KANYE WEST (w/ Pete Rock, Jay-Z, Charlie Wilson, Kid Cudi) LYRICS - The Joy

[Chorus]
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh

[Kanye West]
I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
that are not A&R's in the cheap office
rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us
gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
now there's crumbs all over the damn place
and she want me to cum all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood
cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
taking refills of that plan B pill
another shorty that won't make it to the family will
If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
they ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
but I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

[Chorus]
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh

[Kanye West]
No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto
you know the demo, ya boy act wild
you ain't get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
what's more tripped out though is they sisters
nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
they momma, named them after white bitches
no next time you see me on your fallopian
though the Jewerly's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
stupid questions like "Is he gon' be dope again?"
Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?
this beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag the Holy Trinity
in the mirror where I see my only enemy
your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity

[Chorus]
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh

[Jay-Z]
This is my momma shit
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama shit
afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips
pink champel, Valentine L
Bally's on my feet help me balance out well
that and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
give all glory to Gloria, they said "you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior"
we victorious, they'll never take the joy from us

[Kid Cudi]
Keep you hands up, get mine up
don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay

MAINO (f/ T-Pain) LYRICS - All The Above

[Chorus - T-Pain:]
Tell me what do you see
When you looking at me
(woooahhhh)
On a mission to be
What I'm destined to be
(woooahhhh)
I done been through the pain and the sorrow
The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love)
I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
And all the above
All the above [x7]

[Verse 1 - Maino:]
Listen
Really what do you see
When you looking at me?
See me come up from nothing,
To me living my dreams
I done been to the bottom,
I done suffered a lot,
I deserve to be rich,
Headed straight to the top
Look how I ride for the block,
Look how I rep for the hood,
I get nothing but love now
When I come through the hood
Getting this fortune and fame
Money aint going to shame
The new benz is all white,
Call it John McCain
How the hell could you stop me?
Why in the world would you try?
I go hard forever,
That's just how I'm designed,
That's just how I was built
See the look in my eyes?
You take all of this from me,
And I'm still gon' survive
You get truth from me,
But these rappers gon' lie
I'm a part of these streets
Till the day that I die
I wave hi to the haters,
Mad that I finally done made it
Take a look and you can tell
That I'm destined for greatness

[Chorus]
Tell me what do you see
When you looking at me
(woooahhhh)
On a mission to be
What I'm destined to be
(woooahhhh)
I done been through the pain and the sorrow
The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love)
I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
And all the above
All the above [x7]

[Verse 2 - Maino:]
It's easy to hate,
It's harder to love me
Ya'll don't understand,
Ya'll quickly to judge me
Put your foot in my Nikes,
Picture you livin' my life,
Picture you stuck in a cell,
Picture you wasting your life,
Picture you facing a charge,
Picture you beating the odds,
Picture you willing to bleed,
Picture you wearing the scar
Thank you for making me struggle,
Thank you for making me grind
I perfected my hustle,
Tell me the world ain't mine
You've been seein' me lately,
I'm a miracle baby
I refuse to lose
This what the ghetto done made me
I put that on my father
Tryna hope for tomorrow
When I think that I can't,
I envision Obama,
I envision the diamonds,
I envision Ferraris
If the world was perfect,
All my niggas behind me
Ain't you happy I made it?
That I'm making a statement?
Take a look and you can tell
That I'm destined for greatness

[Chorus]
Tell me what do you see
When you looking at me
(woooahhhh)
On a mission to be
What I'm destined to be
(woooahhhh)
I done been through the pain and the sorrow
The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love)
I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
And all the above
All the above [x7]

[Verse 3 - T-Pain:]
Now if you come to the spot (spot)
All the way from out on the block (block)
I hustle hard cause it's all the same
And you know that grind don't stop
Just 'cause I rose to the top
And everybody knows my name
Still grindin (still grindin),
Still hustlin (still hustlin)
No more pain (no more pain),
No more sufferin (no more sufferin)
To my ladies and my shorties and my thugs,
Just start dancing and shine in the love

All the above [x7]

CREED LYRICS - Overcome

Don't cry "victim" to me
Everything we are and used to be
Is buried and gone
Now it's my turn to speak
It's my turn to expose
And release what's been killin' me

I'll be damned
Fighting you... it's impossible
Impossible
Say goodbye with no sympathy

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
Knock me down, throw me to the floor
There's no pain; I can't feel no more
I'm entitled to overcome
Overcome

Finally see what's beneath
Everything I am and hope to be
Cannot be lost
I'll be damned
Fighting you...you're impossible
Impossible
Say goodbye with no sympathy

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
Knock me down, throw me to the floor
There's no pain; I can't feel no more
I'm entitled to overcome
Overcome

You'll never know what I was thinking before you came around
Take a step, take a breath, put your guard down
I cannot worry anymore 'bout what you think of me
I may be crazy but I'm buried in your memories

I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
Knock me down, throw me to the floor
There's no pain; I can't feel no more
I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
I'm entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
I'm entitled to overcome

I may be crazy but I'm buried in your memory

ALESHA DIXON LYRICS - Breathe Slow

I'm running out of patients coz I can't believe
What the hell I'm hearing (hearing, hearing)
And speaking of hell
It don't compare to this heat that I am feeling

I love you too much
It shows, all my emotions go
Out of control
When I can hardly see
From the tears that flow

Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
Coz ladies take it in
And get comp oh oh oh sure
Before I lose it get comp oh oh oh sure
I am gonna breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
Coz ladies take it in
And get comp oh oh oh sure
Ladies never lose comp oh oh oh sure

Not gonna lie
Or even try
You've got my wheel spinning (spinning, spinning)
And I ain't the one to show
The gun, 'coz that means you will be winning oh yeah

I love you too much
It shows, all my emotions go
Out of control
Good for you bad for me
When I can hardly see
From the tears that flow

Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
Coz ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh sure
Before I lose it get comp oh oh oh sure
I am gonna breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
Coz ladies take it in
And get comp oh oh oh sure
Ladies never lose comp oh oh oh sure

Somebody better hold me back
You're lucky I know how to act
(so lucky ain't gonna attack)
I'm being calm and cool
But believe me you
It's taking everything to just breathe
Breathe, breathe

Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
Coz ladies take it in
And get comp oh oh oh sure
Before I lose it get comp oh oh oh sure
I am gonna breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
Coz ladies take it in
And get comp oh oh oh sure
Ladies never lose comp oh oh oh sure

Uhhh uuuhhh
Comp oh oh oh sure

LIL' WAYNE (f/ Rick Ross) LYRICS - John (If I Die Today)

[Lil Wayne]
Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black nigga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthafuck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah