Stand Up For Love Lyrics
Clap your hands and let's groove Clap your hands, clap your hands There comes a time in every life There comes a day in every mind Now don't look back, don't look behind Stand up straight in your own time Stand up for love, every good man Stand up for love, and foolish man Stand up for love, and all the rich men Stand up for love, and all the proud men Stand up for love, stand up for love, stand up for love

f/ Lounge Mode, Solomon Childs



[Chorus: Cappadonna]

Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me

I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E

Mix coke with dust, still can hold me

What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?



[Lounge Mode]

Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's nothing

And my niggaz out in Brooklyn said Saddam was frontin'

Gotta squad, what you think, it ain't no guns or something?

Picture Me Rollin', holdin' less than a one or somethin'

You fake faggots, yeah we got that big automatic

Like, Bruce Willis and the Jackal type, yeah, right

You wanna see it? Then get on my nerves

Oh you live, and I'm gettin' money spit on my curb

In the hood where it get no harder, only tougher

Crack

Get On Your Feet Lyrics
GET ON YOUR FEET ---------------- (John De Faria, Jorge Casas and Clay Ostwald) You say I know it's a waste of time There's no use trying So scared that life's gonna pass you by Your spirit dying Not long ago I could feel your strength and your devotion What was so clear, is now overcast With mixed emotions Deep in your heart is the answer Find it, I know it will pull you

fiends suffer, baby moms, baby brother

Hustlin', still forty off a hundred packs

I'd rather lounge in the back of the bar

Me and my dog throw crack in the jar

Listen to this rap star, while I sit back in the car

And I told ya'll niggaz how the Staten rock

We don't, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shots

You get caught if you ask a lot, like you don't know

And where you at, then ya ass is got



[Chorus]



[Solomon Childs]

We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic

Conceived with slow jams by The Delfonics

At a level that you should of been years ago

Responsible usually for coke traffic, usually for broken bone tragic

Rest in peace, to Mayor Guliani's term

They say I'm wrong, shit
Open Season Lyrics
Feelings cold as ice, I never, never think twice Hunting down my prey - they die Cross my line of death and there's nothing else left Any way you choose - you lose Architect of pain, deadly is my middle name And I'm living proof - crime pays I'm a psychopath and I create the aftermath That sets the sun forever - on you Haven't you figured out it open season? I'll track you down and kill you for no apparent reason

Lover, You Should've Come Over Lyrics
looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water and maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong but tonight you're on my mind so you never know broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
on' stop, droppin' these joints

And ya'll fake ass niggaz, ya'll ain't gettin' no points

Don't try to sabotage me, cuz you just can't do it

You had me in the Square, last year, but you blew it

Big Donna from the group home, that's my word

Splash shots at your whip, splash shots at your bird

Leave your brains and your Gucci boots up on the curb

Pillage for life, Allah's will be the most superb

Smoke weed with the cannon, smoke the herb

So bow down, all you crab ass clowns you can't live

My gun's on empty, but it's more shots to give

I pop you like a slave cop, run in your crib

Throw darts at your wife, throw darts at your kid

Leave your house flooded with hits like O.J. did

Escapin' the crime scene and you love how I slid



[Chorus]