[John Legend]
Ohhhh, the fire, the fire
Ohhhh, the fire, the fire
[Chorus: John Legend]
There's something in your heart
and it's in your eyes
It's the fire, inside you
Let it burn
You don't say good luck
You say don't give up
It's the fire, inside you
Let it burn
[Black Thought]
Yeah, and if I'm ever at the crossroads
and start feeling mixed signals like Morse code
My soul start to grow colder than the North Pole
I try to focus on the hole of where the torch goes
In the tradition of these legendary sports pros
As far as I can see, I've made it to the threshold
Lord knows I've waited for this a lifetime
And I'm an icon when I let my light shine
Shine bright as an example of a champion
Taking the advantage, never copping out or cancelling
Burn like a chariot, learn how to carry it
Maverick, always above and beyond average
Fuel to the flame that I train with and travel with
Something in my eyes say I'm so close to having the prize
I realise I'm supposed to reach for the skies
Never let somebody try to tell you otherwise
[Chorus]
[Black Thought]
One love, one game, one desire
One flame, one bonfire, let it burn higher
I never show signs of fatigue or turn tired
cause I'm the definition of tragedy turned triumph
It's David and Goliath, I made it to the eye of
the storm, feeling torn like they fed me to the lions
Before my time start to wind down like the Mayans
I show 'em how I got the grind down like a science
It sounds like a riot on hush, it's so quiet
The only thing I hear is my heart, I'm inspired
by the challenge that I find myself standing eye to eye with
Then move like a wise warrior and not a coward
You can't escape the history that you was meant to make
That's why the highest victory is what I'm meant to take
You came to celebrate, I came to cerebrate
I hate losing, I refuse to make the same mistake
[John Legend]
Ohhhh, the fire, the fire
Ohhhh, the fire, the fire
[Chorus]
[John Legend]
Ohhhh, the fire inside you
The fire inside you
The fire inside you
The fire inside you
Creed Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Creed Soundtrack Lyrics
- The Roots - The Fire
- Meek Mill - Check
- Tessa Thompson - Grip
- Tessa Thompson - Shed You
- The Jay Vons - Days Undone
- Gedeon Luke - Gray
- Future - Commas
- Nas - Bridging The Gap
- Tessa Thompson - Breathe
- White Dave - In The Kitchen
- Joey Bada$$ - Curry Chicken
- Harold Melvin - Wake Up Everybody
- White Dave - Let You Know
- Ronnie Gesser - Throw Caution To The Wind
- White Dave - Intolerant
- Jhene Aiko - Fighting Stronger
- 2Pac - Hail Mary
- Krept - Don't Waste My Time
- Childish Gambino - Waiting For My Moment
- Meek Mill - Lord Knows
- Eearz - Work Yo Muscle
- Bill Conti - Gonna Fly Now
Writer: Tarik L. Collins, Ahmir K. Thompson, Richard A. Friedrich, Karl B. Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Meek Mill - Check
Counting all this money with my brothers
I've been counting all this money with my brothers
And I'mma get money motherf*cker
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
Jumping out them Rari's nigga do we have a problem
They say we ain't bout it wonder why they never tried us
We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers
F*cking up them 36's with 30 bitches
No love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor
The way we ball they know we richer
I feel like Richard, put her on pay fo
Get that G like 30 pictures
Look at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga
I only shop if its in blood nigga
And hold that chopper like a grudge nigga
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Count up that money they know we balling for sure
We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor
I tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga f*ck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow
I do what I want to I go places that you can't go
Leaning in my motherf*cking Phantom like a Kangol
I f*ck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet
You f*ck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check
She could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect
Let her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers
Lookin' like we came up on the plug nigga
Pick that f*ck that check up in the club
And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga
I'm talking young niggas, drug dealers
Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga
This the hit they love nigga
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
I've been counting all this money with my brothers
And I'mma get money motherf*cker
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
Jumping out them Rari's nigga do we have a problem
They say we ain't bout it wonder why they never tried us
We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers
F*cking up them 36's with 30 bitches
No love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor
The way we ball they know we richer
I feel like Richard, put her on pay fo
Get that G like 30 pictures
Look at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga
I only shop if its in blood nigga
And hold that chopper like a grudge nigga
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Count up that money they know we balling for sure
We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor
I tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga f*ck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow
I do what I want to I go places that you can't go
Leaning in my motherf*cking Phantom like a Kangol
I f*ck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet
You f*ck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check
She could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect
Let her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers
Lookin' like we came up on the plug nigga
Pick that f*ck that check up in the club
And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga
I'm talking young niggas, drug dealers
Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga
This the hit they love nigga
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power f*cking up a check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches f*cking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Writer: JASON ANDRE MCDERMOTT, ISRA ANDJA-DIUMI LOHATA, ANDREW JOHN MCHUGH, JEROME WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tessa Thompson - Grip
Grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip me
I might give a little
But you can't take it all
I might try to run,
But just to make you follow
I like it when ya
Grip
Grip
Grip
(I like it when ya)
Grip, grip me
Got you right where i want
I can see it all
Don't hold back keep it coming
No I don't wanna start
I like it when ya
Grip, grip, grip
I like it when ya
Grip, grip me
Don't let me go, let me go
Take me to the floor to the floor
I need more I need more
You know I like it when you
Grip
Grip
Grip
I like it when ya
Grip, grip me
I like it when ya
I might give a little
But you can't take it all
I might try to run,
But just to make you follow
I like it when ya
Grip
Grip
Grip
(I like it when ya)
Grip, grip me
Got you right where i want
I can see it all
Don't hold back keep it coming
No I don't wanna start
I like it when ya
Grip, grip, grip
I like it when ya
Grip, grip me
Don't let me go, let me go
Take me to the floor to the floor
I need more I need more
You know I like it when you
Grip
Grip
Grip
I like it when ya
Grip, grip me
I like it when ya
Writer: BRIAN JOHN DUFFY, DAVID GREENFIELD, HUGH ALAN CORNWELL, JEAN JACQUES BURNEL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tessa Thompson - Shed You
Everywhere I go...
