IRC-Galleria

[Ludacris]
Now little Lisa's only 9 years old
She's tryna figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and ain't never met her family
Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listen
Mama's on drugs gettin' high up in the kitchen
Bringin' home men at different hours of the night
Startin' with some laughs... usually ending in a fight
Sneakin' in her room when her mama's knocked out
Tryna have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa's stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that the place is supposudley hell
Nothin' else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's bout to run away and never come back

[Mary J Blige]
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love

[Ludacris]
Little Nicole is only 10 years old
She's steady tryna figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she's makin' up excuses
Bleeding on the inside crying on the out
It's only one girl who really knows what she's about
Her name is little Stacey and they become friends
Promise that they'll always be tight till the end
Until one day little Stacey gets shot
A drive-by bullet went straight up on her block
Now Nicole's stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's bout to run away and never come back

[Mary J Blige]
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love

[Ludacris]
Little Ericka is 11 years old
She's steady tryna figure why the world is so cold
So she pops X to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection he's using no glove
Never thinkin' bout the conceqences of her actions
Livin' for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama would blow it all out of proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Ericka's stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's bout to run away and never come back

[Mary J Blige]
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Running(x3)
Runaway Love, Runaway love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
I know how you feel, I've been there
Runaway, runaway love
Don't keep running away
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you
If you want me to
Na Ahhhhhh
[Ludacris]
Yeah, I can only imagine what you're going through, ladies
Sometimes I feel like running away myself
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes
And picture us running away together
When we come back everything is gonna be OK

Open your eyes.

(feat. Eminem)

[Eminem {Stat Quo} :]
Oh! (Oh!)
Stat Quo! (Stat Quo...)
Here we go! (Here we go...)
Come on! (Come on...)
You ready?
Let's do it, man... {Uh, uh, uh uh uhh...}
Shady Aftermath...
{Yeah!} We keep that thang, man... (By my side!)
[Stat Quo:]
When you do something to somebody, girl... (By my side!)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next to you, (By my side!)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me, (By my side!)
Hey, hey, hey, (The reason everywhere you go, ladies) (By my side!)
(Okay) So being that that's the case, (By my side!)
I'll tell you bout, (By my side!)
That bitch, tell you 'bout my side... (By my side!)

[Verse 1:]
The way I growed up, shown up, chips on my shoulder,
Knew about that caller when I was in a stroller,
Became a holder, choppin' 'em boulders, gettin' older,
Wantin' to roll, but duckin' 'em rollers, meetin' quarters,
Shorty bi-polar, load up like cock (?), I tried to told ya',
One move and I'm on the reshin (?) and I'm flexin' and it's over,
You on that doja, G.I. Joe shit but you ain't a soldier,
Chop her, afford her, you not Cobra, commader, you poser,
I'm the composer, writer of murder, the odor (?),
Leakin' outta your body temperature is gettin' colder,
But you sweatin', and dizzy like a person who ain't sober,
Realisin' your life is coming quickly to a closure,
Losin' composure, outta breath like you underwater,
Twenty seconds in the game, and this the fourth quarter,
Prime Time, Dateline, all the best exposure,
Now you still on the news and everybody knows ya,
Yeah... (Get!) (By my side!)

[Chorus:]
To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's (By my side!)
To all them ni**as tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they don't forget me, it's (By my side!)
Che-chik, che-chik, che-yeah... (By my side!)

[Verse 2:]
Go on then boi, get yo' vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun,
Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun,
Call me ignorant and young, psycho sicko ni**a,
They know that, I just fuck and be gone, probably crazy, halfway dumb,
Don't stop, even when I lock on, believe every word out my lung,
I'm losin' it, snappin' her, this ain't just no rappin, uh!
Back, all the way back, when you see that strap, cuz it go da-da-da-dah!
Are you ready to die, tell me why you choose to tell me in my,
Face, 'fore you already dry up at that fire, (?) look in my eye,
Have your spirit below me or floatin' in the fuckin' sky,
All black is my attire, lookin' like an umpire,
Toss you in the trash, like a bullshit album fly,
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah-ye-yeah... (By my side!)

[Chorus:]
To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's (By my side!)
To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they don't forget me, it's (By my side!)
Che-chik, che-chik, che-yeah... (By my side!)

