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Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here [Master P] Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon when you see a thug like a G screamin' I smoke green with the reaper I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper just a young thug tryin' make it visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me forgive me for my weed and my hennessy young killers when I'm gone won't remember green and women be my past time live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas I got .45, nines, and gats cocked young homies bangin' corner signs on my block and the average age is twenty-five young homies don't even live to retire I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin' [Silkk the Shocker] P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys these daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper he catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin' I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits but I could scream (Aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it see me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys its past my time to get high off green and swisher i used to carry the police like Nena and her twin sister you mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya one two I'm comin' for you three four I'm kickin' up in your door life it seems to be a bad dream scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin' |
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Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer But it didn't long for things things to fall apart Because the system that he bought aint got no heart From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes The American dream was a pack of lies 6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner There's no cash back cause there was no receipt Man suburban life aint done a dime for me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Gave in a little deeper to the third degree More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived America! What? Land of the green Now you got problems I got mine too There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs, On every street No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be? White minority! Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now broken homes inside every house Neighbors yellin', can't work it out I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights ooh what a feeling ooh what a life Now you cant turn back the hands of time So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine He's Bobby B, king of the crops Deep dark purse, phat drop tops Philly blunt placed behind his ear, Two turn tables and a Heineken beer And this is just and everyday thing Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dog Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes What ever we could get we was gonna take Just like the pirates of the Caribbean Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein' Ha ha ha we got it like that Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems Fuck the system |
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She's gone
And I'm gonna find her It's been so long Yeah I'm gonna find her She's gone away When it goes away I'll dig a hole *4 Wasted and I'm out of patience It's been so long Yeah I'm out of patience She's gone away Pain goes away I dig a hole *4 Runnin', goin' out at night Friends they push and pull you Burn out ground poor flowers Spinning falling outta time When it goes away I'll dig a hole *4 La la la la, ooh I'll dig a hole La la la la, ooh When it goes away La la la la, ooh I dig a hole La la la la, ooh Pain goes away |
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A hungry boy
In a town of one hundred more The food is out the door Make me want to help myself, help myself A river red Pouring from the side of his head A bullet through the brain Make him feel different today Oh colder grow the days Oh much faster pass the years by 'Til we die A treasure not my own I take it, took it, nobody will notice Well that suits me well Big house, big yard, help myself, help myself Every once in a while To help the helpless comes into style The mercy mercy mile 1-800-help-myself, help myself Oh, colder grow the days Oh, much faster pass the years by Oh, colder grow the days Oh, much faster pass the years by 'Til we die Summers here we're swimming in the river Summer rain burns holes in flowers Dangerous hours Dangerous hours Dangerous hours Every now and then TV preacher tell of heaven Redemption for a penny a soul 1-800 help yourself, help yourself Help yourself Summer's here we're swimming in the river Summer rain come down come down come down come down Summer's here we're dancing in the daisies Summer rain burns holes in flowers Dangerous hours Dangerous hours Dangerous hours |
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She said that time is unfair
To a woman her age Now that wisdom has come Everything else fades She said she realizes She's seen her better days She said she can't look back To her days of youth What she thought were lies She later found was truth She said her daddy had dreams But he drank them away And her mother's to blame For the way she is today Life's river shall rise She Said And only the strong shall survive She Said But I'm feeling quite weak She Said Will you comfort and forgive me She Said She said she's still searching For salvation's light She said she wishes all day And she prays all night She said she won't speak of love Because love she's never known She said it's moments like these She hates to be alone Forgive me She Said Forgive me She Said |
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Dear lover
Do you remember? The sound of your laughter and demise And that was all I need to fall in love This matter It's something bigger Anything ever graced my heart And that was all I could fall in love...with you And I can't stall this now Did you find some happiness with me? Now I know the way true love should be Dear lover Do you remember? The beats of my heart that I gave you And that was all I need to fall in love It shattered Slipped through my fingers Floated down safely into your hands And that was all I could fall in love...with you I can't stall this now Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Did you find some happiness with me? Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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| 3:00 |
