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Phil Collins - Love Songs A Compilation Old and New CD 1-2

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Phil Collins - Love Songs A Compilation Old and New CD 1-2

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Phil Collins - Love Songs A Compilation (Old & New)-2CD

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Phil Collins - Love Songs 2004 2CD 1 470 kbps.part2.rar

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Phil Collins - Love Songs 2004 2CD 1 470 kbps.part2.rar

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bone thugs n harmony ft phil collins
Bone Thugs N Harmony ft. Phil Collins Home BONE THUGS N HARMONY F/Phil (More) Bone Thugs N Harmony ft. Phil Collins Home BONE THUGS N HARMONY F/Phil Collins "Home" [Layzie Bone] I been stuck in the struggle And I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble I'm gettin' caught up in the touch Instead of usin' my muscle And everytime I extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle Sometimes I sit and I wonder If a nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' In this world where nobody don't give a damn But I'm still a man Got a soul program I'ma pump my fist I'm stayin' ready for this And you can put this on Wish I never seen the abyss And when I needed a ride You wouldn't give me a lift And now I'm poppin' my cris You niggas all on my dick I wanna change the world You wanna change ya life I wouldn't a put up a fight If I knew it was trite They say everything happin' for a reason Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin' Needin' general assistance Out here needin' public housing Out here tryna make ends meet Tryna get on their feet But see ?? so cloudy And I know what you don't know You better get on your mission and get down for your dough See the real niggas ready out here taken control See I'm screamin' out Mo' With my pockets on swoll Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house Quit bringin' distrust to my spouse Casuse I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out If you niggas try to run up on the Bone I'ma show you like this I'ma pull out my chrome I don't wanna have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home [Chorus] [Phil Collins] Take, take me home Cause I dont remmeber Take, take me home Cause I dont remember [Krayzie Bone] Home,Home,Home,Home,Home, Home,Home,Home,Home,Home Please take me home When I'm lookin' at my money now Thinkin' back when I was livin' foul I was runnin' wild, sur-vi-ving On some nine-to-five And even puttin' overtime if I had to grind I was stayin' up, slangin' up, hangin' up on the block Duckin' dozens of them cops clocked on the night shift Didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto But we finally made it Still dedicated to the music we made yeah Now it's on Bone Thug Leave alone, came back the next year Number 1 platinum song it blew up from the go And what do you know (Oh no) Eazy, rest his soul Left us in the mess, I don't regret it But we better get up and get it, go Everythang's gon' wrong Since you left Bone ain't nothin' been right I knew it woulda been on We woulda been tight We would of been in the zone ridin' so high Hopin the game find us light See we used to love makin' music We was always in the studio, groovin' We kept it movin', we was ready to do it (Right) But you know I'm goin' through it And ain't feelin this rap thing right now They got me trippin' ready to flip They got me trippin' ready to come get my chips They got me trippin' loadin' the clips They trippin', Lord I feel like I'm losin' it right now (Right now, now) [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] I'll never give in I'll never give up I'll let 'em live in They sinnin' They pretend to be tough (Pretend to be tough) Pretend to be blessed They want money and women, it's never enough They in a rush hope nobody knows just too much You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so, we give 'em the dough Ride out, laughin' up When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk And to the grave, I been one of the brave Not one of the slaves And one in the pain And I'll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake By the television runnin' 'round tellin niggas we better behave Guard Leathafce and the grin right up under my face I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak Lost mommy, poppy left home I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie Sit list in the back tellin' his selction His date is probably Probably my mommy, song Cryin' for the life of you gone Just me and my destiny let's roll, let's roll [Chorus] [Wish] When I lost my Uncle Charle a part of me went wrong And it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong We just wanted him to see what we do You motivated us. At the shows we seent you And I really hope u listen to what we spit on these songs You might have been through somethin' hopin' nothin' like Bone Like one said we'll never make it Like two, thirty mil in they faces ?? Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs The music nigga make it back, scandlous But fate kicked in and award shows and we winnin now Gotta keep it comin' food in my baby mouth And things have changed like relationships Ain't headin nothin' now u wanna flip Suin' people thangs you would've never made on your own Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood Bye, think I'm home Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't ment to be Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs Lord. Just God i'm home, god i'm home [Chorus] (Less)