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Asculta Ratustele mele (Cream)


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Close Your Eyes (Pink Cream 69)

Don't believe
All that you dream is just illusion
Don't believe
You look for things not made for you
You'll win in everything
But don't live in confusion
Some days will come alive
And dreams will turn to truth

Someone will be longing you baby
Someone's gonna come
Someone will be holding you baby
Keep your way, only keep confiding
The you'll be finding

Close your eyes
Let your dreams go flying
Close your eyes
Keeps your mind off crying
Close your eyes
When the day seems hazy
Close your eyes
If it drives you crazy

Someone will be longing you baby
Someone's gonna come
Someone will be holding you baby
Keep your way, only keep confiding
The you'll be finding

Close your eyes
Let your dreams go flying
Close your eyes
Keeps your mind off crying
Close your eyes
When the day seems hazy
Close your eyes
If it drives you crazy

i got that (youngster clique)

//..Chorus..// [ Gizz Y.H ] i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2 verse 1 [ Young Aux ] ( young aux ...) G shock no rollee/ its just me and my homies/ hella bands hella bands/ we pop tags with hella bands/ t-shirt printed Y.C might get sponserd by nike/now these niggers tryna steal my swag like a thief in the night/ all white teeth no fake jewls im too clean/ tatoo on her back says Aux bout that cream/ i might pull up in a light h0use/ pop a niggers lights out/for all that hating/ can't count the money im making/ oh god it feels like i made it/ have you ever felt the feeling of couting up on a million/ chillin with bitches we sippin/ purple cush in that cabin/if you cant aford me i aint performing/ swag is when i wake up while your bitch is snoring/ im a self made cheese boy straight brewd from mzansi/ tell that aint swag enough jelouse phantsi/ //..chorus..// [Gizz Y.H] i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2 verse 2 [ Raw Deal ] (yeah,nah man,Youngster Clique,Raw Deal...) Im Raw Deal/ OG/ oh shiit im back again/ flawsin up,yellow shit/yellow vans thats killer swag/ dressing like a pilot/ my swag fly as heaven/ yourll baby kites oh god/ my bitch fly oh my/ no beef niggers im sorry/ my white girl is foriegn/ you fake niggers is hating/im smelling like a G/ these hoes on my dick/ im tryna get that paper/ im flawsin like a bitch/ step back bitch stop hating/ im gone see my baby/ you broke**dont have them/ mother **er its Raw Deal/ hating niggers go to hell/ //..chorus..// verse 3 [ Gizz Y.H ] (less yada yada,and more swaging for youngster clique you dig,its Gizz Youngster Halla...) im on my black berry swag/ i dont have to brag/ stacking stacks on em stacks/ im talking cash ** the cheques/ money to the bank only promos in the bag/ and buddy thinks his fly cause he little bit famouse/ im canserouse/ rediculouse/ perfections of the genesis/ somebody should have told ya/ my swag might extort ya/ ill scriptures speak for themselves broucher/ mommy scooping out in the stars in a blink you lost her/ im on my fly ish/ i buy ish/ street attitude im bout it/ flyer then a muh/ keep my business on the low like a sports car/ nah uh uh/ i dont even have to talk about it/ cause im bout it ya dig/ //..Chorus..// i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2

Where The Eagle Learns To Fly (Pink Cream 69)

Somebody's out there in the cold
Freezin' and stravin' I've been told
Breathin' the air we are breathin'
Somebody's out there in the heat
Breathin' the air we are breathin'

Oh Lord, would you please have a heart
Love is just so far away

Take your child to a place where no one cries
To the place where the eagle learns to fly
Only there we will find everlasting peace of mind
In the place where the eagle learns to fly

Somebody's stricken by disease
Hopeless and playin' on his knees
Breathin' the air we are breathin'
Somebody just like you and me
And now he's gone, so who was he
Breathin' the air we were breathin'

Oh Lord, would you please have a heart
Love is just so far away

Take your child to a place where no one cries
To the place where the eagle learns to fly
Only there we will find everlasting peace of mind
In the place where the eagle learns to fly

Oh Lord, would you please have a heart
Love is so far away
So far away

Take your child to a place where no one cries
To the place where the eagle learns to fly
Only there we will find everlasting peace of mind
In the place where the eagle learns to fly

Hit The Bottom Raw (Pink Cream 69)

Who stands?
Who creeps?
Live and grow strong
All a heart beats for
Who bleeds?