[Verse 3:]
The murder capital Momeham (?) yes, it's thriller,
Put fo' in yo' head, have you floatin' off in a river,
It's cold, you shook, we crooks, your body'll quiver,
These rappers so tough, but really they softer than pillows,
Or chinchilla a twanky fella, horn a verilla (?),
They turn us serial assassins for some scrilla,
Not me, cuz he, I mean him, yes this nigga,
Stays true to what I do, cuz I keeps it triller,
Be real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger?
It's serious business shorty, nothin' that's more iller,
No discrimination, you can be chocolate or vanilla,
Can't find yourself in the presence of a fuckin' killer,
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah.... (By my side!)

[Chorus:]
To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's (By my side!)
To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (By my side!)
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (By my side!)
I'm making sure they don't forget me, it's (By my side!)
Che-chik, che-chik, che-yeah... (By my side!)
(By my side!)
(By my side!)
[Gunshot]
[Eminem:]
It's The Re-Up!

ei voi olla unohtamat mitä sille tehtii vaikka siitä nyt onki jo aikaa mut silti :(

Mitä lukee ensimmäisessä tekstiviestissäsi?
2. Kenen sängyssä nukuit viime yön? omass. :D
3. Minkä värinen paita sulla on päällä nyt? valkone
4. Lempi elokuva? 8 Mile
5. Sano yksi asia jota teet joka päivä? kelaan asioit
6. Minkä väriset ovat huoneesi seinät? vihreet
7. Paljonko sulla on rahaa tällä hetkellä? mist vitust mä sen tiedän
8. Lempi urheilulaji? säbä. koris fudis
9. En jaksa odottaa että...? et pääsen pois täält miss oon nyt :(
10. Millon viimeksi näit äitiäsi? onha tost aikaa :(
11. Kuka sai sinut rekisteröitymään galleriaan? mä ite
12. Mitä söit eilen illalla?pizzaa
13. KEnet näit viimeksi? vaikka ketä
14. Minkä vaatteen lainasit viimeksi joltain? en oo keltä lainanu enkä tuu lainaa
15. Millä sivulla datailet useimmiten?gallerias
16. Onko sulla kasveja huoneessas? ei
17. Sattuuko sua mihinkään tällä hetkellä? polvee
18. Milloin viimeksi liikuit taksilla?onha tost aikaa
19. Milloin viimeksi olit tosi järkyttynyt? vittu en muista
20. Haittaisiko sinua jos ystäväsi rupeaisi seurustelemaan ex-tyttö/poikaystäväsi kanssa ? vittu iha sama
VIIMEISIN

21. Henkilö jonka näit?systerin ja jotai muit
23. Henkilö jota halasit? en oo nyt halanu ketää
24. Henkilö jonka kanssa tekstailit? en muista
25. Kappale jonka kuuntelit? xzibit-thank you

TÄNÄÄN

26. Mitä teet nyt? en mä tiiä
27. Mitä teet myöhemmin?katon varmaa töllöö.
28. Mitä olet tehnyt tänään? ollu kouluss :( vittujen vittu
29. Mitä sulla on päällä? lökärit ja t-paita


HUOMENNA

31. Millainen päivä huomenna? kouluu :(
33. Tavoite? vitustako mä tiiä mitä mull o tavoteena
34. Mistä et pidä huomisessa? en mistää
35. Onko sulla töitä? no ei oo

meitsin polvi menny taas pahempaa suuntaa :( ei saatana ku sattuu :( pääsis ees leikauksee ni ois hyvä

joo mä luulin et tää vuos alkas paremi mut eipä näin oo käyny viell tai ois voinu luula et ois alkanu paremi mut joo iha sama

*DJ samples*]
"Hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip--hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "hip hop"

[Hook]
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ

If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ

[sample]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead

[Verse 1]
Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
Rich ass niggaz is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennesy and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went Def
So nigga, who's your top ten?
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?

[Hook]
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ

If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
[sample]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead

[Verse 2]
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]











The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is that?
Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I they like me--in my white tee
You can't ice me, we here for life B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together
All together now

[Hook]
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ

If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ

[sample]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead

{*crowd chanting "Hip hop!" becomes beat*}

[Verse 3]
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business
If it got where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my shoulder
It's about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut

"My Toy Soldier"

[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it's on, then it's on
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more
You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

This is so close, now follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'
They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me,
Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
Hold me down

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That uz I pop, them hollow's so hot, yo ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organize discipline, plus we militant

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]

I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat
My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man

[chorus]

Changes"

[1]
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]

[2]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

[Bridge]

[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

[3]
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some punk that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

[Bridge 'til fade]

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