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...is inexplicable. The most famous examples of this include head butting Jochen Keintz of Hamburg during a Champions League match, when he was at Juventus in 2000 (an action that cost him a five match suspension) and his stomping on the hapless Faoud Amin of Saudi Arabia during the 1998 World Cup finals (this latter action was, strangely enough, widely applauded in the Berber community as Zidane's revenge on hated Arab 'extremists'). The same seems that is happening NOW! Zidane's first coaches at AS Cannes noticed quickly that he was raw and sensitive, eager to attack spectators who insulted his race or family. The priority of his first coach, Jean Varraud, was to get him to channel his anger and focus more on his game. According to Varraud, Zidane's first weeks at Cannes were spent mainly on cleaning duty as a punishment for punching an opponent who had mocked his ghetto origins. By the time he arrived at Juventus, in 1996, he had become known for his self-control and discipline, both on and off the pitch. He had developed these traits during a spell at Bordeaux under Rolland Courbis, a fellow marseillais and one of the craftiest heads in French football. Courbis understood immediately that Zidane was an untamed talent. He described the player's two years at Bordeaux as a period when he most needed direction. It was at Bordeaux that he acquired the nickname 'Zizou' and learnt to keep his emotions under tight control. 'You could see he was an extraordinary player straight away,' says Courbis now, 'but it was a moment in his career when you couldn't afford to do just anything with him. For example, you couldn't just give him his head and burn him out in a season.' And yet in his early days at Juventus, particularly in big matches, some of his temp

...way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the Rucker game New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown, what now?! Let's make it happen [P. Diddy Talkin] New York motherfuckers! If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere We still here!! And we buildin four more new towers!!! FUCKERS! [Murphy Lee] Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let her slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it All got habits, marijuana ecstatic Buy two cats and coats with automatics St. Louis is the +Truth+ like +Sojourner+ Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge Without permission from them St. Lunatics [Jermaine Dupri] Yo-yo-yo-yo Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight He just came from off tour And he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from [Snoop Dogg] Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees Real niggaz from the south I hardly ever seen Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that (Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that) Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P. J.D., you know about the L.B.C. My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up It's all on me I got a scenery to stank up Crank up the beat

...show me love The ladies start to bounce as soon as I hit the club But in the Midwest, they love to take it slow So when I hit that shit, I watch 'em (get it on the flo') And if you need it hyphy, I'll take it to the Bay 'Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it everyday Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit LA I'm in the low-low, I do it the Cali way And when I hit the Chi', people tell me that I'm fly They like the way I dress, they like my attire They love how I move crowds from side-to-side They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply.. **[Chorus]** This is why I'm hot, catch me on the block

... Together baby, There is nothing we won't do 'cause if I got you, I don't need money, I don't need cars, Girl, you're my heart. And.. [Chorus:] Oh! I'm into you, And girl, No one else would do, 'cause with every kiss and every hug, You make me fall in love, And now I know I can't be the only one, I bet there heart's all over the world tonight, With the love of their life who feels.. What I feel when I'm With you [x5] Girl.. With you [x5] [Verse 2] Oh girl! I don't want nobody else, Without you, there's no one left then, You're like Jordans on Saturday, I gotta have you and I cannot wait now, Hey! Little shawty, Say y

ILoooOOOVE.. [Nas] Yo, I took you from the projects, put the best clothes in ya closet Like Ginger from "Casino" and now you a pro We was like Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe All ya jealous...

...until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Lead flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!! [whispering again] All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know All I need is one mic.. [starting loud this time, getting quieter] ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you only if they know, what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin War gets deep, some beef is everlastin Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other up in prison yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul searchin, the time is now All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world

The Cars - Ric Ocasek, Greg Hawkes, Benjamin Orr, Elliot Easton and late addition David Robinson - were a product of the late '70s American new wave scene...

...wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For

...you lost clout The rout you took started collapsing No fans No fame No respect No change No women And everyone shits on your name [Chorus] So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large A big house 5 cars The rent charged Comin up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rap superstar And live large A big house 5 cars The rent charged Comin up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly [Noreaga Speaking] When you sign to a record label You don't know you sign your life over And these whiteboys don't care about you Cuz the minute you fall off They'll find another Noreaga And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga And they'll find another B-Real So you need to just keep Stack your chips up Do what you gotta do while your hot And mafuckin get out the game Stick to the drug game And the drug game is even worse Because if someone jerks you You can shoot em and kill me But in this game if someone jerks you You gotta be humble [Eminem Speaking] No matter what you just been through Shit has gotta be right You gotta approach people You gotta be on the up and up And everything gotta be all good When you see someone slap hands with em You know what i'm sayin give em a pound Or whatever it is But you always gotta act like it ain't shit [Chorus] [B-Real] My own son don't know me Sittin up in the hotel room lonley But I thank god I'm wit my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or videos Cuz they show me no love The phony gotta hit the road slowly So the record gets pushed by sony I'm in the middle like monie And the press say that My own people disowned me And the bes

...have to bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range Go tell me who wanna tangle with the ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero? Chorus: (B-Real) We want it all (want it all!) Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!) You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!) In the game we take you to war (war!) You ain't seen nothin' like this before (all) If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (Method Man) Insane like a runaway train i'm in your lane Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain Untamed, you won't like it when I change And you are type strange Make room, manaical monster in the game And I got my eye

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes x2 I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello....

Jennifer Lopez & (Nas)] Oh yes (Uh, this for you girl) [Nas] Yo, I took you from the projects, put the best clothes in ya closet Like Ginger from "Casino" and now you a pro We was like Joe...