D-12 Lyrics
D-12 Lyrics
"When the Music Stops Lyrics"
Hate Blade Lyrics
We rise from the deaths And we are holding our swords Our heart is filled With pride and might untold With our spiritual brothers we shall gather To fight side by side in the mightiest battle And we shall use our mental force for we are transcendent We are gifted with the energy of universe Join our army And fight in this spiritual battle The memory of conquering Still lives in our heart And we daydream a time When we'll be in warfare We have no time to loose Triumphantly we'll awake the flame Its embers lie inside (for a long time) Waiting for this day When we declare war
[Bizzare:]
[Echo]
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Sike!
[Eminem:]
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't r
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
[Swift:]
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops
[Kon Artist:]
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with they hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When i
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
[Screech]
Damn!
[Crash]
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
[Kuniva:]
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night
When The Music Stops
[Proof:]
Instigators, turn
We rise from the deaths And we are holding our swords Our heart is filled With pride and might untold With our spiritual brothers we shall gather To fight side by side in the mightiest battle And we shall use our mental force for we are transcendent We are gifted with the energy of universe Join our army And fight in this spiritual battle The memory of conquering Still lives in our heart And we daydream a time When we'll be in warfare We have no time to loose Triumphantly we'll awake the flame Its embers lie inside (for a long time) Waiting for this day When we declare war
[Bizzare:]
[Echo]
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Sike!
[Eminem:]
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't r
Bowtie Lyrics
(feat. Sleepy Brown, Jazze Pha) [Hook:] Crocodile on my feet Fox fur on my back Bowtie `round my neck That's why they call me the gangsta mack In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat] [Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale Fresh in that tuxedo Cumberbun with no suspenders My torpedo, you libido Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker You took her to the club and now her body is ful
ap, (feat. Sleepy Brown, Jazze Pha) [Hook:] Crocodile on my feet Fox fur on my back Bowtie `round my neck That's why they call me the gangsta mack In the Cadillac!! Yeah!! [Repeat] [Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale Fresh in that tuxedo Cumberbun with no suspenders My torpedo, you libido Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker You took her to the club and now her body is ful
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
[Swift:]
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops
[Kon Artist:]
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with they hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When i
One Thing Lyrics
Are you wishing Upon a star that's falling Hearts are ringing Now I'm the one That you left standing here You'll never see the little things You'll never change me Give me just one thing Something to cling to Something for me to make it Give me just one thing Something to cling to Something to pray to Give me just one thing Lay before me And everything you've given Same old story There's not one thing That opens up my eyes You'll never see the little things You'll never change me Give me just one thing Something to cling to Something for me to
t aint, that's the end, no laughsAre you wishing Upon a star that's falling Hearts are ringing Now I'm the one That you left standing here You'll never see the little things You'll never change me Give me just one thing Something to cling to Something for me to make it Give me just one thing Something to cling to Something to pray to Give me just one thing Lay before me And everything you've given Same old story There's not one thing That opens up my eyes You'll never see the little things You'll never change me Give me just one thing Something to cling to Something for me to
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
[Screech]
Damn!
[Crash]
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
[Kuniva:]
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night
When The Music Stops
[Proof:]
Instigators, turn
Oh Man Lyrics
(feat. Daddy Yankee) Intro: Looney Tunes..... Subelo al maximo (Turn it Up to the Max) Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo Daddy Yankee a turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo S Peezy a turn it up,bomb it up, blaze it up, bun it up... Chorus Yankee: vela como maquinon son son de lo latino ohh no daddy yankee yo ohh man chulo y muevelo cuerpo, dale agitalo puerta, quiero verlo stop ohh man locos quieren pelear buscate un arma y ya no no no miro stop noo man Chorus Yankee:Transalation: she looks like a great machine rhythm of the latinospits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This hell street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
[Bizzare:]
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly R&B
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fucking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now i'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
[Bang]
(feat. Daddy Yankee) Intro: Looney Tunes..... Subelo al maximo (Turn it Up to the Max) Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo Daddy Yankee a turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo S Peezy a turn it up,bomb it up, blaze it up, bun it up... Chorus Yankee: vela como maquinon son son de lo latino ohh no daddy yankee yo ohh man chulo y muevelo cuerpo, dale agitalo puerta, quiero verlo stop ohh man locos quieren pelear buscate un arma y ya no no no miro stop noo man Chorus Yankee:Transalation: she looks like a great machine rhythm of the latinos
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This hell street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
[Bizzare:]
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly R&B
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fucking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now i'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
[Bang]