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around tha house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time

[Chorus x2]

[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in tha end drinking henessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while tha whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

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"Stan"- Eminem (feat.Dido)

Dido:

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

[1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop
background]
[2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder"
noise]

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up?  Man how's your
daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want
him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest
fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer
fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I
do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell
it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin
up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
lose
Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S.
We should be together too

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve
it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the
Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from
drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from
drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the
wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about
it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about
it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without
me
See Slim; [*screaming*] Shut up bitch!  I'm tryin to
talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't
like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die
too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?


[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
that
and here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you
in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just
fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad?  Try to understand, that I do want you as a
fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with
his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was
to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

[XpacTa_lavista]

[B-Real]
Huh, what you want?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me what, tell me what
Want you want from me, ?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me dogs
Want you want from me?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want from me?

[B-Real]
Want you want from me?
Wanna live my life
Drive my car, with my jewels, now you're holdin my wife
What you got for me -- FAME?
Opportunity I guess that ain't enough for ya
You want the loot and weed
What you need from me?
To bleed and die quickly
here I turn my back here's the knife, for you to stick in me
What you do for me?
Stab me in the back, preney
Over little shit you do, pretty hittin in me
What you done for me?
Robbery, pray the po'
Actin like it was my homie, just a fuckin phony
What you see in me?
A weakness so you can damage me
And dis-granite me so you can take advantage (yeah)
What you need to see?
The Nina milli six-a, show ya how I don't give a fuck about you
You talk now, what you need to be?
Runnin away from the leader
Before you're gettin warm by my heater

[Chorus: B-Real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?

[B-Real]
What you want from me?
Money and the record deal
free tickets to the shows and the free meal
What you got for me?
Besides, or your hang ups and sob stories
The violins play em baby
What you want to be?
Everything I am now, but you never worked for it
The live it, you fuckin gimmick
What you want -- disease?
For me and my homies
Niggas want to act, damn, you don't even know me
What you need to breathe?
To think it over clearly, you can hear me over the speaker
It's best you don't come near me
What you got for me?
Back up and a lot of weight, but now
you hatin on me, in every single way
What you have with me?
To make me turn the switcher
Funny how money makes a fuckin little picture
What it's got to be?
You get disconnected over methods you choose
To make yourself get ejected

[Chorus: B-Real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you want?
What you, what you want from me?

[Sen Dog]
What you want from me?
Pictures and the demos
You wanna act funny?
And hear my layo
What you got to see?
I need a little privacy
you don't even know of the shit that drivin me
What you need from me?
Someone to put your shit on
never forget what I've done for you
Before you get on
What you have to be?
True to the family
and fuck em and feed em
if you ain't understandin me?
What you want to be?
Hard or a pop star
goin out and doin the same shit
that's a love song
What you want from me?
Nothin but burn riches down, I should grab your jaw
And knock it off the hinges now
What you after me?
Doctors and nurses and hearses
And the worst thing you feelin the blood curses
What you have to be?
Gone another memory
Remember this if I gotta choose over them or me
I'll choose me motherfucker you understand...

[B-Real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me what you want
What you want from me?
What you want from me?

[Chorus: B-Real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?

[Breaker]

2pac - Hit`em up


I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alazhay with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

[PLiOkZzZ]

ае има и една песен Войн на DarkFight супер най-яката ама друг път ше ви напиша текста 

[GadNa_Ku4Ka]

айде аз първа да пусна Бг рап текстове 

Припев:
Не зная как, къде, защо любовта е страх за мен.
За мен е страх и но защо - как искам да съм в нейн плен. Къде е тя, защо я няма, а дупката е вече яма.
Искра загасна, болка бясна погълна сянката прекрасна.

