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Everybody Wants To Be Famous

Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I'm calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be-
 
I think it could be me
The world's too small for me
My face up in your face
My face on every screen
 
Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I'm calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be-
 
I think that you and I
Could set the world alight
Cause we're all stars tonight
Just need to figure out why
 
Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I'm calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be famous
 
Everybody wants, nobody's ashamed
Everybody wants you to know their name
Everybody wants, nobody's ashamed
Everybody wants to be famous
Everybody wants, nobody's ashamed
Everybody wants you to know their name
Everybody wants, nobody's ashamed
Everybody wants to be famous
Everybody wants, nobody's ashamed
Everybody wants you to know their name
Everybody wants, nobody's ashamed
Everybody wants to be famous
 
Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I'm calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn't matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be famous
 

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Spellbound

Ooohh, Spellbound...
 
I know it sounds abnormal, I don't know if it does scare me
'cause everywhere you are is where I want to be
A surreal kind of seduction, bounds me towards you
And I have no control but to submit to you
 
-Chorus- x2
You got me movin'
In and out
Jumping' up and down
And there's no way to stop
As head spins round and...
In and out
Jumping' up and down
And there's no way to stop
'cause it's just like I'm spellbound
 
'cause it's just like I'm spellbound
Oooh ooh spellbound
Baby...
 
It's a very strange sensation, as the bass vibrates through me
I feel like I'm on a major rush of ecstasy, ooohh oooh
What's this obsession, why do I become unglued
When all you have to do is walk into the room
 
-Chorus- x2
You got me movin'
In and out
Jumping' up and down
And there's no way to stop
As head spins round and...
In and out
Jumping' up and down
And there's no way to stop
'cause it's just like I'm spellbound
 
Spellbound, so spellbound
 
-Chorus- x2
You got me movin'
In and out
Jumping' up and down
And there's no way to stop
As head spins round and...
In and out
Jumping' up and down
And there's no way to stop
'cause it's just like I'm spellbound
 
'cause it's just like I'm spellbound
Oooh, 'cause it's just like I'm spellbound
 

The Comancheros

The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land
 
Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go he had to run
When he shot down the judge's son
Yes, he shot Judge Scofield's son
 
With the dark of night he left that town
Never to return again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
The Comancheros are takin' this land
 
And then the Comancheros came a-ridin' through the night
Stealin' and a-killin' takin' everything in sight
Nothin' left behind but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land
 
I'll cover every inch of the ground where I stand
I'd die before I'd run
I'm not afraid of any living man
And here I'll make my stand
With a gun I'll make my stand
 
He rode into the Comanchero town
Like a wild man on the run
Before he'd leave they'd all be dead
They'd die by his blazin' gun
They died by his blazin' gun
 
And then the Comancheros came a-ridin' through the night
Stealin' and a-killin' takin' everything in sight
Nothin' left behind but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land
 

How About Some Hardcore

(HOOK)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?
 
(Yeah, we like it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep
With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, you best bet is to chill
And do yourself a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, money grip, it'll cost ya
Make you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Last Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation
I packs my gat, I gotta stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin' sweet
Go get your muthafuckin' hammer
And act like you want drama
I send a message to your mama
'Hello, do you know your one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been marked for death
He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome
I left him stiffer than a tombstone'
 
(HOOK)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
How about some hardcore?
 
(Yeah, we like it rugged in the ghetto)
I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm packin heavy metal
A rugged underground freestyler
Is Li'l Fame, muthafucker, slap, Li'l Mallet
When I let off, it's a burning desire
Niggas increase the peace cause when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop niggas like drawers
Niggas'll hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's
I'm talkin titles when it's showtime
Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury help line
I bust words in my verse that'll serve
Even on my first nerve I put herbs to curbs
I ain't about givin niggas a chance
And I still write shit to make my brother wanna get up and dance
Front, I make it a thrill to kill
Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real
Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes
So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice
Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and hard more
(Yeah!)
 
(HOOK)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
 
[Verse Three: Billy Danzenie]
Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker
That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother
I gets dough from the way I flow
And before I go
You muthafuckas gonna know
That I ain't nothin to fuck with - duck quick
I squeeze when I'm stressed
Them teflons'll tear through your vest
I love a bloodbath (niggas know the half)
You can feel the wrath (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.)
B-i-l-l-y D-a-n-z-e
N-i-e, me, Billy Danzenie
(Knock, knock) Who's there? (Li'l Fame)
Li'l Fame who? (Li'l Fame, your nigga)
Boom! Ease up off the trigger
It's aight, me and shorty go to gunfights
Together we bring the ruckus, right?
We trump tight, aight?
I earned mine, so I'm entitled to a title
(7 fuckin' 30) that means I'm homicidal
 
(HOOK)
How about some hardcore?
(Yeah, we like it raw!) (4x)
 
Yo, I scream on niggas like a rollercoaster
To them wack muthafuckas, go hang it up like a poster
Niggas get excited, but don't excite me
Don't invite me, I'm splittin niggas' heads to the white meat
Try to trash this, this little bastard'll blast it
Only puttin niggas in comas and caskets
I ain't a phony, I put the 'mack' in the -roni
I leave you lonely (Yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie)
Up in your anus, I pack steel that's stainless
We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll make you famous
I mack hoes, rock shows and stack dough
Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthafuckas like five-o
I'm catchin other niggas peepin', shit, I ain't sleepin
I roll deep like a muthafuckin' Puerto-Rican
So when I write my competition looks sadly
For broke-ass niggas I make it happen like Mariah Carey
I got shit for niggas that roll bold
Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad soul
I'mma kill em before I duck em
Because yo, mother made em, mother had em and muthafuck em
 
Knowmsayin?
Li'l Fame up in this muthafucka
Givin shoutouts to my man D.R. Period
[Name]
Lazy Laz
My man Broke Ass Moe
The whole Saratoga Ave
Youknowmsayin?
Representin for Brooklyn
Most of all my cousin Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace
[ Billy Danzenie ]
Danzenie up in this muthafucka
I'd like to say what's up to the whole M.O.P
Brooklyn, period
Them niggas that just don't give a fuck
[ O.G. Bu-Bang
Bet yo ass, nigga
Hey yo, this muthafuckin Babyface Nelson
Aka O.G. Bu-Bang
Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole muthafuckin M.O.P. boyyeee
 

Song for Ireland

Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts
Soar Black Head against the sky, between the rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland

Talking all the day with true friends, who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news, singing songs to pass the night away
Watched the Galway salmon run like silver dancing darting in the sun
Living on your western shore saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day in old pubs, where fiddlers love to play
Someone touched the bow, he played a reel, it seemed so fine and gay
Stood on Dingle beach and cast - in wild foam we found Atlantic Bass
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light
Lying where the Falcons fly, they twist and turn all in you ever blue sky
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and I sang a song for Ireland