Tekst :
Some girls are fair,Some are jolly and fit.
Some have a well-bred air,
Or a well-honed wit.
Each one s a jewel,
With a singular shine.
A work of art,
With it s own rare design.
Dear little girl,
You are terribly blessed.
But it s your heart of gold
I love the best.
CHORUS:
And that will be your crowning glory,
Your whole life through.
It ll always be your crowning glory,
The most glorious part of you.
(Pop Up-Tempo Beat Begins To Play)
JULIE ANDREWS:
Some boys can waltz.
RAVEN:
Some guys can groove.
JULIE ANDREWS:
Strike an elegant pose.
RAVEN:
Wear the really hip clothes.
JULIE ANDREWS:
Some seem to have no faults.
RAVEN:
But we never like those.
JULIE ANDREWS:
No, we don t.
RAVEN:
He ll praise your eyes.
JULIE ANDREWS:
Your melodious laugh.
BOTH:
Call you more lovely than others by half.
JULIE ANDREWS:
The one who s right.
RAVEN:
My gorgeous prince.
JULIE ANDREWS:
Will be honest and true.
RAVEN:
He ll believe in me, too.
JULIE ANDREWS:
And prize your heart of gold the way I do.
CHORUS:
He ll know that will be your crowning glory,
Your whole life through.
Your love will see that it s your crowning glory,
The most glorious part of you!
And you!
And you!
And you!
That will be your crowning glory,
Darling, when they tell your story,
They ll call your heart of gold your crowning glory,
The most glorious part of you.
Tekst :
But I would ve loved to hearA Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
That shit would ve been incredible
[Big Pun talking]
Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen
We have our day, you know?
I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, cause in this world I m dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain t no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y all know who killed em filled em with the lugars from they Rugers
or they Desert, dyin ain t the shit but it s pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
Apoligies in order, to T Yanna my daughter
If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can t hear it
Competition still fear it, shit don t ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
[Chorus: Freeway]
Nigga still gotta get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home
I grew up in the crime zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo stressed
Mo money, mo drama you know a nigga keep his armor
Cause the streets are killin
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
The penalty is death, especially when I m mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle
Slap a coffin on the saddle
and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain t sayin nuttin
If ain t blazin somethin with the mac I m in the shack bakin muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast ll make you jump if you come close
Pun spoke, ain t no more debatin; my Squad been waitin
for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin
An orgi-nation of veterans built
with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
Invest in the real, don t get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
We blessed with the will to never surrender
cause my every agenda s in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
It s my world
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun
Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run
Crack pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out
I m in that caddy with my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap
And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs
Listen, don t make me hurt you I m just givin the facts
On that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near you
My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans
And no it s not the Feds, man papi s home
And papi got it good, he could put you on
Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops
Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocks
Crack a chestize em, right besides em
In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn t surprise em
We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
And niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don t give a...
Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you
All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal
I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
Then they call the shit the bomb smack
Word to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever
The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never
[Notorious B.I.G.]
This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
be Mor-gan than Freeman
I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, cause when I flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
Niggaz can t bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly (what)
To old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it s cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize
in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit
When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin
Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
Me and Sean Combs takin broads home
On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life s the shit
Tekst :
Intro: Jermaine DupriB Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y all know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit you can t fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn t cause I m back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
[Da Brat]
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls...
[Nortorious B.I.G.]
Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I m so, so remarkable,
Flow to make you motherfuckers know
Ain t an MC coming close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...
Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I never knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don t care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
when I m pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no human being, Korean or European
be seein what Big be seein , I leave em peein
in they draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see
the Notorious B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one tote a gun with no hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we ll be rapping at your motherfuckin eulogy, so ...
Chorus
Jermaine Dupri:
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...
[Da Brat]
I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent them platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn t find nuthin but truth, in the hook B
You re pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain t no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin mass, his pimpin ass, his glass is full of Moet
The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
Rolling off swoll on chrome 17
Chorus
Outro: Jermaine Dupri
Lay back, listen to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you want
Get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go