Не знам как, не знам защо, не знам защо ме питаш кво,
но знам, че искам да съм с нея и не ме ебе защо.
Слушам ги, слушам тях, слушам хора всеки ден -
те говорят за любов, а любовта не среща мен.
Всеки ден в търсене на нея, и даже външно да се смея дупката в мен ме кара често да копнея, за нея -
къде е тя, защо я няма -
щом клепачите ме предадат я виждам в красота обляна.
И после бум - изстрел точен пак куршум.
Събуждам се обвит в нощта, а тя я няма изчезнала без шум.
Надежда вече няма. Последната искра загасна -
тъмнината грозна пак погълна сянката прекрасна.
Целувка истинска и страстна, но само в блян, а аз съм сам,
в самота облян. За много грешки ме е срам, но знам,
че сам съм се родил и в ковчега пак ще бъда сам.

Припев:
Не зная как, къде, защо любовта е страх за мен.
За мен е страх и но защо - как искам да съм в нейн плен. Къде е тя, защо я няма, а дупката е вече яма.
Искра загасна, болка бясна погълна сянката прекрасна.

Не очаквам да ме разбереш, да знаеш през какво съм минал, колко сълзи съм излял, за да стана тва, което слушаш днес.
И без да забравя кво е скапан стрес, не загубих даже капка чест.
Живеем в два, два съвсем различни свята -
грозното го знам добре, но в теб намирам красотата.
Ако търсиш в мен парата, другото на заден план,
ще ти кажа да го духаш - по-добре да бъда сам.
Ето там - там навън - с мойте хора - тва съм аз -
силен блясък в очите, в ушите силен бас.
За да бъдем нас, не ни трябва просто късмет -
трябва ти да вярваш в мен и аз ще вярвам в теб.
Искам теб - не ми пука кой какво мисли за тва,
за мнението на някой друг не давам пукната пара.
Лягам сам и знам, че сам пак ще бъда на сутринта.
Кажи ми щом не знам какво е как да вярвам в любовта?
Не знам - ако си до мен сърцето ще си дам,
но все по-малко търсят него - трябва в джоб да си голям.
Да го духа парата - на думи всеки е богат!
Аз съм сам и сам оставам - да го духа скапания свят!

Припев:
Не зная как, къде, защо любовта е страх за мен.
За мен е страх и но защо - как искам да съм в нейн плен. Къде е тя, защо я няма, а дупката е вече яма.
Искра загасна, болка бясна погълна сянката прекрасна

Тази песен е посветена
на единствената жена,
която успя да проникне в душата ми.
Също и за всички тия, които си мислите,
че рапът е само пари, коли,
кучки и треви.
Рапът е любов, поезия Think about it. Ah!

Oh, Why did you leave me?
It wasn`t meant to be
It`s over...
Oh, I hope you`re happy
You were the one for me
I`ll love you to the end of time.

Всичко свърши вече
Няма те до мен
Не мога да повярвам
Че дойде и този ден
Приготвях се за него
Цели 2 години
Така си и останах неподготвен
Но прости ми
За пътите когато
Съм те наранявал
И за пътите когато
Любов не съм ти давал
И за всичко друго, скъпа
Което съм сгрешил
За пътите когато
До тебе не съм бил
Това е положението
Не се обичаме
Защо ли ни боли
Като го изричаме?
Всичко свърши, да
До тук - край, нали?
Но дали наистина го мислиме
Дали?
Отговора знам, но е
Без значение
Защото тъй ни беше писано
Без съмнение
Четири години
От животите си дадохме
Като чели не издържахме
И се предадохме
Дълго време искаше
Да напиша песен
Посветена тя на теб
И със тебе да съм честен
Ето пиша тази
Посвещавам я на теб
А. Жалко само, скъпа
Ще е последният ми ред. А.
Първа и последна песен
Пиша за жена
Ти ще си единствената
В моята душа
Твоето лице ще виждам
Във всяка друга пичка
Като проклятие
От нея ще виси тази сричка
Ася, Ася, Ася...

Oh, Why did you leave me?
It wasn`t meant to be
It`s over...
Oh, I hope you`re happy
You were the one for me
I`ll love you to the end of time.

Безсмислено е да търсиме
Вината за това
Че всичко между нас се
Проигра
Но липсваше ми нещо, Да.
Не ми го даваше
А аз пък все ти виках
Крещях ти и ми ставаше
Супер гадно затова
Че не ме желаеш
Но понякога се питам
Просто как ме траеш
Толкова неща ни
Убиха връзката
Но любовта ми към теб
Май ще си е същата
Повремето когато
Ще чуеш тази песен
И животът ни един без друг
Вече ще е лесен
Затова сега мога
Спокойно да ти кажа
Как все още те обичам
И ще ти покажа
Как спях със телефона
Под моята възглавница
Чаках да се обадиш
Да прекрачиш тази граница
Но нито се обади
Нито аз на пук
Щеше ми се пак
Да опитаме начин друг
Но опитвахме пак
Опитвахме милиони пъти
И нищо не излизаше
От опитите тъпи
Явно просто ни е било
Писано така
Четири години обич
И свършиха сега
Но когато двама човека
Много се обичат
Това не значи непременно
Че заедно ще тичат
По поляните на щастието
И вечната любов
Но само знай това
Ще те обичам аз до гроб.

Oh, Why did you leave me?
It wasn`t meant to be
It`s over...
Oh, I hope you`re happy
You were the one for me
I`ll love you to the end of time

Всичко свърши вече, скъпа
Всичко си отиде (да)
Четири години
Щастливи бяхме ние
Но като всичко друго хубаво
И това си има край
Но само знай, че те обичам
Скъпа, знай
Толкова е трудно
Да повярвам, че те няма
Болката в сърцето ми
Става по-голяма
Защото знам, че сега си
Ти със друг
Втора дупка на кавала съм
Вече не съм пръв
Помня дните
Когато ме боготвореше
И на ръба на Ада
За мене ти седеше
Искам да съм с теб
До края на живота, скъпа
Майка на децата ми
Да бъдеш, скъпа
Но е вече невъзможно
Ти обичаш друг
Господи, помогни ми
Да излезна от този адски кръг
На болка и страдание
И адско изпитание
Толкова мизерия
Шибани сълзи
И ридания
Що дори и лошите момчета
Плачат
И лошите момчета
Могат любов да дават
Толкова усилия
Ми костваше да те пусна
Да търсиш щастие с друг
Че душата ми е пуста
Но когато обичаш някого
Пусни на свобода
А той ако те обича
Ще се върне от твоята страна
А ако ли не -
Няма за какво да съжаляваш
Щастлива е тя без тебе
И за нея ще се радваш

Oh, Why did you leave me?
It wasn`t meant to be
It`s over...
Oh, I hope you`re happy
You were the one for me
I`ll love you to the end of time.

Господи, прости за живота ми във грях
И затова, което съм, ще бъда или бях
Готов съм в Ада да горя цяла вечност
Стига да си върна дори за миг
Нейната любов и честност

[bond4o]

2PAC - LIL` HOMIES

Fucking Lil' Homies
Everybody Ducking
My fucking Lil' Homies
Lil' Homies
Everybody Ducking
[Verse 1]
Just pay attention, here's a story bout my lil' homey
Str8 thuggin', lil bad young mother fucka, you gotta love him
You can catch him in his G-Ride clutching his glock
Screaming outlaw, (west side) mashing on my enemies block
Educated on these cold streets
Getting money, making dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to wild to be a thinker
Bud smoking 24-7, everyday drinking
I got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo money, mo bitches, mo murder fool
Always the young niggaz getting in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin mother fuckas
Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them bustas
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin'
My fucking lil' homies
[Chorus]
Lil' homies on the ride
(Yeah nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
[Verse 2]
I remember, when we was just a little G
Flirting with death, playing Russian Roulette
Screaming Kill Me!
Hey there young nigga what you smoking on
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home
Let us sob cause your mom's is sick
A bunch of adolescent young niggaz spittin' major shit
Tell me, young nigga if you died let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watching as your mother cry?
Would all your homies ride ?
Or would they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to complete
Getting g's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows why he took a 4-4 and unloaded on the whole front row
BUCK! BUCK!
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show
My lil homies
Chorus + Background talking
[Verse 3]
First to bomb, 16 on death row
Busting on them phony mother fuckas cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew, I was a nutcase quick to blast
Living under age but he'll blaze on your bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if there is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streetz ain't no peace
Shell shocked shows making money off of crack sales
Young black male
Unable to change, cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows, the evil that they might do
Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K-Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein call them Outlawz
Telling the world to be equipped, when these young mother fuckas rip shit
They don't quit, shoot down on me
Pull a pound on me
Bust like they didn't know me
My fucking lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(What's up nigga?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(Lil' bad ass mother fucking adolescents)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
(My Lil Homies)
Lil' homies on the ride
(What the fuck you niggaz wanna do?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
(What nigga?My fucking Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
(16, 15, 13. My fucking Lil' Homies)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
(Juvenille delinquents ready to bust on you mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(What the fuck you wanna do nigga? Lil' Homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(They can take your shit over)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(We robbing mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(Thuglife)
Let's get, high tonight
(Outlawz, Westside)
Lil' homies on the mash
(You know what time it is)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
My Lil' Homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(My Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight

[sladuranata_krisi]

Eminem You Don't Know Lyrics
[Intro]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know...
We run it... You know but you actin' like you don't know...
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know...
We run it... You know but you actin' like you don't know...
[ Chorus ]
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but actin' like you don't know
[ Verse 1 ] [ 50 cent ]
Now homie I say I run it run it cause I’m in control
Hypnotic, hennessey, a couple shots of patrone
I have you feelin' the hype, I get you high as a kite
Party poppin' shorty said she's comin' with me tonight
I ain't shoulder leanin', I ain't snappin' and poppin'
Either I’m bobbin' my head or I’m just standin' there watchin' [uh !]
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid
And I protect what I got, I’m in the house with my blade
Nigga you front you gon' get it, ok now maybe I said it
Cuz I want you triddip, yeah I be on that shiddit
You should see when I’m stuntin' I flash the stones that be wantin' (haha!)
Push the whip see me rollin', you can tell that I’m holdin'
I'm just doin' my thang, you know the units the gang
I got my grimey shady with me you front you'll have to get me
Off your ass (yeah!), I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha!)
It's not a big deal it's nuttin' but some cash... [bring the hook back!]
[Chorus]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [fifty]
And you know but actin' like you don't know [g-unit!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [yeah!]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
[ Verse 2 ] [ Eminem ]
When me and fif got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemisis is su nemisis
Same for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images [come on!]
But this shit is new gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out (whoooo!)
When it's beef you jus' gotta know when to butt in and butt out
If there's a problem we solve it, we don't resolve it
It just usually jus' evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it [yeah!]
We should all get a merit, as much beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoevers holdin' the most current beef on their shoulders
And their soldiers got their backs till it's over
But tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it's shady after-mizz-ath back in that ass, you izz-ass [yeah.. Come on!]
Come izzon what kinda fizz-uckin' question is that... (haaa!)
[Chorus]

Who run it? [you know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[this flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
Who run it? [I said you know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[this flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know {cashis, break it down now!}
[Verse 3] [Cashis]
Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleedin', JFK
HK to your chest plate
Cave out and ride till the death, do you rep that way
Forever I’ma be a shady 7-4 gangster
Plus I survived everything you got in that chamber
I thrived off-a danger, jumpin' in all beef
You keep talkin' shit, now the squad called me.. [Banks!]
[Verse 4] [Lloyd banks]
Enough holdin' back the steam (uh), Em let off a magazine
Dappadon cappa-queens, mixed in with Cashis creams (yeah)
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Tellin' ain't my cup of tea, can't tell I’m a fuckin' g [uh !]
I'm a hold a 'matic, when I’m at it, start static and you splattered
Shit shattered, I’m a walkin' bitch magnet [oh!]
Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit
And I’m always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it... [come on!]
[Chorus]
We run it! You know, you actin' like you don't know [whoa!]
I tear the club up fo' sho [fo' sho!]
This flow is gon' bring more dough [more dough!]
And you know but you actin' like you don't know [don't know!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know [yeah!]
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know
Who run it?
[Outro] [Tony Yayo]
You know what this is...
Shady... G-unit... Aftermath...
Lloyd banks... Cashis... Marshall Mathers... Ferrari F-50...
It’s a movement... You can't stop it...
Talk of New York, Tony Yayo...
Go.......

[waitshark]

Ето най-любимата ми песен на DMX

No Sunshine
Интро:
Тъмно е, и в ада е горещо...

Припев:
Няма слънчева светлина, когато то е тук
Само мрак навсякъде
Няма слънчева светлина, когато то е тук
Само мрак навсякъде, защото хората бягат
Защото те не се борят...

Куплет 1:
\"Кой изгаси светлината?\", това ще питате
сега не искате да се борите и затова ще бъдете изиграни.
Мислейки си че всичко е О.К., ти се занимаваш с глупости
ще се запознаеш с нощта, когато легнеш целия обвит от студ.
Пръста се изхвърля в твоя гроб, всичко свърши
изповедника каза \"Ти беше смел..\".
Но всичко свърши,
ти си един от многото които трепя *БУМ*.
Няма значение дали майка ти ще плаче
ще те пратя да се пържиш в ада.
Единствените два въпроса са \"Да го погребем жив или да го изгорим?
Някакви предложения?\"
Няма значение аз те разкарах оттук за добро
и когато хората те споменат те чукат на дърво.
Дали аз пресякох границата?
Още един мъртъв глупак,
още един погребан слабак..

Припев:


Куплет 2:
Няма слънчеви лъчи, когато аз изляза от тази стая
аз си искам моето, затова си пазя патлака.
Ще взривя и моето защото искам да чувам изстрели
вие ще се сбъркате когато ви залея!
Кой е той? Тъмен човек
*ГРРР АФ* Едно куче, един кокал
Кой ще си отиде? Май че ти..
Удрям те веднъж, плямпаш глупости
удрям те втори път, не искаш още веднъж, нали.
Гледам те в очите, докато моя човек те рита
Бог няма да дойде, дорде не спреш да го викаш
и недей да се кълнеш, няма смисъл...

Припев:

Куплет 3:
Аз знам, знам, знам, знам
какво ти си взел от мен, обикаляш наоколо с моите кинти.
Няма грешка, това е моето шоу
едно (едно), две (две), три (три) и сега идвам аз.
Твоите неща са бързи и лъскави, но са дебели и тъпи
по дяволите сега ще свърша, ако чуеш този куплет пак, ще разбереш.
Но ти сляп, аз ще те преобърна
и ти ще ми се молиш в коленете.
Ще те прасна с нещо и ще те запратя под земята.
Живота е хубав, затова му се наслаждавай
защото не е дълъг и ще свърши скоро.
Недей да бързаш към ковчега
но мен просто не ме ебе за теб и твоите неща...

Припев:

[waitshark]

Ето още една:

Who We Be
DMX:
Това е за онези мой хора,
почивай в мир скъпа, ти не си за мен

Припев:
Те не знаяяяят, какви ще бъдеееем
Те не знаяяяят, какви ще бъдеееем

DMX върху припева:
Има много неща който те не знаят, но трябва да научат,
почивай в мир скъпа, те все още не са готови..

DMX:
Нещата, който те не знаят:
Глупостите, Драмата, Оръжията, Защитата
Градът, Селянинът, Женките, Майките
Проектите, Дрогата, Децата, Гангстерите
Разкъсаното, Прегръдките, Любовта, Курвите
Погребенията, Събужданията, Църквите, Ковчезите
Прекалено Многото Майки с Разбити Сърца
Проблемите и Нещата Който Използваме за да ги Решим
Йънкърс, Бронкс, Харлем, Бруклин
Болата, Нараняването, Мръсотията, Дъжда
Бачкането, Славата, Друсането, Играта
Приятелите, Враговете, Колите, Мотиките
Студията и Шоутата Идващи и Отиващи си
Ревността, Желанието, Фалша, Приятелството
Този Който Продава Курвите и ми ги Дава
Змийте в Тревите Прекалено Дълги за да ги Видиш
Косачката Стояща Точно до Дървото

