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May 25, 2008

Betapa Aku Cinta Padamu

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Papaparara..Ooo…Aa…Subidu

Dihati Ini
Hanya Dirimu
Yang Aku Sayang, Yang Aku Rindu
Setiap Saat
Setiap Waktu
Kuingin Engkau Slalu Ada Disisiku

Izinkan Aku Kecup Keningmu
Izinkan Aku Peluk Dirimu
Izinkan Aku Hadir Didalam Mimpimu
Betapa Aku Cinta Padamu
Betapa Aku Aku Ingin Dirimu
Yang Kan Menjadi Bagian Dari Hidupku, Oh..Kasih…

Papaprappp..Uu..Aa…..

Dihati Ini
Hanya Dirimu
Yang Aku Sayang, Yang Aku Rindu
Setiap Saat
Setiap Waktu
Kuingin Engkau Slalu Ada Disisiku

Izinkan Aku Kecup Keningmu
Izinkan Aku Peluk Dirimu
Izinkan Aku Hadir Didalam Mimpimu
Betapa Aku Cinta Padamu
Betapa Aku Ingin Dirimu
Yang Kan Menjadi Bagian Dari Hidupku, Oh..Kasih…

Terima Kasih Cinta

Filed under: Afgan — amahacita @ 3:37 am
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Tersadar didalam sepiku
Setelah jauh melangkah
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekap tanganmu

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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu

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ouuwwww…
ouuwwww…

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Everything Is Shady

Filed under: Eminem Lyrics — amahacita @ 2:48 am

Pussies
[More tired gunfire- scary!]
Fall in and get quoted yall
Yeah
It’s Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G’s up

Obie went plat
He back with another classic
50 went Diamond
Smashed twice bastards
D-12 multi back to back
Eminem the hardest sellin artist in rap
Stat quo the mixtape messiah
In the phantom
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin’ name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain’t no motherfuckin’ game nigga
I’m Cashis
Mixtape was a classic
Ep is a classic
LP is that shit
Dark park
Money and all
But much more
Told me go all out
Serve em all homeboy
I’m a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I’m the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To BP
This ain’t a crime family
This rap shit is a dream team

[Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose]
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin’
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin’
And now we comin’ for everybody who be hatin’
From 06 through in…
Everything is shady’s
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin’
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin’
And now we comin’ for everybody who be hatin’
From 06 through in…
Everything is shady’s

Kill the cash hard
Bout to smash frauds
Puttin’ fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin’ out
It’s shady game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I’m talkin’ to
Glad ya man did
You bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see
The 7 4 k
Sell the of cocaine
I’m a dopeman
Plus I’m holdin’ weight
Cause I’m the dope man
A west coast gangsta
Chi-town gold
Interstate runner
Watch me drive a brick through
And we ain’t backin’ down
Way past rappin’ now
Right before my album drop
My homeboys’ll clap you down

[Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose]
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin’
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin’
And now we comin’ for everybody who be hatin’
From 06 through in…
Everything is shady’s
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin’
But we been listenin to everything you been sayin’
And now we comin’ for everybody who be hatin’
From 06 through in…
Everything is shady’s

A born winner
Similar to familiar
County hound comin’ to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the 5th on ya
You all know it’s pussy
By Vivica
I’m the realest nigga
Ya wanna mob with me
If you a dealer nigga
You can get blocks from me
I hand rocks and jeans
The cream
Glocks and things
To mark seven
Throw 6
Got with the team
Now I’m on the scene
Reachin’ out
Bein’ a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more nitches
And place at the end of the plots
I hold niggas
Figures
Urban peaces, greases
Last week to the point a police was shot
And if niggas wanna know what I been bout lately
Nigga take it how ya want it
Rap with Shady

[Somebody who sounds like he's holding his nose]
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin’
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin’
And now we comin’ for everybody who be hatin’
From 06 through in…
Everything is shady’s
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin’
But we been listenin to everything that you been sayin’
And now we comin’ for everybody who be hatin’
From 06 through in…
Everything is shady’s

Everything is Shady’s
Up from the west coast
And the midwest
Cashis
Boast boy
Block boys
We pioneerin’ this
In the race to be legends
Cash
Tie die

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Murder

Filed under: Eminem Lyrics — amahacita @ 2:44 am

[ Intro ] [ Bizarre ]

Detroit, Motown
Hey, guess what
They gave us a soup bowl this year an you know what happened

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

Robbin, shootin’, killin’, murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)
Robbin, shootin’, killin’, murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)

[ Verse 1 ] [ Bizarre ]

