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"I'm going through one of the roughest times in my entire life right now Still I got a slight smile I'm knowin' it's gonna be better days, like Tupac said And we go make it like Eve & them two LOX said Whos not fed up with something Life's about struggling and overcoming your shortcomings Not about huffing and puffing and crying without doing nothing Take them sour lemons, make lemonade, and stop playing"
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I have two songs tied as my favorite, but I'm only posting my favorite lyrics because I can't think of which I like the best. I like them all I guess.
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heaps of songs with great lyrics, but here are just a few
Lamb of God -Reclamation Humanity's a failed experiment Walking the path to extinction Spinning its wheels endlessly Grease them with oil when you ring it out Humanity's a failed experiment Walking the path to extinction The earth will shake and the waters will rise The elements reclaim what was taken What was taken The skyline is set ablaze with regret Ashes cover a falling silhouette The city will reap what it sowed, what a night Watching as whole city burns Blindly consuming mass manufactured faith Mankind is a festering parasite Blindly consuming mass manufactured faith Mankind is a festering parasite Relentlessly draining it's host dry Nailing belief to a cross of genocide The elements reclaim what was taken What was taken The skyline is set ablaze with regret Ashes cover a falling silhouette The city will reap what it sowed, what a night Watching as whole city burns tonight Only after the last trace comes And the last drip of poison Only after the last finch is caught Will you find that money cannot pay hatred When everything becomes irrelevant When the sky tears open Fire rains down, fire rains down The fourth world comes to an end Push the button, light the match Feel the bloodlines detach Cross-hairs in the evening light I said it once the city burns tonight The city burns tonight, tonight The city burns tonight The skyline is set ablaze with regret Ashes cover a falling silhouette The city will reap what it sowed, what a night Watching as whole city burns tonight The Game -Let's Ride (must listen with beat, perfect for driving) Pull the rag off the six-fo', Hit the switch, show nigas how the sh!t go, The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone, The D's is chrome, the frame is black. (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfuker bounce and break, And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin, These other rap nigas so far behind me, go taste my rims, niga, let the chronic burn as the datens spin. It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem, In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms, Call it Dre day, we celebratin', b!tch bring a friend. Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round, And put that cheap-azz hypnotic down. (Put your 'cris up!) If you feel the same way, Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b!tches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that azz, (If I could fit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my sh!t, the west-coast in this b!tch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath Somebody tell me where the drinks at, Where the b!tches at, You fuking on the first night, meet me in the back. I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks, Move b!tch! Who the fuk you think they came to see? The protégé of the D R E, You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuk me, And you gotta fuk Busta, can't touch Eve, Got something in my waist that you can't touch either, That's - my gangsta b!tch, and like Crips and Bloods, I'm in the club on some gangsta sh!t. (So niga twist up) Light another dub, B!tches get scared when nigas start fighting in the club. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuk a different bitch seven days a week, Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat. (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b!tches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that azz, (If I could fit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my sh!t, the west-coast in this b!tch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath nigas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Look at me now, Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfuking top down, I'm The Game, niga Call your b!tch, she ain't home, she with Game, niga Remember that, Dre You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray, Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the azz scrapes, Turn sunset into a motherfuking drag-race. Now watch it bounce, Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the sh!t down. {When you hit the club) Tell 'em you came with me, (We gonna twist up) In the V.I.P. It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre, Motherfuker, you would say I was the new Dre. Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke. (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b!tches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that azz, (If I could fit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my sh!t, the west-coast in this b!tch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath 2 Pac -Dear Mama You are appreciated When I was a young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, and scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddys, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love payin rent when the rents due I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya just workin with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin But now the road got rough, you're alone You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act craaazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady And dear mama Dear mama
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