Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for February, 2006

by Blink 182
from the album Enema Of The State

Hey mom there’s something in the backroom
I hope its not the creatures from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb

What if people knew that these were real
I’d leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
I wish someone would tell me what was right

Up all night long
And there’s something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I’m not like you guys
I’m not like you

I am still the skeptic, yes you know me
Been best friends and will be till we die
I got an injection
Of fear from the abduction
My best friend thinks I’m just telling lies
Allright

Up all night long
And there’s something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I’m not like you guys
I’m not like you

Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation
Information, nice to know ya, paranoia
Where’s my mother, biofather

Up all night long
And theres something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I’m not like you guys
Twelve majestic lies

by Tupac
from the album R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Death Row
That’s where motherfuckers is endin up

Dear mama, I’m caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they’ll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
Don’t wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I’m walkin, and talkin behind my back
I’m kind of schizophrenic, I’m in this shit to win it
Cause life’s a Wheel of, Fortune here’s my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I’ma dive and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I’m nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I’m sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It’s trouble on my mind, I’m with the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn’t hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
It’s hard to adapt, when you’re black and you’re trapped in a livin Hell
I shouldn’ta let him catch me
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate’s raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
They made me an animal
Can’t sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
And that’s how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today’s my final day, I’m countin every breath
I’m bitter cause I’m dyin, so much I haven’t seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn’t give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher’s there for me
He’s a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He’s only here to be sure
I don’t drop a dime to God bout the crimes he’s commitin
on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain’t my peers and in all these years, they ain’t never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
to keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers
Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you’re better off gettin shot up
I’m convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I’m straight headin for the chair

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

16 on Death Row
It’s to all my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on Death Row

by Tupac
from the album Until The End Of Time

we goin all out (all out)
we goin all out (iite)
we goin all out, watch yo moufuckin mouth niggas
thats right, fuck them fag niggas pa, do it, do it, do it

Come hell or high water
Down to slow our approaches
just anutha lost soul, stuck callin Jahovah
Outlaw till its ova
Brand as my strap
Back like a cobra
I stay drunk cuz i’m a mad man
Wheneva sober, on a one man mission
my ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggas like donuts
And still, down to die for all my souljas
like hillbillies, they dont fear me
So refuse, bring war to tha city
Wit each breath, death before dishona
Neva let u swallow me, no apologies, ya hona
A general in war, I’m the first to bomb
Wit a squad, of trusted killas, quick to move shit
Heavily armed
I’m similar to Sadan, sometimes I question whos sain
Like friends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take tha figga of dirty niggas, who all got me
While bitches is wonderin who shot me
no love, keep a grudge, shootin slugs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
we takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like rocky
you got alot of nerve ta play me
Anutha gay rappa, bussin caps at Jay Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
And still avoid capture
While yall cought, caught up in tha rapture
Still afta me, I’m in Jamaica sippin Daqueries
No doubt
We used ta have nuthin, then grabbin sumthin and bustin
wanted ta be tha thug- nigga, that my old man wasnt
I came to a fiend, catchin cases, litigation
niggaz playa hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I’m screamin DEATH ROW, throwin westside, aint no thang
we was raised off drive by’s, brought up ta bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
we control all cash, from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, i’m hard to kill, when I peel wit this live spot
Fatha, how da hell did i survive dese 5 shots
live it up, or give it up, and like demons
Late night, hear em screamin
We goin all out!

Chorus
we goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, witout a doubt
Ball, which means we all ryde if its on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills ta pay, nigga go all out
bustas playin wit yo peeps, betta go all out
Try’na see tha next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, u betta go all out

I’m on my land sled, walkin through tha belly of tha beats
Feelin, like I’m all out, drunk as can be
its plain ta see, that we mobb niggas hidin in bushes
Claimin that they ryde rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlaws, my blood bruthas, I’d die fo these thugs
Say hi to this slug, it’s a shame how some niggas on the westcoast
Was rydin wit Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I’m on the Jers to the fullest, like sum westcoast love
But afta Pac stopped rappin, it aint no westcoast thug
just westcoast wut? to my real niggas stuck in da street game
Cause rappers like Jay Z, be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it tru wut I’m sayin?
Slap your soft ass to da floor
And watch my fo fo, put peek holes through ur door
I ryde or dye, but dese otha fag niggaz be bitin dis
It’s all from my heart when I was writin dis
All out
Chorus
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit’ us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin’ to kill us
Ain’t nothin but sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin’ they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin’ they Pac
Stop that, and whatch ya back, we ain’t forgot ’bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it’ll bring the bitch up out cha
It’s me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin’ like a OG, cause all these fag muthafuckas

by Janet Jackson
from the album Rhythm Nation 1814

Seeing that your love’s true
Never I’ll doubt you
My heart belongs to you
That’s alright with me
Worlds could end around me
So in love that I can’t see
You and me were meant to be
That’s alright with me

Friends come and friends may go
My friend, you’re real I know
True self you have shown
You’re alright with me
Through thick and thick to thin
I’ll love you till the end
You know it’s true my friend
You’re alright with me

Catch a fallin’ star that shines
Make a wish clap 3 times
Dreams come true it’s in the mind
That’s alright with me
Your wish is my command
Never thought I’d fall in love again
Again with my best friend
That’s alright with me

Friends come and friends may go
My friend, you’re real I know
True self you have shown
You’re alright with me
Through thick and thick to thin
I’ll love you till the end
You know it’s true my friend
You’re alright with me

Always and everlasting
This love is just not passing
We’re happy as can be
Alright with me
Friends come and friends may go
My friend, you’re real I know
True self you have shown
You’re alright with me
Through thick and thick to thin
I’ll love you till the end
You know it’s true my friend
You’re alright with me

by Queens Of The Stone Age
from the album Songs For The Deaf

You’re so impossible
Scream and moan it chills my soul
Don’t wanna hear you got left behind
All those times you stayed up and cried
It’s no lie
You did it to yourself
Like chewed up gum under my shelf
Don’t look surprised
You must have know all along

It’s just another love song
Another love song

It’s never easy
It’s not hard
When you’ve lost your mind
With you it’s sleezy
Don’t tell me your worries
I’m sick, I’ll leave you blind
Now the time has come
To leave this love that’s left you dry
No need to work this out now
Cause you know there’s no reason why

It’s just another love song
Another love song

I never told you it would last forever
You can’t hold this boy for long, dig it
By the time you read my letter
Baby, I’ll be gone

You’re just another love song
Another love song

by Backstreet Boys
from the album Backstreet Boys

I’d go anywhere for you
Anywhere you asked me to
I’d do anything for you
Anything you want me to

I’d walk halfway around the world
For just one kiss from you
Far beyond the call of love
The sun, the stars, the moon
As long as your love’s there to lead me
I won’t lose my way, believe me
Even trough the darkest night you know

Chorus:
I’d go anywhere for you
Anywhere you asked me to
I’d do anything for you
Anything you want me to
Your love as far as I can see
Is all I’m ever gonna need
There’s one thing for sure
I know it’s true
Baby, I’d go anywhere for you

I used to think that dreams were just
For sentimental fools
And I’d never find someone
Who’d give their love so true
But I knew the very minute
Couldn’t live my life without you in it
And now I want the whole wide world
To know

Chorus

Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, oohhh (3x)

Chorus (2x)

by Counting Crows
from the album Recovering The Satellites

A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin’
Now the days go by so fast

And it’s one more day up in the canyons
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven…I wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it’s one more day up in the canyons
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California…I think you should

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it’s one more day up in the canyon
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the ocean…I guess I should

by Alabama
from the album Greatest Hits

There are people in this country who work hard every day
Not for fame or fortune do they strive
But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay
And it’s time a few of them were recognized

Hello Detroit auto workers, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line

This is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail
Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale
Or the one who fights the fires, the one who brings the mail
For everyone who works behind the scenes

You can see them every morning in the factories and the fields
In the city streets and the quiet country towns
Working together like spokes inside a wheel
They keep this country turning around

Hello Kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line
Hello West Virginia coal miner, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line

This is for the one who drives the big rig, up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone who works behind the scenes

With a spirit you can’t replace with no machine
Hello America let me thank you for your time

by Tupac
from the album The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory

One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute

I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me
Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me
You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what’s going on
Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn’t play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
It’s all over now, take it like a man
Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Lovin how I got you niggas crazy

Against all odds
Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds
Hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote

I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewelery, fast cars and he’s known for flashing (What’s his name???)
Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was workin for the feds, same crime, different trials
Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up
Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I’ll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga
All out warfare, eye for eye
Last words to a bitch nigga, "WHY YOU LIE?!?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B
So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds

I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds

Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact
he did some shit he shouldn’t have did, so we ride em for that
And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead
Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
Lord listen to me
God don’t like ugly, "It Was Written"
Hey Nas, your whole damn style is bitten
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my life, so what’s the answer Nas?
Niggas that don’t rhyme right, you’ve seen too many movies
Load em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie you die, GOODBYE
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me nigga

Against all odds
I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
*repeat*

Against all odds
(Twenty-one gun salute)
One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
Representin to the fullest bein soldiers with military minds
that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
I salute you my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it’s all for you
To all you bitch made niggas, I’m comin for you
Against all odds, I don’t care who the fuck you is, nigga
You touch me I’m at you
I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
Hell no I ain’t forgot nigga
I just remember what you told me
You said don’t go to war unless I got my money behind me
Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war

by Bif Naked
from the album I Bificus

i used to follow you and your friends to the ice rink
the back of your skidoo made me all wet (from snow)
you’d pat me on the head as we stole your dad’s chevette, one more time.
i bought new hiking boots so you’d think i was cool
(you didn’t care, coz you never knew i was alive)

i never wanted anything
the way i wanted you – that night.
my love transcended space and time…
i never wanted anything
the way i wanted you – that night.
my love transcended space and time:
my first….

you used to ride yer red and white dirt bike…
i’d hold yer jacket close to my heart so tight.
my mom woke me up, early said
"look what yer friends did to my front yard!"
it was me and my sisters, out my window…
there it was! there, baby! you peed my name in the snow!

i never wanted anything
the way i wanted you – that night.
my love transcended space and time…
i never wanted anything
the way i wanted you – that night.
my love transcended space and time..
my first:

(meet me in the school yard, after eight.
still grounded, i couldn’t stay out late.
remember all the things you said…
in the back of that chevette:
when we were only fifteen?)

my daddy moved us to a big city:
yer smiling face, i never again did see: no more..
i wonder how you are, and i wonder if you think about me still.
would you guess what i’m doing? you and yer friends.
i want you to remember that you were my first…

[bif:] we are lucky to have something to eat:

everything happens for a reason, and that’s good to remember coz the music business is really, really weird.