Fredro Starr Lyrics
Fredro Starr Lyrics
"I Don't Wanna... - Featuring Aaron Hall Lyrics"
Monster I've Become Lyrics
[Music: Weston/Smail] [Lyrics: Smail/Weston] From the inside looking out Distorts what I'm about Strains from emptiness Change to bitterness You have turned me To what you thought I was I don't care now The past is now the past The scars inside don't heal The pain no more can I feel I'm callou
[Music: Weston/Smail] [Lyrics: Smail/Weston] From the inside looking out Distorts what I'm about Strains from emptiness Change to bitterness You have turned me To what you thought I was I don't care now The past is now the past The scars inside don't heal The pain no more can I feel I'm callou
feat. Aaron Hall
[Chorus: Aaron Hall]
God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin
For you, please help me
On the journey, please
[Fredro Starr]
When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di
Blastin Ready to Die late night pushin a five
Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five
Let the will go, like "fuck it" closin my eyes
Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden
So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
Cuz see now ya face flash on the MTV
Front page of the paper, front of The Source
Jealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorse
Every mornin kissin my moms, readin fro
THE STAND UP COMIC'S INSTRUCTIONS Lyrics
Get 'em laughing - keep 'em there, You hold your own and they'll hold their's, Hold their glasses - can't hold their beer Tell 'em the one about the fucking queer. Do the one that always works, 'Bout the lazy blacks that don't like work, And once you got 'em, keep 'em there Raise their spirits! Raise their cheer!
m psalmsGet 'em laughing - keep 'em there, You hold your own and they'll hold their's, Hold their glasses - can't hold their beer Tell 'em the one about the fucking queer. Do the one that always works, 'Bout the lazy blacks that don't like work, And once you got 'em, keep 'em there Raise their spirits! Raise their cheer!
Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs
When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verse
Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
Wakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweats
Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath
Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed
The second chance of life, got me feelin I'm Lord blessed
I'm God sent, here to talk to the children
Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling
Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day
[Chorus]
(I don't wanna die) God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin
For you, (I don't
Harborcoat Lyrics
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) They crowded up to Lenin with their noses worn off A handshake is worthy if it's all that you've got Metal shivs on wood push through our back There's a splinter in your eye and it reads "react" (chorus 1) They shifted the statues for harboring ghosts Reddened their ne
wanna die) please help me(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) They crowded up to Lenin with their noses worn off A handshake is worthy if it's all that you've got Metal shivs on wood push through our back There's a splinter in your eye and it reads "react" (chorus 1) They shifted the statues for harboring ghosts Reddened their ne
On the journey, please
[Fredro Starr]
What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some time
I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89
And I still got the demos, before we got signed
Every rhyme I write, you be in the back of my mind
Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit when gold
Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to be
Seen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flow
Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over
Freaky Tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look fly
You in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lye
Shit yo Eazy, what up dog, I know we never met
Used to bang Niggaz With Attitude, cleanin
Blow the House Down Lyrics
weaving in his basket chair 'twist you round a lock of hair made of straw -- the wicker man made of straw -- I'll blow your house down bishops falling from the windows the lightening makes your hair stand on end this dervish frenzy -- will make you run around this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around the tech
Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail
Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall
My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid
I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did
Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse
What up Banky, who thought you would of made it here first
Big and Pac rollin dice like they never had beef
Big Stretch, side bettin, standin next to Trouble T
Thought I never met Kadafi, what up God, peace
By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?
It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott LaRock
Dyin 4 Rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die
weaving in his basket chair 'twist you round a lock of hair made of straw -- the wicker man made of straw -- I'll blow your house down bishops falling from the windows the lightening makes your hair stand on end this dervish frenzy -- will make you run around this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail
Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall
My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid
I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did
Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse
What up Banky, who thought you would of made it here first
Big and Pac rollin dice like they never had beef
Big Stretch, side bettin, standin next to Trouble T
Thought I never met Kadafi, what up God, peace
By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?
It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott LaRock
Dyin 4 Rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die