Everywhere I shed what we just shared.
Everywhere I go...
There's pieces of you there.
There's no way to know...
'Til number one, we'll be holding here.
Tonight I'll catch your throws...
So you can have me here.
Shed you, I shed you.
I wanna give ya all!
Shed you, I shed you.
I wanna give ya all!
Wanna give ya all!
Wanna give ya all!
I was once allowed...
Used to be a cross that I would bear.
Now I'm letting go...
And let in the care.
I swear the way you hold...
Hold me makes me a little less scared.
A few steps from the phones...
You can shed me bae.
Shed you, I shed you.
I wanna give ya all!
Shed you, I shed you.
Wanna give ya all!
Shed you!
Shed you!
Why would I?
Shed you!
Shed you!
Wanna give ya all!
Shed you!
Shed you!
Why would I shed you?
Shed you!
Shed you!
Why would I?
I wanna shed you!
And I...
Wanna give ya all!
Everywhere I shed what we just shared.
Everywhere I go...
There's pieces of you there.
There's no way to know...
'Til number one, we'll be holding here.
Tonight I'll catch your throws...
So you can have me here.
Shed you, I shed you.
I wanna give ya all!
Shed you, I shed you.
I wanna give ya all!
Wanna give ya all!
Wanna give ya all!
I was once allowed...
Used to be a cross that I would bear.
Now I'm letting go...
And let in the care.
I swear the way you hold...
Hold me makes me a little less scared.
A few steps from the phones...
You can shed me bae.
Shed you, I shed you.
I wanna give ya all!
Shed you, I shed you.
Wanna give ya all!
Shed you!
Shed you!
Why would I?
Shed you!
Shed you!
Wanna give ya all!
Shed you!
Shed you!
Why would I shed you?
Shed you!
Shed you!
Why would I?
I wanna shed you!
And I...
Wanna give ya all!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Jay Vons - Days Undone
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Gedeon Luke - Gray
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Future - Commas
Fake nigga lie to a real nigga, that's just some shit that you don't do
I'ma stay riding for my real niggas, that's just some shit that I'm gon' do
F*ck all the commas, let's f*ck up some commas nigga
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's do that shit random
Yeah, Future
Future Hendrix, it's some shit you don't do
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
F*ck up the lumber, I'm hot like a sauna, yeah
The burner is on me, can't play with that money, yeah
I'm f*cking with shorty, I'm loving the way that she f*cking me, yeah
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Throw my cup yeah, I just bought my plug, yeah
Full of mud yeah, niggas full of them drugs, yeah
Feeling real right yeah, I'm on same thing as Mike, yeah
Bought a lil' ice yeah, I wanna beat that dope like Ike, yeah
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Smoke the first 48 hours, grind 22 and sleep 2 hours
Put 24's on the new Audi, white on white like baby powder
Drop ya bitch off at Fulton County, might count it up and then re-count it
Double Cup like Tunechi, bust it down with these goonies
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the Konvicts
The coupe look like Akon, f*ck all that bum shit
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Fit it, critic, get it, hit it, run it, drill it, wet it, I'm in it, really
Split it fifty-fifty, ball, Reggie, ready, set, go
Throw that money in the air, watch it fall to the floor
Heard ya ordered up some racks, need to order up some more
Audemar, yeah, eighty on the watch, yeah
Katy Perry yeah, servin' Katy Perry, yeah
I should ball yeah, I should break you off, yeah
Break you off yeah, made myself a boss, yeah
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Let's have a money shower right now, oh
Let's have a money shower right now, oh
Let's have a money shower right now, let's go
Let's have a money shower right now, let's go
Let's have a money shower, oh, oh, oh, oh
Forty thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou'
A million, Hendrix
I'ma stay riding for my real niggas, that's just some shit that I'm gon' do
F*ck all the commas, let's f*ck up some commas nigga
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's do that shit random
Yeah, Future
Future Hendrix, it's some shit you don't do
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
F*ck up the lumber, I'm hot like a sauna, yeah
The burner is on me, can't play with that money, yeah
I'm f*cking with shorty, I'm loving the way that she f*cking me, yeah
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Throw my cup yeah, I just bought my plug, yeah
Full of mud yeah, niggas full of them drugs, yeah
Feeling real right yeah, I'm on same thing as Mike, yeah
Bought a lil' ice yeah, I wanna beat that dope like Ike, yeah
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Smoke the first 48 hours, grind 22 and sleep 2 hours
Put 24's on the new Audi, white on white like baby powder
Drop ya bitch off at Fulton County, might count it up and then re-count it
Double Cup like Tunechi, bust it down with these goonies
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the Konvicts
The coupe look like Akon, f*ck all that bum shit
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Fit it, critic, get it, hit it, run it, drill it, wet it, I'm in it, really
Split it fifty-fifty, ball, Reggie, ready, set, go
Throw that money in the air, watch it fall to the floor
Heard ya ordered up some racks, need to order up some more
Audemar, yeah, eighty on the watch, yeah
Katy Perry yeah, servin' Katy Perry, yeah
I should ball yeah, I should break you off, yeah
Break you off yeah, made myself a boss, yeah
F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower
Let's have a money shower right now, oh
Let's have a money shower right now, oh
Let's have a money shower right now, let's go
Let's have a money shower right now, let's go
Let's have a money shower, oh, oh, oh, oh
Forty thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou'
A million, Hendrix
Writer: Gary Hill, Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Howard Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nas - Bridging The Gap
[Nas talking]
"The light is there."
[Intro: Olu Dara singing]
See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
[Verse 1: Nas]
Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey --
Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered
Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it
But I'm still number one, everyday real
Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel
'Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss
Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi
Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy
Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap
The history of music on this track
Born in the game, discovered my father's music
Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain
But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids
Some are well-known, some doin' bids
I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks
If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo
[Olu Dara singing]
Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!)
Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
[Verse 2: Nas]
The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues
Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's
Old school, new school, know school rules
All these years I been voicin' my blues
I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart
Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent
But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with
Books to read, like X and stuff
'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia
In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of
Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up
'Cause none'a them would like my style
Read more books than the curriculum profile
Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child
'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"
[Olu Dara singing]
Greatest man ? The great-greatest man alive
[Verse 3: Nas]
Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone
He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home
Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu
Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to
[Olu Dara singing]
I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique
Madagascar, Paris, Greece
The Middle Africa is where we lived
Better known as Queenbridge
[Nas]
Nas, Nas you don't stop
Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop
Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop
From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop
Tell 'em Pop
[Outro: Olu Dara singing / Nas adlibbing]
See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know)
I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild)
Ended up in New York City (Yeah!)
Where I had my first child (That's me)
I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!)
All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy)
I told him as a youngster
He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
Rest In Peace Ray Charles
"The light is there."
[Intro: Olu Dara singing]
See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
[Verse 1: Nas]
Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey --
Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered
Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it
But I'm still number one, everyday real
Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel
'Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss
Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi
Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy
Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap
The history of music on this track
Born in the game, discovered my father's music
Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain
But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids
Some are well-known, some doin' bids
I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks
If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo
[Olu Dara singing]
Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!)
Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
[Verse 2: Nas]
The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues
Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's
Old school, new school, know school rules
All these years I been voicin' my blues
I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart
Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent
But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with
Books to read, like X and stuff
'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia
In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of
Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up
'Cause none'a them would like my style
Read more books than the curriculum profile
Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child
'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"
[Olu Dara singing]
Greatest man ? The great-greatest man alive
[Verse 3: Nas]
Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone
He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home
Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu
Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to
[Olu Dara singing]
I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique
Madagascar, Paris, Greece
The Middle Africa is where we lived
Better known as Queenbridge
[Nas]
Nas, Nas you don't stop
Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop
Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop
From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop
Tell 'em Pop
[Outro: Olu Dara singing / Nas adlibbing]
See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know)
I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild)
Ended up in New York City (Yeah!)
Where I had my first child (That's me)
I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!)
All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy)
I told him as a youngster
He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop)
Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive!