Hennyed up, remmyed up, ski mask, black truck
Dickie outfit, passenger side (Mr Grip Pump), fuck it I just did 2 lines
A chrome tech nine, it’ll tear out niggas spine
It’s a party, go on in an have fun, cause after it’s over all you goin’ hear is (gunshots)
Shootin’, blassin’, hittin’ the floor, $10,000 in the safe, shit I’m about to score
Cause I’m dangerous off angel dust, shyt i’ll bust, even the nigga that came wit us
An this is for my niggas that be robbin’ an stealin’, carjackin, murder one’s an fucken drug dealin’s

[ Chorus ]

Robbin, shootin’, killin’, murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)
Robbin, shootin’, killin’, murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)

[ Verse 2 ] [ Kuniva ]

I stumble in the club blowed, 9mm cocked, somethins’ tellin’ me to stop, fuck it, I aint see the cops
nigga’s don’t believe it ’till they see it’s out, stupid motherfuckers wanna take a scenic route
now the heaters out, bitches scream like I pulled my penis out
Beggin’ me to put that big motherfucker away, but the demons out
Everybody on the floor, come out of that mink, come out of them diamonds an you come out of that valuer
Party is over, shut the fuck down, cut the music, matter of fact turn it back it up, shit I can use it
I need the noise, in case I have to let a couple off, saw another icy chain, walked over an tugged it off
Gimme that buttersoft, they say she buyin’ out the bar, you can buy my drinks for today an tomorrow
I’m out for the paper, my homie better hide them jewels, I’m in the game starvin’ an I playin’ by the rules

[ Chorus ]

Robbin, shootin’, killin’, murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)
Robbin, shootin’, killin’, murder (Murder, murdeeeerrrr)

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Pistol Pistol [Remix]

Filed under: Eminem Lyrics — amahacita @ 2:40 am

[Obie Trice (Eminem)]
(O trice common)
Yeah niggas got me
I’ma get em, it aint over

[Chorus - Obie Trice]
You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice
And I’m popin a clip, bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don’t hit, I’m not equipped to miss you
Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you
But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you
Cause I don’t go anywhere without my pistol pistol

[Verse 1- Obie Trice]
I, solemnly swear on my daughters tears
The nigga that got em in the head, and feel it before the year ends
Hope you inconspicuous my friend
Cause once the word get back, your in a world of sin
Bullets will hurdle at him
For try’in to murda whats been determined as the first solo African
And go platinum with an accident, happened that
But maggots I’m alive with vengeance to get back
My momma blood pressure was affected from that
My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time, exact now
Them nigga act wild
But when the mac come out, you niggas X out
Now I don’t wanna hear X, Y , Z
im X’n out your whole entity for try’in to kill meFilthy mother fuckers I’ll show you what real be
When these HTB‘s light up your kidneys
I’m so sincere, you seein it hurts this year
It’s not a verse it’s a curse from burse
And whats on your purse
And over hear, this is Obie here I’m clear
Niggers bewhere I’m commin at you with firearms an here
And your purpose on suprefinous, how can I be merciful
When mercamies is a mercenaries gold
Nigga I got paper, I’ll have your urgently exposed
No emergencies bringin back ur souls
Slugs shatter your bone for pat pat me in the dome
Learn is powderin
We catch him at home, he rome
That when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen
Another dirty mother fuckers gone, YEAH!

[Chorus - Obie Trice]
You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice
And I’m popin a clip, bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don’t hit, I’m not equipped to miss you
Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you
But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you
Cause I don’t go anywhere without my pistol pistol

(Gun shot (screams in background))
Second rounds on me
Robn’in, shoot’in. Kill’in, Murda
Oh shit run
Robn’in, shoot’in. Kill’in, Murda

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You Don’t Know

Filed under: Eminem Lyrics — amahacita @ 2:34 am

(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Ca$his)

[50 Cent] Yeah…

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don’t know
We run it
You know but you acting like you don’t know
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don’t know
We run it
You know but you acting like you don’t know

You know, you acting like you don’t know
I tear the club up fo’ sho’
This flow is gon’ bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don’t know

[50 Cent]
Now homie I say I run it (run it) cause I’m in control
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron
I have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ain’t shoulder leaning, I ain’t snapping and popping
Either I’m bobbin ma head or I’m just standing their watching
I’m a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid
And I protect what I got, I’m in the house with my blade
Nigga you front you gone get it, OK now maybe I said it
Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that shitty
You should see when I’m stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting
Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I’m holding
I’m just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game
I got my grimy Shady with me you front you gonna have to get me off your ass
I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha)
It’s not a big deal it’s nothing but some cash (let’s go)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don’t know
I tear the club up fo’ sho’
This flow is gon’ bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don’t know
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don’t know
I tear the club up fo’ sho’
This flow is gon’ bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don’t know

[Eminem]
When me and Fif got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It’s no pretend shit, it’s friendship, me nemesis is su nemesis
Ain’t for him, it’s just media, see to them it’s just images
But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out
When there’s beef you jus’ gotta know when to butt in and butt out
If there’s a problem we solve it, if we don’t resolve it
It usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it
We should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge with honor, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever’s holding the most current beef on their shoulders
And their soldiers got their backs ’til it’s over
But tonight, we ain’t coming here to beef with nobody
We came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
So it’s Shady Aftermizat back in that ass, you wizzass
Come hizzon what kinda fuzukin quizition is that

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Eminem]
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don’t know
I tear the club up fo’ sho’
This flow is gon’ bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don’t know
Who run it?
I say you know, you acting like you don’t know
I tear the club up fo’ sho’
This flow is gon’ bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don’t know

[Ca$his]
Pistol play ricochet, see where the victim lay
Slumped over bleeding J.F.K
Hays K to your chest plate cave
I ride to the death, do you rep that way?
Forever ima be a Shady 7-4 gangsta
Plus I survive everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumping in all beef
You keep talking shit now the squad called me

[Lloyd Banks]
Enough holding back the steam, Em let off a magazine
Dappadon Cappa queen mixed in with Cashis creams
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Telling ain’t my cup of tea, can’t tell I’m a fucking G
I’m on automatic when I’m at it, start static
And you splattered, shit shattered, I’m a walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit
And I’m always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon’ bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don’t know
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don’t know
I tear the club up fo sho
This flow is gon’ bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don’t know
Who run it?

[Tony Yayo]
You know who this is
Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath
Lloyd Bands, Cashis, Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50
It’s a movement, you can’t stop it
Talk of New York, Tony Yayo…

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The Re-Up

Filed under: Eminem Lyrics — amahacita @ 2:29 am

(feat. 50 Cent)

[Intro - Eminem]

[Beatboxing] Yeah, we should do something like that…

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady!

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

There’s never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
And it’s the, most sinister duo in the business
Once again its the, illest and realest killas
The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice
Drop them zeros and get with these heroes
Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us, and it’s
Not over ’till we say it’s finished and G-Unit spinners
Will keep spinnin’, this is Hip Hop when it’s in it’s
Truest form, the greatest, Hate us or love us
Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin’ those pins in us
Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is
The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is
And as sick as his music is, or was, still is
Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next
He’s already reconciled with his ex [reversed], a chainsaw and an axe
Jump a bitch’s desk, strangle her neck
While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the vex, yeah bring Shady on back
The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack
Resurrect, I never left, baby I’m bad
I’ve gone mad, my comrade Dre-zy automatically
He says I’m too broke to fix, way beyond that
I may be off drugs, but it’s made me off track
In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap
I ever do spit, I’ll never do shit, that’s that
Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I’m done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]

Nah, Em, tell ‘em to kiss my black ass, to clean parts, to shitty parts,
My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the Fif’ll tell you’re ass apart!
A game in this game, crush a motherfuckers free start,
Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch,
Different day, nothing change, it’s the same shit, trick,
Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on,
D’s searching the whip, glad I left the mac home,
Still grindin’, still shinin’, nigga lord knows,
You rocking wit the kid to spit sicker sick flows,
I carried Game’s style for nine months and gave birth to it,
Now I’m feeling like a proud father watching him do it,
E’eryday Dre day, front and cause a maylay,
Turn the town upside down with a frown upside down,
I smile through summan’ fowl, and watch my money pile,
I’m fuckin’ with strict stacks, I’m kickin’ you stripped fats,
I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back!

[Hook - 50 Cent (Eminem)]

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, Go ‘head, funky funk up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, I hit yo’ ass up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that’s what’s up! (Yeah!)
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, (It’s the Re-Up!)
Shady, Shady….

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We’re Back

Filed under: Eminem Lyrics — amahacita @ 2:25 am

(feat. Stat Quo, Obie Trice, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his)

[Intro]

Shady, we’re back

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

Nothin’ can stop and nothin’ can change it
you better just make new living arrangements,
if you think your the top and king of the castle
You about to get thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole
All I hear is, I’m best at this an I’m best at that,
but I don’t hear my name No man brought up in rap
and I don’t usually trip or dare get caught up in that
but when they say one of the best, I’m nowhere thought of as that
Not even the same league as Jay-Z
Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe they’ll name me
Somewhere down at the bottom right after AZ
or say “he ripped that Biggie verse or that Jay-Z
Yo, his verses were crazy on that Renegade beat
but I ain’t never bought no whole CD of Shady
And I all I hear is pop tunes come on the rad-i-o
And they play ‘em 20 times in a row daily”
And that very well may be the same reason they don’t say me
when they speak on hip-hop legends which has amazed me
Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
and make it big-big-big-big-b-baby

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]

So maybe the 80′s made me crazy, I been tryin’ to get my weight
up since the A Slim Shady gave me the gate key, paid the ways
So lately mind state’s get better each day, replay my relay race
when I was chasin’ the a fey at 18, 8 years later his voice in Beijing
no choice I chase cream so..

