Sia

Sia or SIA may refer to:

Organizations

  • Secret Intelligence Australia
  • Security Industry Association, for makers and handlers of electronic and physical security products
  • Security Industry Authority, British licensing authority for the private-security industry
  • Security Information Agency, Serbian government intelligence agency
  • Securities Industry Association, in finance
  • Semiconductor Industry Association
  • Serbian Intelligence Agency
  • Smithsonian Institution Archives
  • Society for Industrial Archeology
  • Staten Island Academy
  • Survivors of Incest Anonymous
  • Businesses

  • Service in Informatics and Analysis, provided batch and remote terminal access to mainframe computers, from 1967 to the early 1990s
  • SIA Ltd, suppliers of geographic information system (GIS) solutions and services
  • Società Italiana Aviazione, a subsidiary of Fiat that built aircraft and aero engines between 1914 and 1918
  • SOCO International (London stock exchange symbol SIA), an international oil and gas exploration and production company
  • Sia (insect)

    Sia is a genus of insect in the family Stenopelmatidae, the sole living genus in the subfamily Siinae. It contains the following species:

  • Sia canus (Péringuey, 1916)
  • Sia ferox Giebel, 1861
  • Sia incisa Karny, 1926
  • Sia kuhlgatzi (Karny, 1910)
  • Sia pallidus (Walker, 1869)
  • Sia pinguis (Walker, 1869)
  • References

    Sia Furler

    Sia Kate Isobelle Furler (born 18 December 1975), sometimes referred to mononymously as Sia (/ˈsə/), is an Australian singer-songwriter. She started her career as a singer in the local Adelaide acid jazz band Crisp in the mid-1990s. In 1997, when Crisp disbanded, she released her debut studio album titled OnlySee on Flavoured Records in Australia. Following the event, she moved to London, England and provided lead vocals for British duo Zero 7.

    In 2000, Sia signed to Sony Music's sub-label Dance Pool and released her second studio album, Healing Is Difficult, the following year. Displeased with the promotion of the record, she signed to Go! Beat and released her third studio album, Colour the Small One, in 2004. Dissatisfied with the project's struggling to connect with a mainstream audience, Sia relocated to New York City in 2005 and began touring across the United States. Sia released her fourth and fifth studio releases, Some People Have Real Problems and We Are Born, in 2008 and 2010, respectively. In 2014, Sia released her sixth studio album, 1000 Forms of Fear, which was preceded by the top-ten single "Chandelier". On 29 January 2016, she released her seventh studio album This Is Acting.

    Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Get Me

    by: Mobb Deep

    (Get me) Uh-huh
    (They pretty) Uh-huh
    (Wit me) Uh-huh
    (It's crispy) Yeah!
    Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo.
    Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire
    Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her
    Keep it gully baby boy, share that
    Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at
    Niggaz only mad cause they asses can't rap
    Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
    Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax
    You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that
    Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black
    Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed
    Yeah, if it's some'n I'm feelin you runnin that
    And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?
    Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped
    Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that
    Career ain't goin so well, I got that
    Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap!
    See the cats in the whips wanna - get me
    But I got the pounds and them .9's - they pretty
    See me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me
    Bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy
    Yeah, y'all niggaz pussy son
    Y'all not known for bustin them guns
    So for the .9 I got beef for days
    Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
    Call the coroner
    Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
    I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin fo' pounds, I walk through 'em
    Either you shook or your .9 spray
    You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way
    Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up
    The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up
    Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
    when them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up
    There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
    Fifteen get money, livin frozen out
    You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
    'Fore I show you what the .9 or three-eighty like
    Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
    All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
    Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat
    Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece
    Aiyyo, hey hey
    Look I walk around with my pound in a glass
    Puffin my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
    How I roll? Why would you ask?
    Know I'm swingin my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
    I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge
    That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
    From the ave, where snitches get blast
    They say - no Noyd, you won't blow makin songs like that
    I say - homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last
    I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death
    Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin a tec
    Nigga we countin the scrilla with the gun on the deck
    Countin the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
    We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
    We hate the E-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
    It's +Deep+, we can't even speak in certain rooms
    Nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here.
    I'm tellin you it's somethin 'bout them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
    They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
    It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin to blow
    They not a group, they a muh'fuckin gang for sho'
    More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
    Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
    All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
    E'rytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go
    straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there
    They know it's safe to spend they money over here
    E'rytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
    That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
    Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em
    They know it's safe to spend they dough over here
    Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast




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