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| from Varese Sarabande : A 30th Anniversary Celebration (A Chronicle Of Great Film Music 2003-2008) [omnibus, ost] (2016) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Whiteout (화이트아웃) by John Frizzell [ost] (2009) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Reapingthe Reaping (리핑 10개의 재앙) by John Frizzell [ost] (2007) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from Stay Alive (스테이 어라이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2006) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005)
M
I say m-o M-o-p M-o-p-p Mop M-o-p-p Mop, mop, mop, mop R I say r-a R-a-g R-a-g-g Rag R-a-g-g m-o-p-p Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah R-a-g-g m-o-p-p Rag mop A I say a-b A-b-c A-b-c-d A-b-c-d-e A-b-c-d-e-f-g-h I I say m-o M-o-p M-o-p-p Mop M-o-P-P Mop, mop, mop, mop R I say r-a R-a-g R-a-g-g Rag R-a-g-g m-o-p-p Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah Rag mop Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah R-a-g-g m-o-p-p Rag mop |
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005)
The wheel of fortune
Goes spinning around Will the arrow point my way? Will this be my day? Oh, wheel of fortune Please don't pass me by Let me know the magic of A kiss and a sigh While the wheel is spining, spinning, spinning I'll not dream of winning fortune or fame While the wheel is turning, turning, turning I'll be yearning, yearning for love's precious flame Oh, wheel of fortune I'm hoping somehow If you'll ever smile on me Please let it be now While the wheel is spining, spinning, spinning I'll not dream of winning fortune or even fame While the wheel is turning, turning, turning I'll be yearning, yearning for love's precious flame Oh, wheel of fortune I'm hoping somehow If you ever smile on me Please let it be now |
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| from The Prize Winner Of Defiance, Ohio (프라이즈 위너) by John Frizzell [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(featuring Youngn' Restless)
Its the illness going on Yo Shatek hit me Y-Young Youngn' Restless Joe Crack Strong Armin', T.S Patterson, B-X Hold UP! [Chorus] Boy, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave Man, look what you done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave [Verse 1] Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging Shit ain't no longer the same, your own niggaz be hatin' Can't see another brother succeed So you backstab 'em just to see how long he'll bleed But I'm a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man That's why I'm scarred up on both hands And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't trust a bitch Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that's the way you thug a bitch It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Dog I came here to prove your wackness Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards This is hardcore, ain't no acoustic classic Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission I'm handling mine, occupation scramble and grind Stop your facing, shank you with knives You're missing a born soldier, operation declined I'm like a optician, with a vision to shine A hundred steps ahead of y'all, ain't no getting behind Say what I choose 'cause I done payed my dues Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather I learned to survive through the hatred and lies That's why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came prepared Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] B-X, T.S Ya heard me? Youngn' Rest Uh, yo, yo Gear up, you need to fear us One false move and get paw-pierced up Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood You wish us to hell 'cause we too real Selling two mills and still ain't afraid to pull steal Ready Rock ain't concerned with y'all I'm too big too strong for y'all And I came too long for y'all, ya heard Pun Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls Heard you niggaz want it with us, a fatal mistake Been blazing the game since niggaz fourth-aides Crack is king, man the city is mine And I ain't got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+ Here's the real deal homie, stakes is high Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker) [Chorus] |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Verse 1]
