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Tha Come Up (feat. Sunshine Anderson)

feat. Sunshine Anderson
from All About the Benjamins soundtrack
[Petey Pablo]
Getcha money, it's tha come up
Nada nada, get the whole thing
Do it big.. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa
[Petey Pablo]
Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass
Startin' guns, been five
And I ain't tryin to come in last
Ain't no need for me to be upset
And ain't no need for you to be mad
If a man got his own pad
And whether he want forty-karat
He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself
The greed words, you had that there
What a dream, he would always had
And it ain't right, but that's the way it is
In this life, you don't get to deal
You can climb to the roulette wheel
I want something I can leave my kids
The memories of what they wish their daddy had did
If I could leave them all a couple of mill
And show em how this cruel world can really get the best of a nigga
I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon
The only thing that matters is the root of all evil
[Chorus-Sunshine Anderson (Petey Pablo)]
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
[This time through added libs by Sunshine Anderson]
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
[Petey Pablo]
I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll
I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em
I'm gonna have

song performed by Petey Pablo
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Me Against The World

Its just me against tha world
Ooohhhhh ooohhhhh
Just me against tha world baby
Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh
I got nothin ta lose
Its just me against tha world
Ohhhhh
Stuck in tha game
Me against tha world baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in tha city
Tha cops is hot for me
Tha projects is full of bullets
Tha bodies is droppin
There aint no stoppin me
Constantly moven while maken millions
Witnessin killins
Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Caries tha children
Cause theyre illin
Addicted to killin
A near appeal from tha cap pealin
What Im feelin
But will they last or be blasted
Hard headed bastard
Maybe hell listen in his casket
Tha aftermath
More bodies being buried
Im losen my homies in a hurry
Theyre relocating to tha cemetary
Got me worried
Stressin
My visions bluried
Tha question is will I live
No one in tha world loves me
Im headed for danger
Dont trust strangers
Put one in tha chamber
Whatever Im feelin is anger
Dont wanna make excuses
Cause this is how it is
Whats tha use
Unless were shootin
No one notices tha youth
Its just me against tha world baby
Chorus
Ooohhhhh
Me against tha world
Its just me against tha world
Ooohhhhh

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song performed by 2 Pac
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One Way Or Another

One way or another Im gonna find ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna win ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna see ya
Im gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
Im gonna meetcha, Im gonna meetcha, Ill meetcha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
Ill see whos around
One way or another Im gonna find ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna win ya
Ill getcha, Ill getcha
One way or another Im gonna see ya
Im gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
Im gonna meetcha, Ill meetcha
And if the lights are all out
Ill follow your bus downtown
See whos hanging out
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
Im gonna lose ya, Im gonna trick ya
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna give you the slip
Ill walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
[repeat until fade]

song performed by Face To Face
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Getcha Back

Bow bow bow bow oop
Ahh ooo oohh waaa oooo
Bow bow bow bow oop
Ahh ooo oohh waaa oooo
The other night they were playing our song
Hadnt heard it for oh so long
Took me back darlin to that time in my car
When you cried all night cause wed gone too far
Can I ever getcha back
Getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Can I ever getcha back
Im getting tired laying around here at night
Thinkin bout some other guy holding you tight
He may have money and a brand new car
May even treat you like a movie star
And no matter what he ever do for you
He can never love you like I can do
So if I leave her and you leave him
Can we ever get it back again
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Can I ever getcha back
Bow bow bow oop
Bow bow bow oop
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
(getcha back) can we baby
(getcha back) get it back again
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
(getcha back) can we baby
(getcha back) get it back again
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him

song performed by Beach Boys
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Trapped

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin thinking about what tha streets do to me
Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
Niggas commin out worse offthan when they went in
Over tha years I done alot of growin up
Getten drunk thrown up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
And when I gettem
Ill hittem with tha bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart youll really let me go g
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
They got me trapped....
Chorus
[uh uh, they cant keep tha black man down]
They got me trapped
[naw, they cant keep tha black man down]
Trapped
[uh uh, they cant keep tha black man down]
Trapped
[naw, they cant keep tha black man down]
They got me trapped
Can barely walk tha city streets
Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against tha wall
Didnt do a thing at all
Im tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didnt know this was tha wrong street
Bang bang, down another casualty
But its a cop whos shot theres brutality
Who do you blame?
Its a shame because tha mans slain
He got caught in tha chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me
Sweated me, hunted me

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song performed by 2 Pac
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Getcha Some

(toby keith/chuck cannon)
Well boy meets girl and its a good bet
Girls gonna play a little hard to get
But they both got the same thing on their mind
Aint that the way that the world goes round
Dont it get you up get you down
It gets you walking around with a flashlight trying to find
Love
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some love!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some yeah!
Then boy sees girl with another guy
What he wouldnt give just to catch her eye cause man
She is so hot
Course you cant compete with a superstar
Hes got a big old house and little red car
And what need is the one thing you dont have money!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some money!!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some yeah!
Then God smiles down from up above
The money rolls in and they fall in love
From the outside looking in its a dream come true
But as time goes by something turns up missing
Theres not enough hugging and not enough kissing
Before to long they better do what they gotta do you know!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some babies!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some yeah!
You know curtain climbers, and rugrats, and tricycle motors
It dont matter what you call em you gotta have a whole house full of em
Aint nothing in the world like youngins getcha some!

song performed by Toby Keith
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Streetz R Deathrow

Growing up as an inner city brotha
Where every other had a pops and a motha
I was tha product of a heated lover
Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
And since my pops never knew me
My family didnt know what ta do with me
Was I somebody they despise
Curious look in they eyes
As if they wonder if Im dead or alive
Poor momma cant control me
Quit tryin ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies
A ticken timebomb
Cant nobody fade me
Packin a 380
And fiendin for my mercedes
Suckers scatter
But it dont matter Im a cool shot
Punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got
Im tired of being a nice guy
Ive been poor all my life, but dont know quite why
So they label me a lunatic
Could care less
Death or success
Is what I quest
Cause Im fearless
Now tha streetz r deathrow
Chorus
(cause Ill beat you down, like it aint nothin)
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause Ill beat you down, like it aint nothin)
Tha streetz r deathrow
I just murdered a man, Im even more stressed
Wearin a vest
Hopein that their aimin at my chest
Much too young to bite tha bullet
Hand on tha trigga
I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it
I hope I live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn
Counting pennys over tha years
Id done stacked many
Proven wrong those
Who swore Id wouldnt live till twenty
Now they gotta cope
Since its tha only thing I know
Its difficult to let it go
Im startin to loose my hair cause I worry
Hustlin to keep from gettin buried
But now I gotta move away now
Cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down

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song performed by 2 Pac
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Tha Streetz R Deathrow

Growing up as an inner city brotha
Where every other had a pops and a motha
I was tha product of a heated lover
Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
And since my pops never knew me
My family didnt know what ta do with me
Was I somebody they despise
Curious look in they eyes
As if they wonder if Im dead or alive
Poor momma cant control me
Quit tryin ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies
A ticken timebomb
Cant nobody fade me
Packin a 380
And fiendin for my mercedes
Suckers scatter
But it dont matter Im a cool shot
Punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got
Im tired of being a nice guy
Ive been poor all my life, but dont know quite why
So they label me a lunatic
Could care less
Death or success
Is what I quest
Cause Im fearless
Now tha streetz r deathrow
Chorus
(cause Ill beat you down, like it aint nothin)
Tha streetz r deathrow
(cause Ill beat you down, like it aint nothin)
Tha streetz r deathrow
I just murdered a man, Im even more stressed
Wearin a vest
Hopein that their aimin at my chest
Much too young to bite tha bullet
Hand on tha trigga
I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it
I hope I live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn
Counting pennys over tha years
Id done stacked many
Proven wrong those
Who swore Id wouldnt live till twenty
Now they gotta cope
Since its tha only thing I know
Its difficult to let it go
Im startin to loose my hair cause I worry
Hustlin to keep from gettin buried
But now I gotta move away now
Cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down

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song performed by 2 Pac
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Wrong Ones

[Phone Conversation]
[Cam:] Hello
[Girl:] Yo Kam
[Cam:] Yo mom whatsup whats goin on
[Girl:] Yo I cant meet you later yo
[Cam:] What Happened?
[Girl:] Yo he stalkin me
[Cam:] He in yo face like dat
[Girl:] Like dat yo hold on
Yo I'm talkin to June Allright
[Cam:] Damn he in yo face like dat
[Girl:] Just like dat
Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later
[Cam:] Alright Alright

[Cam]
Ay Yo you got ta undastand
I'm like a food to tha world
Cuz I'm friends wit ya man
Plus your cool wit my girl
Now I dont really understand how dat cat he be stressin u
I dont understand that you grown but yet he question u
Guessin that u love him but you in it for tha pay
But he know where u at every minute of tha day
But since we learned to creep
Is like we yearn for sleep
And my girls in my face when i dont return tha beep
Its like a sin or a crime
U in tha benz all tha time
But ya man know u aint wit ya friends all tha time
Ill be selfish
Sayin chancin tha long
Dats why I hang up when he answer tha phone
And Ill be callin from tha house in tha paul lobby
Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID
And my girl in my face jus stressin me child
But Ill dial anotha number if she press redial

[Chorus]
Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and its all done
Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones
Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and its all done
Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones

[Cam]
I feel bad but good uh huh

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song performed by Cam'ron from Confessions Of Fire
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Year Of The Boomerang

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the 80s in the haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculums a cell block
Im swimmin in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin burnt skin
Its dark now in dachau and Im screamin from within
cause Im cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn Im runnin into hells gates
So I grip tha cannon like fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people
cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So Im goin out heavy sorta like mount tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo Im a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo Im a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo Im a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo Im a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
Yeah!
Now its upon you!
Now its upon you!
Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the 80s in the haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculums a cell block
Swimmin in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, Im smellin burnt skin
Its dark now in dachau and Im screamin from within
cause Im cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn Im runnin into hells gates
So I grip tha cannon like fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah
Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
Im goin out heavy sorta like mount tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo Im a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo Im a piece of it
Uh! in the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo Im a piece of it

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song performed by Rage Against The Machine
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Oh My Gosh

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music,
Inc., bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Hey you check it I think its time
To wreck it.
So here I go again witht he stuff
So lets test it.
Cool like tha ice vanilla heres the flava
Freezin up tha mic to hit ya with
So you can savor.
No slippin nor stonin gettin straight
To tha poinst.
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
Im kickin no trippin Im spliffin
So get a good wiff and get with tha style,
That Im using no guessin
So heres a quick lesson I got my smith & wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abuse it.
Word to tha mutha, Im here to tear it up,
And if ya cant get with it, I dont give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell em ice is
Near this here is for tha people the ice is
Rated lethal.
Here I come with tha nine in my hand,
Its time to wreck shop now tell me whos
The man.
Just like ali Im tha thriller in manilla,
Tearin stuff up like my man godzilla.
Makin tha suckers drop when ya steppin
To my zone comin straight up like my man
Al capone.
You try to cross me up Ill jump you like
You was a checker,
And like jerry rice Im into breakin all records.
Rollin with my crew firm up a blunt,
My hands on tha pump bust u on beachfront.
In case you forgot Im here to remind you,
Im chiller, chiller than the ice on vanilla.
Word, word to tha herb as you heard,
Im hittin 3 pointers just like larry bird.

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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Oh My Gosh

Written by: vanilla ice, zero, rod johnson
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music,
Inc., bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Hey you check it I think its time
To wreck it.
So here I go again witht he stuff
So lets test it.
Cool like tha ice vanilla heres the flava
Freezin up tha mic to hit ya with
So you can savor.
No slippin nor stonin gettin straight
To tha poinst.
Hit tha mad izm and light another joint
Tha easy like style is what I kick when
Im kickin no trippin Im spliffin
So get a good wiff and get with tha style,
That Im using no guessin
So heres a quick lesson I got my smith & wesson
Listen up close and there will be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abuse it.
Word to tha mutha, Im here to tear it up,
And if ya cant get with it, I dont give a
So run and tell ya crew and tell em ice is
Near this here is for tha people the ice is
Rated lethal.
Here I come with tha nine in my hand,
Its time to wreck shop now tell me whos
The man.
Just like ali Im tha thriller in manilla,
Tearin stuff up like my man godzilla.
Makin tha suckers drop when ya steppin
To my zone comin straight up like my man
Al capone.
You try to cross me up Ill jump you like
You was a checker,
And like jerry rice Im into breakin all records.
Rollin with my crew firm up a blunt,
My hands on tha pump bust u on beachfront.
In case you forgot Im here to remind you,
Im chiller, chiller than the ice on vanilla.
Word, word to tha herb as you heard,
Im hittin 3 pointers just like larry bird.

