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Yeah A classic story be told, Carmen a hip hopera watch the drama unfold The tragic tale of a girl Tryin' to capture the gold With a free spirit, brothers strady tryin' to hold What would you do for love? (uh huh) Is the cost too much? Or the object of your desire you're tryin' to touch Sometimes beauty it best observed from a far Rise and fall with a star, as we face the cause |
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Now that you are out of my life I'm so much better You thought that I'd be weak without ya But I'm stronger You thought that I'd be broke without ya But I'm richer You thought that I'd be sad without ya I laugh harder You thought I wouldn't grow without ya Now I'm wiser You thought that I'd be helpless without ya But I'm smarter You thought that I'd be stressed without ya But I'm chillin' You thought I wouldn't sell without ya Sold nine million I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' Thought I couldn't breathe without you I'm inhalin' You thought I couldn't see without you Perfect vision You thought I couldn't last without ya But I'm lastin' You thought that I would die without ya But I'm livin' Thought that I would fail without ya But I'm on top Though it would be over by now But it won't stop You thought that I would self destruct But I'm still here Even in my years to come I'm still gon' be here I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm wishin' you the best Pray that you are blessed Much success no stress and lots of happiness I'm better than that I'm not gonna blast you on the radio I'm better than that I'm not gonna lie on or your family yo I'm better than that I'm not gonna hate you in the magazine I'm better than that I'm not gonna compromise my Christianity I'm better than that You know I'm not gonna diss you on the Internet Cause my momma told me better than that I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' |
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*ticking* [Royce Da 5'9] Uhh.. boom... Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh Yo.. I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin.. My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they +Dead Wrong+ My flow is hotter than the flash from the click When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip You wind up in a room full of my dawgs I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along" You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it [Hook - 2X] (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9" I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot Steppin around all ya punches like, "That's all you got?" Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they peeps Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth And these bitches I be pattin they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell And say faggot shit to me like I look like L My advice quit talking it's over I was knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggaz say I found God with the flow Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show Ain't a nigga touching mines When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe, you'll miss a fucking line Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box Boom! *explosion* "God..God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9" [Hook - 2x] "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce.. 5'9" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9" "Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!" "...Royce 5'9" *ticking* .. *explosion* .. *more ticking* |
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| 3:52 |
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(Rah Digga)
Megahertz (Verse 1) Another day in the life, kickin' for all thug bunnies Paper chase them self, or say man blood money Schemin' ass honey tryin' to get my shine Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order Swingin' with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter Five in the whip, we like to flow thick CD's in a clip, let's take a road trip Sayin' what we gonna do now, dice some trees Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez We conceited asses, wavin' to the masses Cats doin' wheelies on they bikes fly past us Headin' to the mall or maybe to Phil's Steady cruisin' down 5th, through one chat and the grill Stores closin', down goes the sun Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun (Hook) (Ah, ooh) Yeah y'all, you know what's goin' down Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town Wildin' out see ya layin' all on the ground Mre heat and there's plenty to go around Party people come shake it over here, just bounce Got chu' throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce Blowin' the spot up like we don't care (Ah, ooh) (Verse 2) Now we done huffed about an ounce up R and Gina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer The second round's on me, D-I-G The third is your's, come time to mop the dance floor See, we ain't payin' so debt that due Cali clubs be the shit, since they close at two I'm a socializer, y'all know my steez Whether mountin' at Spagra or grimey at Speed Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style First lady profile, no more chicks allowed Sayin' what we gonna do now, blow the set Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar I'm the real ghetto superstar (Hook) (Verse 3) We bring the night to a close Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows What we gonna do now, take it down No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!) Come on swing with me if ya able Corner reserved and they gotta pool table The music jumpin' better than the club Champagne in the house, every DJ show love But all good things must come to end Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp Just when ya thought it couldn't get no thicker Shorty gotta hurl, says she can't hold liquor Food gettin' dropped off first, please Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D's Peace, peace y'all here's one for the road Hit me off on the jack for the next episode (Hook x2) |
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| 2:42 |
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| 2:23 |
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Everybody here is sleeping tight Ain't nobody gonna find us here We'll dance all week There's a dancer in the arms of love And he's dancing on the sky above And the truth is that we'll never know Will love still flow? Aim high, shoot low (Gotta aim high, shoot low baby) In my head lights on the road tonight Ain't nobody here to make it right Cos we came here to find a way For love to stay If you had another night to give I would have another night to live But you're never gonna see me cry The last goodbye Is it cloudy where you are tonight All the neon lights shining bright Are you looking for a place to stay To get away And my day's are horses down the hill Running fast with no time to kill And the truth is that we'll never know Will love still flow? Aim high, shoot low (Gotta aim high, shoot low baby) In my head lights on the road tonight Ain't nobody here to make it right Cos we came here to find a way For love to stay If you had another night to give I would have another night to live But you're never gonna see me cry The last goodbye (Last goodbye) If I could do it over I'd do it all again And if I got one more chance I wouldn't change a thing Aim high, shoot low (Aim high, shoot low) In my head lights on the road tonight Ain't nobody here to make it right Cos we couldn't seem to find a way For love to stay If you had another night to give I would have another night to live But you're never gonna see me cry The last goodbye In my head lights on the road tonight Ain't nobody here to make it right Cos we couldn't seem to find a way For love to stay If you had another night to give I would have another night to live But you're never gonna see me cry The last goodbye |
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| 1:15 |
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Uh, And thats the story, no life no more, just loss Caught up in between the negative and positive force, Carmen Brown, sad tale of a life cut short, who Take the responsibility when the guns go off, on one Side you have Hill, he gotta live with the guilt. Is he the one that she needed, or the one that got her killed? Or is it Carmen to blame for her own damn fault? Did she Play with his heart, and never loved him at all? It doesnt Matter now because she restin in peace, and all the playas in the Game will have ta live with the grief. Its only now that shes Gone you will truly discover the immortal love of Carmen Brown There will never be another. |
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| 4:13 |
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Verse 1: Kelly, can you handle this? Michelle, can you handle this? Beyonce, can you handle this? I don't think they can handle this! (Beyonce) Barely move, we've arrived Lookin sexy, lookin fly Baddest chick, chick inside DJ, jam tonight Spotted me a tender thang There you are, come on baby Don't you wanna dance with me Can you handle, handle me You gotta do much better if you gone dance with me tonight You gotta work your jelly if you gone dance with me tonight Read my lips carefully if you like what you see Move, groove, prove you can hang with me By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me Hook up your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff Chorus: I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe Verse 2: Baby, can you handle this? Baby, can you handle this? Baby, can you handle this? I don't think you can handle this! (Kelly) I'm about to break you off H-town goin hard Lead my hips, slap my thighs Swing my hair, square my eyes Lookin hot, smellin good Groovin like I'm from the hood Look over my shoulder, I blow you a kiss Can you handle, handle this Chorus: I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe Bridge (Michelle): Move your body up and down (whoo!) Make your booty touch the ground (whoo!) I can't help but wonder why (whoo!) Is my vibe too vibealacious for you, babe (All) I shake my jelly at every chance When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have Now let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz (Scatting) I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe (Chorus continues to end) |
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