Rest In Peace Ray Charles
Writer: OLU DARA, NASIR JONES, SALAAM REMI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Tessa Thompson - Breathe
Breathe
The hand that holds, the heart that holds me down
Breathe
The feeling that we had is nowhere now
Breathe
And hope that someday it comes back around
Breathe
I need to be received by something
Breathe
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
Breathe
The hand that holds, the heart that holds me down
Breathe
The feeling that we had is nowhere now
Breathe
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
The hand that holds, the heart that holds me down
Breathe
The feeling that we had is nowhere now
Breathe
And hope that someday it comes back around
Breathe
I need to be received by something
Breathe
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
Breathe
The hand that holds, the heart that holds me down
Breathe
The feeling that we had is nowhere now
Breathe
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
Writer: LUDWIG GORANSSON, DONALD GLOVER, TESSA THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
White Dave - In The Kitchen
I hope this letter finds you
Wherever you may be
Cause I mailed some awhile back
And they were all returned to me
Ain't nothin' I can tell you bout the hometown
Everything changes, but nothing's new
Just Sunday night at the kitchen table
Finishin' a beer and thinkin' of you
And I still work the same job
Just live with my mom for free
Cause ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave
Well, I heard a rumor that you got married
Though you swore that you never would
I guess you finally got your own kids now
You ever tell em bout the old neighborhood?
Like the time we stole your dad's car
Drove all night down Imperial Highway
You kept sayin', "Maybe we should turn around"
And I said, "It don't take much to get away"
But I still work the same job
Just live with my mom for free
Cause ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave
Guess that's all that I've got to tell you
I guess things turned out how they're meant to be
I just hope that this letter finds you
But until then I'll just keep it with me
And I still work the same job
Just live with my mom for free
Cause ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave
Wherever you may be
Cause I mailed some awhile back
And they were all returned to me
Ain't nothin' I can tell you bout the hometown
Everything changes, but nothing's new
Just Sunday night at the kitchen table
Finishin' a beer and thinkin' of you
And I still work the same job
Just live with my mom for free
Cause ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave
Well, I heard a rumor that you got married
Though you swore that you never would
I guess you finally got your own kids now
You ever tell em bout the old neighborhood?
Like the time we stole your dad's car
Drove all night down Imperial Highway
You kept sayin', "Maybe we should turn around"
And I said, "It don't take much to get away"
But I still work the same job
Just live with my mom for free
Cause ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave
Guess that's all that I've got to tell you
I guess things turned out how they're meant to be
I just hope that this letter finds you
But until then I'll just keep it with me
And I still work the same job
Just live with my mom for free
Cause ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Joey Bada$$ - Curry Chicken
[Skit:]
Like "Oh he's broke! I told you he was broke! I told you he ain't got no money", or you know this and that or whatever whatever. Then you'll see some other people, you'll put that you're here in this house, "Oh Joey done made it! He bought a crib! He this, he that". So it's all a story. It's a perception that people make for you, along the way. So it's not really what it necessarily is at any point or given at time, and that's the thing that concerns me
[Intro:]
Break it down
We break it down like
Joey Bad he break it down like
My nigga Fly he break it down like
My nigga Statik break it down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-2 [x4]
Alright [x4]
Uh
[Verse 1:]
First things first is I been rehearsing these verses
In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat
But I know one day I'm earning me some platinum and some gold
And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat
And tell my mama "Oh no," your purses will never run low
No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor
You would purchase the store
So here I go, your little man has got to grow
I'm walking out the door
My mama just be smiling, cause she know
I got my back and got her worried
Only thing she ask is that I hurry
Home in time for Christmas for some dinner
Seen you on TV again, boy you lookin' thinner
But you lookin' like a winner, aye
[Hook:]
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
Then you give back, then you, then you give back
[Verse 2:]
Worst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purse
Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt
But ever since birth I knew I would be something on this Earth
So now I spit that dope, that sh*t be hittin' ya nerve
And to my Papa my word is my bond
When you held me in your arms
Did you know along that a star was born?
Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name ring alarms
Nearly 20 years later we on a plane to The Palms
[Bridge:]
I gotcha back and got her worried
Only thing I ask is for some Curry
Chicken when we land we eatin' dinner
Mama seen me on TV again lookin' thinner
But I'm lookin' like a winner, aye
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
[x2]
Break it down
Like "Oh he's broke! I told you he was broke! I told you he ain't got no money", or you know this and that or whatever whatever. Then you'll see some other people, you'll put that you're here in this house, "Oh Joey done made it! He bought a crib! He this, he that". So it's all a story. It's a perception that people make for you, along the way. So it's not really what it necessarily is at any point or given at time, and that's the thing that concerns me
[Intro:]
Break it down
We break it down like
Joey Bad he break it down like
My nigga Fly he break it down like
My nigga Statik break it down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-2 [x4]
Alright [x4]
Uh
[Verse 1:]
First things first is I been rehearsing these verses
In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat
But I know one day I'm earning me some platinum and some gold
And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat
And tell my mama "Oh no," your purses will never run low
No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor
You would purchase the store
So here I go, your little man has got to grow
I'm walking out the door
My mama just be smiling, cause she know
I got my back and got her worried
Only thing she ask is that I hurry
Home in time for Christmas for some dinner
Seen you on TV again, boy you lookin' thinner
But you lookin' like a winner, aye
[Hook:]
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
Then you give back, then you, then you give back
[Verse 2:]
Worst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purse
Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt
But ever since birth I knew I would be something on this Earth
So now I spit that dope, that sh*t be hittin' ya nerve
And to my Papa my word is my bond
When you held me in your arms
Did you know along that a star was born?
Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name ring alarms
Nearly 20 years later we on a plane to The Palms
[Bridge:]
I gotcha back and got her worried
Only thing I ask is for some Curry
Chicken when we land we eatin' dinner
Mama seen me on TV again lookin' thinner
But I'm lookin' like a winner, aye
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
[x2]
Break it down
Writer: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Patrick Baril
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Harold Melvin - Wake Up Everybody
Wake up everybody no more sleepin' in bed
No more backward thinkin' time for thinkin' ahead
The world has changed so very much
From what it used to be
There is so much hatred war an' poverty
Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way
Maybe then they'll listen to whatcha have to say
'Cause they're the ones who's coming up and the world is in their hands
When you teach the children teach em the very best you can
The world won't get no better if we just let it be
The world won't get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me
Wake up all the doctors make the ol' people well
They're the ones who suffer an' who catch all the hell
But they don't have so very long before the Judgment Day
So won'tcha make them happy before they pass away
Wake up all the builders time to build a new land
I know we can do it if we all lend a hand
The only thing we have to do is put it in our mind
Surely things will work out they do it every time
The world won't get no better if we just let it be
The world won't get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me
Change it yeah, change it yeah, just you and me
Change it yeah, change it yeah
Can't do it alone, need some help y'all
Can't do it alone
Can't do it alone yeah, yeah
Wake up everybody, wake up everybody
Need a little help y'all
Need a little help
Need some help y'all
Change the world
What it used to be
Can't do it alone, need some help
Wake up everybody
Get up , get up, get up, get up
Wake up, come on, come on
Wake up everybody
No more backward thinkin' time for thinkin' ahead
The world has changed so very much
From what it used to be
There is so much hatred war an' poverty
Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way
Maybe then they'll listen to whatcha have to say
'Cause they're the ones who's coming up and the world is in their hands
When you teach the children teach em the very best you can
The world won't get no better if we just let it be
The world won't get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me
Wake up all the doctors make the ol' people well
They're the ones who suffer an' who catch all the hell
But they don't have so very long before the Judgment Day
So won'tcha make them happy before they pass away
Wake up all the builders time to build a new land
I know we can do it if we all lend a hand
The only thing we have to do is put it in our mind
Surely things will work out they do it every time
The world won't get no better if we just let it be
The world won't get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me
Change it yeah, change it yeah, just you and me
Change it yeah, change it yeah
Can't do it alone, need some help y'all
Can't do it alone
Can't do it alone yeah, yeah
Wake up everybody, wake up everybody
Need a little help y'all
Need a little help
Need some help y'all
Change the world
What it used to be
Can't do it alone, need some help
Wake up everybody
Get up , get up, get up, get up
Wake up, come on, come on
Wake up everybody
Writer: VICTOR CARSTARPHEN, JOHN WHITEHEAD, GENE MCFADDEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
White Dave - Let You Know
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Ronnie Gesser - Throw Caution To The Wind
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White Dave - Intolerant
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Jhene Aiko - Fighting Stronger
[Intro]
Oohhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhh
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
Ohhhhhhhhhh
[Verse 1: Jhene Aiko + Childish Gambino]
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Ohhhhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you so deep in the light, ohh
Ohhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you into the night
Ohhhh
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Waiting for my moment, it's now or never
Heartbroken and hopeless, it's now or never
Down on my life, felt like dyin's better, for our
Don't come round here tryna find yourself
Belly of the beast, boolin', only God can help
I woke up with a vendetta this mornin'
Rise and shine, demise of my mind and I'm haunted
That's why y'all I'm still yawnin'
My pride won't die til I'm dormant
Show me where the war at
It's death threats on my door mat
I'm selfish, I need all that
No accolade escape
See I be sittin' in the grave
'Fore I be sittin' in the cage
Asked Ali what's the price of war
Asked God why momma made me poor
Ask police why they hunt me down
We fight to live and fight for sport
I try to give, they ask for more
I back away, they turn they back
Lifestyle of talented and black
Back on the roads, I must react
This my story
Yeah this is my story
Oohhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhh
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
Ohhhhhhhhhh
[Verse 1: Jhene Aiko + Childish Gambino]
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Ohhhhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you so deep in the light, ohh
Ohhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you into the night
Ohhhh
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Waiting for my moment, it's now or never
Heartbroken and hopeless, it's now or never
Down on my life, felt like dyin's better, for our
Don't come round here tryna find yourself
Belly of the beast, boolin', only God can help
I woke up with a vendetta this mornin'
Rise and shine, demise of my mind and I'm haunted
That's why y'all I'm still yawnin'
My pride won't die til I'm dormant
Show me where the war at
It's death threats on my door mat
I'm selfish, I need all that
No accolade escape
See I be sittin' in the grave
'Fore I be sittin' in the cage
Asked Ali what's the price of war
Asked God why momma made me poor
Ask police why they hunt me down
We fight to live and fight for sport
I try to give, they ask for more
I back away, they turn they back
Lifestyle of talented and black
Back on the roads, I must react
This my story
Yeah this is my story
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
2Pac - Hail Mary
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride or die?)