For this makes your body
This makes your soul
You better hit the bottom row

Go hit the bottom row
Go hit the bottom row

Who has?
Who needs?
Dependency stays
Magesty feeds upon
Who eats on?

This makes your body
This makes your soul
This makes the money
This make the show
You better hit to grow

Go hit the bottom row
Go hit the bottom row

Bullets (Bob Schneider)

I gotta freak I gotta flow
I gotta throw my**overboard don't you know
The tip I'm on yeah it's the bomb
Did I ever tell you that you look a lot like my mom
Yeah and your smart I can tell you pull me apart as well
And then you put me back together hey hey don't break my heart and sell it for
Ice cream and fudge give me a nudge
Yeah is it live or is it dope honey I'm not the kind to judge

If you got the bullets I got the time
You bring the bullets I'll bring the wine
You bring your bullets I'll bring my bat
I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

Now money honey's your only friend
You know your friends may take a walk but money'll be there till the end
You're in a spin it ain't no sin
To drink some gin and have yourself some fun oh every now and again
Oh man I'm bleeding so I'm going to bed bro
Because the mad hatter's crazy and having a party in my head and though
I don't mind big baby 'm getting sleepy
And baby that look that you've been giving me is getting kinda creepy

If you got the bullets I got the time
You bring the bullets I'll bring the wine
You bring your bullets I'll bring my bat
Let's get the hell out of town before they find out where we're at
I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

And I gotta pig p it wears a wig see
It tells me every single morning boy you're going to be big b
It's kinda cutie it plays the flute g
And yeah a flute playing wig wearing pig's a ** hootie
I ain't no blowfish I'm light as air so
I've got a million dollar smile and I take it everywhere I go
But you know I keep it hidden deep inside my big ole head
And I only take it out at night when I'm alone in bed

Such A Scream (Tom Waits)

Well pale face said
To the eyeball kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam
A halo, wings, horns, and a tail
Shovelling coal inside my dreams
There are no laws
She's made of cream
She's such a scream

Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement
A Donnie gal from mortal clay
The plow is red
The well is full,
Inside the dollhouse of her skull
A cheetah coat fills up with steam
She's such a scream

All crooked lines
Her fireplace
A milktrain so clean
Machine gun haste
You'll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state
Her lips are red
She is the queen
She's such a scream...

Tom Waits: Vocal, Guitar, Percussion
Brain: Drums
Ralph Carney: Alto & Tenor Sax

Alphabetic Soup (Masta Ace)

Womans Voice:

Lets sing and learn about the letters of the alphabet

Masta Ace:

A son, how you B?
"Aiyo I'm chillin"
and I C you D to go out, and make a killin', but where E?
"F that nigga he making G's on tour with H-Town doing shows overseas"
yeah I heard he DJ'd but stop hatin' OK? (I ain't hatin')
Smoke your L and chill the ** out, I found a way to get paid
you know how I M, we gonna be N
cuz my cousin Tyriq said, to meet him about ten
"Now that's that shit that I'm talking about
so yo let me just take this leak and then we out"
O now you gotta P, well hurry up it's quarter to
and I just got this beep from son, and that's the Q
R you ready? Hurry, I'll be in the S-10, Blazer
out front, he blowing up my pager
"Aiyo I hope this nigga's about getting cash
cuz mom's is about to evict my broke ass"
Chill, my cousin's like the 2001 Mr. T
rock mad ice and platinum, watch you gonna see
He pushin a 600, with color TV in the visor
and got more gadgets, than McGuiver (ooh)
we gonna make dough on the W ain't seen
in your lifetime or my lifetime yo mad cream
oh shit, you seen that car that drove by? (yeah)
well that was his X-hoe Lisa, and that was Y
he told us to drive through the hood and if we caught her
take back that 300-Z that he just bought her...so what's up
"Nigga I don't give a **, whatever we gotta do
we can take the bitch car, the money and jewels too
make this u-turn, we'll catch her at the light
and get right, off of this quick jooks tonight
I don't give a **"

