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from Mission : Impossible 2 (미션 임파서블 2) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (2000)
All the tension in the world today
All the little girls fillin' up the world today When the good comes to bad the bad comes to good But I'm 'onna live my life like I should (Like I should) Now all the critics wanna hit it The shit can't ever dig it Just because they don't get it But I'll stay fit New error committed Now this Red Cap gets a rap from his critics We knew we always gotta cry (Always gotta cry) Knew we always gotta live inside a lie (Live inside a, live inside a lie) Life's just a blast (Just a blast) It's movin' really fast (Really fast) You'd better stay on top Or life will kick you in the ass Follow me into a solo Remember that, kid So whatcha wanna do? And where you gonna run When you're starin' down the cable Of my ... mic pointed at your grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set It's like russian roulette When you're placin' your bet So don't be upset When you're broke and you're done Cause I'm 'onna be the one 'til I jet (I'm 'onna be the one 'til I jet) *I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately I know why you wanna hate me I know why you wanna hate me Now I know why you wanna hate me Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where they keep it It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning But everything happens for a reason (Everything happens for a reason) I don't even know what I should say Cause I'm an idiot, a loser, a microphone abuser I analyse every second I exist Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist And everybody wanna run (Wanna run) Everybody wanna hide from the gun (Hide from the gun) You take a rap through this life if you want But you can't take the edge of the knife (No, sir) And now you want your money back (Money back) But your denied cause your brains fried from the sack And there ain't nothin' I can do Cause life is a lesson You learn it when you're through * Repeat (Now... I... know... why...) Now I know why you wanna hate me ... Now I know why you wanna hate me (3x) Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately (3x) |
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from The Fast And The Furious (분노의 질주) by Brian Tyler [ost] (2001)
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti, Black, and BJ outta wait the fuck up here man.
Shit done hit the fan, let's do dis shit man. Fo real. Let's do it, what the fuck. There ain't nuthin else to be said. Yo, I got a empire with niggas with thug in they blood I admire dem niggas, My desire is figgas Rockland bitch, why hire some killas? Gotti heat like hail son and fire dem niggas Pop off 2 clips, Top off new six Rock frost blue wrist, still cop two bricks Cook crack in the pot, Push pats on the block Cock the glock, pop up like jack in a box He crazy insane, mommys say loco I even push 'caine when the blow is slow And when the dough got low, I got the high 'fo Back in the same hood on the block for 'mo Doorags, saggin pants, I'm baggin grams Niggas smokin the joke, and den laughin at "What if I get to blast a man?" Aw shit! Boo watch out! Oh shit, you capped dat nigga yo You think I just got nice? Well I been at niggas throats til it even got worse And I got hennessy and coke in my system Hot chicks, I fuck em and diss em I'm out to cop bricks, cut em and split em Put plenty in the bag, 20s on the jag I'm a big faced getter, you get panties and brag Fo Fo too heavy so I'm bustin the sag Slow dough, that's petty, I ain't fuckin wit dat It's fo real when I spit these bars And cats like "Damn, How dis lil nigga get new cars?" Stay high all day run around with thugs flippin pies all day Rockland Nigga, so you better make way cuz we comin for niggas Got guns? We ain't runnin from niggas, I know you heard dat! My real bitches! Sometimes I'm less than a bitch, never trustin a bitch I'd rather get head than be fuckin a bitch And it ain't nuthin different, that's the way we roll It be them lame ass niggas given dough to hoes Before I pay for a brick, she taste da shit Put her back on a bus wit it taped to her hips All my mommys rock Gucci If we in the whip, put the dope in her koochie All my chicks like Snoopy I like dykes dat like dykes But I don't like groupies I Use to like tootie, and dat's a fact for ya life I got chicks dat smoke, some roll dice Others like to fight, but they all love ice Hip hop niggas, they all thugs right? Nah, get dropped nigga, betta get plugged right Boo and Gotti true pimps, Rockland 4 life Get it right! Rockland! For life nigga! Boo and Gotti! |
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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
Fred: Who can be the boss? / Look up to the cross
Stranded in the land of the lost / Standin up, I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path / Runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal / Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes / Keep the media dykes As re-enforcements for the fight / And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? / (Method Man - Tical) Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now / (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!) I'm pluggin in them social skills / That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it / Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out Method Man: They call me big John stud My middle name mud / Dirty water flow / Too much for you thugs That can't stand the flood / What up doc? / Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot / Mr. Meth I'm unplugged / Learn Temperature's too hot for sunblock / Burn Playin with minds can get you state time Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? / Cause it's your blood / Murder is tremendous Crime is endless / Same shit different day / Father forgive us They know not what they do / Our praises do / I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo *Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! / Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! / Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! / What? What? Method Man: Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn Deadweight they dead wrong / Let's get it on / Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown? / Protect land with both pound Limp Bizkit / Get around like merry-go / What's the scenario? Comin' through your stereo / Why risk it Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted / Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious / Word on the street is / They bit my thesis Knocked out their front teethes / Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the baseline / To provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals / Hard as nails to the cubicle Where you find that monster / She beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit / Roll on the check / Kick a hole in the speaker / Pull the plug and inject Fred: Mic check So what's it all about? / Where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun / Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes / Limpin on the track with Method So get the sunblock / You get your one shot Until you dissolve / I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere prepare / You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare / Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone / But don't you forget you're in the zone (Method Man - So shut the fuck up!) / And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack / (Method Man - (Doodoo is doodoo) When it's way down like that / Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen / Never even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu-Tang Clan for the crown * repeat Method Man: It was over your head all day every day S-I-N-Y / 1-0-3-0-4 / Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T / Gotta know the time / Gotta know to rhyme It ain't easy bein greezy / In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness We gone / Peace Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all alone I can't do this / Feel it / You guys feel it out there? Check your head if you feel it / Hey, hey, hey Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think |
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