Follow me (la, da-da-da, la-la, la-la)
Eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sowed it
Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin' fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams, in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and f*cked in this shit
Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit
And plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
F*ck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble
We ballin' catch me father please, cause I'm fallin'
In the liquor store pass the Hennessy, I hear ya callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do?
One life to live but I got nothin' to lose
Just me and you on a one way trip to prison
Sellin' drugs, we all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs
To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart
Now Hail Mary, nigga
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin' 'round half dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai
Chronic, mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me, thug-livin', gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy
Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherf*cker
Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers
On the regular, mashin' in a stolen Black Ac' Integra
Cocked back, sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya feet first
You've got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt
Needin' work and I ain't the nigga to put you on
'Cause word is bond, when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn
That's when sun came up, it's only one way up
Hold your head, stay up
To all my niggas, get your pay and weight up
If it's on then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now? (we've been travelin' on this weary road)
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la (sometimes life can take a heavy load)
Come with me (but we ride, ride it like a bullet)
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see (Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
What do we have here now? (we won't worry, everythin' well curry)
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la (free like the bird in the tree)
Come with me (we won't worry, everythin' well curry)
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see (yes, we free like the bird in the tree)
What do we have here now? (we runnin' from the penitentiary)
Do you want to ride or die? (this is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary)
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la (Hail Mary)
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Westside, Outlawz
Makaveli the Don, Solo
Killuminati, The 7 Days
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride or die?)
Follow me (la, da-da-da, la-la, la-la)
Eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sowed it
Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin' fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams, in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and f*cked in this shit
Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit
And plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
F*ck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble
We ballin' catch me father please, cause I'm fallin'
In the liquor store pass the Hennessy, I hear ya callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do?
One life to live but I got nothin' to lose
Just me and you on a one way trip to prison
Sellin' drugs, we all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs
To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart
Now Hail Mary, nigga
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin' 'round half dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai
Chronic, mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me, thug-livin', gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy
Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherf*cker
Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers
On the regular, mashin' in a stolen Black Ac' Integra
Cocked back, sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya feet first
You've got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt
Needin' work and I ain't the nigga to put you on
'Cause word is bond, when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn
That's when sun came up, it's only one way up
Hold your head, stay up
To all my niggas, get your pay and weight up
If it's on then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now? (we've been travelin' on this weary road)
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la (sometimes life can take a heavy load)
Come with me (but we ride, ride it like a bullet)
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see (Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
What do we have here now? (we won't worry, everythin' well curry)
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la (free like the bird in the tree)
Come with me (we won't worry, everythin' well curry)
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see (yes, we free like the bird in the tree)
What do we have here now? (we runnin' from the penitentiary)
Do you want to ride or die? (this is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary)
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la (Hail Mary)
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Westside, Outlawz
Makaveli the Don, Solo
Killuminati, The 7 Days
Writer: Tyrone J. Wrice, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Joseph Paquette, Yafeu A Fula, Bruce Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Krept - Don't Waste My Time
[ Featuring Konan ]
[Konan]
If she ain't f**king, she got to go
Tell her 'don't waste my time'
Police want to stop me, search my clothes
Tell em 'don't waste my time'
If it ain't money I ain't involved
Tell em 'don't waste my time'
Wasteman waffling down my phone
Tell em 'don't waste my time' (nah nah nah)
Tell em don't waste my time (kaboom)
Tell em don't waste my time (oh yeah)
Tell em don't waste my time (nah)
Tell em don't waste my time (nah nah nah)
Tell em don't waste my time (kaboom)
Tell em don't waste my time (behave)
Tell em don't waste my time (da)
Tell em don't waste my time (nah nah nah)
[Krept]
Pray to the Lord nigga
