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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Any Give Sunday baby Oww! Yo, yo, yo Oh zigi-zigi Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi: Oh you 'pose to be the man now Cause you got cars, you got houses You got yachts, you got diamonds You got it all Oh you livin' large right, heh Well let me ask one thing When you go broke When you go broke I bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more Here we go uh I was there when no one knew your name I was there when you blew up, got large And had all the fame Now look how you do, uh I was there when everything had changed You think you the shit Big star on top of your game Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh I was there when you was ed on weed I gave you dough, mo dough You don't know to supply your need What's it gon' be (uh) I was there I was the air you breathe Until you became a big star No need for me Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh do you Call when you fall boy Call when you ain't got boy They don't wanna roll with you They don't think you hot boy What happened to you boy? You are just a no-boy Now you have no joy Here we go What happened to your Benz man? What happened to your rocks? Six shots that you pop in your bitches man Now your name is like shit stink You let the fame maintain You done blew out your brains man What happened to your diamond rings? You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane Beep, beep to your feet man You's a jeep man With no friends and no game man There he is, uh When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call Heh-heh, where all your friends now? Where your homies now? When you was on top of your game Everybody wanted to hang around, huh Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke Your same friends don't want to fuck wit' you no more Who you gonna call huh? You better understand reality baby Never let the fame blow your brain, heh Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi Never let the fame blow your brain Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh Never let the fame blow your brain Here we go, uh And my choir sing, heh Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww! |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
(Noreaga)
{*howling*} CNN (CNN!) CNN The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man? Hahahahahaha, yo, yo My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks Based on a true story, it's Nore' And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me It feel good to have love in the hood And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out Chorus: CNN (repeat 2X) Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day The real people do real things So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH? (Nore) Peace God (Cap) Whattup nigga? (Nore) I'm glad you home So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own (Cap) Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes (Nore) Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out (Cap) My Niggaz On The Run they place out Flee fiends with the cake mouth Automatic guns, bullets spray out (Nore) Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke (Cap) I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry (Nore) And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw (Cap) My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law (Nore) Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall (Cap) I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal CNN gotta thug it for real Chorus (Capone) Thuggology's the major, paper Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature The law was built around capers since the years of the West and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail Unassissted, I shivered and frail My ice similar to hail yo, for the that's in braille I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge? My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases Chorus 2X (Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade) |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Mobb Deep-- Never Goin' Back [Havoc] Yo... Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle If cats only knew all the shit I been through Homicide, suicide, am I, losin my mind? Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one Practice what I preach Dunn, ride for my loved ones Been asked God why he put me on this earth, yo Niggaz just be settlin for crumbs Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse Not for nuttin Dunn, I want it all - can you blame me? Ten years later niggaz still in the slums How dumb, how come, with no outcome? Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit And how about that, niggaz too grown for that I'm holdin it down, now where your head at? Yo : Mobb Deep ( ) I ain't goin back, I ain't lookin back Hell no black, I'm where the paper at I'm movin ahead, now how about that? long as I don't forget where I came from [Prodigy] We do it the Mobb way - leave em lookin like a strawberry My outlook on life is quite very - positive I'm a content fella If you insist, I'll be more than glad til his beef marriage until you tamper with my plans to go on further Fuck the hassle, it ain't worth my energy unless I must Me and you til death do us Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips That's my shit, do it like the old timers I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while I'm post up or in motion, most niggaz be floatin Don't even make eye contact, walkin Dunn, pay attention that's how niggaz die sooner Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought We came from the streets up, now we put G's up, so [Havoc] at my front door me receivin slugs? Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go How though no dough, please don't show and knows, their plot I hope they ass die slow like my man Twist said don't even see me when I blow Got, issue with my foes best believe I'ma solve em and laugh at your petty-ass problems Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun niggaz [Prodigy] The Infamous Mobb Deep with dreams, of one day makin it big Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins With they Live Nigga Rap music, hard liquor swigs Smile all up in your face then I break your chin Went platinum, now them niggaz writin scripts Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like.. |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
(feat. Outkast)
