Q-Tip - Breathe And Stop (текст песни)
uh uh uh uh uh get up
uh uh for real uh uh
come on
ummah, ummah, ummah, ummah
[q-tip]
a hard time if your motion is still
let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah]
niggaz get on and swear it′s they fuckinyear
but yo your girl just moved
to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh]
broad look, the movement is on
mild mannered mami′s in victoria thongs, uh
i give my rhyme a bless
guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust [yeah yeah]
you vivrant and you fresh and all
original to say the least and you′ve impressed kamal [come on]
rappers start then they stall
findin it very hard to make it over the wall
hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard?
and i grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
so girls move it around
if you see your main dog give a brother a pound
and just uh..
chorus: q-tip
breathe and stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh
breathe and stop, for real and give it what you got
give it what you got, give it what you got
if you on the block then give it what you got
[q-tip]
a thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes [say word]
i wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
your prada dress or your gucci bag
with the polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh
yo hold the door a-ight?
we comin through, tribe beef, hold it down for the night
big moon got the fifth
d-lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif [yeah for real love]
turn it over the page
usherin all of y′all to a brand new age, where [yeah]
status really don′t matter
everbody get right to the pitter the patter [come on]
makin moves, settin precedence
enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence
and the feelin is true
i′m seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh [yeah]
so let′s go for the ride
strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh
chorus
[q-tip]
dunn what what bring it, bring it
a-bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
a-where we bring it to?
right here, right where? right here, right where?
right here, right where? right here, right where?
right here, right where? right here, here here
right here, take it home home, take it home, right here
[q-tip]
millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time?
hope you skippin every line because i′m gettin mine
move it around a bit again
every block every town we startin a trend [for real for real]
(c) q-tip
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Другие тексты песен исполнителя Q-Tip
Текст песни:
[Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I′d love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo′ ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."
We gon′ knock it down and put this
Rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it′s like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin′ all the bankin′ chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
Then they comin′ out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
Everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That′s just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee.
Uh. Takin′ rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? ′Cause we can get the moans,
And stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
Keep the joint close for the commotion and
Keep movin′ around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit′ me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin′ it
Everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit′ me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin′ it
Everyday. This is how I need to be.
[Q-Tip]
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin′ the spot of this.
Showin′ to prove what rap is. ("What is it?")
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit ′chu wit′ the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit′ the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
Who consecutively come wit′ shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin′ that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I′m askin′ yo′ name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin′ and definin′ yo′ chick, best compan-ion.
I′d advise you to fix your self, for real,
And do your shit wit′ more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it′s thickenin′,
My rhyme and it′s tickin′ in.
The hatin′ and the shit is so sickenin′.
Picasso, original. ("′Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen and put this brotha in it.
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit′ me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin′ it
Everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit′ me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin′ it
Everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit′ me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin′ it
Everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit′ me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
(feat. Jessica Rivera)
[Jessica Rivera]
"Hmmm, so you′re the one they′re talkin′ about.
Let me see if this is real."
[Q-Tip]
When I do it, eyes lookin′ at me when the
music should be the only thing you see. It′s the
score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin′
off shit, hit your ass repeatedly. Acro-
batic, wha. I′ll pull something through your chest-piece.
Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be.
Watched the movie, and smoked a philly and
took a hit of D. She actin′ all silly and...
I pull the brothers in depressed situations. When the
thang hit the ′phere, we risin′ up to the occassion.
You′re killin′ me wit′ petty, little rap beat.
′No fingerprints′ is how my expert-ass be.
While I′m at it, I′ma stand my ground right
here. Spotlight, where the chicks is found.
You see this little-ass club we in? Yo, it′s
mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum.
[Jessica Rivera]
"Yeah, that′s alright.
But I know you can do better than that! C′mon! C′mon!"
[Q-Tip]
Aiiight then. I guess we stand the same ground, same
page and wanna freak shit. I wanna
eat it, watch you beat it, cum
real hard than repeatin′. Yo!