Do Sumptin, Do Sumptin, that's right nigga You left the burner at home? Let's fight nigga Hold up, stand back, where your man at? You want beef with Comp, you can can that Back up, back up, clear the hole nigga I can arrange to have your shit swoll nigga I don't give a flyin fuck, nope My iron tucked three inches below the gut I mean, don't try me, you don't wanna die man I'm aiming at his head, send bullets through his eye, man Lights out, fight's out, I knock your lights out We bring the knives, bats, and metal pipes out We can (we can) do it (do it) rumble (rumble) brawl (brawl) Hit him in his face, watch him tumble (tumble) fall (fall) Watch him run and make a phone call (call) I look at your crew and say "Fuck all ya'll!" [Chorus] He disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin! He waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Dont' stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! Your man beefin with dude, you better do sumptin! You said hi and shorty got rude, you better do sumptin! Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin! Don't stand and look around nigga, do sumptin! [Verse 2] You either do nuthin or do sumptin You in the club with that silver on, bitch you frontin And my niggas not havin that Don't wear nothin nice, they be grabbin that (give me!) Sometimes in the streets, but really in the club And these types of niggas be really in the club High and drunk, ready to fight Bumpin into everybody, steppin on their Nikes So watch out, watch out, they pull glocks out Everybody yellin "Duck down, nigga, watch out!" Guns pop out, hawks pop out, macks slappin at backs make her's pop out And they be (they be), not (not), carin' who they shoot (shoot) Little (little), guns (guns), fit into their boot (boot) But your man is weak and he ain't used to beef He got approached now he's scared to speak [Chorus] [Verse 3] Don't play with me, I ain't him, I shank him Dude better watch his mouth Yeah, see the hawks comin out the pouch around my waist Barber shop knife cut around your face And when them guns out, guns out, like a four-four Some hit the floor-floor or run to the door-door I hate to see a man hit up Everybody yellin at him like "Bitch get up!" He on the floor with a hole in his gut, on his back and his butt Layin lifeless, his eyes be shut Girls get accidentally knocked out Everybody runnin to their cars but they locked out They lost their keys, they searchin around And the person they came with be hurt on the ground So when you tired of gettin bitched for nothin Try to earn your respect next time, nigga do sumptin [Chorus] |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Oh no (louder) oh no (louder) Uh huh, uh huh (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them (Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you (Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can (Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her (Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper (Long long) - and for my riders all over Now you know we wanna hit it hit it Don't stop, get it get it Sick wit it, I keep paper around me So I know that everybody got the vapors around me See me in a big truck thin rubber riding 2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting Cause I know Cal broads act up man So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan Not a dance floor nucka [nigga] I'm take em home get em to drop they pants And gross nucka till the (drip drip) No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid) I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib) Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas Drive wit my knees, seat recline While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind I be sizing em up from they thighs and above Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah! All my ladies if you riding! Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving All my nuckas if you riding! Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass Yo boy got a street chick Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man') Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh) She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool Everything I got |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
I don't think you wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna live my life Feel me? Come on baby (Elite) Where we at baby Let's get it C'mon [Drag-On]: How many niggas ever seen a shot gun shot Look like somethin comin at you non-stop James Brown make you "Say it loud" Just walk through this block, air it out Anybody can pump a lead off Let me see you shoot a .50 calibur gone pop a head off We can let it off You see my movies you say who represent my dog and I'm a edit off So you niggas better move back Somebody better duck their head Cause your bloody minds bout to be in all black Cause a nigga white tee bout to turn red And I don't give a shit! When I stand in front of the judge yeah I did it what I'm in a cell by myself Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus]: I'm that hood I'm them streets I'm them lyrics and them beats I'm that weed I'm that X I'm that sex that you need I'm that nigga with your wife I'm that comma layin right I'm that match that you light When you ain't got no light I'm your fireman [Drag-On]: Who the fuck say Drag couldn't come back (He said it) Now where my gun at Nigga won that Cause I don't raise a lot of niggas and not I want my sons back I catch a nigga at a party Matter fact I be up in his lobby Lettin my man hold his shotty Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY Sometimes I gotta do what I gotta do Pull out just shoot for I gotta shoot And your nigga on the roof My shoes and slip I hope he gotta parachute I'm in the zone dawg I'm by myself at my home dawg Everybody just leave me the fuck alone Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus] [Dag-On]: I wasn't all that My head wasn't screwed on tight That's why I pause every line Cause I take time For a boss to map out his crime This idea with a snitch Cut his tongue and mail it to his bitch Cause when a nigga run his lips It makes me wanna HURT SOMEBODY But I ain't the nigga that'll Come up with chitter chatter Cause if ya'll come up with talkin already that a Either you got it or you don't Or you're real or you won't Shut until you don't You ring you better hide your thoughts Now you on life support Can't cry you might die driving But instead got my nig pulling me outta here Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY [Chorus] I'm your fireman |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Brakes on, please
Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me C'mon, I got too much of a lead And at your speed, it's hard to say you fuckin' with me Fall back and hit your head bitch or come up dead bitch The war ain't over 'til I come up wit your head bitch Came a long way, waited my turn, tempted to eat Held my ground and my heat, on the strength of the street 'Cuz I had to win, battle niggaz left me staggerin' Unstoppable bitch, why sleep now when I haven't been Label me the miss of this shit I've never fell but that don't stop bitches from wishin' as shit (Shit) Chevy made her Without a doubt, a heavy weighter And without a doubt, that's why they hate her I cock and deliver 'Cuz I'm holdin' at my spot and the leader Want her, come and get her I guess y'all bitches beta reconsider Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-l-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' wit mine bitch Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me Look skeezer Take a breather, you lookin' at the leader Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her Please take notice, stop breathe focus You lookin' at a bad bitch, your pack seem bogus Rap is a competitive sport If yo ain't got your mind right, your head'll get caught I'm like a fuckin' John niggaz, stop listen and learn niggaz Spit vicious and burn niggaz, cremate and urn niggaz Defeat my opponents, yea, hungry and eat my opponents I like to take this time out to break thru the donuts Came into this muthafucka wit my head straight Came into this muthafucka beggin' for a plate Battle niggaz and bitches that bite mocks and stitches They competitions get ditches Damn it, the bitch is vicious You can't beat her, you can't harm a eeva Hunk your brace bitch don't make me have to palm the heater 'Cuz you can't get credit, you quit, that's how it get Don't get big fucking with the realest bitch of the shit Brakes on, please Focus freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' with mine bitch This is the last time I wanna have to tell you to focus freez Bitch it hopeless you're not in my lead My shoes don't fit, you sorry, you can't be me I'm the realest bitch in this world, can't you see? 'Cuz you can't, you hoes just hate to admit it The truth hurts, that's why y'all hoes hate when I spit it But I'm the chiefrunner of this shit, stay in your place Please step on your brakes 'fore I step on your face See they wanna catch me sleepin' and step in my space Hold the plots up in 'em, all I got is venom Think you got some chicks in your team, hoch the [Incomprehensible] I was born with the shin in my jeans not my denim You can wait stop thinkin' bullshit thoughts Tryna score, you ain't fontin' on the bullshit courts You gon' never find a bitch to get a heat to the street ('Cuz ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me) Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me The miss of this shit You've been missin' the shit Position the hit Ain't miss of a shit Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me She the B-L-O-O-Dline bitch Clear your mind bitch Ain't no way you fuckin' with mine bitch Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me Look skeezer Take a breather, you lookin' at the leader Throw in the towel, y'all bitches will never beat her |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(50)