(Al Pacino) "I'll fight for you 'til the day I die" (Gipp) Yeah.. yeah.. yo Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes Drag my ass down the air like I care Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab Makin money off these breakdown slabs We got this zone, get your own Better move on before your folk get split, you won't forget The DF put it down, now get down, or sit down (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (Khujo) I tackle my problems, never run from my foes Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke but it didn't leave a sucka froze like he just tried to stuff a whole ki up in his nose on all fo's You hit em high I hit em low, for this dough Yo heart gon' bust out here, cause we comin full speed We deep and take you lift you up off of your feet at the lift, of the glass, sippin victory Clean cut but I stay dirty Uhh, you play fair, I teach I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork or beast, ?? ?? Tenacious on his grill, uhh, all-pro hall of famer with no fears, blood sweat and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (Andre) The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich The po' boy got it bad cause he is po' The bad boy got it bad cause he won't grow The good gul got it good cause she got game It runs in no undeveloped fellas considered lame Same like mechanics do it, baby who need her Buick repaired don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is Make woo it, turns a nigga, sperm it tickle We wiggle, ?? emotions like dill pickle in autumn, fall, into the bottom of black, holes Make a left on nothingness cause that's where I'm at Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number Let's add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber like uhh, babies in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh Dolphins and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so nothing you can do can be new up under the sun Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick My talents spread around while I'm holdin my dick My dingling shit flip emaculate Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less Rip a nigga from the East to the West Just a lyrical maze lyrical days God works in mysterious ways I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score Niggas fleein when I'm rippin on the hard core beat That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back Nigga L never got rip by a track I don't fuck around, always come back For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm Cool double O flow well to the LL I'm leave the world looking hard as hell I shut 'em down (Get Off Me!!, You Can't Hold Me!!) To the next plateau niggas bet my flow Betta bet I role wit more control Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete Spit razors to rip the beat Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out How to find out Bump and grind out Pump the lines out I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt C to the double O bounce in the bubble eye limo No I ain't checkin for you bull shit demo Everytime you hear me in a battle I'm lethal Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
[Guru] Though the times are getting wicked I'm older I got a chip on my shoulder True players always maintaing, I'm different I told ya Don't want to be just a commodity I'm smarter G This is my life, and my soul not just a job to me It's the truest part of me Fans now mobbing me Fake friends acting like I just won the lottery Back then I guess it was hard to see The real paradox What an artist see It's like that saying Be careful what you pray for you might get it Of course it's all about winning and money but how far will we let it Taken 'em, the holy game can make 'em, then instantaneously break 'em Rain one day sunshine the next Haters try and stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed What's next accounted by the press Mad stress on my chest Of course I know that I'm blessed but here's the test On "Any Given Sunday" I got to play my best Sacrifice don't give up the fight Everything will be all right on any given Sunday (The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall) Depends on you if you win or lose You know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday (Strive to achieve and die for what you believe) [Jamie Foxx] On the battlefields left abandoned One man standing To me the ball was handed Taken shots and left stranded, No defensive they tackle me Every blow brings back a memory Learning lessons from my injury It's killing me Cause at first they wasn't feeling me Never given a chance to show my true ability Too many pressures trying to play me out Put me positions that's sure to lay me out No doubt Sacrifice don't give up the fight Everything will be all right on any given Sunday (The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall) Depends on you if you win or lose You know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday (Strive to achieve and die for what you believe) [Common] Playing on a field of hard times These struggles are like the yardlines that I gain from Nowhere is where I came from From day one, I knew the game and how to play run But never knew the price of fame would weigh tons Now I learn from self when pain comes And walk when they say run Fame can be as painful as Death of patron Young black, gifted But I'm rapped in myself Broke many tackles but I'm trapped in myself See what happens with wealth At times you can lose yourself During the sunniest of days many superstars fell From cotton to football fields You know how they play brothers As long as we play well they love us I know that on Any Given Sunday This can be taken from me But it all comes down to is money I know that on Any Given Sunday This can be taken from me But it all comes down to is money y'all Sacrifice don't give up the fight Everything will be all right on any given Sunday (The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall) Depends on you if you win or lose You know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday (Strive to achieve and die for what you believe) |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
whatever it takes - (and) we gots to seperate whatever it takes - all these true from the fakes whatever it takes - (andcause) this is how we show and prove whatever it takes - cause we ain't got nothin to lose whatever it takes.. face to face with aggression, de-bolish and molish the opposition armored to be the stronger and conquer my competition this ammunition, fills a vision that makes decisions i told you once before but it's obvious you didn't listen so listen closely, or next time you wanna quote me and take my advice, you'd be wise to not approach me and learn your lesson, hit this class and you're over session found the test and had no idea with whom you're messin.. transformin the mindset, but how quickly do those forget one hundred miles to run and ain't even broken a sweat until the death, we won't settle for nothin less no need to creep you knew we was comin but still you slept but it's time to rise up was just built up from deep inside actin like you was down now that leads to a collide best to recognize, starin at me, because you s whatever it takes, is what it took.. .. {whatever it takes} .. [modulated 7x] this is our house.. and this is where we live.. and ain't nobody.. gonna mess with us, in our house.. this is our house.. (this is our house..) [ ] whatever it takes! - [ 5x] whatever it takes.. whatever it takes.. this is our house.. this is our house! this is our house! this is our house! this is our house.. this is our house.. our house.. whatever it takes.. whatever it takes.. |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger And my anger has no outlet -- so all day long I smoke that sess I never rest, never sleep, I'm afraid too (the right lyric) Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like "YAHHHHHHHH!!!" And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex -- but in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like *SNIFFFFFF* Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I see lights in my sights but they look dim I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong -- say you love me, now I'm gone I never rest, never sleep, I'm afraid too (the right lyric) Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like {*guitar riff*} And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