The frivolous rap song he rap about
is no good. Remove all the crap about
my dogs is all in for the national.
No passion, then I guess they be cashin′ out.
I keep my eyes on things and
I keep my shine on BLING!
My peoples ain′t nothin′ to toy wit′.
Professional, leavin′ a boy stiff.
You doin′ all while you′re really talkin′.
You need to get gun or get walkin′.
This greedy-ass country we in? I guess it′s
mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum.
[Jessica Rivera (Q-Tip) {Both}]
What ′chu really wanna do?
(I wanna really do it right.)
What ′chu really wanna do?
(Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.)
For real?
(For real.)
Well, what ′chu feel?
(Well, what ′chu feel?)
We can...
{Do it. Do it. Do it.}
{Do it. Do it. Uh.}
What ′chu really wanna do?
(I wanna really do it right.)
What ′chu really wanna do?
(Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.)
For real?
(For real.)
Well, what ′chu feel?
(Well, what ′chu feel?)
We can...
{Do it. Do it. Do it.}
{Do it. Do it. Uh.}
What ′chu really wanna do?
(I wanna really do it right.)
What ′chu really wanna do?
(Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.)
For real?
(For real.)
Well, what ′chu feel?
(Well, what ′chu feel?)
We can...
{Do it. Do it. Do it.}
{Do it. Do it. Uh.}
{Do it. Do it.}
{Do it. Do it.}
{Do it. Do it.}
{Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.}
[Q-Tip]
"So, I was wondering what would happen...how would you feel if
I...came inside your bedroom, I took off all your clothes, and
took all mines off. And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing...
and...got the...right connections. I stick it in and put on top
your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce. And
then, you can take it off and then..."
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
* Bonus song after "End of Time"
"For real. E′rybody′s a star, e′rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...")
Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...")
For real, for real. I′m ′bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody
Shine. C′mon."
It′s not luck that I′m sittin′ here spittin′ for y′all.
Preeld in by Allah that I′m hittin′ for y′all.
Growin′ up on the New York concrete lookin′
Lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin′.
They called me Little Man all in the boulevard.
When I was young, my family used to party hard.
Gangs of uncatched kids turned to blood ketchup.
The illest niggas was Richard Pryor and Ronnie Bump.
Skinned knees from being bad-ass little boys.
Police si-re-ns and baby screams was average noise.
Hip-Hop came, the ghetto copped the soundtrack.
Street poetry to tracks, could you beat that?
Malik Taylor introduced it to me.
He said, ′Forget Benny Hill, nigga. Let′s M.C.!′
Twelve years old, rhymin′ in the backroom.
For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom.
Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh.
The Juice Crew rule but who′s this nigga KRS?
Reference points, too many to wish for.
Battlin′ niggas on trains, I stay raw.
Never let my dream die.
I was happy and high goin′ to Alee′s and Bed-Stuy
We made our first demo tape.
Ex-cited like a mawfucka, lookin′ for our first break.
I kno wwwwwwwwww ("F′real.") you can do it.
Be abidin′, chy′all. ("Listen to the story I tell, yo. F′real.")
I kno wwwwwwwwww ("Don′t let ′em hate to front you.")
You can see it.
("Get up and follow me and flow again. Use my life as an example.")
Do it, and see it, and be nobody else!
Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little light.
In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was aiiight.
One year later, the Tribe was initiated.
Bonita came, it was wild how she dominated.
Can I Kick It parled us to our next phase.
So drunk in those days, I truly was amazed
How I got up enough to make tunes. People
Cheered me. It was Foreign, then came Low End Theory.
People quickly reconized who we are,
Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar.
Tours with P.E., Naughty, and the Geto Boys.
Arsenio Hall, women then were evil toys.
Whisperin′ hate inside my brother′s virgin ears.
Tryin to hurt but, yo, we stood amongst the tears.
Midnight was even tighter, now look at us.
