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The Game - Dreams Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I woke up out dat coma, 200 and 1
Bout the same time Dre dropped 200 and 1
Three years the album is done
Aftermath presents: ***** Witta Attitude Volume 1
Rap critics politicin
Wanna know the outcome!
Ready to die,Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like Pac,after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind the G-Series and All Eyez On Me
I watched the death of a dynasty!
So i told VIBE MAGAZINE
Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!"
I had visions of makin a classic
Then my wall turned black,like i was starin outa Stevie Wonders glasses
Its kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye West
Comin back from a fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin
But,we da future
Whitney Houston told me that ,it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold me back

[HOOK:]

Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aaliyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brough you all my dreeam!"


[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]

[Verse 2]

I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya
When i saw dat ass on a front of that King
Read the article in a magazine
She loved gangsters,loved nasty things
So im the glass house havin' nasty dreams!
Good girls neva' give it up
But anything gets possible ,if 50 fucked Vivica
Heard of lifes obstacles,found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like,Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream about bein' Unsigned Hype
Till i was crushed my Dave Mase,almost let my pen fall asleep on a page
Daydreamin yesterday
Those on offback stage
I tought i saw Eazy talkin to Jam Master Jay
So i walked over heard Jam Master say
Its a hardknock life,then you pass away
They say sleep is the cousin' of death
So my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath

[HOOK:]

Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"

[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]

[Verse 3]

The Dream of Huey Newton, thats what im livin' through
The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what im givin you!
Who walk through the Whithouse without a business suit?
Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagens shoes
Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues
Started of with Whoo Kid then i started blazin Clue
It was all a Dream like BIG sait it be
Dont sleep on me homie i BRING NIGHTMARERS TO REALITY
Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rulez of gravity
Studied all the classic start revisin my strategy
Cuz Marshall Mathers made it
Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went?
How do i say this,im livin for my son but i can't figure,why im at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Cathlic Nun
The War to be a rap legend had just begun'

[HOOK:]

Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So i reached out to Kanye and "you are my dreeam!"

[sample playin "its cuz i love you!"]

[AT THE END GAME TALKIN:]

This song is dedicated to Yutandey Price the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain
During a gang shoutout in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace!





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Jadakiss feat. Antohny Hamilton
Why

[Jadakiss]
Aha
It's dat real
Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in dept
And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set
And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death
Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down
Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime
If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine
Why my niggaz ain't get that cake
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan
That ain't get that break
Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly
Why is rattin' at an all time high
Why are you even alive
Why they kill Tupac n' Chris
Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Crist'
Why them bullets have to hit that door
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw
Why he kiss that whore
Why

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
All that I been givin'
Is this thing that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why
Why they do me like that

[Jadakiss]
Why would niggaz push pounds and powder
Why did bush knock down the towers
Why you around them cowards
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight <----------------
Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari
Why he take that bike
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail
Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail
Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time
And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes
Why a nigga always want what he can't have
Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag
Why did crack have to hit so hard
Even though it's almost over
Why niggaz can't get no jobs
Why they come up wit the witness protection
Why they let the terminator win the election
Come on, pay attention
Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets
Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least
Why

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
All that I been givin'
Is this thing that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why
Why they do me like that


[Jadakiss]
Uh, yea, yo
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it
Why they didn't make the CL6 wit a clutch
And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch
Why rap, cause I need air time
Why be on the curb wit a "why lie I need a bare" sign
Why all the young niggaz is dyin'
Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit iron
Why they ain't give us a cure for aids
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days
Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk
Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York
Why you forcin' you to be hard
Why ain't you a thug by choice
Why the whole world love my voice
Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties
Cause I got all my old ones
That's why

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
All that I been givin'
Is this thing that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why
Why they do me like that

[Dieser Beitrag wurde am 27.02.2005 - 18:52 von Lena aktualisiert]





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Foxy Brown - Big Bad Mama



[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters
My boo
[Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy
[Fox] Right
[Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na
[Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit

Verse One: Foxy Brown

Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies to begin, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in a, off white pearl sticks
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on

Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations)

She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)

Verse Two: Foxy Brown

Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, got to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot draft
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on

Chorus

Verse Three: Foxy Brown

Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Perotta over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on

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Kanye West feat. Jay-Z, J-Ivy - Never Let Me Down

[Intro:]
Yeah Grandmama
Told you i won't let you down
Told you i won't let this rap game change me, right?

[Chorus:]
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing i found,one thing i found
Oh no you'll neva let me down,
Get up i get(down)
Get up i get(down)
Get up i get(down)
Get up i get(down)
Get up i get(down)
Get up i get(down)

[Jay-Z:]
Yo, yo first i snatched the street then i snatched the charts,
First had they ear now i hav they're heart,
Rappers came and went,
I've been hear from the start,
Seen them put it together
Watch them take it apart,
See the Rovers roll up wit ribbons
I've seen them re-poed, re-sold and re-driven
So when i reload, he holds #1 position
When u hot i'm hot
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzelin
It's plain to see
Nigga's can't f*** wit me
Cuz ima be that nigga fo life
This is not an image
This is God given
This is hard liven
Mixed wit crystall sippin
It's the most consistent
Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggaz visitin
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordan of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy

[Chorus]

[Kanye West:]
I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit that seat where white folks aint wanna us to eat
At the tender age of 6 she was arrested for the sit in
With that in my blood i was born to be different
Now niggas can't make it to ballots to choose leadership
But we can make it to Jacob and to the dealership
That's why I hear new music
And i jus dont be feelin it
Racism still alive they jus be consealin it
But i know they don't want me in the damn club
They even made me show I.D to get inside of Sam's club
I did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptised at least 3 or 4 times
But in the land where nigga's praise
Yukons and getting paid
It gon take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves
Notin sadder than that day my girl father past away
So i promised to MR.rany i'm gonna marry your daughter
And u know i gotta thank u for they way that she was brought up
And i know that u were smiling when u see that car i bought her
And u sent tears from heaven when u seen my car get balled up
But i can't complaint what the accident did to my left eye
Cuz look what a accident did to left eye
First Aaliyah and now romeo must die
I know a got angels watchin me from the other side

[Chorus x2]

[J.Ivy:]
We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this
That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental
Vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
But that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte
I'm tryina give us "us free" like Cinque
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you, my many inspirations
When I say I can't, let you or self down
If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And you slipped down the side and clinched on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z (Kanye West)]
Who else you know been hot this long,
(Oh Ya, you know we ain't finished)
Started from nothing but he got this strong,
(The ROC is in the building)
Built the ROC from a pebble, pedalled rock before I met you,
Pedalled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special,
Let you tell that man I'm falling,
Well somebody must've caught him,
Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em,
Number one albums, what I got like four of dem,
More of dem on the way,
The Eight Wonder on the way,
Clear the way, I'm here to stay,
Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that, this and Jay,
Dissin' Jay 'ill get you mased,
When I start spitting them lyrics, niggas get very religious,
Six Hail Maries, please Father forgive us,
Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas,
The way y'all all follow Jigga,
Hov's a living legend and I tell you why,
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov still alive.





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Mase - Lookin' At Me

[puff daddy]
Hey yo mase, you know what I don’t like?
(why you over there lookin’ at me)
I don’t like when, you know, I’m in a club
(why you over there lookin’ at me)
And I’m with my honey
(why you over there lookin’ at me)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden

1 - why you over there lookin’ at me
While my girl standin’ here
Why you over there lookin’ at me
While my girl standin’ here

Repeat 1 while:

Hit you with the ice grill, you know
Hehe, cause you boys ain’t with you
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than
Some of yo niggas
Dig?

[mase]
Now what the hell is you lookin’ for?
Can’t a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can’t my car look better than yours?
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to see me without no drawers
In a stretch lex with about ten doors?
How is murder?
P. diddy name me pretty
Did it for the money, now can you get with me?
People wanna know who is he, he get busy
Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy
Niggas on the block know mase motto
One thing about harlem world, we all got dough
98’ tahoe, tommy and a roscoe
Case I’m every chased by a donny brascoe

Repeat 1

[mase]
Yo, I can’t get mad cuz you look at me
Cuz on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin’ in the rear
Dissin’ every gear, but they better listen here
You cats keepin’ it real, you cats is on yo own
Cuz bein’ broke and alone is something I can’t condone
Plus it won’t be long till they send me the dome
Sit gently, while I’m on the bentley phone
Why you don’t like me?
Cuz I’m mad fly and icy?
And why you can’t satisfy yo wifey
And if it wasn’t for this bad boy exposure
Cd, tv’s, really would I know ya
Now me and blink float in the gold rover
So it’s only right you get the cold shoulder
And if you got a girl, don’t be real committed
Cuz mase will hit it, you got to deal with it

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
We don’t stop

[mase]
We was all at the greek fest, it’s hot and sandy
I rent scooters, I’m with my family
Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy
But get approached by a girl named tammy
Who looked good enough to be miss miami
But say, since some her peeps call her candy
Than she starts to ask about aaliyah and brandy
Tellin’ me how she met puff down at the grammy’s
He ain’t tell you I was the one with no panties?
Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties?
Please, tell me something that I don’t know
Like if we have sex, you don’t want dough
And if it’s not a problem you can meet me at 10
I’ll be in room 112 and bring four friends
And if you gon’ hit me, it gotta be a quickie
And please no hickies, cuz wifey’s with me

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Artist: TLC
Album: Girls Talk 12"
Title: Girls Talk


You see I had this brother who was mad at me
Cuz I told my home girl that he wasn't packin'
Told the truth so I really don't give a damn
That I spilled the beans on his little short stem man (oh)
Some of y'all be foolin' us
Big feet big hands just plain big
The sex ain't worth a damn
We women wanna know these things
If y'all got the bat but not the swang

Bridge:
Put in work
If you don't want the girl to talk
And you don't want your feelings hurt
Put in work
Cause if you don't
That girl's just gon' go spreadin' the word

Chorus:
Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'

Listen y'all need to know this
That we'll straight up go tell your business
So if you're gonna come you better come with it

If you ain't swingin' just put your tongue in it (oh)
Some of y'all be killin me
Thinkin' you got powers like Austin
But you're more like Mini-Me
And when you finally get your blood flowin'
It be lookin' like a pinky with a glove on it

Bridge

Chorus

What up papi
You think you got game?
(Well holla at me)
I know you're feelin' like my sexual tame
Can make ya happy
You'll remember me
Left Eye - TLC
You got to lick it before you stick it
And that's just me
I be killin' 'em with the Gucci fits and kicks
And you be hurtin' my ears with them lines so swift
You get a new approach
You're game's a joke
Co-signin' from the sidelines tryin' to poke
I'm bigger than that
You're small talk face the fact
You wanna rock the boat a little
Well earn your pass

And it's the last call for alcohol
Meet at the bar
Me and my girls doin' it big
We pop stars (yeah)

Chorus

Chorus

Chorus





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Crazy Town - You're The One

So many people in the scene LOOK AT life like a joke
But then I met you just when I was losin' hope
You appeared in a cloud of smoke
You don't look like Aaliyah but your rockin' my boat
So you can take me to a punk rock paradise
Thats about the time I get lost in your eyes
CAUSE I want you, I want what you got
Just the thought of it is makin' me hot
So baby don't stop
I could have you on the bottom and you'd still be on top
Just dirty little kids in a crib full of sex toys
Got the walls padded from the back to the front
So me and babygirl can get as loud as we want
Said I love you so much you dirty little ---
I LIKE it when you smack me and call me a PUNK
And for the first time in my life, I said I feel so alive
My whole life has changed before my very eyes

Love is in the air, you're like the answer to my prayers
All I wanted was a girl that could really take me there
NOW ya do, that ya do, that ya do..
I must of met a million girls but I want you.
Love is in the air, you're like the answer to my prayers
All I wanted was a girl that could really take me there
NOW ya do, that ya do, that ya do..
I must of met a million girls but I want you.

And words can't explain the way I feel inside
You're like my own amusement park and only I can take a ride
And sex is good sometimes we come home at night
Make love, kiss, hug, drink, drug and fight
And even when I'm wrong my girl will fuck me till I'm right.
Kiss me all over, lick me head from toe
Fuck, maybe when we older 'cause I already know
I musta met a million girls but somthin's different bout you
Can't put my finger on one thing, its everything that you do
I used to see you in the club with your friends
And you'd pretend that you weren't lookin' at me
but I was lookin' at you
I know you look at me and see me as a crook with a brew
Just an everyday player, good looks, TATTOOS
Let me explain, theres somethin' different bout you
You judge a book by its cover and you're sure to lose
A musta met a million girls but I want you

Love is in the air, you're like the answer to my prayers
All I wanted was a girl that could really take me there
And that ya do, that ya do, that ya do..
I must of met a million girls but I want you.
Love is in the air, you're like the answer to my prayers
All I wanted was a girl that could really take me there
And that ya do, that ya do, that ya do..
I must of met a million girls but I want you.

Was it a quiz when I met her, some sort of a test
In a blue dress she's eyein me as if I was blessed
Like an aura trapped me, put me under arrest
Then she slapped me, sentenced to life with no contest.
A thug, Bitch, body like heaven I'm talking classy
Twenty men, breakin' their necks she's walkin' past me
WENT TO PASS AT, started to speak, voice was raspy
Heard she was an angel, but sex she liked it nasty
Hit her off late one night, she's lookin' tight
Shorty sippin her drink to get the vibe just right
Ginuwine is in the stereo finessin' the deck
I put my tongue in her mouth, began caressing her neck
My body shiverin' scared to death I wouldn't impress
Her body quiverin' as a put my palm on her chest
This girls a treasure, appreciating all that she get
I'm gettin' pleasure lickin' up the small of her back
Take every measure, I can take all proper precations
Every single preportion more fragile then porcelain
She's forcin' a sexual drug, and I'm addicted
Suddenly I'm feeling bubbly, you got me twisted

Love is in the air, you're like the answer to my prayers
All I wanted was a girl that could really take me there
And that ya do, that ya do, that ya do..
I must of met a million girls but I want you.
Love is in the air, you're like the answer to my prayers
All I wanted was a girl that could really take me there
And that ya do, that ya do, that ya do..
I must of met a million girls but I want you.

You're the one, you're the one fly girl
You're the one, you're the one for me..
I said, you're the one, you're the one fly girl
You're the one, you're the one for me...thats right.

You're the one, you're the one fly girl
Thats right, you're the one for me.
You're the one, you're the one fly girl
Thats right, you're the one for me...thats right




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Eric B. and Rakim - I Know You Got Soul

"It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you..."





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"A true friend stabs you in the front." Oscar Wilde

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NAS - Just A Moment
(feat. Quan)



[Verse 1: Quan]
Can we please have a moment of silence?
That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em
Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
Or just for poor righteous teachin'

[Chorus: Quan sings]
As day comes and night falls
For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home
[Repeat]

[Verse 2: Nas]
Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients all through the world, got little Black girls dyin'
And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz
Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take a moment

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Quan]
And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah and Aaliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we hope to see ya

Can we please have a moment for chil?dren
Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system
Who never knew their father, never learned to dream
But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends
For single mothers that's forced to play mom and dad
Bustin' her ass to give her kids shit she never had
For my niggaz in the pen hopin' rhymes'll get 'em signed
So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime
For every mother that held a son in the street bleedin'
Cryin' a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin'
Just a moment outside the day to day struggle
To let the ones we really care about know that we love 'em

[Chorus]





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...miss u much Michael!

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