eminem (LIKE Toy Soldiers)

eminem (LIKE Toy Soldiers)
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Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down...

{Refrain:}
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
Now Ja said "I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it"
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit be way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' (?)
Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While he's all over t.v. down talkin' a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it i understand this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz

{au Refrain}

There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
Well fuck it, that mutherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc.
And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have run ya nav and who sulked us up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered
There ain't words that I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love ya'll too much to see the virdict
I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man
If ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws with the knockin'
Cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz

{au Refrain}
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# Posté le mardi 08 février 2005 08:29

Modifié le mercredi 09 février 2005 09:46

jay-z et linkin park (numb/encore)

jay-z et linkin park (numb/encore)
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Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need you'll to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin' for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Get them Jay

Who you know fresher than hov'? riddle me that
The rest of you'll know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's grateful dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you young, what the fuck you expect? yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
Just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need you'll to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin' for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need you'll to roar
One last time I need you'll to roar

# Posté le mardi 08 février 2005 08:23

Modifié le mercredi 09 février 2005 09:47

S-N-O-O-P-----D-O-G- (GROUPIE LOVE)

S-N-O-O-P-----D-O-G- (GROUPIE LOVE)
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Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg, Warren G, Charlie Wilson

Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson, Nate Dogg

She was just a groupie (She just a groupie)
She was just a groupie
She was just a groupie (All she wanted was Snoopy)
She was just a groupie (Just a groupie)
She was just a groupie
She was just a groupie (All she wanted just was Snoopy)
She was just a groupie (Yeah just a groupie)
She was just a groupie

Verse 1: Tha Dogg Pound (Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt)

Beeyatch! (Beeyatch!)
I come thru with the humps, I thump tha shit out'cha block
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cop
Spot us some hos, tooted my horn at the bitch
??? ever skaty, my team ya's the shit
Fifteen's humpin, dropped the top, she moaned
countin my dough, purchased a 50 of some bomb indo floss
In South Central I'm on my way to the East Side
We high, blazin like crazy, we don't know why
feelin good as fuck on a hot ass day
and it's a pujam right around the way
Niggas got hos but ladies in the world
they wanna play wit their minds like little girls
I twirled my fingers in the air
rubbed my fingers thru my hair
Red bones to black bones
dark bows to red bows
Skinny girls come a dime-a-dozen
but I play hos like plenty-leany cos I get greedy
It's all about game cos when the game
is hard to maintain for so long, man
From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma
Tonight *?warnin the award is?* from Mississippi, I know ya
hold the key to unlock the door
From long clothes she rolls with gold thangs we ridin for sure
So tell me how much money can one playa make? (make)
and how much o' ya ass can one nigga break?
You're just a gigolo (you know)
To the heart you're just gigolo (you know)

I was off in Vallejo
pullin hos like Idaho potatoes
What am I to do when life as a G
bein from where I be, DPG
It's manifico
ran into this pretty ass skirt, Mexican-Puerto Rico
mixed with a sprinkle of black
So I'ma approach her like dat
and let her know where I ride and reside at
My zone the place that I call home
is the Wall from Philadelphia, the room
Picture me ay
entrepenuer with my nigga D-A
Rockin tours and we still young boys
They got bitches, they got some bomb ass niggas
She used ta put em on his bomb ass dick
She always talked some bomb ass shit
She used to blow some bomb ass dick

Chorus

Bridge: Nate Dogg

That's right
Someone's at my door, baby who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? Ya wanna go a couple rounds with me
I told her Nate Dogg is just the same but she kept screamin out Snoopy

Verse 2: Warren G, Snoop Dogg

What's up baby, my name is Warren
I'm down with the Pound
cos I get around
So let me scoop you, swoop you and take you
Gimme a chance and I'ma break you
down to the very last compound
with my homies from Tha Dogg Pound

Now you know and I know
Rule number one, you can't trust no ho
Now you can get caught up in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip away and get away with all your cash
You got to stay upon your toes when it come to hos
I bust a brand new ho in every video
That's on the Pound and the Row when the wind blow
I pass a ho to my kinfolk
and then smoke
She say she was no groupie, coochie lookin juicy
She say she never ate a dick before but she gon' do me
Right before she do me, I blaze up a lupi
then turn on some Snoopy and, uhh, heat up jacuzzi
and later on I might just turn on a movie
so you can regroupie and redo me just for Snoopy

Chorus to fade

Outro: Warren G

There's roaches and shit in this motherfucker in here
I forgot about this

# Posté le mardi 08 février 2005 08:11

Modifié le mercredi 09 février 2005 15:55

TAMIA ET FABOLOUS (INTO YOU)

TAMIA ET FABOLOUS (INTO YOU)
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Into You

Babygirl (I'll really like)
Desert Storm (yeah)

I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, imma do whatever just to keep a grin on u now
Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I aint concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a king to you now
And I aint jealous, it's the principle now
I'm so into you

{Refrain:}
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

Come on ma
It's more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My billa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in

I can't really explain it
My friends be thinking I'm slipping
These girls be thinking I'm tripping
What kinda weed u be smoking
What typa drinks u be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crimping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don't worry about maxing when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How'd u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends

{au Refrain}

I don't wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda's impress you
Even though I was so unsuccessful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
That's why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, yeah

{au Refrain, x2}

Ohh, no no no no nooooo
Ooh no no
So many
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# Posté le mardi 08 février 2005 08:09

Modifié le mercredi 09 février 2005 07:11

I A M & FONKY FAMILY (BAD BOYS DE MARSEILLE°

I A M &   FONKY  FAMILY (BAD BOYS DE MARSEILLE°
{Refrain:}
Tempérament fatigué, on est né sous le soleil
Tu reconnais bien là le style des bad boys
Chaque jour que Dieu fait, à 3 heures, j'ai encore sommeil
Tu reconnais bien là le style des bad boys
Au lever, poste à fondu, bon son dans les oreilles
Tu reconnais bien là le style des bad boys
Et le soir, tard, les renards se ruent sur l'oseille
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Tu reconnais bien là le style des bad boys de Marseille

Canaille, un mauvais garçon
Canaille, un mauvais garçon
Canaille, un mauvais garçon

La vie est courte
Les délices du bonheur substantiel
La mort frappe l'oiseau
Assassiné en plein ciel
Le sol collabore
A emporté des fois les corps
Le bad boy sort
Quand le porc au nord s'endort encore
Mourir trente ans
Passer du bon temps
L'angoisse qu'un enfant fait du flaire
Un type arrogant
Assuré de voir un autre jour sous les coups
Je peux quand même apprécier
Un coucher de soleil comme vous
Rester lucide
Si les soucis trouble ma raison
Quand des tour de béton
S'érigent à l'horizon
Mais vraiment c'est drôle
Ma philosophie
Est-elle un saule
S'élève vers les yeux
Pour replonger plus tard vers le sol
Vision de cauchemar, noir
Désert du savoir, voir
L'ange déchu ma mise sur le purgatoire
Croire en soi
Rien de nouveau sous le soleil
Tu reconnais bien là le style des bad boys

{au Refrain}

On a dit de Marseille qu'elle était la ville initiale
On ne vit qu'une fois
Faut prendre du bon temps, oui, autant
Profiter des instants les plus plaisants
Le monde est ainsi truffé de subtilités
Trésors cachés de gatsés
Suffit de les débusquer
En abuser avec aise et...

Tu veux me faire confiance
J'entre dans la danse
Un sale gosse de plus siège
A la table des hautes instances
Un acro du micro
Qui fera mal ta tête
Prend un aspo
Et laisse faire les pro, m'a dit Marseille

Maintenant tu sais que dans ma ville
Des mecs déchirent
Multiplier notre empire
Graver notre musique
Dans tes souvenirs
Faire le mal car
Dorénavant la famille sort du côté obscur, sur
De t'avoir à l'usure, gazier

{au Refrain}

Chaud comme Marseille
Dans ma vie, y a rien
Pourtant elle est grande
Des 90s sous contrebande
Façon Luciano
Dans la légende
L'indompté entre
Armes blanches, branché
Laisse des traces aux intrus yo, le Rat
Fracasse les instras sur instru

Dans la rue les combattants
Serre les rangs
Fiers, même sans un franc
Oublie la frime, comprend
J'envoie mes rimes comme des cinq francs
Grand ou petit noyé dans la masse
Les rapaces manque d'espace
Se tirent dans les pattes
Fait place au bagarreur du mic

Ici c'est Mars, surface rouge
La population panique
Histoire, tragique
Atmosphère tendue, volcanique
Linge pendu, murs salis
Boss, trafic
Tape au c½ur de la zique automatique
De ma click
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# Posté le mardi 08 février 2005 07:58

Modifié le mercredi 09 février 2005 07:23