Припев:

DMX:
Това което виждаме е:
Ченгетата, Системата, Улицата
Правото на Глас те Праща в Затвора или те Кара да Целуваш Задници
Адвокатите, Кой Сме Ние в Този Пъзел
Реализацията, Вниманието, Опитите да Попаднеш в Грешка
Кражбите, Стажа, Паролите, Месеците
Презареждане, Гаранциите, Вдлъбнатините, Делата
Клетките, Автобусите, Пътуванията до Севера
Зеленината, Ботушите, Километрите, Сърцата
Борбата, Намушването, Бутането, Взимането
Бунтът Воден от Капитана в Отделението Никой не Знае Какво се Случва
Тези Две Години в Кутията Отмъщението, Парцелът
23 Часа е Заключено 1 Час не е
Мълчанието, Тъмнината Крехкия Мозък
Желанието Улиците да те Вземат при Тях
Дните, Месеците, Годините, Пропиляни
Аз Всяка Вечер Отправям Молитви

Припев:

DMX:
Това е всичко заради което сме:
Моята Жена, Моите Деца, Живота Който Живея
Всяка Нощ Аз съм Техен Това е Истина
Моите Върхове, Моите Падения, Хлъзванията ми, Паданията ми
Моите Изпитания и Моята Скръб, Моето Сърце и Моите Топки
Моята Майка, Моят Баща, Аз ги Обичам, Аз ги Мразя
Моля се на Господ да ги Няма но се Радвам че ги е Създал
Хлебарките, Плъховете, Скитащите се Котки
Оръжията, Ножове и Бухалки Всеки Път Взимайки си Късче
Блъсканицата, Сделките, Дрехите, Краденето
Има Гадно Нещо на Тавана, Малко Момче без Чувства
Осуетяване, Бяс, в Капан в Клетка
Биенето, Аз Още си Пазя Патлака
Някой да ме Спре, да Дойде и да ме Вземе
Единственото Което Знам е че Господ е с Мен
Тъмнината, Светлината, Сърцето, Борбата
Грешно, Вярно, Всичко си Върви, нали

Припев:

DMX(върху припева):
Човече, слушай
тези кретени не знаят какви сме ние!
Те просто
няма как да знаят какви сме!
То си идва от сърцето!

[nevitooo]

                     bate pesho  feat Tina - My friends 

                                   Ето пак съм замислен,
                                        в спомени скитам.
                                      Потъвам в емоци и само като се сетя,
                                        имената на приятелите,
                                        в акъла си викам,
                                        как искам аромата на старите дни да осетя.
                                      Нищо няма да е както преди,
                                        няма обелени колена няма ги детските сълзи,
                                        няма я играта на котка,няма обесена котва,
                                        бягахме,но времето хвана ни в своята клопка.
                                      Палехме чужди коли,чупехме стакла,
                                        правехме зломи нечакахме до вечерта.
                                      С колко мноо дим и бели ни е  запомнил квартала,
                                        колко мноо глупости,който не са за похвала.
                                      Състезания с лагерници състезания с жени,
                                        още от малки бяхме "Бързи и яростни".
                                      Братя дръще се миналото връща се,
                                        ние сме юмрука,който вече разгръща се!!! 

Как искам да върна дните на зад,
да бъдем отново малки деца.
Как искам да върна дните на зад,
да бъдем с ония големи сърца!!!

                                    В училище трошехме шкафовете с главите си,
                                      а даскалите неможеха да повярват на очите си.
                                    Бягахме от часове и пиехме бира в градинката,
                                      неразделно сплотени бяхме ебати дружинката.
                                    Още помня как снимахме видео клип в метрото,
                                      как ни арестуваха после ни пуснаха,
                                      защото бяхме просто деца с ведри лица,
                                      от малки борещи се за някоя жалтица.
                                     Спомням си как забивахме мацки по рейсовете,
                                       и как се осмихваха като видеха нашите феисове.
                                     Колко мноо купони колко дволитровки с чипс,
                                        колко пъти в дискотеки сме си правили гипс.
                                     Аз помя рождения ми ден през 2005-та,
                                        как задружно с кола обиколихе Бг.
    Благодаря ви за всичко.
   ще ви помня братлета.
    За вас винаги ще има място в мойто сърце!!!