Outside My Life (Concentration Camp)




[Talking (deep voice]
Welcome to the concentration camp
Maxminelli (voices in the background) J von
C loc Young Bleed Leetyme
[Maxminelli]
Na na i can lay low for a G lay low for a meal
My mind is at my control if I say so then he will
I got some thangs in mind the situation at hand
I'm a sick man down with the program
I'm anybody understand my plan then they can feel what i felt
We mad at the world, ** being anythang else
We bringing paper to the table, we taking joyful in stride
It ain't as easy to survive as it is to die right
Ebony queen on my side when I'm shining
Niggas looking at me like I don't belong where I'm residing
He who beholds the tightest game shall prevail
Through hard times and saphire dreams aiming to fail
Stale as dirty down to your last pants and shirt
How the ** life feeling neglected and hurt
Though we know not what we do, we still do what it takes
Until the truth is revealed, these fake niggas seem real
Still sealing they faith, and making injured reserved
Something that they expereinced, no longer something they heard of
But you'll hear about it quick
Cause everybody talk shit
Loud fo' publication
Maintaining reputation
(Chorus 1)
Outside my life in rhyme, outside the world
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure
-echo-)
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left
Now what the ** we gone do with ourself
(Chorus 2)
On the outside my life in rhyme, outside the world
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure
-echo-)
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left
Now what the ** we gone do with ourself (Uh Huh)
[Young Bleed]
I suggest you focus on tomorrow, with a third eye view
See the game for what it is, then its all on you
I stand true for what I do for life and love and legacy
Tryin the life I live, never like my destiny
I'm tryin to be forever free
Some niggas will never be
Steadily stackin up confedi, playin with weapons
Runnin through the ghetto ask no questios tell no lies, ain't no
alabis huggin
highs
And the devil in disguise
We visualize the same dream with cream
Through the sick team
Shinin like diamonds comin down in southern clean (hittin side ways)
Slowly watchin the world go 'round
Ain't a thang popa on the low down
Prepared for the showdown
The future holds nothing else left but confrontation
And conversation runnin nation
Over music and melodies mashin out in the glass hoe
Bailin with felons, ready to blast though
Nigga, ha ha see it through my eyes, try to feel my fury and flame
Just for playin ghetto games
And life goes on and on
Flipin till the break of dawn
Hustlin, tryin to get it before its gone
(Chrous 1)
[C-loc]
Wait a minute, all my in-laws gated
The way I hold my composure in suicidal situations is scary
Legendary, like the lone ranger, with a fist full of dollars
Malitious intent
You heaven sent
So follow me to a world where thugs no longer die young
But yet make millions sellin street game to avoid number one
This shit ain't funny no more, bitches done gave the game up
It ain't quick money no more, the feds done **ed my name up
Throwin up, frome the hennesy and fat sacks of weed
Tryin to regain my sanity, **in with bleed
Greed, invy, and lust are common ghetto problems but
In gats i trust so playa I'm to solve quick
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)

Family Crisis (Harlem World)




[Featuring Mase]
[Mase]
Huddy Combs bring it home we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone we don't stop
Loon crime fam' we don't stop
Meeno NRB we don't stop
To my man Blinky Blink we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase she don't stop
Killer Cam' Cardan they the fam'
One two we don't stop
I know you thinkin' how many nigga's he got?
Or what how many nigga's is hot?
[Cardan]
Yo yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex'
So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what?
[Meeno]
Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb
[Huddy] Yo, Meeno
[Meeno] Yo, Hud
[Huddy] On the low, here's the verdict
A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin'
[Meeno]
Shit, I recognize that whip
Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? Look in his eyes
He's a bitch
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was suckin' and **in'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin (black)
Mase pulled his truck in (black)
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh
Look out the window be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
[Cardan]
Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela
But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her
[Blinky]
But yo, I know her friend Charise
She mad bad from Baghdad
Carry lotta money in Glad bag
She doin' runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was slick
But found out she was really dumb
She really from Philly's hunt of be more
'Bout to blow her spot like C-4
Never see me poor
So why this bitch **in' wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw
[Stase]
For days you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the hoes you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the Major Degan
Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you been through
You ** a friend, she don't hold it against you
[Mase]
Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, ** nigga
What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
What chu got? What?
Harlem World we don't stop
Mother **er, put your deal on it
Mother **er, put a mil' on it
Put yo' **in' ice grill on it
Put a mother **in' mil' on it
Niggas can't ** wit' my clique
Who wanna put the money up?
I hear alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put they deal on it?
I hear alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put a mil on it?
Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, back the Benz up
Get from 'round me, nigga

