• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Good Friday - Kanye West
• Good Friday - Guttermouth
• Good Friday - Cowboy Junkies
• Good Friday - Mental As Anything
• Good Friday - The Black Crowes
• Good Friday - Black Crowes
• Good Friday - Big Tymers
• Good Friday - Cocorosie
• Good Friday - Nakatomi Plaza
• Good Friday - Josh Garrels
• Good Friday - Elvis Perkins

(Kanye West)
Party people in the place to be
You are now in the midst of a real MC
Throw your hands in the air if you real as me
Oooooooooooh
(Kid Cudi)
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
(Kanye)
Such an easy mornin’, we on a ride
And I’m feelin’ smooth as the way the Benz drive
Turn the radio down if they playin’ that bullshit
They don’t want black people to think at trial
He think he live
(Common)
He think he live, he think he cold
He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode
Eyes low’d, I let the skies hold the thoughts
The streets are like the high road that I go across
(Kanye)
I mean, my whole team ’bout to smash the streets
The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week
And the weather wasn’t barely hot
Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?
Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot
Motherfucker, are you ready or not?
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
(This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)
(This goes out to the allcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)
(Pusha T)
As ‘Ye flips the piano
The mood swings like the change of a channel
He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel
Sellin’ kilos through your iPod nano
Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal
Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle
Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires
Ice cream paint job, somethin’ like Breyers
Euro tank top, Dior inspired
Sell it to you hard, no assembly required
(Eyuck!) I’m 2012 in 2010
Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz
Floss for the members of the gang with 28
While haters wish death ‘pon me, that’s many men
Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route
Stop talkin’, motherfucker, pull your paper out
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
(Big Sean)
Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right
Don’t worry, we gon’ be here all night
And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!)
Westside, Westside!
So te-te-tell who the freshest of ‘em all?
They claimin’ that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls
A nigga seen the fresh like I’m headed to the fall
MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall
I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft
Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers
I guess that’s why in school, my grades went from As to Bs to Cs
All over double Ds, I be absent all week
This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for
Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door
Hold on: That’s the girl you gave a wedding ring?
Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything
(Charlie Wilson)
And let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va
(Kanye)
Ay, we promised
Now put your hands up to the sky
Until the day in that we die
And we’ll be here all evenin’
G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready
I know the city gettin’ ready for me

thank you for the easter bunny
sitting at my door
it wasn't made of chocolate
but it shit right on my floor
and thank you god for x-mas trees
return the gifts for money
thank you for my paycheck
now heres your 10%
i'd love to give you more
but i bareley make my rent
thank you lord for turning
fruity grapes right into wine
it sure does make it easy
to out my pick up line
once there was no t.p.
inside my hotel room
the bible had 10,000 pages
i only used a few
sunday school such a joy
forced to fondle reverend roy

Sat at my window watched the world wake up this morning
Purple sky slowly turning golden distant elms so orange
You'd swear they're burning
All this flowing water has got my mind wandering
Do You ever finally reach a point of knowing
Or do You just wake up one day and say, "I am going?"
What will I tell You when you ask me why I'm crying?
Will I point above at the red tail gracefully soaring
Or down below where it's prey is quietly trembling?
Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging
Purple sky slowly turning golden
The cowards at His feet loudly laughing
Loved ones stumbling homeward their words reeling
Red tail above my head quietly soaring
Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring

(Martin Plaza)
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Much worse than Calvary
Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be
It's chock a block all day deserted by nine-nine thirty
Ask a policeman can you tell me is there a bar open
Might as well be in prison you tell, they won't listen
Oh no what a town, this town can really get you down
Oh what a state to be run by a senile clown
Pensioners don't need to go all around the place in fear
Not so lucky if you happen to be a black or queer
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be

We've been avoiding this for so long
Luxury is temporary than it's gone
I thought that we would happen
I guess I'm wrong
We'll move along
I know this will be awkward
but not for long
Cause soon you'll have a new boy
to sing you songs
chorus
I will not forgive you
Nor will I accept the blame
I will see you on Good Friday
On Good Friday
I'm sorry I couldn't do this yesterday
and tomorrow I am busy and what
it is I can't say
And Saturday's no good
I got a show
So it's got to be Good Friday
Then it's so long
bridge
You, You come and go when you please
I know unfulfilled heads
I know you do too
But I, you know I never see
things through,
Never paid attention to you
But honey I tried.

We've been avoiding this for so long
Luxury is temporary then it's gone
I've thought that we would happen
I guess I'm wrong
We'll say hi on the street then we'll move along
I know this will be awkward but not for long
'Cause soon you'll have a new boy
To sing you songs
I will not forgive you
Nor will I accept the blame
I will see you on Good Friday
On Good Friday
I'm sorry, I couldn't do this yesterday
Tomorrow I am busy and what it is I can't say
And Saturday's is no good, we got a show
So it has to be Good Friday then it's so long
I will not forgive you
Nor will I accept the blame
I will see you on Good Friday
On Good Friday
And you, you come and go when you please
I know unfulfilled needs, I know you do too oh
Oh but I, you know I didn't see things through
I didn't pay attention to you but honey I tried
I will not forgive you
Nor will I accept the blame
I will see you on Good Friday
On Good Friday, Good Friday