Как искам да върна дните на зад,
да бъдем отново малки деца!!!
Как искам да върна дните на зад,
да бъдем с ония големи сърца!!! -2
 

[GaLLeRy]

хаха.. ми не слушам тоя вид музика по принцип ама ми харесва Спенс
Дамата в зелено ама не смятам да и пища текста сега

[NeViDim_DqvOl]

Eminem You Don't Know Lyrics
[Intro]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know...
We run it... You know but you actin' like you don't know...
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know...
We run it... You know but you actin' like you don't know...
[ Chorus ]
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but actin' like you don't know
[ Verse 1 ] [ 50 cent ]
Now homie I say I run it run it cause I’m in control
Hypnotic, hennessey, a couple shots of patrone
I have you feelin' the hype, I get you high as a kite
Party poppin' shorty said she's comin' with me tonight
I ain't shoulder leanin', I ain't snappin' and poppin'
Either I’m bobbin' my head or I’m just standin' there watchin' [uh Huh?!]
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid
And I protect what I got, I’m in the house with my blade
Nigga you front you gon' get it, ok now maybe I said it
Cuz I want you triddip, yeah I be on that shiddit
You should see when I’m stuntin' I flash the stones that be wantin' (haha!)
Push the whip see me rollin', you can tell that I’m holdin'
I'm just doin' my thang, you know the units the gang
I got my grimey shady with me you front you'll have to get me
Off your ass (yeah!), I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha!)
It's not a big deal it's nuttin' but some cash... [bring the hook back!]
[Chorus]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [fifty]
And you know but actin' like you don't know [g-unit!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [yeah!]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
[ Verse 2 ] [ Eminem ]
When me and fif got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemisis is su nemisis
Same for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images [come on!]
But this shit is new gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out (whoooo!)
When it's beef you jus' gotta know when to butt in and butt out
If there's a problem we solve it, we don't resolve it
It just usually jus' evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it [yeah!]
We should all get a merit, as much beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoevers holdin' the most current beef on their shoulders
And their soldiers got their backs till it's over
But tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it's shady after-mizz-ath back in that ass, you izz-ass [yeah.. Come on!]
Come izzon what kinda fizz-uckin' question is that... (haaa!)
[Chorus]

Who run it? [you know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[this flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
Who run it? [I said you know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[this flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know {cashis, break it down now!}
[Verse 3] [Cashis]
Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleedin', JFK
HK to your chest plate
Cave out and ride till the death, do you rep that way
Forever I’ma be a shady 7-4 gangster
Plus I survived everything you got in that chamber
I thrived off-a danger, jumpin' in all beef
You keep talkin' shit, now the squad called me.. [Banks!]
[Verse 4] [Lloyd banks]
Enough holdin' back the steam (uh), Em let off a magazine
Dappadon cappa-queens, mixed in with Cashis creams (yeah)
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Tellin' ain't my cup of tea, can't tell I’m a fuckin' g [uh Huh?!]
I'm a hold a 'matic, when I’m at it, start static and you splattered
Shit shattered, I’m a walkin' bitch magnet [oh!]
Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit
And I’m always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it... [come on!]
[Chorus]
We run it! You know, you actin' like you don't know [whoa!]
I tear the club up fo' sho [fo' sho!]
This flow is gon' bring more dough [more dough!]
And you know but you actin' like you don't know [don't know!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know [yeah!]
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but you actin' like you don't know
Who run it?
[Outro] [Tony Yayo]
You know what this is...
Shady... G-unit... Aftermath...
Lloyd banks... Cashis... Marshall Mathers... Ferrari F-50...
It’s a movement... You can't stop it...
Talk of New York, Tony Yayo...
Go.......