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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Keep Ya Head Up

Little something for my God son elija and a little girl named koreem
Some say tha blacker tha berry
Tha sweeter tha juice
I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, but dont nobody else care
I know they like ta beat ya down a lot
And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot
But please dont cry, dry ya eyes
Never let up
Forgive but dont forget girl keep ya head up
And when he tells you you aint nothin
Dont believe him
And if he cant learn ta love ya, you should leave him
Cuz sister you dont need him
I aint tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see em
Ya know what makes me unhappy
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother ta be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman
And out game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women
Do we hate our women ?
I think its time ta kill for our women
Time ta heal our women
Be real to our women
And if we dont
Well have a race of babies
That hate tha ladies that make tha babies
And since a man cant make one
He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one
So will tha real men get up
I know your fed up ladies
But keep ya head up
Chorus
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter
I remember marvin gay, usta sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be
And suddenly tha ghetto didnt seem so tuff
I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules
Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two
And realize momma really paid tha price
She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams

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song performed by 2 Pac
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It's Alright

[INTRO: SEAN PAUL]
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it
Sean Paul alongside Fabolous...You done know we buss'...
Telling them again, ay!...
Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it...
She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it...
Fabolous!
[VERSE 1: FABOLOUS]
Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo
I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue
You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by tha expressions on them hotties grills
I know they wanna holla at somebody real
And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled
Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me
I do this every year so I ain't never scared
I do this everywhere and you ain't never there
They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear
[HOOK: SEAN PAUL]
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright
[VERSE 2: (SEAN PAUL)]
So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it..
And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it
I want you give me some of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips...style
You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it
And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict
Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click
Flossin' it...Money we tossin' it...
'Cause we a tha Boss in it
We naw ease up...We aint stallin'...Grab tha girls all in...
Thats my true callin'
Ya'll freeze up.. We be flowin' it...
Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it.
[HOOK: SEAN PAUL]
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite

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song performed by Fabolous
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Blow Your Whistle

PETEY PABLO - Blow Your Whistle
[Intro:]
Hey hey! Everybody come here, I need all y'all to come over here
Come here come here, yeah, I want you to do this, come on
[Chorus:] [2x]
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
[Verse 1:]
I can do anything and everything with new flows
Then take this Manny track and tear the game a new asshole
Me and my do-rag half man, with two black hoes
How in the world could it do this, I be so damn cold
I got a rabbit foot in my pocket, uh huh
Come on I needed the other part of the rabbit
To fill up a pocket, I gotta major problem partna
So that means I don't need to be bothered for nada
Um, feel me dogga
My head hot, uh huh, and my body warm
Uh huh, my nose runnin, could you close the door, uh huh
Letting out all granted and goodies sweet G's and deviled eggs
Boiled tater to goat cheese
Y'all don't even remember me
I'm Petey - take ya shirt off Carolina from Greenborough
But what Petey needs to see this evening
You can keep your shirt on - we gon' use these
[Chorus:]
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
[Verse 2:]
I tell ya when I come runnin head down, but naw
But naw, y'all ain't hit me
So I guess I had to ahead hit ya with something that could grip yo attention
That make ya yell at ya kids from the kitchen
What put that whistle down! But Petey on tv
Damn it Petey, ya heard what I say
I just love it when I could take a track and have me some fun
Get footloose, and still can put the club on crunk
Make a girl butt bump [ba bum], make a party go crazy, [ba bum]
When the first two bumps come on [ba bum]
I'ma have some, I'm telling ya mayne
I'm the new spokesman for gas grills and propane
When I wrote this I had to wear shades
I had to wear rubber gloves to get this today
Manny Fresh's CD player wasn't even playin
Man we need a fire truck, where my whistle at baby
[Chorus:]

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song performed by Petey Pablo
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Got The Time

Wake up, got another day to get through now
Got another man to see
Got to call him on the telephone
Got to find a piece of paper
Sit down, got another letter to write
Think Ill got to get the letter just right
Theres a ringing on the telephone
Oh no, got to write a little later
No such day as tomorrow, only one two three go!
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Tickin in my head, tickin in my head, tickin in my head
If I tell you what Im doing today
Will you shut up and get out of my way?
Someone asked me what the time is,
I dont know
Only know I gotta go now
No time - trying to get a watch repaired
No time - never got a thing to wear
Hear the ringin of the telephone no no
Hear a ringin in my head now
No such thing as tomorrow, only one two three go!
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Tickin in my head, tickin in my head, tickin in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin in my head
Tickin in my head, tickin in my head, tickin in my head

song performed by Joe Jackson
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Wanna Be Startin Somethin

Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
1st verse
I took my baby to the doctor
With a fever, but nothing he found
By the time this hit the street
They said she had a breakdown
Someones always tryin to start my baby cryin
Talkin, squealin, lyin
Sayin you just wanna be startin somethin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
2nd verse
You love to pretend that youre good
When youre always up to no good
You really cant make him hate her
So your tongue became a razor
Someones always tryin to keep my baby cryin
Treacherous, cunnin, declinin
You got my baby cryin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)

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song performed by Michael Jackson
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New Millennium Homes

Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn

Tha spirit of Jackson
Now screams through tha ruins
Through factory chains
And tha ghost of tha union
Tha forgotten remains
Dissapear to their new homes
Tha knofe tha trust
Tha life burns to tha raw bone
Tha blood on tha floor of tha tear is still dryin'
Cover tha spread sheets
Tha Dow Jones skyin'
Tha cell block live stock
Tha bodies they buyin'
Old south order
New nothern horizon

Violence is in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin' been warfare
I press it to CD

A fire in tha master's house is set

Check tha high tech terror
Of tha new order athletes
Peering into tha eyes of tha child already on trial
These armies rippin' families apart
Get 'em on file
Convictions fit tha stock profile
All tha while films of dogs
Ripping through homes
Ripping skin from bones
Yes tha new millennium homes
Privatizing through private eyes
An era rising
Of tha old south order
New northern horizon

Violence is in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin' been warfare
I press it to CD

A fire in tha master's house is set

song performed by Rage Against The Machine
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Dear Mama

You are appreciated...
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
Though back in tha time, I never thought Id see her face
Aint a woman alive that can take my mommas place
Suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
Shed tears with my baby sister
Over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
And even though we had different daddies
Tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
Huggen on my mama from a jail cell
And whoed think in elementary, heeeey Id see tha penitentiary
One day
Running from tha police, thats right
Momma catch me--put a whoopen to my backside
And even as a crack fiend mama,
Ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
It aint easy--trying ta raise a man
Ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
Tell me how ya did it
Theres no way I can pay ya back
But tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
You are appreciated......
Chorus
Laaaaady, dont cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet laaaady, dont cha know we luv ya
Aint nobody tell us it wuz fair
No luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuznt there
He passed away and I didnt cry
Cause my anger, wouldnt let me feel for a stranger
They say Im wrong and Im heartless
But all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thugs and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I aint guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
Ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
And I can see ya coming home after work late
Ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
Just working with tha scraps you wuz given
And mama made miracles every thanksgiving

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song performed by 2 Pac
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Im Gonna Getcha Good!

Lets go!
Dont wantcha for the weekend, dont wantcha for a night
Im only interested if I can have you for life, yeah
Uh, I know I sound serious and baby I am
Youre a fine piece of real estate, and Im gonna get me some land
Oh, yeah
So, dont try to run honey, love can be fun
Theres no need to be alone when you find that someone
[chorus:]
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha if it takes all night
(yeah, you can betcha)
You can betcha by the time I say go, youll never say no
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha, its a matter of fact
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha, dontcha worry bout that
(yeah, you can betcha)
You can bet your bottom dollar, in time youre gonna be mine
Just like I should - Ill getcha good
Yeah, uh, uh
Ive already planned it - heres how its gonna be
Im gonna love you and - youre gonna fall in love with me
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
So, dont try to run honey, love can be fun
Theres no need to be alone when you find that someone
[repeat chorus]
Yeah, Im gonna getcha baby Im gonna knock on wood
Im gonna getcha somehow honey yeah, Im gonna make it good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
So, dont try to run honey, love can be fun
Theres no need to be alone when you find that someone
[repeat chorus]
Oh, Im gonna getcha, Im gonna getcha real good
Yeah, you can betcha, oh, Im gonna getcha
(Im gonna getcha) just like I should, Ill getcha good
Oh, Im gonna getcha good!

song performed by Shania Twain
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Calm Like A Bomb

I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris
Steel from a furnace
I was born landless
It's tha native son
Born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through tha shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These voltures rob everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point tha globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
There's a bank a church a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan a child dead at birth
There's a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
And a syringe and a vein
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard

Calm like a bomb

This ain't subliminal
Feel tha crtitical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of tha condemned
Sound off America's demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Tha same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
And tha picture's tha same
There's a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debit
There's a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for tha rent
There's a tap

song performed by Rage Against The Machine
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