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The Set Up

[Intro: Nas (Havoc)]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (no doubt)
To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker)
Check the shit
 
[Havoc]
Nine-six, Escobar 600
 
[Verse 1: Nas (Havoc)]
Check the shit
My mind's set, son got wet, I'm vexed really
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda been dealt with it
Them niggas sour, they put to much flour in their coke
And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY'RE BROKE
While we was gleamin', niggas was schemin'
Seen the ill Beamers beamin'
Triple-beam and doublin' cream had 'em fiendin'
To get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa
'Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster
Meet me in the Bridge, I'm bout to go loca'
Left my rat beggin' me to stay and stroke her
He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two MACs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober
I need some Henn to bend me over, my nigga Hav gotta soldier
It's gettin' down, it's goin' down kid (I got this, I got this)
I heard he might not live, I'm holdin' back tears
Told these broads to put it in gear
With two females that don't smile, diggin' they style, yo
What up son? These niggas done started somethin' wild
You know the clique well, Rhamel with the gold in his grill
Tried to get a name, holding the steel
I paid attention to the females
Maintained bitches when it get real
Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal
He said both hoes'll peel
Spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel
Point 'em out, smoke a Phil' then chill
I laid back, Escobar status
Knowin' The Firm got it cornered, we on it, shit we was born with
 
[Chorus: Havoc]
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
We finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
 
[Verse 2: Nas]
Hold it right there, pull over
That nigga right there inside the Rover
I knew he'd be right here, I told you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders
He's stuntin', after he left my man like that
Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
He never seen us, Sos' gave the MAC to Venus
And Vicious, lookin' delicious, handle yo' business
And step to him, shake your ass, try to screw him
Do what ya gotta do to get to him
A tight Parasuco with young faces
Can turn niggas Buttafuoco, of all ages
They was amused by the way they walked, way they talked
Only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, 'Could I have you?'
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him 'Don't grab, boo'
They started chattin', was only bout a minute, flat when
They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin'
We followed them pollyin', he thought the hoes were Somalian
Probably when they hit the Holiday Inn
I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them
We laid low about a hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow
We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'?
Sosa said 'Say no more', we started rollin'
Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin'
There the girls go, hurry up we out
In the 940, me, Sosa and two shorties
The punk niggas got murdered in the orgy
 
[Chorus: Havoc]
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
 
[Outro: Woman]
Q.B.C., Queensbridge motherfucker
Roping niggas up
Cause our clique is thick
Another day, another dollar
More money, more murder
Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house
 

Enemmän sanat lyrics artistin: Nas


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Don't let this moment end

Kiss me, hold me, touch me
Please don't let this moment end
At least 'till once again
Our hearts can be together
Please I'll never let you go
But still I need to know
This night will last forever

Oh please you know you own my heart
Just tell me where to start
Don't make me wait much longer
Oh please I know tonight's the night
It never felt so right
Just hold me in your arms and
Kiss me, hold me, touch me
Don't let this moment end

Please I'm begging you to stay
Just throw the world away
Pretend there's no tomorrow
And I, I'll never leave your side
Never let this feeling die
Just let our love grow stronger

Oh please you know you own my heart
Just tell me where to start
Don't make me wait much longer
Oh please I know tonight's the night
It never felt so right
Just hold me in your arms and
Kiss me, hold me, touch me
Can we make this moment last forever

Tell me if you feel the way I do
Please you know you own my heart
Just tell me where to start
Don't make me wait much longer

Oh please I know tonight's the night
It never felt so right
Just hold me in your arms and
Kiss me, hold me, touch me
Don't let this moment end
Oh please I know tonight's the night
It never felt so right
Just hold me in your arms
And kiss me

Minne vaan

Voi sua onneton
Minne menneet on?
Joutopäivät, ilonpäivät
Ei oo missään
Ei oo missään

Voi sua onneton
Missä kaikki on?
Tutut frendit, kulman kundit
Ei näy missään
Ei näy missään

Tän kaupungin burgerit
ja nää diskotkin,
kiitti kuitenkin

Minne vaan juosta saan,
jostain löydän huomisen
Hienomman, parhaimman
vielä sulle näytän sen
Kuulla saat, hurraavan
kundin jonon viimeisen

Voi sua onneton
Mihin menneet on?
Kultaiset bileillat
Ei oo missän
Ei oo missään

Tän kortteerin ihmiset
ja nää juorutkin,
niitti viimeisin

Minne vaan juosta saan,
jostain löydän huomisen
Hienomman, parhaimman
vielä sulle näytän sen
Kuulla saat, hurraavan
kundin jonon viimeisen

Pois alta!

Tän kaupungin burgerit
ja nää diskotkin,
kiitti kuitenkin

Minne vaan juosta saan,
jostain löydän huomisen
Hienomman, parhaimman
vielä sulle näytän sen
Kuulla saat, hurraavan
kundin jonon viimeisen
Minne vaan
Minne vaan
Minne vaan
Minne vaan
Minne vaan
Minne vaan
Minne vaan

If I had words

If I had words to make a day for you,
I'd sing you a morning golden & true
I would make this day last for all time
then fill the night deep in moonshine
 

Highwire

We sell them missiles, We sell them tanks
We give them credit, You can call up the bank
It's just a business, You can pay us in crude
You'll love these toys, just go play out your feuds
We got no pride, don't know whose boots to lick
We act so greedy, makes me sick sick sick
 
So get up, stand up, out of my way
I want to talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay?
I want to talk to the man right away
 
We walk the highwire
Sending the men to the front-line
And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
Of hot guns and cold, cold knives
 
We walk the highwire
Sending the men to the front lines
And tell them to hotbed the sunshine
With hot guns and cold, cold knives
 
Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk
Sometimes dictators need a slap on the wrist
Another Munich we just can't afford
We're going to send in the 82nd Airborne
 
Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay?
I want to talk to the boss right away
So get up, stand up, out of my way
I want to talk to the man right away
 
We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
And hoping we don't taste the shell-fire
Of hot guns and cold, cold knives
 
We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
Catching the fight on primetime
With hot guns and cold, cold knives
 
Get up! Stand up!
Dealer! Stealer!
Hey!
 
We walk the highwire
Sending the men to the front line
And hoping that we backed the right side
With hot guns and cold, cold knives
 
We walk the highwire
Sending men to the front line
And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold, cold, cold knives
 
We walk the highwire
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold knives