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1 | Killa Cam | Cam’ron | [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (Killa!)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (Bases loaded)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam (Uh-huh)
Killa Cam, Cam (Santana on second, Jim on third)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (I'm at bat)
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (I'm 'bout to hit this shit out the world)
Killa Cam (Ugh, Heatmakerz), Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam (Hahahaha)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (We make this shit clap)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam (Killa! Killa!)
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa
You might also like[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
With the goons I spar, stay in tune with ma (What up?)
She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'"
Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (My Lord)
Still the man with the pan, scrilla, fam, on board
Now bitches, they want to neuter me, niggas, they want to tutor me
The hooligan in Houlihan's, maneuvering's nothing new to me
Doggy, I'm from the land of grind, pan-pan: gram or dime?
Not toes or MC when I say "hammer time"
Beef: I hammer mine, when I get my hands on nines
If I had on 'Bama line, Corduroys, Cam'll shine
Canary burgundy: I call it "Lemon Red" (Red)
Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em "Lemonheads"
Lemonhead, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg
Gemstone, Flintstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred
You unhappy, scrappy? (What's going on, Scrappy?)
I got Pataki at me
Bitches say I'm "Tacky Daddy," Range look like Laffy Taffy
[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (uhh, it's me, clap)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Cam Killa (uhh, it's me, clap)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (clap, it's me)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam (clap)
(Harlem, I know y'all know about this)
Killa Cam Cam Killa (Killa!)
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck
Rich and A hit the kitchens then were pitchin' up
Rob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up (Crack to rap)
I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? (Killa!)
So I parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome...I don't care
That car a throwaway, homes (Killa!)
Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems
Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons
Them niggas knew we bang
Stood out like Pootie Tang
Soon as the stoolie sings
That when the toolie sing!
Bang! Bang!
Came from that movie ring
Snap, crack jewelry bling
Flapjack, ooh he bring
Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!"
Bad rap, cuties cling
Ass cap, put them in the river
I'm the sushi king
And I'ma keep ya fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir, please confess
Just say he's the best (Killa!)
[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Cam (clap)
Killa Cam Killa Cam (yes)
Killa Cam Cam (it's me, sing)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing)
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam Killa (clap, yes sir, uhh)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing, clap)
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (it's me)
Killa Cam (sing, clap)
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
(Let me end this shit, listen)
Killa Cam Cam Killa
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
(Killa!) Yo
How dope is this?
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want: coke or piff?
Got it all, smoke or sniff? (everything)
And you know my drift
Used to figures, dough and shit (millions)
You a rooster nigga, just a roaster, bitch
And I roast ya bitch
That's how it usually ends
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get their coochie cleansed
We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men
Escada, Prada
The chopper it got the Uzi lens
Bird's-eye view
The birds I knew flip birds
Bird gangs, it was birds I flew
And word I blew off herb I grew
I would serve on stoops
Now swerve in coupes
It's me, sing! Killa, uhh
[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam Killa
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam Killa45 | Comics and Games | 7 | 12 | 2,004 | 186,652 |
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3 | Can I Live | JAY-Z | [Produced by Irv Gotti]
[Intro]
Yeah, hah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to somethin' epic, you know?
Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness
Sort of a desperation
Through that desperation, we become addicted
Sort of like the fiends we accustomed to servin'
But we feel we have nothin' to lose
So, we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right?
What do you bring to the table?
[Verse 1]
While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely
My shit is butter for the bread, they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them, where they supposed to be
Hoes'll get you sidetracked, then clapped from close feet
I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
A brother gotta admire me from four fiends away
My pain, wish it was quick to see
From sellin' 'caine 'til brains was fried to a fricassee
Can't lie, at the time it never bothered me
At the bar, gettin' my thug on properly
My squad and me lack of respect for authority
Laughin' hard, happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks
Expectation for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more Big Willie, my game has grown
Prefer you call me William
Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmond-like
Channel 7 News, round seven jewels, head dead in the mic
Forgettin' all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
"I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure."
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
Easily explain why we adapt to crime
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
Presidential suites my residential for the weekend
Confidentially speakin' in codes since I sense you peekin'
The NSX rental, don't be fooled, my game is mental
We both out of town, dog, what you tryin' to get into?
Viva Las Vegas, see ya later at the crap tables
Meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no Fraud Willies present gamblin' they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas
You might also like[Chorus]
Ge-ge-ge-yeahhh
Can I live?
Can I live?
[Verse 2]
My mind is infested with sick thoughts that circle
Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity
My crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity
You guessed it, manifest it
In tangible goods, platinum Rolex'd it
We don't lease, we buy the whole car, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation
Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it boils to steam, it comes to it
We all fiends, gotta do it: even righteous minds go through this
True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewelers and watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams of gettin' cream
"Let's do this," it gets tedious
So I keep one eye open like CBS — you see me stressed, right?
[Chorus]
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?43 | Hip-HopRap | 25 | 6 | 1,996 | 492,317 |
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4 | Forgive Me Father | Fabolous | Maybe cause I'm eatin
And these bastards fiend for they grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin Vaseline on they hubs
I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I move as smooth as castor cream in the club
And dont pass my green or my bub
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin a tag and pullin a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker
And I ain't hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls of some liquor
Gotta pull it on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Hook]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2]
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the scope its gonna blam
The infra put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time an artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm in a waggy when I'm passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the baggie you know that's some fire
Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teeth
I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
Of the Cris
And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)1 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 3 | 2,003 | 5,086 |
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5 | Down and Out | Cam’ron | [Produced by Kanye West and Brian Miller]
[Intro: Cam'ron & Kanye West]
Ugh, Killa!
Baby!
Kanye, this that 1970s Heron flow, huh?
Yeah, let's speed it up
Ugh, I'm back in, ugh, ugh
They don't know we finna kill the game this year
Killa! 'Ye! C'mon!
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Ayo, street mergers, I legislated; the nerve, I never hated
On murders, premeditated—absurd! I hesitated
Observe: cock and spray, hit you from a block away
Drinking sake on a Suzuki; we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place
Pluck your ace, take your girl, fuck her face
She dealing with Killa, so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa 'cause she love the taste
I got brought up with crooking, kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the juxes
You would've thought I was from Brooklyn
It gets boring just looking
Did like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding
Now, the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
Interior, inferior; Star-Spangled Banner
Car game bananas, mob manning tanners
Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers, he's back
You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)]
They trying to say he (I'm down, down)
I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out)
But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no)
Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh)
Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)
Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)
'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no)
Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh)
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
I treat bitches straight up, like Simon Says
Open vagina; put your legs behind your head
Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red
You got pets? Me too: mines are dead, doggy
Fox, minks, gators, that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's Pet Sematary
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo, I run scandals with savages
All my niggas get together to gather loot
Bodyguard for what? Dog, I'd rather shoot
I go to war, old Timbs, battered boots
Hand grenade, goggles and a parachute
Y'all don't even know the name of my flip
It was "Touch Me, Tease Me" when Case was the shit
You don't know bout the cases I get:
Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris', oww!
[Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)]
They trying to say he (I'm down, down)
I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out)
But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no)
Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh)
Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)
Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)
'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no)
Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh)
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Ugh, Killa, yo, yo, ayo—
You dealing with some sure shit, my bitches pure thick
Play razor tag, slice your face, you're it!
It's I who come by, drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky-blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2''
I approached her—"Hi, boo, how you?
Pony skin Louie? Oh, you fly too
You a stewardess? Good, ma—I fly too"
Now, a nigga got baking to bake
Harlem shake? Nah, I'm in Harlem shaking the weight
Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake
Just your picture, though; you still taped in a lake
I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape
For anyone who owed the dough, I had to load the four
I hope a nigga heard when I said "I told you so"
Ugh, Killa!
[Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)]
They trying to say he (I'm down, down)
I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out)
But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no)
Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh)
Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)
Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)
'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no)
Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh)
[Outro: Cam'ron]
Mine! Killa!
You already know Harlem
Whole Midwest, Detroit, Naptown, St. Louis
Chicago, of course
Westside, holla at me
Southside, wild hundreds
You know what it is, Ohio
Columbus, holla at your boy
You know what else I do:
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati12 | Comics and Games | 7 | 12 | 2,004 | 157,167 |
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6 | Fly In | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
So they ask me
"Young boy
What you gon' do the second time around?
How you gon' come back?"
