Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby Cause the relationship has been so good lately If I don't do what I do, then who's gon put food on the table? It is what it is, I'm just handling biz But I do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live Mama don't work, heater don't work Police pulled me over and said he seen weed on my shirt I pray to the lord and ask for forgiveness If he popped my trunk I can get a life sentence He came a little closer and told me that he smellin' it I said "I rolled one up, I won't insult your intelligence But I threw it out the window half a mile ago" He asked me when the last time I smoke, I said a while ago Forgive me officer, I'm stressin' and my pockets sore Hurtin', chillin' with my dog like a fuckin' Labrador He said he ain't with the bull: matador Looked at the top of my car, like what this ladder for? I told him I was puttin' girls up in the mornin' And I'm goin' to my uncle's house to see if he can join me The officer got a call so he was needed And he told me slow it down, and I told him please believe it Then I proceeded to go to my uncle's house Well it really wasn't my uncle, it was a junkie's house He got a badass niece with a donkey now Pullin' out the parking lot, headed to the other spot Out all night, addict with addicts, causin' Havoc, I'm a Prodigy Niggas know we Mobbin' Deep, gotta stay up when everyone fall asleep The good die young, and promises are hard to keep I left my old job, and now them niggas hardly speak I got a new job, and plus I'm making more a week The girl that I'm with is like a young Kimora Lee I got them folks fiendin', pumpin' that Jodeci Sippin' and my soda pink, you niggas is toilet seat Check my resume, it used to say I sold quarter keys Conduct disorderly, stayin' in the trap house Trips went to work, I'm so glad that it mapped out Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby Cause the relationship has been so good lately If I don't do what I do, then who's gon put food on the table? It is what it is, I'm just handling biz But I do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live Simon says, monkey see monkey do I wore the shirt, you wore the same shirt too See me with my bitch, you buy your bitch the same purse Shoot you and your nigga, y'all can share the same hearse This that murder 1, mixed with the bubblegum Kept working my dun dun duns, come get your mama some Nigga, this that slum talk, some say we talks slums I rarely finish the end of my words Watch the rims hit on the curve And what a nigga really care about a lisp? People arguin' over me while I'm layin' in a bitch Death to a snitch, get it while you can and shit Its 3: 30 in the A.M. We're just gettin' started like when I had the van Bought the tour bus and put some niggas in the pass Your style good enough to put in a glass bag You know I'm getting' mine, you should use a hashtag Flow off the hinges tryna fuck all her friendses Just killed her pussy, you gon' have to use forensics Organized crime, you can put me in a lineup Plus I got dreads, I'll pay a hundred for the line up Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby Cause the relationship has been so good lately If I don't do what I do, then who's gon put food on the table? It is what it is, I'm just handling biz But I do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live I only do what I do so we can live Appetite for destruction, and I don't need a menu So far ahead of y'all niggas, I can see you in my rearview See you in my rearview one of your headlights out nigga I just got my first R&B bitch and got head all night with her She said she tired of the generic I say what up, she say what up, what up, you a parrot? I'm like "Bird ass girl, aren't you sick of the rhetoric?" And if I ain't arrogant, I'm out of my element So we can live...

Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty All my bad bitches stand up See you 'bout to walk on, put your hands up See you got a boyfriend, shawty, and what? Ass so big better pull your pants up Well, I got some footie, Rosé, booty Hands in the air, put your booty where the flow at You should know that anywhere more at Pause for the picture, shawty, we should take a Kodak 'Cause you got some mean on Like you painted them jeans on And your whole clique back and you team strong I know your ex want you back, tell him dream on Shawty, wanna tell me how that body gonna work I like all that seduction She gotta look closer over and over Shakin' that butt then I got somethin' I gotta show her what's up then But if she wanna rock with a player She gonna have to follow my instruction like Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty Whoa, ain't no competition or dissin' that's my position You listen and pay attention, you'll be feeling the same 21 and older, you shakin' 'cause you wanna Nobody to tell you no so you be feeling no shame Now go on, shake your ass, make your boyfriend mad, uh-huh Shake your ass, make your boyfriend mad, uh-huh Give you somethin you probably ain't never had I bet you, baby, that he can't do that Killer, killer for real, got whatever you like He give it to you wrong, I give it to you right He gonna give it for a second, I'mma give it all night He just do it just to do it, I just do it like Mike Shawty, wanna tell me how that body gonna work I like all that seduction She gotta look closer over and over Shakin' that butt then I got somethin' I gotta show her what's up then But if she wanna rock with a player She gonna have to follow my instruction like Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty Whoa, ain't nothing like watching you rock for me Go ahead girl and just drop for me While I just sit back And just admire that Hopin' that you don't plan to stop for me Brought about a hundred thousand stacks on me And I know you like that, girl So like it when you Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty

[Ja Rule] Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac So much pain Uhh. yeah, huh, yeah All my, niggas. so much pain Uhh. huh, yeah Yeah, so. much. Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh [Ja Rule] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five Cocked on these niggaz time to die Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back) And everything I seem to love I done lost Fuck the world if they can't understand me What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines Why do we die at an early age? Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain [Chorus] Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain) Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain [Ja Rule] Years and years of strugglin all my life Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter" I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory" Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?) Too hot for you to stand near me It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me I'm tired of the stress and the strain But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me My face in, Hennessy with no chaser Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga I figured I'd be considered a killer Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction For gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain [Chorus] - repeat 2X ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) I'm tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo ("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" - 2Pac) [2Pac] They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die, tell me why? Cause the stress gettin major A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep I'm real they can not see And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me There's so much pain [Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ variations Ooooohhhhh, pain

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore