Verse 1
Little honey, are you goin' out tonight?
Little honey, I ain't lookin' for a fight
Little honey, you won't make me mad
If you tell me about a boyfriend, that you had
Who lied last night, made you sad
Left you cryin' by the side of the road
Left you cryin' to walk home all alone
Verse 2
Little honey, won't you please come over here
Little honey, we gotta get something clear
Little honey, if you don't answer me soon
You're comin' home tomorrow, to an empty room
The lights left on, the door open wide
Windows broken and your picture smashed
Windows broken, and our bed covered with trash
I'm not lookin' for a fight
But little honey, are you goin' out tonight?
Verse 3
Little honey, won't you please come over here
Little honey, we gotta get something clear
Little honey, you won't make me mad
If you tell me about a boyfriend, that you had
You know I care, but what can I do?
Sit here waitin' for some lights on the road
Sit here waitin' 'till you come home alone
I'm not lookin' for a fight
But little honey, are you goin' out tonight?
I ain't lookin' for a fight
But little honey, are you goin' out tonight?
The Show Must Go On (Kelly Cavuoto)
They'll try to kick you around
They'll put you down and spit in your face
Like a hunt of advice
Not satisfied except with first place
There'll be people that'll tell ya they made ya
But there'll be others that'll tell ya they hate ya
Chorus
It don't matter what they say or what they do
It don't matter what you think they're putting ya through
'Cause after all is said after all is done
No matter what happens the show must go on
Taking up to the challenge
What makes you try can make you weaker
And one by one we're revealing in time
You're either with us or you're against us
Make it look easy without showing your head
But you better believe this aint no one night stand
Chorus
(It don't matter) Don't matter (what they say)
(it don't matter) The Show must go on
Dedication (you got to have some dedication)
Concentration
Standing tall on the ball of your...
This is how it began and how it will end
Chorus
It don't matter what they say or what they do
It don't matter what you think they're putting ya through
It don't matter what they say or what they do
It don't matter what you think
The show must go on
(It don't matter) It don't matter (what they say)
(It don't matter) It don't matter (what they do)
(It don't matter) It don't matter
(what they say) What they say
(It don't matter) The show must go on
Girl (Tori Amos)
From in the shadow she calls
And in the shadow she finds a way finds a way
And in the shadow she CRAWLS
Clutching her faded photograph my image UNDER her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
Yes with a message for my heart
She's been everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the doorway they stay
And laugh as violins fill with water
Screams from the BLUEBELLS can't make them go away
We'll I'm not seventeen but I've cuts on my knees
Falling down as the winter takes one more CHERRY TREE
She's been everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Everyone else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Rushin' rivers thread so thin limitation
Everyone else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Dreams with the flying pigs turbid blue and the drugstores too safe
in their coats anda in their do's yeah
Everyone else's girl maybe one day maybe one day one day one day
She'll be her own
Smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
And in the mist there she rides
And castles are burning in my heart
And as I twist I hold tight
And I ride to work every morning wondering why
"Sit in the chair and be good now"
and become all that they told you
the white coats enter her room
and I'm callin' my baby callin' my baby callin' my baby callin'
Everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own
Acoustic piano, vocal, sampled strings, backgrounds - Tori Amos
Guitar and bass - Steve Caton
Drum and keyboard programming - Eric Rosse
Recorded by Eric Rosse
Mixed by Jon Kelly
Produced by Tori Amos and Eric Rosse
Flying (Stan Rogers)
It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again,
Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them men.
I was a third round pick in the NHL
And that's three years of living in hell,
And going up flying, and going home dying.
My life was over the boards and playing the game,
And every day checking the papers and finding my name.
My dad would go crazy when the scouts would call;
He'd tell me that I'd have it all
Ninety nine of us trying, only one of us flying.
And every kid over the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A,
Dreaming of that miracle play,
And going up flying, going home dying.
I tell them to think of the play and not of the fame.
If they've got any future at all, it's not in the game.
'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all over again
Selling on commissions and remembering
When they were flying, remembering dying.
And every kid over the boards listens for the sound;
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A,
Dreaming of that miracle play,
And going up flying, going home dying.
We'll Always Love Big Poppa (The Lox)
(Mmm... can't believe we doin this record)
We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
*vocals get louder*
We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah)
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun
Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son
Taking you in, Angels breaking you in
This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin
And may God bless your mom and your two children
Your wife, your family and all your friends
Everybody stay strong, the good die young
Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused
Never know what we have til what we have we lose
Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel
Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself
Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself
It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
Genius at his work
Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big *go Big*
Everybody wanted to know Big
Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
Ask anybody, who could flow Big
All the cats shined, but you would glow Big
Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually
Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee
Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be
If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 8X*
Just to let y'all know, everything is all real
But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal
And pain is a part of life that we all feel
Today this whole rap game is getting more ill
It make me look back, to where he took rap
Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that
He never had a warning, One More Chance
was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin
I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him
Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion
Life is worth more than the coffin
I need answers, and they better be the truth
Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth
Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 4X*
Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace
After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big
Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin
While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt)
It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped
And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness
I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted
Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it
We clicked like heels when we first met the
Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa
Nearly broke down four times writin this verse
Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at
Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at
But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
The only time you see your family is funeral night
Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down
I guess you with the real king in New York now
For real
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 6X*
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa *repeat 2X*
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa...
(We'll always love you Big)
Can't You See? (Total)
(featuring The Notorious B.I.G.)
You just don't know what you do to me...
Rap by Notorious B.I.G.:
Give me all the chicken heads
From Pasadena to Medina
Bet Big get in between ya
Then pick the prognosis, doses
Blends and Bends like Twizzlers
Biggie's fitting to hurt
What's under that skirt?
(Slow down, n*gga, you're killin 'em)
Who fillin 'em with octane?
Got 'em gassed up
'Bout to get blast up, sup
The last one, word to your mother
Brother, listen
I've seen it when he kissed 'em at the way
Made his body shake
The high tide it 8 50 I's smoke tank
Rap terror whore crow and terror, true
Fly by the rivers but this is conspicuous
Bad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous
My rap's rhymes is like land mines
One step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room
To whom it may concern, Junior Mafia's the click
Act up, I'll have my honeys Total bust your sh*t
Verse 1:
In the middle of the day now baby,
I seem to think of only you.
Never thinking for a moment baby,
That you'd be thinking of me too, yeah.
So I can't wait for the day,
That we can be together,
I can't let you walk away.
Oh, can't you see, you and me,
Were meant to be, oh baby,
And there's nothing left to say.
Chorus:
Oh baby can't you see,
What you do to me?
Our love was meant to be,
You were meant for me.
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
Every time I see you,
I get this feeling, oh yeah.
Telling me you are the one,
Oh, what a feeling.
I can't wait for the day,
That we can be together,
I can't let you walk away.
Oh, can't you see, you and me,
Were meant to be, oh baby,
There's nothing left for me to say.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge:
You take me away, so far away,
Oh what you do to me, oh, oh.
I wanna be alone together,
Somewhere just you and me, oh, oh.
Repeat Chorus to fade
Our love was meant to be,
Our love was meant to be.
(Repeat to fade)
Accidentaly Kelly Street (Frente)
here's a door and
here's a window
here's the ceiling
here's the floor
the room is lit like
a black and white movie
the t.v.'s on, that's what it's for
and if you walk real slowly
you can feel the planet breathe
there's no need to feel so lowly
now that we've all learned to give
accidently kelly street
where friends and strangers
sometimes meet
accidently kelly street
i never thought life
could be so sweet
in the garden birds are singing
the sun is shining on the path
the wind is talking to the flowers
the dogs and cats all take a bath
and if you stop that talking
you can hear the traffic sigh
throw away those keys
start walking, watch those
tiny things go by
accidently kelly street
where friends and strangers
sometimes meet
accidently kelly street
i never thought life
could be so sweet
it's sunday everyday
and there's no need to rush around
inside of everybody there's sun
and laughter to be found
it seems that we're on holidays
and sleeping in is not a sin
all the housework's done by teatime
i'm feeling good about
the way i've been
perhaps this optimism
will crash on down
like a house of cards
i know that my decision
to change my life was not that hard
accidently kelly street
where friends and strangers
sometimes meet
accidently kelly street
i never thought life
could be so sweet
accidently kelly street
where friends and strangers
sometimes meet
accidently kelly street
i never thought life
could be so sweet
accidently...
accidently...
accidently kelly street
i never thought life
could be so sweet!
Por Amar Se Da Todo (Marc Anthony)
Por amar, por amar
cuantas veces la vida se da
por amar, por amar
cuantas veces la vida se da
Por amar
quien no hizo castillos
por amar
quien no fue soñador
y entregó hasta su orgullo
y sus sueños
por amar
como prueba de amor
Por amar se da todo en la vida
mil te quieros tambien el adiós
una lagrima y una sonrisa
y se hiere a quien tanto se amó
por amar yo me fuí de tu vida
y lloré estando lejos de ti
buscando tus brazos
y hoy canto felíz
Coro:
Por amar, por amar
por amar te entrego el corazón
150 MC's (Da Ruckus)
[Hush]
Yo yo. Its a hundred and fifty emcees. Which one do you be? Count em
I met a _Redman_ in _Camp Lo_ named _Mic Geronimo_
He'd _Busta Rhyme_ anywhere he was always on the go
He used to live in _Champtown_ but moved to _Slum Village_
In a city Motown that was run by _Mike Millich_
Lived with _Fat Joe_ in _Ras Kass_'s corridor
Who had a _Crucial Conflict_ with this man next door
On a _Rampage_ against this kung fu gang
Sensei _Master P_, of Shaolin's _Wu-Tang_
He'd meditate with _Cool J_'s, and phillies of _Canibus_
Practicin the grain style, and the praying mantis
Increased his _Eye-Cue_, studying the _five V's_
And had more styles, than _MJ has got G_'s, uhh
One time, he was confronted
And the neighboor told _Da Sensai_, he didn't want it
The sensei asked him to choose his weapon
The A-_KRS_, the _Nine_ or the _Mack 10_
He chose a shotgun, since he was from Bucktown
As he blast a _Buckshot_, the sensei, he Ducked Down
Hit his _Dogg's Nate_ _Snoop_ and the _Spice-One_ rack
The sensei didn't even have a chance to blast back
Eyes bloodshot and _Puffy_, and got up like _Scarface_
(Pacino: "Say hello to my little friend")
Lettin' off a _Dirty Dozen_, now it's a car chase
Gunfight now turns to a deadly car ride
The sensei didn't see _Da Brigade_, on _The Pharcyde_
Crashed his chevy, _Kid Capri_ head on, was thrown 20 feet
But he didn't bet on
Being scooped by _A Tribe Called Quest_ and cared for
Until his wounds healed, he then declared war
Called up _Jay and A, who both drove a Z_
Already wanted, for _Jayo Felonies_
And _Missy Elliot_, who also had a _Case_
The judge will _Punisher_, for sprayin' illegal _Mase_
A Misdemeanor, but the judge was _Kurupt_
She was caught with _Pete Rocks_, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle _Luke_, whose _Crew was 2 Live_
They had some _Peter Gunz_, like the ones on True Lies
And these two guys were snitches, all around town
Kid who was _Da Brat_, and her sister _Fox Brown_
With only a few G's, they met _Nas at Escobar_
_Alkaholiks_ all around, with Cristal and caviar
Long Island _Ice-T's_, with only one _Ice Cube_
They discussed the _Kurtis Blow_ and spot up like intertubes
They met some _Geto Boys_, who _Run DMC_
_Corporation_ and _Dr. Dre_, or was it _EPMD_, who said "Life is _Too
$hort_we gotta think fast?"
_Daz_ 'em with explosions, shots & tear gas
Drink _E-40's_ of _8-Ball_ with _Little Ceasars_
Down 180 proof rum, with Bacardi Breezers
_Large Professor_, who teaches class on _Artifacts_
Had plans to invade the _Timbaland_, with rocketpacks
They go in crewed up, over the _Cypress Hill_
_Outsidaz_ _Mobb Deep_, and everyone is just _Chill
A _Hush_ on the scene, all you heard was the Click_
_Organized Konfusion_ was _Ultramagnetic_
A _Lady of Rage_, that was cursed with _Voodu!_
Was stung by _Cocoa B's_, _Outkast_ by _Gurus_
A _Goodie Mob_ of _Lost Boyz_ _Xzibit_ _Mystikal_
Broken _Bone, Thugs 'N Harmony_ is very critical
Scalped lots of hair on _The Roots_ of _40 Thevz_
Then write "_Heltah Skeltah_," in blood from injuries
A _Common_ sight, like _Capone 'N Noreaga_
They bomb a fight, then sit alone with Garsha Vegas
When it was over, one seemed to never fall
He screamed out "Fade em all!"
It was this kid named _Jamal_
The sensai would _Rakim_, and his man _Eric B_
Give him an _Eminem_, and made him bow to one knee
This wasn't _Bizarre_, it was in his _Nature_
So this would become the 37th Chamber
It all started, over some _Big Daddy Kane_
The sensei sold with _Slick Rick's_ brother _Dana Dane_
On east, _Warren G's_ supposed to be uncut
Chopped with baking soda, crews went _Beatnuts_
And caused a _Ruckus_, against the _Gang Starr_
Who tried to control _DMX_ Blvd.
It got back to _Junior Mafia_, who then got ill
And caused a drug trade to come to stand stills
See, in this industry, you can't have anarchy
Cause everyone wants their name on the _Biz Markee_
Yo, some are long gone, will the gunshots cease?
_Eazy E_, _2Pac_, and _Biggie Smalls_, rest in peace
Del (Hieroglyphics)
[Casual]
Drop some new shit on 'em them
Let's drop some new shit on 'em
[Opio]
Drop it on 'em Cas
[Casual]
Some brand new new shit
Going
[Del]
Yeah this D E L in the house
And Hieroglyphics crew
Down wit' Matt Kelly A Plus Domino
Man we about to kick this little shit right here on my down time on
the
album
Check it out
MC's is too promiscious so if you fuss
I'ma be the next to bust and take you on the Exodus
Wreckless
Checklist, ain't nobody next to us
Step to us and get reduced to a speck of dust
** the hellala detectives with they secret societies
We speak wit' variety
So stand back
Before you caught in my sand traps
Hilarious you better vary it, you bury it
Go along with your merriment
Hiero getting ever cent
And we earned it, and burned it
In your brains like brands
And now, everyone demands
Del and his entourage and you can all get squashed
He mosh it up, we mega and vicious
Magnificent
** the whimsical misteral
We stiffed through competitors and regulate
And make you hesistate you better wait
Time to set it straight
You never take a flow for granted
Cause what you ain't peeping
Is equal to what we call "sleeping"
Slumbering and ** cumbersome
Keep the tabs on them tongues
And let the bomb numb your lungs
Yeah
Cranialologist
The zany novelist
The tactical graphical
With lyrics for capital
After you, high speed chase
To erase
All existing life forms and drive 'em to free base
[Coughing]
Hieroglyphics
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