I tried told 'em
"I come back like 32
I jump back like 33"
Ugh, hit me
That's nothing
This is Tha Carter II, people
This is Tha Carter II, people
Hey
[Verse]
They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias
I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor
I ain't snitching, your honor
Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when that kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter
Open the cabinet, close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope
Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no
Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue
I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry
Usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing
Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing
I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want
I'm so 504, you got to kill me here
If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here
Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here
No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song
You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna
He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho
And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like thatYou might also like20 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 12 | 2,005 | 83,630 |
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7 | Lollipop (Remix) | Lil Wayne | [Intro: Lil Wayne]
Haha
Uh-huh
No homo (Young Mula, baby!)
I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper
Remix, baby!
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot
'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop?
Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze
Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese"
Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay"
I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait
This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt
But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else
I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself
I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt
Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt
Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help
We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh!
You know what it is when we out of town
We balling too serious, and you out of bounds
So come here, baby girl
You're now fucking with the best in the world
You might also like[Break: Kanye West & Static Major]
Lollipop
The best in the world
Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop
World, world
She— She lick me like a lollipop
[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug
Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club)
Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna)
You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!)
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper
And she gonna lick the rapper
And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor
I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture"
I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard"
I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker
Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes
I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo!
Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate
Your girl want to participate
She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain
And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain
And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang
Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison
If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment
Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment
Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix!
[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!)
Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!)
Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna)
You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!)
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie
In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building
I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit
'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit
I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go
And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo
I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck
iPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text
Haha! So wrap it up!
Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper
[Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne]
Shawty want a thug
Bottles in the club, club, club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!)
[Outro: Static Major]
Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)
She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop)
Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)
She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)24 | Hip-HopRap | 10 | 6 | 2,008 | 910,344 |
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8 | I’m Not You | Clipse | [Intro: Pusha T]
No, no, no
I told you, I lived this shit
I ain't up here just rappin' and tappin'
Spittin' and skittin' and shit
Nah, uh-uh, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper
I'm not you
Pusha
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I keep that Ziploc bustin' at the stitches
Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious
To break the fiends fixes, one give you the sniffles
The other leave you with the itches
Transport airport with the Vaseline
So I can fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green
More cash then ya seen, with an Aston that's green
Me driving up fast with the lean
Zonin' family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys
Door panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit
Reckless-ass, God forbid they don't crash
From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab
Nah, bitch, we don't believe in air bags
Cars turn tricks like them Ringling Brothers skits
Whether bitch hop out, or the Glock pop out
Ya know what I'm about, blow clear ya sinus 'til the snot drop out
You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn lie
Got 'em right here, and if I don't like you, the grams hide
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it, they need it
Make 'em smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
Probably think I won't murder you the way I smile
But I'ma take a lot of shots A.I. style
And Jada, the name is filthy, but so what?
The motherfuckin' game is filthy, you know what?
My mom and my pops really did a good job
But it was the Montega and the 'caine that built me
So I could never hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got money
Crackers start showin' you love, your own people act funny
I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate
Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate
[Verse 3: Roscoe P. Coldchain]
I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into hot sets
Nigga, that's funny, you say you a killer, how?
What is it, the return of the killer clowns?