Hoo Bangin' and Cash Money
Hustlin' every Frday
Got a package on Wednesday, Thursday I broke it up
Now Friday done came, today we cookin' up
Ain't gettin' loaded nigga, no time for fuckin' up
I'm breakin' niggaz of with bricks from hust-a-lers
The hood done changed cause niggaz is comin' up
Ya short me, I'ma have to blow your hood up
The feds on my ass but I need my change
So I could ride Hummers, Jags and Bentleys man
It's that day, phat day
Kidnappin' and gun play
I need my riches from you bitches and I can't stay
Now that the flavor that I savor neighbor, 20 inch thangs
Rag on my head, white T-shirt and bagette chains
Mac like roni the one and only
Nigga Puff like Daddy and I'm pretty like Tony
Friday, lie day, tell the lil nigga I'll pay 'em
And when he come up with the product, ya'll niggaz spray 'em
Now why they
Had to do me on Friday
It's Friday, nigga on the block straight shinin'
Runnin' a bitch down, tryin' to get it I'm grindin'
Sellin' 2 for 1's what ever nigga I got it
Them checks came out so the set straight poppin'
Listen, listen, listen, la
Weezy-We, movin' 20 ki's a week
On a good friday it's like easy street
Breakin' down whole chickens, to quarters and halves
You gould get it harded than slabs or softer than sand
If you come around my course nigga
Askin' for the short nigga
Not on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I be duckin' the law nigga
You know I got that raw nigga, bags to bricks
Whole things goin' for 10 and ounces for 6
Look it's iceberg nigga expect the worst
Friday done fell on the first and I got that work
And if I fron the whole thing, I'ma ask for 11
If I front a half a thing, I'm taxin' ya 7
Cause I gotta ride dubs nigga runnin' whatever
A CMR standard nigga got a flosser Kompressor
I got a extra 223, and my pockets to spend
And on the next Friday, I'ma do it again
Man first it was a hard night
And that was good Friday, I got to duck 'til I'm special on the hard white
I'm ridin' 20 inches, flossin', stay shinin'
I'm the boss, I get chickens at cost and stay grindin'
Don't make me put on the bass and so I'm bout to start hoopin'
I'll remake 2 out a 1 so I can get hootin' and recoopin'
My game gettin' strong and my profit gettin' long
I bust the whole chick down and sell it all in zones
Try to beat me or cheat me and get your shirt stained up
And run for pop those hollows towards the door and freeze your brain up
All hustlin' hit the stores and turn the flame up
Left the water bubblin' and rocked the caine up
So Baby, you Wayne and Fresh y'all get the machetes
Put it in B.G. cook it and y'all chop it when it's ready
And when you come to my hood and you lookin' for them thangs
Mack 10 is the name on the Caddy door now what
Why they
Had to do me on Friday
Why they
Had to persue on Friday
Why they
Had to do me on Friday
Why they
Had to persue on Friday

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky turned from gray
Into blue
It was a good friday
The streets were open and empty
No more passion play
On st. Nicholas avenue
I believe in st. Nicholas

It's over, the light has returned to red My bloody red divine, so high, tastes like cheap red wine At the party's dawn, I'll sing that song, to prolong the Scourge, the walk of the avenue, the place, the place_ You're 20 minutes away 20 Years are hard enough some times just want to get off forever, or maybe just a couple days, 'cause forever isn't far away but it sures feels closer than you If we tied these hands, wrap this heart in a blanket The blood would seep through, and my bloody red divine Just smile, drink your cheap red wine, have a drink on me But how much more red is willing to bleed, one last drop, one last beat But on that Friday

Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing
That a mans hands can't ever truly mend
Shadow land, desert sand, a man searches
For a love that'll never die
Truth be known, you're not alone
Your aching bones will find a home
In place where God he sets us free
Wake me up before you go
I will listen for the sound of your voice
Hear the wind in the trees
It goes where it please
Like the breath in me
And all who have breath can sing
When we layed your body down
In earth and in the ground
Oh child, rest your soul.
Will a hope be made good
When a word is understood
In the day, will we see you again?
Gather round, hear the sound
Of a story that's so old that it's been told
Before time
He was born in the flesh and the blood
In a world that was dark as hell, and dead in sin
Born of the spirit, and the virgin child
He's the son of God, son of man
I didn't recognize that look in his eyes
When they cried
With a sorrow that no man has ever known
Hang him high, watch him die, hear the cry
Crucified up on that God forsaken tree
And all who have breath can sing
When we layed your body down
In the earth and in the ground
Oh Lord, rest your bones
Will a hope be made good
If your words are understood
In the day, will we see you again
Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?
Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?

Come lay here beside me and I'll fear no death
Come lay here beside me
And I'll fear no death.
I'll give you my body
And I'll breathe your breath.
No-one will harm you
Inside this song.
We will be safe here
As the light is long
That makes way for Good Friday.
Get out of your body,
For there goes your blood.
It falls on my secrets
And colours the flood.
The time of our fathers
Is not ours to kill,
Their sad-cellared wines
Are not ours to spill
And won't be passed over Good Friday.
Though this life
Is Ash Wednesday,
It's Ash Wednesday,