In this cold world, I'm a born sinner
We pour liquor
Girl come Hova, it's all jigga
Chicks wanna holla, can't be my baby mama
Cos I don't need that drama
Unless she Rihanna
Most of you arseholes are bummy
I'll pop her cherry now she calling me Papi
She asking me what's on my body
Versace, Versace, Versace (Lord)
Been that guy since Oxide Neutrino (man)
Bound 4 da, Bound 4 da reload (damn)
Dickhead's as big as my ego (bam)
Man will give her the D on the d low
[Hook]
[Konan]
Pretty girl on my left
Pretty girl on my right
South side of that river
Tell em don't waste my time (kaboom)
Troubz rolled up and he's buzzing
Screaming out if they ain't with us then f**k 'em
Excuse my French, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
"Nigga I ain't worried bout nothin', haaan"
Gig shows, stacking dough
VIP lounge full of ratchet hoes
Them boys talking bout trapping O's
F**k boys probably still jacking phones
Roll up in my AJ slippers
Wanna fire? Hit 'em first, yeah I Ray J niggas
No chase, no chase till I taste straight liquor
Got my kids in her mouth, That's a play date nigga
[Hook]
Writer: Casyo Johnson, Karl Wilson, Faleh Mohammed Rahman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Childish Gambino - Waiting For My Moment
[Intro]
Oohhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhh
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
Ohhhhhhhhhh
[Verse 1: Jhene Aiko + Childish Gambino]
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Ohhhhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you so deep in the light, ohh
Ohhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you into the night
Ohhhh
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Waiting for my moment, it's now or never
Heartbroken and hopeless, it's now or never
Down on my life, felt like dyin's better, for our
Don't come round here tryna find yourself
Belly of the beast, boolin', only God can help
I woke up with a vendetta this mornin'
Rise and shine, demise of my mind and I'm haunted
That's why y'all I'm still yawnin'
My pride won't die til I'm dormant
Show me where the war at
It's death threats on my door mat
I'm selfish, I need all that
No accolade escape
See I be sittin' in the grave
'Fore I be sittin' in the cage
Asked Ali what's the price of war
Asked God why momma made me poor
Ask police why they hunt me down
We fight to live and fight for sport
I try to give, they ask for more
I back away, they turn they back
Lifestyle of talented and black
Back on the roads, I must react
This my story
Yeah this is my story
Oohhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhh
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
f**k is he doing here?
Ohhhhhhhhhh
[Verse 1: Jhene Aiko + Childish Gambino]
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Fighting hard, fighting strong
Fighting harder and stronger
Ohhhhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you so deep in the light, ohh
Ohhhhhh
I will fight for you
I will hold you into the night
Ohhhh
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Waiting for my moment, it's now or never
Heartbroken and hopeless, it's now or never
Down on my life, felt like dyin's better, for our
Don't come round here tryna find yourself
Belly of the beast, boolin', only God can help
I woke up with a vendetta this mornin'
Rise and shine, demise of my mind and I'm haunted
That's why y'all I'm still yawnin'
My pride won't die til I'm dormant
Show me where the war at
It's death threats on my door mat
I'm selfish, I need all that
No accolade escape
See I be sittin' in the grave
'Fore I be sittin' in the cage
Asked Ali what's the price of war
Asked God why momma made me poor
Ask police why they hunt me down
We fight to live and fight for sport
I try to give, they ask for more
I back away, they turn they back
Lifestyle of talented and black
Back on the roads, I must react
This my story
Yeah this is my story
Writer: LUDWIG EMIL TOMAS GORANSSON, VINCE STAPLES, DONALD GLOVER, RYAN COOGLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Meek Mill - Lord Knows
[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
[Meek Mill:]
Lord knows I'm filthy rich
All this ice is like 50 bricks
Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
I give my b**ch a stack just for a Christmas gift
My b**ch so bad she on my Christmas list
Remember I prayed I really wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
I with some niggas that remember we took some risks for this
I'm talking risky business flick the wrist
Lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows that if I get penned for this
I prolly won't get home until I'm 56
They said I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars
I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
They spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying
The middle of the church at your wake, no I'm lying
I just came from jail, ain't do no crying
They put me through hell, sharpened my iron
I did my push-ups and roared with the lions
Like hold up, from balling I'm tired
I'm back in this b**ch and I'm back on my sh*t
Man they tell me be humble I'm cocky as hell
Shout out my b**ches that answered my calls
When I called to collect cause it got me through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
It made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up and slowed my album up but I did not give up
Cause I knew I would prevail
Came in the game Philly as sh*t
Look at these rappers they silly as sh*t
I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
But f**k 'em because I am not feeling their sh*t
Difference between me and most of these rappers
I'm talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip
That I really done drove
Really was froze in my hood and these b**ches I really did hit
Really was chose came up from nothing
And now they like how he make millions so quick
I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa
I done seen b**ches I'm f**kin' on Oprah
In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa
A brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca
No way
[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
[Meek Mill:]
Niggas can't see me with binoculars on
Back of the Maybach, shottas on
And all my niggas keep choppers on
Don't reach round me that's a chopper zone
Every time you be on count, what the topic on?
