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Artist:
Jay-Z Album:
Dynasty Roc La Familia (2000) This Can't Be Life [Jay-Z] Geah..
whassup? Where's
all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real
niggaz, worldwide Let's
reflect.. e'rybody got a story We
all ghetto B - here's mine Geah See
I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow
tight like I was born Jewish Used
the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 38
longs inside my mom's Buick At
any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron
cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit,
I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears
streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My
life is gettin too wild I
need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout
to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!" It's
like '93, '94, bout the year that
Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked outta
every rag drop, and the West had it locked Everybody
doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block like
"Damn; I'ma be a failure" Surrounded
by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia Cops
courts, and their thoughts is to derail us Three
time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin
figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So
they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It
gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby
came out stillborn, still I gotta move on Though
my heart still torn, life gone from her womb Don't
worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon [Chorus:
Jay-Z] This
can't be life, this can't be love This
can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This
can't be life, this can't be love This
can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us [Beanie
Sigel] Chill
dog Second
oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother Hell
bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop
wasn't around, so many stories that's another I'm
thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher When
steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real I'm
tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills Dead
to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all
niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What
my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real What
your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real Passin
judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans Cause
you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog
you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an I
guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop
that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make
'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I
feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till
them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's
only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah
Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin My
seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog Shit
I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog I
come back in the afterlife Like
fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin? [Chorus] [Scarface] Yeah..
uhh.. Now
as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig' I
got a phone call from one of my nigs Said
my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And
when I heard that I just broke into tears And
see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is But
when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib So
I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news Now
we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two Prayin
for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars Lovin
your kids just like you was ours And
I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours I
just know that heaven'll open these doors And
ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this God's
got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company Who
loves all and hates not one And
one day you gon' be wit your son I
could've rapped about my hard times on this song But
heaven knows I woulda been wrong I
wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love It
wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us This
can't be life [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This
can't be life.. Artist:
Jay-Z Album:
Blueprint (2001) Ladies
and gentlemen, put your hands together for the astonishing... H
to the izz-O...V to the izz-A... Welcome
ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The
flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE! Thanks
for comin' out tonightYou coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're
here with me appreciate
that...uuunnnh... H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo'
shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in PA Was
herbin' em in the home o' the turbans Got
it dirt cheap for themPlus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit'
them Boy
and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't
born hustlers I was burpin' emH to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo'
sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasyCan't leave rap alone the game needs
me Haters
want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops
wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But
somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not
guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore
he doesn't exist So
poof...vamoose son of a bitch CHORUS H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo'
shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's
the anthem get'cha damn hands up H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not
guilty ya'll got-ta feel me H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's
the anthem get'cha damn hands UP! Holla
at me... I
do this for my culture To
let 'em know what a nigga look like... when
a nigga in a roaster Show
'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures Industry
shady it need to be taken over Label
owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm
overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay
us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us We
can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks CHORUS Yeah... Hove
is back, life stories told through rap Niggas
actin' like I sold you crack Like
I told you sell drugs...no... Hove
did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that I
was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats Smokers
out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts
on the corner, focused on the ave Ladies
in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me
under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks
in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law So
you know I seen it all before I
seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To
try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed
in this rap game, the two things is great H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What
else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay CHORUS H
to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... (4x to fade out) Artist:
Eminem Album:
Marshall Mathers LP (2000) Drug Ballad [Girl]
Yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit! [Eminem] Chorus [Eminem] 'Cause
every time I try to tell them "no" [Eminem] Chorus [Eminem] Chorus
2x (Same as previous, but 2nd time Drugs
really got ahold of me Artist:
System of a Down Album:
Toxicity (2001) Chop
Suey! Wake
up, Artist:
Sarah Brightman Album:
Eden (1998) Music:
Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924), adapted by Frank Peterson Nessun
dorma Nessun
dorma! Ma
il mio mistero è chiuso in me, Ed
il mio bacio scioglierà.
[Choir:] Dilegua
o notte! Translation
into English: No-one
shall sleep No-one
shall sleep! But
my secret lies hidden within me, And
my kiss shall break
[Choir:] Depart,
oh night! |
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