Sickess (Concentration Camp)




*(J Von)*
Now if ya all in wit me
*(C Loc)*
Come an get me wit some hin
*(J Von)*
An a fifty an it stick it in
*(C Loc)*
Let this begin
*(J Von)*
Like 10 to the 9
*(C Loc)*
To the 5 4 3
*(J Von)*
They ain't knowin what this camp life means to meee!
Verse 1 *(Maxminelli)*
I'm still a hustla
an we know this
then you need to quote this on the front page
true that
never two
on paper view,
wit the blunt blazed,
last time you heard us rhyme,
we came out tacklin po-po's,
now we surely stackin chips,
but we ain't packagin no doe,
see the ho-bos an fiends,
they can't get down wit the team,
oh yeah we bout cream,
but the colors, mostly green,
so brace yourself,
I'm a take yo wealth,
an leave you traumatized,
bonified hustla,
from out the backwoods of the country side.
Verse 2 *(J-Von)*
So southside hustlaz throw yo hands in the air,
eastside, westside, northside dont care,
over there, over here,
(what?)
same thing everywhere you go,
it's real,
once they waited fo the,
bustaz that hear me know we,
even them guns,
an they ready to throw it,
I hope I see a nice night for bein this ghetto poet,
ya know it,
so it's like me,
I'm a play the game rough,
an like to tear sumpthin up,
sick shit nigga what?!
Chorus *(J-Von)*
Man ** y'all niggaz,
man ** y'all bitches,
we got the money an switches,
but ya can't get wit us,
cuz we the Sickess.
Man ** y'all niggaz,
man ** y'all bitches,
always runnin to get us,
but ya can't get wit us,
cuz we the Sickess.
Verse 3 *(C-Loc)*
Nigga I can say,
** 'em,
cuz they bustaz,
causin ruckus,
cuz they know they can't touch us,
got 'em hollerin "How ya do that there!",
when I bust 'em, can't trust 'em
struggle ** that,
hustle, slang crack,
the rhyme saw,
niggaz bust an get back,
I bust back,
no hidin, duckin hataz,
hollerin "** 'em niggaz",
ain't nuttin,
now he rich an think a nigga can't touch him,
so now they bustin,
an me an my cuz OG,
an now these fools know they know me,
last time I spanked that**they called the police,
ya gotta,
know when to hold on, (say what?)
know when to fold on, (uh-huh)
you better walk away, (boo-yow!)
before I make ya run,
son,
it's unheard,
the way we went from slangin birds,
an droppin bodies on the curb,
to sellin words,
platinum,
that's how it happened,
it's wicked when I kick it,
wicked,
if it ain't broke don't fix it,
clown,
cuz we the Sickess MUTHA **A!
Chorus
Verse 4 *(Young Bleed)*
Watch me spit the Sickess,
shit,
you ever heard,
an make a million niggaz witness,
this,
fresh off the curb,
hollerin at ya in ya ears like this,
** what ya heard,
face to face wit confrontation my niggaz,
ballz an my word,
now if ya ready let me know this real,
I'm hoppin out the vehil,
caddy fools bustin ta kill,
some is steady buggin fo nuthin,
lovin my life, keepin my head tight,
bailin the corner on two wheels,
mashin through red lights.
Verse 5 *(C-Loc)*
Where yo hood at, (what?)
throw it up,
the club,
yeah we tore it up,
soon as this clown get to buckin,
we gonna rush him,
must stop playin wit me,
if ya in wit me,
you'd a known,
I get spaced out,
they mace the place out,
then I'm gone,
in the Expo,
til the next show,
you never know,
what we got in stoe,
til the cap,
hit the doe,
hollerin if ya got the paper straight then the show must go on,
but when niggaz get to breakin shit,
it's time to go home.
(Ya heard me?)
Chorus


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