• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Strong Heart - Patty Loveless
• Strange Fruit - Twilight Singers
• Strange Fruit - Karan Casey
• Strong Heart - Steady Mobb'n
• Strong Heart - T.g. Sheppard
• Strange Fruit - Robert Wyatt
• Strange Fruit - Marcus Miller

(Kris Tyler/Emory Gordy, Jr.)
Everybody's had the blues
Days when it comes undone
This really shouldn't bother me
I know I'm not the only one
To break down and cry
I don't know why it has to be so hard
I could've left this road I'm on
Turned around a thousand times
Surrendered to the great unknown
Give up and leave it all behind
But this is my dream
My life and everything I've prayed for
It takes a strong heart
To see love through
It takes a lot of faith
More than I ever knew
To cry and never let it show
To hold on tight and not let go
It takes a strong heart
A strong heart and you
I keep it hidden deep inside
It's just a phase im going thru
I show the world a pretty face
But I'm not really foolin you
'Cause you know how I feel
You know how to heal
This wounded pride
It takes a strong heart
To see love through
It takes a lot of faith
More than I ever knew
To cry and never let it show
To hold on tight and not let go
It takes a strong heart
A strong heart and you
I don't know what I'd do without you
I couldn't do this alone
You give me faith and hope
And the courage to carry on and on and on

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the Poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of Magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

Southern trees bearing strange fruits
Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
There are strange fruits hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Them big, bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the winds to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

[Intro]
Yeah
WESTSIDE up in this muthafucka
(it's an muthafuckin terrorist act)
Puttin it down for the '97
Steady Mobb'n
Westbound (M.O.B.)
You gotta have big balls in this muthafucka
You know
WESTSIDE, yeah
Huh, now, fuck with that
Nut'n but straight killers, dope dealers
Real niggas
[Verse 1]
You gotta have nuts for sho'
It's horror on the strip that'll come from the O.
I can flow and stand strapped, dog tops
Livin in the ghetto, it's hard tops
I know a couple of brother's doin hard times
But I stay representin
Picture all the weights I'm liftin
Claimin Ghost town and San Quentin
We had the whole pen locked down
Sayin that they had some problems
With the westbound
Then I called 'Cash' and 'J'
I been released, come get me at the gate
So I can hit the streets and maintain
My composure as a villain
Connected with some serious killers
I beat the case, reload the fill in
It's like the O.J. trap
Niggas from the west is wild
I heard a *POW* then I ducked down
And grab my strap, cause nowhere I met a young nigga
Can put you on your back
Where your heart at
[Chorus]
You gotta have a strong heart
To live in Oakland
You gotta have boss game
To maintain in Oakland
You gotta have big guns son
To live in Oakland
You gotta have a lotta cash
To smash in Oakland
[Verse 2]
Shady dips, sellin thangs off cake meal
Paid cops, mobs on every block
Big twisted, snitches comin up unlisted
Drug wars boss, so watch your doors
It's gettin scandalous
Bitches dirty, watch the set
Manipulation, killers participatin
Real villains, extortion and racketeering
Kidnappin, everybody out jackin
Roll your credits, gots 'em down like gun lead
Paid hits on niggas that bubble quick
Hog (?), dark tape surround his eyes
Last words that he heard was westside (westsiiide)
Pre-meditated drama, block monster
Too much heat, Mr.Sosa, M.O.B.
Open your eyes, you can't see me like Steve
Bombshell the G, nuthin but riders ride with me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Thru the scope I can see the bitch in your eyes
If he's a coward then he dies
To let a real nigga rise
Mob tactics, raw ghetto smash
Affilitation is in the air
So I'm blastin, releasin
Enough heat to match you down to your feet
Vietnam shit in the streets
Beware of your worst nightmare
Please don't park there
Where I'm from we don't play fair
[Verse 4]
We live faster than a 3 minute robbery
Can name hella of a bosses in this game
That wanna stop the siege
Because we're colder than the icelands
And we bury 'em quick
And take no shit from no man
Hit the block
Hangin out the door and chop
Chanel shops, this steady mobbin don't stop
Power moves run fools
Around they trunks, dumpin phat
Showin fools where my heart at
[Chorus]
[Outro: x4]
La la la la la

How many place has she tried to make a home
And before we got our roots down, I was ready to move on
I haven't made it easy
She's had to carry all the load
She must have a strong heart to keep on loving me
After all she's been through, why else would she believe?
Knowing I'm a dreamer and that's all I'll ever be
She must have a strong heart to keep on loving me
I know she's had her own dreams, but she had to let them
I know it's had to hurt her, but she never let it show
She's never tried to change me
And she's never changed her mind
She must have a strong heart to keep on loving me the way
she does
After all she's been through, why else would she believe?
Knowing I'm a dreamer and that's all I'll ever be
She must have a strong heart to keep on loving me

The Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop

Southern trees bearin' strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop