The hills are alive, With the sound of music With songs they have sung For a thousand years The hills fill my heart, With the sound of music My heart
coming from. When you're up on the hill, in your big home I'm out here, risking my dome. Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat Just to stay alive, aiyyo
I clear the whole pack talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet smokin' on a wet cigarette (who these niggas think they are) (wishin' on a
, we're still alive By the skin of our teeth, now it's killing time Angel in our pocket, devil by our side We ain't going nowhere cuz' heroes never die Still alive
Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right
Finally the hills are without eyes They are tired of painting a dead man's face red With their own blood They used to love having so much to lose Blink
are red And all of the leaves have gone green And the clouds are so low You can touch them, and so Come into my arms, bonnie jean All the hills are ablaze
the day Inside out, outside in Inside out, outside in All of the way Yea, yea Ahh, all the way, yea Thank you This is a song called, "Are you alive?"
rich im afraid gon' loose they blessins/ so the question is, you wana stay alive or try be wealthy for now/ [Bizzy] What are you talkin about, look at
money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? Sheesh, we are what we are Make
taste sweet like pastry they hate me ( back at you) now tell me how it look would you rather live life like me or by the book we are what we are make
will be never done When all you need is to be met half way But nobody tried Don?t be surprised Don?t be surprised Don?t be surprised There are hills
you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here
pen then I started to write A rap that'll cap like a true blue rap Not a washed-up almost MC sap Little girls so fresh and I know you are Wanna take
yeah from hills high in heaven to psalms 27 this is our gospel (oh) take my words for it (oh) uh check..listen you see the music business is like the
Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera It's this picture I have seen We're on a sloping hill of green And you are walking there
to commune with the dead They said, "You'd better look alive" And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps In the black hills, the bad lands,
theme between cracks searching for cream Physical image can never be lost, never be cleverly read Or took on into the search of your own, suckers are