[Eminem]

Shady, we’re back

[Verse 3 - Stat Quo]

This is what I eat, sleep, breath an feed my kids whatever I feel my family needs
I treat the mic like the block, fought with my rocks an squeeze critics who expect me to under achieve
I just deal with the hate I receive, I rollin’ back my sleeves, ? show other bree with bran wrapped to
his knees?
An tell him suck my dick, take a bow an leave with a sack full of amar cheese, I found it hard to believe
Who the bullet perceive to be G’s an claim there runnin’ shit, nigga I run me
An as a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me, that same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E
Folk in the hood asking where I be, dawg I’m out in Hawaii, don’t like it drink my pee
Record songs for the Detox LP, feet don’t fail heat, niggas got me bent like cranberry and bellvee?
I’ma die wealthy, boss of the game, what the fuck they goin’ tell me, A-Town’s own tre, Aftermath Shady

[Eminem]

Shady, we’re back

[Verse 4 - Bobby Creek]

Y’all market y’all own block, they see me ???? that, rap game’s an old flame my nigga I want ‘em back
Like mic check, pimp for what it’s worth I got the right knit, sittin’ here excited by some shit that
ain’t right yet
No regret, live by a cold June, no bot, y’all niggas won’t be satisfied ’till I show ??, go out on the
limb with Em ’cause I’m with him, put a barrel to they apparel to you an some of them
Stand a chance at the dance without a bowtie, Shady Records re-introduced you niggas to multi, so
hot, all the light that they given me an the haters like a chauffer because it’s have driven me
To a view with a vendetta, I am the epitome, I don’t give a fuck about you nigga I’m just livin’ me
We the reason for the season so I’m just breezin’ through the track, nigga

[Eminem]

Shady

[Verse 5 - Cashis]

I can prove I’m here to somethin’ you never do, from hand to hand coke sales for my revenue
I ain’t been to a bucks an why I ain’t snuck a weapon through, there’s no
background reveals a 1-8-7-2, ’till the block I’m the truth, to the cops I’m the proof
And if a nigga’s still out there you just gotta shoot, I carry over my street ethics to the booth
In the Shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth, the difference between me an you, I already done an
lived the street life, niggas run away from it, you follow my life, in the Midwest blunted, pitchfork’s
held high, 4 5th by the stomach, you find me right now on the C.A. streets, I’m on the roof of the
building shootin’ at police, some of the homies feel opposition can’t kill me, I’ma walkin’ obituary,
death live in me, I take life through the pen by the way I’m see I’ll have you raped in the pen, like
American meat
I’m connected gettin’ weight, from MS-13 with SK’s, AR’s an Mini-14′s, I’m Ca$his, the last of
the real, were strapped on Prozac B’s and E pills, it’s the rap, got the block on tip, 2 ???? of crack
I’m in the light dark contract, Shady’s back, nigga

[Eminem]

Shady, we’re back
Ha, I told you we was back
Ha ha ha

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Shady Narcotics (Eminem Intro)

Filed under: Eminem Lyrics — amahacita @ 2:17 am

Yeah!
God damn!
Feels like a long time don’t it?
Did you miss us?
We missed you!

Shady Narcotics
It’s the Re up!
Pussies

And we’re back
Myself [gunshot]
D12 [gunshot]
50 cent [gunshot]
Obie Trice [gunshot]
Stat Quo [gunshot]

And I would also like to introduce. . .
The two newest members of the family
One goes by the name of Bobby Creek [gunshot]
The other goes by the name of Ca$his [gunshot], from orange county

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The Re-Up

Filed under: Album — amahacita @ 2:05 am
Shady Narcotics (Eminem Intro)
We’re Back
Pistol Pistol [Remix]
Murder
Everything Is Shady
The Re-Up
You Don’t Know
Jimmy Crack Corn
Trapped
Whatever You Want
Talkin’ All That
By My Side
We Ride for Shady
There He Is
Tryin’ Ta Win
Smack That [Remix]
Public Enemy #1
Get Low
Ski Mask Way [Eminem Remix]
Shake That [Remix]
Cry Now [Shady Remix]
No Apologies

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