Condoms is on the rida stored on the bus.
It got funky right here, I had to save my life.
In the snow after the show, I had a fight wit′ Phife.
Moves to a land to get away but back home
Job was urkin′ us, it sent me throuh a danger zone.
The good thing, I found Allah in the process.
An angel appeared wit′ sneaky ways and gave me stress.
Now what am I to do?
My album′s platinum but I′m still feelin′ blue. C′mon.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. ("You can do it.")
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. ("I kno wwww")
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. ("You can see it.")
Yeeeeeeeeeeeaeeeeeeaaaeeeeeah.
Makin′ my way, the wilderness has grown fierce.
Redemption and my heart, both of them was pierced.
Crashed my truck, didn′t think I′d make it out.
Had a hit on my life, he thought I screwed his wife!
Plus my house burned down, me and Ands was in it.
My crew was tired and I knew we had to end it.
But through all of this, I′m still here.
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
Q-Tip:
Just feelin′ things out for real, ya know?
Just wanna do me for real, ya know?
No reason to make it complicated, you feelin′ agitated,
You love it or you hate it…fuck it
Desperation, jumpin′ off of street corners here
Hustlahz lookin for buzz like "pop one in here"
Local state officials….yeah they out of touch
Getting money for some, aiyo, ain′t nothin′ much
But yo…let them tell it, we smoke it and we sell it
You don′t understand, so don′t tell it
You sneakin′ souls just for phat diamond golds
Cuz our lady friends have likings for designer clothes
People in my hood think….if I′m lookin raggedy, then the cat is just a weak
Link
In the very fake chain of oppression….if television taught me any lesson, it′s
"Image is Nothing", but yo I got a thirst…Nothing, but yo I got a thirst
Nothing, but yo I got a thirst…what′s first? Your rings or your purse?
Jonathan Davis (KoRn):
(Oh boy…oh boy! Make your wagers back there! Step lively…women and
Children first! The world is coming to an end! Come on now…we′re looking at
The end! We have to leave them…we have to leave all our paraphanelias
Behind….{brought back…brought back….[repeated]} LET′S GOOOOO!)
It′s kinda scary you see….
How fucked up things can be
Each time you take a bath
How it could have been your last
There′s so much shit around us
Things we can′t even see
Is this the end of our line?
That′s where I wanna be….that′s where I wanna be
That′s where I want to be….that′s where-I want-to be
(End of Time)-repeated
(Brought back…)-repeated
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Intro/Chorus: Q-Tip]
I be that nigga that I think y′all know
With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I′m in the studio)
[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
[Q-Tip]
Close the door, ′ight, let a nigga rock
Cause we ′bout to eat real shit, not shit slop
Nigga can′t say shit about this hip-hop
Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right
It′s a high state game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning alot of y′all who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering
Make you disappear quick, like you′re part of wind
Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I′m looking at your friend
Let′s get in there and shake for the beat, girl
Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I′m tired of these niggaz, Bus-a-Bus, now
Say it to ′em
[Chorus: Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell ′em now)
[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
[Busta Rhymes]
Pardon me, now, gimme room again
It′s time to raise the level of the boom again
NOW WHO THAT?! Bus-a-bus-a-bus rhyme
(RAAAAAAA!!!) See, I ain′t do that in a long time!
Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime
Hot songs, cribs, have a little more to shine
Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y′all
The way I bang niggaz, and how I shit on y′all
Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y′all
And do my thang, bitch, from here to Synagogue
We getting alot of money, me and my friend, Kamal
I take your money too, I ain′t afraid of y′all
With so much class, my shit will kill ya
When I don′t wanna rap
And still I′ma smash and make the bitches Make It Clap
As soon as I′m finished with her, homey, I′ll give her back
Say it to ′em
[Chorus: Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell ′em now)
[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
[Q-Tip]
When the beat bang, and you′re up in the club
When you listen and you feel a thug
When you hear my voice, understand the love
When the DJ spins it back, it′s a friendly rub
But, when I′m behind, I cannot be kind
With your waistline, and the way you move
Like a old great beat, I′ma catch a groove
Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice & Smooth (Come on, girl)
[Chorus: Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell ′em now)
[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y′all know
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle
from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles
Comin from the maximum gain, the octane
that′s on the radio it made me feel so low
It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison
I′m Nintendo 64 and you Mattel Intellivision
Bustin from no mo′ trey-eights, now papi weight
This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougar
And we gotta, move on the dancefloor
and work it out all night that′s what you came here for
Just chem′, I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dim
Daddy shine the light on him, ahem it′s me
Leader of the Starfleet Force
Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?
Damn right, sure as Tina made Ike
We gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all day
The Trilateral Commision we dissin
Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissin
I′ll be damned if I let his song fall to the side
Goin piggybackin shit, let′s ride, c′mon
I put it down, now what you gonna do [x8]
Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, hah? [x4]
When you hear this, recognize you hear love
MC nigga illin over b-boy dubs
Riding through the shit like Tron
Doesn′t matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?
Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we make
Gotta do the things right, ain′t no time for mistake
It′s the hip-hop cat that can′t, fuck with Jake
Just because he wear a badge doesn′t, mean he straight so
what you wanna swallow it down or let′s take it
Disregard those who fake it, yo it doesn′t matter
about the realm, hip-hop is to the helm
It′s divine to hit the mind like slippery elms
So put it down man, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on down
Put it down woman, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on down
Put it down man, whatchu gonna do
Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do
A-put it down man, whatchu gonna do
Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do
[′Hey′ repeats in background for a bit]
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
Play it safe, I′ll arrange your wake
My papermate will have my lable-maced album released a later date
Police patrol the city ′til I′m as old as 50
Hat back, clothes won′t fit me, causin fire, old won′t frisk me
My hands are ammunition bailin cons or banned in prison
I′m who you wanna be blowin out your candles wishin
[HOOK 2: both]
["the beat scratched in"]
Makin it, makin it blend
YO... makin it blend
[x3]
Makin it, makin it blend
Make, makin it blend
[Wordsworth]
Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin body, the face and frame of Halle
Attitude - angry, snotty, speaks slang and cocky
Time to hangin gotta bring a posse
Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby
[Q-Tip]
Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, you wish for preminision
It′s turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition
It′s time to numb your run and dim your vision
It′s time to give up the hopes and dreams that made your aquesition
[Wordsworth]
Ain′t gotta drop top dag clothes and roll the 60s
But after shows, ladies drop tops and show their titties
Of course the globe can′t oppose, it′s risky
Or even go against me, I′m WORDS,
so everytime that you flow you spit me
[Q-Tip]
We in the asphault, you cause your last fall
Insult to injury is where we curse the salt
Douse the open wound to the tomb
Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom
[HOOK 1]
[more scratchin til fade out...]
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
"A wwwwwwww Looky here, looky here, looky here!
You out the frame with it. You off the chain with it.
You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..."
You got your girlfriend around ya.
No wonder she surround you. Look at you.
Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight,
make afella think real hard about the rest of his life.
The whole *shit* is strange. I′m really thinkin′ brains
but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain.
Flimsy little men, they can′t command you
and they don′t have the heart to demand you,
but niether do I. I guess I′ll let you walk
on and watch ′cause your walk is strong.
Sippin′ passion wit′ a stranger in the club,
it doesn′t necessarily equate to love.
It′s not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere
Somethin′ wild that ′chu can′t compare.
Bangin′ on my wood drum now
Hope your hearin′ all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come now.
Sittin′ at home, a hat in my hand
while you crawlin′ on the earth with your natural tan.
Your than is jigg-i-lin′ and causin′ a stir.
Let′s do it real rough until life is a blur.
I suit you the way that ′chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.
It caught me the way that ′chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out, now.")
I suit you the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it.")
It got me the way that ′chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.
I can kinda understand, you know.
I mean bein′ at the top, I mean to start a show.
The brushes with fame, continuous game you get,
hustles with plans, stakin′ they clans and *shit*.
But you shine and you pay it no mind, always
stayin′ on the grind with the thangs you do.
You got the illest little switch and you
ain′t takin′ no *shit* ′cause nobody wanna *fuck* wit′ ′chu.
Admiration to the utmost.
All my dogs raise your cups ′til the girl toast.
I don′t wanna bring shame to you really,
I wanna put flames to you sincerly.
Make your box-spring jump like a low rida.
Best place that I could be is inside ya.
The love that we have could be real
but you gotta go by what your heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart feels.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on.
I suit you the way that ′chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.
It got me the way that ′chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out, now.")
I suit you the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it.")
It caught me the way that ′chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
One two..
Dedicated, dedicated..
Yo I remember, it musta been about, ninety-one, ninety-two
Somethin like that..
We had did a show, in San Fran′, and ′Pac ran up on stage with us
We was doin "Check the Rhime"
And after he got up with us, went to the back
and he asked me if I saw "Juice" - figure it just came out
I remember givin him love
We always had that respect for each other heh, y′knahmsayin?
I guess uh.. we was enjoined kinda on the same path of truth
Or whatever whatever
But he still here though
I know uhm ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh I know it, y′knahmsayin?
I feel him right here
Yeah, I just feel him right here
Hah, hmm, I just feel him right here
Huh, I′ma take my time, I′ma do this joint
Ha ha ha, ha ha
The fear, in the heart, of a man
Dedicated to my heart, my ha-ha-heart
The fear, in the heart, of a man
Dedicated to my heart..
Against an attacker, I will boldly take my stand
because my heart will show, fear for no man
Before a broken heart, I run with fright
scared to be blind in the vulnerable night
Uhh, I believe this fear is in every man
some will acknowledge it, others will fail to understand
Uhh uhh uhh uhh, there′s no fear in a shallow heart
because the shallow heart is faint and don′t fall apart
because the shallow heart is faint don′t fall apart
But feeling hearts that truly care
are fragile to the flow of air
And if I am to be true then I must give.. my fragile heart
my fragile heart
I may re-ceive-great-joy
Or you may re-turn it, say it again
I may re-ceive-great-joy-or you may re-turn it, ripped apart, hah
ripped apart.. ripped apart..
ripped apart nothing left.. ripped apart
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Tupac Shakur
Tupac Tupac Tupac
Tupac Shakur
We miss you
And we love you
And we love you
Tupac Shakur
And we miss you
And we love you
Tupac Shakur, such a beautiful man, such a beautiful man
Tupac Shakur, I said we love you mon, I said we love you mon
Tupac Shakur, mmmm yea
@ Q-Tip
Текст песни:
Lets talk about these things we see
Walking across the land
Lets talk about these joints I got
Every body get down
Lets talk about these things we see
Lets talk about these joints I got
[Chorus:]
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do [x5]
I puff L′s with ladies and gentlemen
I break spells with faith in a burst of wind
Others talk but.what they talk about?
Who could walk but live what they walkabout
A calm head in the middle of wartime
People go down just so they could get more shine
Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty
Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me
Keep it soft like we killers and often gat
You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back
Abstract see it like this is the king in you
Allies living one more if I′m fuckin too
Dogs don′t eat it up increase they feedin time
I′ll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine
Let′s stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle
Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don′t fall apart
Look around you tell me who else is shining girl
Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl
That′s just the magnetism that a Queens fella has
Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass
But watch imma drop to a bronco
See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo!
And just know that your man to can get that
And just though that I don′t really wet that
And just know that this nigga here flips tracks
Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat
The illest regiment is what I represent
Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas went
Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend
I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end
We raise the roof up and tear the fuck up off
Bucking hard like the coast guard, who′s soft?
[chorus x3]
@ Q-Tip
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