250 thou what I dropped it on
See y'all think it's a game 'til Fox be on
Seeing then momma picking out boxes for 'em
I want everything got my own boxers on
Own headphones to get my popping on
I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
Steady moving on these niggas get my boxing on
All I ever hear from niggas what they prolly doing
But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
All black Rottweiler that Givenchy on
Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
And the windows down like see y'all later
Mirror tint on that b**ch so you could see y'all hating
Champagne cork pop like we all made it
Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it
Money don't make it real
Don't give a f**k if its 80 mil, pussy
And just cause you got a Bentley
That Bentley won't make you thorough, pussy
Still hating me from my city
I'm thinking is they for real, pussies
Cause all I got to say is kill
They'll come in like Navy Seals
That's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block
And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you f**k niggas talking
Lately I've been on this money
Don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
I heard you said you was running this city
I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
Niggas be popping that sh*t like they with it
When niggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pussy
[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
[Meek Mill:]
Lord knows I'm filthy rich
All this ice is like 50 bricks
Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
I give my b**ch a stack just for a Christmas gift
My b**ch so bad she on my Christmas list
Remember I prayed I really wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
I with some niggas that remember we took some risks for this
I'm talking risky business flick the wrist
Lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows that if I get penned for this
I prolly won't get home until I'm 56
They said I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars
I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
They spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying
The middle of the church at your wake, no I'm lying
I just came from jail, ain't do no crying
They put me through hell, sharpened my iron
I did my push-ups and roared with the lions
Like hold up, from balling I'm tired
I'm back in this b**ch and I'm back on my sh*t
Man they tell me be humble I'm cocky as hell
Shout out my b**ches that answered my calls
When I called to collect cause it got me through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
It made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up and slowed my album up but I did not give up
Cause I knew I would prevail
Came in the game Philly as sh*t
Look at these rappers they silly as sh*t
I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
But f**k 'em because I am not feeling their sh*t
Difference between me and most of these rappers
I'm talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip
That I really done drove
Really was froze in my hood and these b**ches I really did hit
Really was chose came up from nothing
And now they like how he make millions so quick
I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa
I done seen b**ches I'm f**kin' on Oprah
In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa
A brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca
No way
[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
[Meek Mill:]
Niggas can't see me with binoculars on
Back of the Maybach, shottas on
And all my niggas keep choppers on
Don't reach round me that's a chopper zone
Every time you be on count, what the topic on?
250 thou what I dropped it on
See y'all think it's a game 'til Fox be on
Seeing then momma picking out boxes for 'em
I want everything got my own boxers on
Own headphones to get my popping on
I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
Steady moving on these niggas get my boxing on
All I ever hear from niggas what they prolly doing
But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
All black Rottweiler that Givenchy on
Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
And the windows down like see y'all later
Mirror tint on that b**ch so you could see y'all hating
Champagne cork pop like we all made it
Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it
Money don't make it real
Don't give a f**k if its 80 mil, pussy
And just cause you got a Bentley
That Bentley won't make you thorough, pussy
Still hating me from my city
I'm thinking is they for real, pussies
Cause all I got to say is kill
They'll come in like Navy Seals
That's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block
And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you f**k niggas talking
Lately I've been on this money
Don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
I heard you said you was running this city
I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
Niggas be popping that sh*t like they with it
When niggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pussy
[Tory Lanez:]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
Writer: ROBERT WILLIAMS, DANIEL GUILLERMO GONZALEZ, DAYSTAR PETERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Eearz - Work Yo Muscle
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Bill Conti - Gonna Fly Now
Trying hard now
it's so hard now
trying hard now
Getting strong now
won't be long now
getting strong now
Gonna fly now
flying high now
gonna fly, fly, fly...
it's so hard now
trying hard now
Getting strong now
won't be long now
getting strong now
Gonna fly now
flying high now
gonna fly, fly, fly...
Writer: AYN ROBBINS, CAROL CONNORS, BILL CONTI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Creed: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack is a soundtrack album for the 2015 film Creed, which features music by various artists. The album was released on November 20, 2015, through Atlantic Records.
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Hip hop, R&B, film score Length: 69:38
Released: November 20th, 2015
Year: 2015