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never said i was innocent
i will burn in hell for the things i've done to you never said i was anything good i should die from the shame from what i put you through let me be the one to bring us back from the dead i will take the blame for everything you know i just wanna help you forget we are still living on broken glass we are still numb because it just keeps happening all your friends, they can kiss my ass they only see the simple things that they want to see let me be the one to make the pain go away shave my skin and show a brand new face you know i just wanna know that you're ok you don't have to like it but the swing is in my hands now sometimes i think the power is better than a hard drug sometimes i think the power is better than anything sometimes i think letting go is just like giving up sometimes all i think i wanna do is die inside all i wanna do is die inside all i ever think about is you and me falling apart never said i was innocent i will burn in hell for the things i've done to you never said i was anything good nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah let me be the one to make the pain go away shave my skin and show a brand new face you know i just wanna know that you're ok let me be the one to bring us back from the dead i will take the blame for everything i just wanna help you forget sometimes i think letting go is just like giving up sometimes all i think about is falling apart |
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I'm sleeping
right in the middle of a good dream when all at once I wake up from somethign that keeps knocking at my brain before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread I think I love you! this morning i woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it and did not go and shout when you walked into the room I think I love you I think I love you so what am I so afraid of I'm afraid that im not sure of a love that there's no cure for I think I love you is that what life is made of though it worries me to say that i've never felt this way believe me you really dont have to worry I only wanna make you happy and if you say hey go away I will but I think better still I better stare out and love you do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face I think I love you I think I love you so what am I so afraid of im afraid that im not sure of a love that there's no cure for I think I love you is that what life is made of though it worries me to say that i've never felt this way I dont know what I'm up against I dont know what it's all about I got so much to think about I think I love you so what am I so afraid of I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love that there's no cure for Do you think you love me? I think I love you I think I love you I think I love you |
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Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth Years go by, still I don't know Who shall inherit this earth And no one will know my name until it's on the stone This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell Waking up with an ugly face Winston Churchill in drag Looking for new maternal embrace Another tired old gag Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones? This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell Father Theresa, you can't make me into you I never wanna be like you Why can't you see, it's me You know it's time to let me go This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your doorbell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... This could be your lucky day... in hell Never know who it might be at your door bell... in hell This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... in hell... |
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Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires Hey man, you know you're never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand You ain't got no money? He'll get you some You ain't got no car? He'll get you one You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand (Organ solo) You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand (Organ solo) Extra verse from DJ Spooky Remix (From Scream 2 Soundtrack): He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake (Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't getting near much as he will take. He's a... He's mumbling words you can't understand He's mumbling word behind his red right hand. |
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| 2:20 |
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Time has played a game with me
My heart has skipped a beat A path A tragedy awaits you at the end of the day. How could you do this to me? My black eyes just began to see The world My future has just ended today Once again I search about the crowd I search about the love allowed Then quickly snatch away I want another friend I can't talk to you anymore We can't sleep together anymore I couldn't want anything more I want you more Killing me you're killing me you're killing me again Killing me I'm killing you just killing me my friend How could I lie to myself? Sick of myself Throw my head death would take me away I'd be lucky to be dead Damned I stand Damned I've been waiting everyday Stays the same Times a game Times ashamed of me Killing me you're killing me you're killing me again Killing me I'm killing you just killing me my friend I wanna get shot Its gotta stop And I'll keep goin until I'm caught Shoot me please between the eyes and end this misery Now that you hate me I love you even more Can't dent on me Bent on my destruction Rotten to my core I've been burnt before And I'll be burnt again A bitter shell Burning in hell Seems like home to me I think i'll stay awhile Killing me you're killing me you're killing me again Killing me I'm killing you just killing me my friend |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-03-24 13:49:20
Subject : Scream 2 ost
