50 cent before i self destruct

50-Cent, super talented writting and directing this video...

Beyonce - Sweet Dreams Video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbGV2_8Yqg4

Sweet Dreams lyrics
Songwriters: Butler, Richard Preston J; Jonsin, Jim; Knowles, Beyonce; Scheffer, James; Wilkins, Wayne;

Turn the lights on

Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy you're my temporary high

I wish that when I wake up you're there
To wrap your arms around me for real
And tell me you'll stay by side

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Tattoo your name across my heart so it will remain
Not even death can make us part
What kind of dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

Michael Jackson - Thriller in HD - full version exclusive

Michael Jackson Public Stockholm tribute(Beat it)

Fugees - Ready or Not lyrics & video

"Ready or Not"

[CHORUS:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.

[CLEF:]
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
Those who fake, they break,
When they meet their 400 pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyupin' on their horse
I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week.
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist.
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends,
A born again hooligan only to be king again.

[LAURYN:]
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress
If you don't smoke sess, lest.
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo
Voo Doo,
I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME
Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone
And defacating on your microphone.

[Chorus:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly

[LAURYN'S INTERLUDE]

You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew's gonna know
You can't hide from the block, oh no.

[PRAZ:]
Ready or not, refugees takin' over
The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die,
Toss me high - only puff la,
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

[Chorus (Lauryn) REPEAT 3X:]

Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make You Want Me

Luniz - I got five on it video and lyrics

Chorus:
creep on it, on it, on it, on it
woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five

(Yukmouth)
player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that likes to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies
spit loogies
when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it,
but it ain't enuff on it
go get the s the t-i-d-e-s
never the less,
I'm hella fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like ping pong,
I'm gone,
beatin' my chest like King Kong,
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
Konw Me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' that let my friend hit bit
unless you pull out the fat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
causs fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
and if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin' pains than Maggie
cause homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie

Chorus:
Chorus:
I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and IM TOW BACK
I got five on it,
PARTNA lets go half on a sac

(Knumskull)
I take sacks to the face, whenever I can,
don't need no cruch I'm so keyed up, 'till the joint be burnin' my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh
hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup, dont babysit that
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin' cause you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it,
cause I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

Chorus

(Knumskull)
hey, make this right mate
stop at the light mate,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, I fade
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashies
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
foggy windows,
soggy Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

(Yukmouth)
been smoked,
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the O-A-K the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the E-S-O,
drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeza
and everybody's blowed ahh, I'm da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
kick in fee, cause where I be's we need half like Unfoofoo

Carlos Santana, Maria Maria lyrics and video

Carlos Santana ft. Wyclef Jean and Jerry Wonder

Ladies and gents
turn up your sound system to the
sound of carlos santana and the GMB
(Surprada)
Ghetto people- from the Refugee Gang

oh Maria Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She living the life just like a movie star


oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yea ,yea
Played by Carlos Santana


Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick pocking on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer
The poorer is getting poorer


See mi y Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter
Somebody just said see you later


Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (east coast)


Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (west coast )

oh Maria Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star


oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar,
Played by Carlos Santana

I said a la fella los colores
The streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire
Mi cosa la esperanza


Se mira Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky
Hoping of days of paradise


Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (north side)

Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula
(south side)

Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula ( world wide)

Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula ( open up ur eyes )


Maria you know you're my lover
When the wind blows I can feel you
Through the weather and even when we're apart
It feels like we're together maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star


oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar,
Played by Carlos Santana

Puttin them up yo
Carlors Santana with the refugge gang
wyclef jerry my dog Mr santana GMB
yo carlos u makein that guitar cry.

John Mayer performing Human Nature Michael Jackson Memorial Tribute

Michael Jackson - They don't care about us) official prison version

"They Don't Care About Us"

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Linkin Park "New Divide" lyrics & video

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New Divide lyrics
Songwriters: Bennington, Chester Charl; Bourdon, Robert; Delson, Brad; Farrell, Dave; Hahn, Joseph; Shinoda, Mike;

I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide

There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide

In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you'd deny
And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide
Across this new divide, across this new divide