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Thursday, March 19, 2009

i can by Nas


[Kids]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)


[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person
Got her strung on that
Heroin, cocaine, sniffin up drugs all in her nose...
Coulda died, so young, now looks ugly and old
No fun cause now when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how,
Put your hands in the air, and take a vow


[Chorus - 2x (Nas and Kids)]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)


[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Be, be, 'fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
There was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu,
where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
Then learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
Young Princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying "She's my queen"

[Chorus]

Save the music y'all,
save the music y'all
Save the music y'all,
save the music y'all
Save the music

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

repitition: my life by the game feat. lil wayne♥


[Lil` Wayne]
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but
I`m just wonderin` why You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? (x3)
[The Game]

The hazing has BEGUN
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on coc­­aine
Take me away like a bu­­llet from Kurt Cobaine
Sui­­cide (Sui­­cide..sui­­cide..), I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuc­­kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood ni­­g­­­­ga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Lil` Wayne]
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but I`m just wonderin` why
You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? (x3)

[Verse 2]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned themS
o there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
(My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin` the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and ni­­g­­­­g­­as could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glo­­ck without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds.
(Gunshots)
[Lil` Wayne]
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but
I`m just wonderin` why You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? (x3)
[Verse 3]

(My Life x3)
Walk through the gates of He­­ll, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil share chro­­nic blu­­nts
Listening to the "Chro­­nic" album, playing backwards
Shootin` at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fuc­­ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuc­­kers afraid of Suge
(Compton�. Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but ni­­g­­­­g­­as can't escape the hood
They took so many of my ni­­g­­­­g­­as that I should hate the hood
But it's real ni­­g­­­­g­­as like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the ni­­g­­­­g­­a Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the ni­­g­­­­g­­a 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf­­uc­­ker c­­o­­ck­­ed back
[Lil` Wayne]
And I`m grindin` till I`m tired They say you ain`t grindin` till you tired
So I`m grindin` with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you`ve done took so many of my people but
I`m just wonderin` why You haven`t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? (x3)
(My Life x 3)

(My Life x 3)
(My Life x 3)