Tekst :
Tu coleccionista de cancionesDame razones para vivir
Tu la dueña de mis sueños
Quedate en ellos y hasme sentir
Y asi en tu misterio poder descubrir
El sentimiento eterno.
Tu con la luna en la cabeza
En lugar en donde empieza
El motivo y la ilusion de mi existir
Tan solo tu solamente, quiero que seas tu
Mi lucura, mi tranquilidad y mi delirio, mi compas y mi camino
Solo tu solamente quiero que seas tu
Y pongo en tus manos mi destino por que
Vivo para estar siempre, siempre, siempre
Contigo amor......
Tu coleccionista de canciones
Mil emociones son para ti
Tu lo que soñe en mi vida entera
Quedate en ellay hasme sentir
Y asi ir transformando la magia de ti
En un respiro del alma
Tu con la luna en la cabeza
En lugar en donde empieza
El motivo y la ilusion de mi existir
Tan solo tu solamente, quiero que seas tu
Mi lucura, mi tranquilidad y mi delirio, mi compas y mi camino
Solo tu solamente quiero que seas tu
Y pongo en tus manos mi destino por que
Vivo para estar siempre, contigo........
Ya no queda mas espacio en mi interior
Has llenado de ti cada rincon
Es que por ti que con el tiempo mi alma
Siente diferente...
Solo tu, solamente, quiero que seas tu
Mi lucura, mi tranquilidad y mi delirio, mi compas y mi camino
Solo tu solamente quiero que seas tu
Y pongo en tus manos mi destino por que
Vivo para estar siempre, siempre, siempre
Contigo amor......
Tekst :
[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let s go)
Mr. Meth, you re so Def, you put them other M.C. s out to rest (that s right)
And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let s go)
[Method Man]
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I m gettin thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain t one army can Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know there s No Doubt
I m trill, sick with it, it s like ill
That s the only way to explain these mic skills
On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
The more steel, the more bodybags to fill
Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga
I tried to quit puffin before, but I m no quitter
If honey show me her buns, I ll show her my ones
If the bed rockin , keep knockin and I mma cum
Want some, take some, I get it crunk
Speak junk, I ll slow up your road with speed bumps
[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]
When they play this in the club (say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)
Ya ll don t really really want that (say what?)
And for whatever muthafucka, don t like it (say what?)
Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
Are ya ll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
[Method Man]
You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
And if your feelin lucky, duck, then press ya ll luck
Ya ll got me effed up, over tracks overreact
Once I start, like a bullet, ain t no holdin me back
I m all that and two mac s, ya ll fakin jacks
When I cock back like Busta Bust and make em clap
Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends
Got to get it, and when I m gone
Ya ll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I m comin home
I m poison, see my skull and crossbones
Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones
And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain t no game, there s no contest
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain
I guess that should explain why I given the dope name
Ain t nothin free, everything got a fee
How the fuck you got a car and ain t got a pot to pee?
I ma grown man, so I do grown man things
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It s Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I m number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady
It s all good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya ll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya ll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya ll gon learn huh
When I burn son, stick a fork in him he s done
And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
For the right CREAM, the ll do anything you say
She Ice Cream, I m caked up with icing
Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream
[Chorus]
[Outro: P. Diddy]
Let s work... come on
Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy
Hitmen baby, let s work, come on
Let s work, come on, yeah
Uh, let s work... aiyo pass that nigga
Joe Hooker, I see you, let s work, yeah
Tekst :
I met Jane at the center of the earthIt was dark there was dirt all around
But I gather you can figure that
Jane says I m your body in the night
And I ll lead you where you might find yourself
Better if you follow me
So go right you ll be left at a big hotel
You ll meet the devil at the bottom of a wishing well
You know you better give him something
Give him something good
Like everybody else he s misunderstood
Jane says it s a long way out...
I m gonna make it out
Cause I m about her
Jane says, you re as Holy as a ghost,
But who loves you the most, if you offer
I might let you carry me
Jane there s nobody here but yourself
In the end it s the wealth of your spirit
Now hurry up get on with it
I went left I got right at some big hotel
There was a devil at the bottom of the wishing well
He said you better give me something
Give me something good
Like everybody else I m misunderstood
Jane says it s a long way out
I m gonna make it out
Cause I m about
Jane says it s a long way out
I m gonna make it out
I took a guess and cut a portion out of my heart
He said that s nowhere close enough but it s a damn good start
I wrote the secret that I buried on the wishing well wall
He said I ve seen one... it follows that I ve seen them all
We spoke of human destination in a perfect world
Derived the nature of the universe (found it unfulfilled)
As I took him in my arms he screamed I m not insane
I m just looking for someone to understand my pain...
It s a long way out...
I m gonna make it out