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin' Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380's and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin' (Chorus - repeat 2X) You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, bitch Follow Me (Tony Yayo) I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a king cobra Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country (Chorus) (Lloyd Banks) Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin' middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It's 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes (Chorus) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep 난 먹지도, 자지도 않을 거야 Ain't gonna breathe, 'til I see what I wanna see 내가 보고 싶은 걸 보기 전까진 숨쉬지도 않을거야 And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt 그리고 내가 보고 싶은 건, 니가 영원히 흙 속에 파묻혀 Permanently, you just bein hurt, this ain't gonna work 잠을 자는 거야, 고통스럽기만 하다니, 제대로 안 풀리는군 For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough 나에게는, 그런 것따윈, 충분하질 않아 Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies 왜냐하면 우린, 결국 서로 적이 될거거든 As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us 우리가 숨쉬는 한 말야, 절대로 우리 둘이서 Comin to terms, where we can agree 같은 의견에 도달할 거라고 믿지 않아 There ain't gonna be, no reasonin, speakin wit me 나랑 타협하려고 하지만 그럴 이유가 없잖아 You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles 내 자식에 대해 얘기하면, 난, 더 이상 영어로도 말하지 않아 So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless 우린 서로 싸울거야, 계속해서 말이지 You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh 니가 나랑 직접 대면하자는 데 찬성하지 않는 한 And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see 그렇게 우리가 서로 만나면, 넌 보게 될거야 A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen 한 번도 보지 못한, 악마가 내 안에서 풀려나오는 걸 And you're gonna see, this gangster pee on himself 그리고 알게 될거야, 이 갱스터는 자기에게 오줌을 눈다는 걸 I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help D-12가 보이는 군, 고마워, 하지만 도움은 필요없어 Me do this one all by my lonely 난 이걸 혼자서 해낼테니까 I don't need fifteen of my homies 내 친구 15명이나 필요하지 않아 When I see you, I'm seein you, me and you only 내가 널 볼 땐, 널 보는 거야, 나와 너 단 둘이 We never met, but best believe you gon' know me 한번도 만난적은 없지만, 날 알게 될거라고 믿는게 좋아 When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony 조금만 있으면, 네가 가짜 녀석이란 걸 보여주겠어 Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me 이리와 개년아, 보여줘, 내 몸을 잡아 던져줘 Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me 날 들어, 날 잡어, 마치 니가 내게 말했던 것처럼 You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful 그럴려고 했지, 내 생각대로군, 넌 정말 불쌍해 I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! 널 없애버리겠어, 모두다, Ja Rule 너도 그렇게 될거야! [Chorus] Now go to sleep bitch! 이제 잠이나 자 개년아! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes 죽어 개자식아 죽어! 어, 시간 끝이야 개년아, 눈을 감아 Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) 이제 잠이나 자 개년아!(뭐?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? 왜 아직도 살아있는 거야? 몇번이나 더 말해야 겠어, 눈 감으라니까? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) 그리고 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! 죽어라 개자식아 죽어, 안녕 개자식아 작별이다! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... 왜 아직도 살아있어? 왜, 죽어 개자식아, 아, 아, 아.. ...Go to sleep bitch! 잠이나 자 개년아! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous 우린 너네들을 긴장케하지 On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless 의도적으로, 너의 초점을 흐려, 넌 MC가 아니야, 넌 가치없는 인간 You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please 넌 갱스터가 아냐, 넌 서커스지, 넌 매력이 없어, 제발 You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third 넌 커튼이야, 넌 말을 하고, 멋있게 들리지, 2003년 속에 더럽혀진 말들 You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? 넌 잘난척만 해, 하나도 안 무서워, 누굴 받들지? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when 난 널 흙 아래로 가사로 묻어줘야 겠어 You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth 지구를 넘보면서 레이블 가지고 장난칠 때 Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth Shady다 개자식아, O. Trice의 탄생 And as I mold, I become a curse 그렇게 태어나면서, 난 저주가 되지 So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf 그리고 노래로 만들어, 거리로 가져나와 Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who 장전하고 당겨, 관에 도착하게 되는 그 녀석은 Depicts fiction in his verse 그의 노래에 픽션을 담지 And as I breathe, and you be deceased 내가 숨쉬면, 넌 죽어버리게 될거야 The world believe you deceived just to speak 이 세계는 너의 말이 거짓말이라고 믿고 있지 You'se not the streets, you'se the desk 넌 스트리트도 아니고, 넌 책상이야 Use not your chest nigga, use a vest 가슴을 쓰지마 임마, 방탄조끼를 써 Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death 우리 둘이 널 쉬게 해주마, 죽음을 선택하는 거야 Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt 6피트 아래로 깊이, 니가 진 빚이다 [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets 이봐 모두, 난 야수처럼 걷고, 거리처럼 말을 해 I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat 난 뉴욕에서 열기를 내며 불타올라 Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet 비트를 따라가, 내 발로 걸어가 Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet 내 고통을 이해해봐, 비는 진눈깨비가 아니지 Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going 내가 어떻게 움직이는지, 어디로 가는지 봐 Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin 새어나오지 않아, 자는 동안에는 몰라 But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life 하지만 난 계속 자라, 이 삶 속에서 커져가 Easy-going with the same one that started the fight 싸움을 시작했던 이유에 대해서는 느긋하게 대처해 He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite 그러면 그는 개가, 깨물기 시작하면 어떤지 알게 될거야 Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life 난 그걸 보여주려고 했지, 삶 속의 한 마리 개 Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 그랜드 챔피언, 내 핏줄도 타이트해 Cuz it's all good, it's all right 모두다 괜찮아, 모두다 좋아 Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back 녀석들은 소리칠려 하지만, 대답을 못했어 Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac 이제 그들은 여기 속에 있는 모든 것을 삼켜야 해 Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Blood Line, 그리고, 우린 여러 노래를 거쳐가 Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? 빌어먹을 임마, 왜 그런 식으로 행동해야 하는 건데? [Chorus] [Eminem] All you motherfuckers, take that! 모든 개자식들아, 받아라! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo 이봐, 이것도 먹어, 개년아! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you 너네 개자식들 모두 다 죽여버리겠어, 모두다 Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! 가짜 갱스터들! 언론은 없어! 언론은 없어! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! 썩어라, 개자식들, 썩어라! 흙 속에서 부패해라, 빌어먹을 흙 속에서! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! 이름도 남기지 말고, 죽어, 그대로! 유명함도 없어! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha 이봐 X, 이리 와봐, Obie, 가자고 하하 |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
(Prelude)
(laughing) It's funny how the trades are Errbody wants to be a king We have the whole city full of bosses But we all know...... taking over, the one One leader..... all the rest y'all follow Follow me..... cradle......trust me I am the one (Verse One) Call me a boss of all bosses I got a flawless record of thirty wins, no draws and no losses I talk reckless, what Move cautious with no respect for the rules, the dudes lawless Gets deep with BS on the streets cos from Harlem to Hollywood I got the game on the leash You with my Bloodline beasts, always ready for whatever We gon' hawk this dog together, six or beretta Tour is glock, hecno and dutch A few tools used just to get to the top Can't stop, won't stop 'til I'm left in the box to count We still bossy but pine is fine I'm a Jack of all trades, what moves to be made (yea) Back in the eighth for crackin the safe From the block to the cage From the label to the stage I'ma grind 'til I shine, cradle 2 the grave it's on (Chorus) Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood loves me (it's on) Can't knock me It's simply put I'm just ahead of my time It's on Can't touch me (it's on) Can't stop me (it's on) Won't budge me (it's on) Can't block me (it's on) The hood love me (it's on) Can't knock me It must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine (Verse Two) Now, drug money is a thug's money (uhn uhn) Ice money is set for life money (you know) Share money is the fair money, (fa sho) You scared money, don't make money, nigga common I'm back in the game, back on the grind I'm back with my back to the wall, slightly back to two nines Back with the mask on my face, back to packin two nines I'm back on the block, back to movin twenties and dimes Bottomline, I'm back, the city is mines Stop me how, I'm coming with the lot and the lines Have grease stinking out where you live Cats trailing your kids, it ended up with me abductin your wares Harry Rob once told me "strike fast and forceful cos if you give him any time to think he'll cross you" You either on my side or in my way If in my way (*gunclick*) okay (Chorus) ????? pack my arm, it's a dom You let a nigga get at em' Nigga for not one of the most hunted like Bin Laden Cos I don't talk, I spit, don't walk, I strike And I'ma stand up nigga, stand sit for what (what) To discuss with the tough that enough is enough And it's on cos I'm callin your bluff And your dudes in the streets that refuse to be beef Better move when I reach and get moved with the heat Please, don't make the nigga have to do it to you I launch missiles that ravage ya soft tissue I salvage with many issues My marriage is to my pistols automatic or revolver but trust me I'm gon get you if I have to prooove to you cowards I never follow you cowards I murder all of you cowards Your streets are my streets That's how it's designed cos the hand that rocks the cradle is mine you know (yea) (Chorus x2) (Instrumentals till fade) |
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