The only boy I understand The one ashamed to be a man Just rape the world Because you can That's what it takes To be a man Well, knock her up Just slap her hand Prove it to me just be a man I think I can I think I can I'm big enough to be a man Tell you the truth I'm jealous yeah Give anything to be a man Be a man So impotent Be a man Ohh... Take off your dress Your master plan Give anything Just be a man Oh cut it off Of course you can Got what it takes To be a man Oh rape us all Just 'cause you can Well give it up Just be a man The fucking wars The carnage yeah Give anything To be a man Cut it off I know you can 'Cause no one cares if you're a man Be a man So impotent Be a man Ohhh... Can't get it up? I understand Under the gun to be a man I think I can I think I can I'm big enough to be a man Oh fuck the world because you can I'm everything Oh be a man Oh fuck the world because you can Give anything Be a man I'm potent yeah Be a man I'm potent yeah Be a man I'm potent yeah I'm potent yeah |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Just cause I love my niggas, (Ruff Ryders)
I shed blood for my niggas. (Ryde or die) Let a nigga holla, "Where my niggas?" (Get down or lay down) All I wanna hear is, "Right here my niggas." (We here nigga) <echoes> You won't take this from me baby! You will not take this from me baby! Ya know grrrrr My niggas some niggas that you don't wanna try My niggas some niggas that's really do or die My niggas will have you cowards ready to cry My niggas will fry my niggas will rob My niggas keep niggas on they fuckin' job My niggas know what it's like when shit gettin' hard My niggas stay pullin' you other niggas cards My niggas It's God my niggas we'll shine My niggas just knew it was a matter of time My niggas let me know to keep fuckin' with the rhymes My niggas ain't no longer livin' with crime My niggas is fine my niggas is good My niggas keep you niggas knocking on wood My niggas know how to take it back to the hood My niggas will put you down right where you stood My niggas they could my niggas they will My niggas take you straight to the back & get ill My niggas give it straight to the bank when we kill My niggas put niggas on ice til they chill My niggas is still my niggas is dogs my niggas (echoes) |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch [ :] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [ ] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! Jump, Jump [ : ] Jump, round, jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! watcha gonna do?! |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Uhh, yeah yeah yeah Yo yo, come on Come on eve, swizz beats Drag-on baby We want y'all to move right now Break 'em down Put 'em up Shake 'em down Pat 'em down Then bat 'em down Get the gun Gat 'em down Get the rope tie 'em up Strike a match lite 'em up Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out All i do is tell 'em get the tissue I only fuck wit chicks that suck nuts out of pickles You want problems? well i'll solve 'em and make examples I love bustin out crowds so all people get trampled Spit crowds wit the 4-5 Like when moses split the tide Those that froze chose to die Stay higher than a hello, how you doin? Burn the rubber till the tires ruin Burn a coat of fire human Cause this drag Burnin like the grits on al green's back Causin a switch rock Hold on dog Who want some of this, gun right here All y'all clown niggas put your hands in the air Is it you over there? is it you over there? Is it you, is it you, is it you right there? Nigga, this ain't that shit that you used to bounce to This that thing that you smoke a ounce to I'm gonna do it, even without you I pop all them clown niggas around you This for my playas thats swingin the 4-4 Wildin out, bustin at po-po Comin over here, you got to go yo Y'all think y'all got beats it's so so Swizz fallen off, nigga thats oh no Y'all remain let the dogs go Listen y'all i stick in the streets like cleetes Y'all niggas know swizz beats uhh Yo, yo ,yo Nigga pack up, watch a pro player get her stack up Cowards in my way any second then he plaqued up Dogs all behind me roll out, section racked up Simple situation blown away cause you backed up Watch out now know you heard about the ruff ryde Deaded at the door watch the floor, who the tough guy? Brick house run 'em down knwo what we about shut 'em down Keep these niggas like "here she comin now" Yo in public yo i'm evil Fuck wit only people that i know thats my peoples The fake shit i see through Hated just to be you cause faggots is lame Get fucked say "gettin fucked" nigga why change? It's anotha that was sweet takin out Anotha that i peep fakin out Tryin to take the easy route A yo look i hold it down got my back while we ride It's over for you fake ass bitches come on and hide Swizz!! |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
How in my head can I forget you make me suffer, Yeah! Trying to see how far you'll push me underground Back into the rhythm fast trippin me when your in my world, Yeah! Everything you say I find a way to bring you down! WHY!? Another way for you to fake your way through your life, Yeah! Remember everything you do will come around Never Am I going back to think I'm on crack and you might like it, Yeah! Will you ever away baby? Why don't you just get out of my life! WHY!? I think of you sometimes but I never believe in you again! I think of you sometimes but I never believe in you again! I think of you sometimes but I never believe in you again! I think of you sometimes but I never believe in you again! And I'll never look back! WHY!? WHY!? |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Hip Rock!
Heavily metal, Hip rock incredible I'm the ill destructor Hi-Fi combustor Motorheaded speakerfreak The block-rock doctor |
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10:30 |
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13:31 |
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2:46 |
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2:36 |
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6:37 |
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