Akhi, you put no fear in my heart
I make ya people say, "Wow, that didn't look like my man"
They flipped him upside down, the coroner did what he can
He got hit with ten rounds at point blank and point blank
Coldchain left that nigga stankin'
Nigga have static, to his face, I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and I didn't give 'em a chance to blink
When I jogged up on 'em, pressed the .40 up on him, shocked 'em
Made his head stand on end and like a baby, I rocked 'em
Your coffin's your cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you
That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends
Call Coldchain "Super Nigga," I got X-Ray vision, I see through men
And squeeze triggers with bullets that go through men
[Verse 4: Styles P]
Fuck with S.P., that's ya date with death
Got bullets that'll break ya chest
No sleep like I hate to rest
I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep
I hold it down any place I step
And I love getting slept on
'Cause I'm rawer than dope, fresh out of Africa that never been stepped on
Dawg, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong
Holiday, the Ghost the main reason why your set gone
Why I love riffing 'em poor? You wouldn't understand
'Cause my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a circle, I want to learn to move backwards
Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you
What you keep the toaster for? Creeping through the hood and
Shit ain't really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor
Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull
I want ya insides out, so I mean it when I pull
[Verse 5: Malice]
Rappers is talking to me as if (Come on)
We in the same boat I tell them quick, "No, I move coke" (Uh-uh)
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms (No)
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (Uh-huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs, at the same time, cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets
I seen 'em pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (So sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit (I ain't shit)
My heart bleed, but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that4 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 8 | 2,002 | 31,915 |
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9 | Family Ties | Cam’ron | [Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Killa, Dipset
Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide
It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride
This ain't the pimp camp: pimp limp, pimp stance
Pimp-slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp
Ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay
I'll soufflé ya toupée and bottles be a bouquet
Right where you stay, or where you stayed
That .45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed
Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap
Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that
For 9 years in Spain had the time share
Back to Times Square...I got dimes here
By the Port Authority, but I got more authority
Your girl she ordered Mauri, checks she forge 'em for me
Reporters report me how she report to the orgy
But it's more to the story: her daughter applaud me
[Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron]
We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
You might also like[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Killa! Uhh
From the back of the cop-ride
To black-on-black, black when we cop rides
I will not hide, "hi ma, hot thighs"
Dick on her nose...now she's cock-eyed
From whippin' the bacon rolls to outside whippin' the bacon Rolls
Sanaa Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough
80 holes in your shirt, there: your own Jamaican clothes
I ain't talkin' the Poconos, I'm talkin' the Aspens, to slopes we go
You get the "okey doke", play me, baby I hope he know
We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio
(Fuckin' liar), I hold him with blue mittens
2 pigeons, "what the fuck are you pitchin'?"
1 house, 2 kitchens...who's bitchin'?
I bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-Schnickens
(And I don't trust a hoe)
That's mother to baby-mother
Motherfucker, you look like a lady-lover
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her
Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker
And it's well known that Rell home
Yup, hit E.T up on the cell phone
As your family dies, and my family rise
Call the network, Dipset, Family Ties (Killa)
[Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron]
We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint
I was Fort Laudi, you was Saint Latter-Day Saints
Whips get lathered in paint
Rap with the rappers, scrap with the actors, cap back: abracadabra
And I'm appalled think that we at all comfortable
Me in Mauris, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable
They mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor
Auction coke to the coppers, Glocks in the locker and
Who you supposed to be? Get hung from the rosaries
Call me "C.O.D." - that's coke and them Os of D
Some OD'ed, B off them Os of D
I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me
Put ya drugs in the air, give a toast to me
Pump that Dip in ya veins, get dope like me
Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me
For real, nigga, on the real the last hope is me
[Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron]
We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset17 | Comics and Games | 7 | 12 | 2,004 | 43,208 |
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10 | Rockin’ and Rollin’ | Cam’ron | [Verse 1]
Ay yo you wonder who I are
I guzzle up at the bar
But you see me in the cars that start with the double R
Range Rover, Rolls Royce, even got a Rocky Rolly
See more ice than a hockey goalie
Baby eating guacamole
I did without
Now I live it out
Cars? got to whip it out
Every year I get it out
(Why?) I be long gone
(Where?) probably Hong Kong
Girls with their thong on
I'm playing Don Juan
Drinking Chandon
Where the chron, ma?
"You smoke weed?" "What you think, girl? Uh-huh!"
Start the car up
Take her on a long ride
Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side
No I'm sorry
This is the Ferrari
Limon like Bacardi
Rock with safari
But la di da di
We like to party
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
You might also like[Hook]
We was rockin' and rollin'
Now we rollin' and smokin'
On the phone and we chokin'
While you strollin' and hopin'
For the tone which you spoke in
And I know that you're open
Live a Branson life and a brand new 5
Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam be live
[Verse 2]
Ay yo come on, girlfriend I ain't no actor, really
So when you come around here don't be acting silly
Askin "did he?"
Come on I got the baddest biddies
Ass is pretty
Like hoes down in Magic City
Now you smoke hoes and the coco
Niggas say I'm loco
Cause I'm low low from the po-po
Every night I stroke hoes
No-no for homos
F doing promos
I was Def already I just added the So-So
Wherever we at
Ready to act
Better be strapped
I live the life of Riley
Whether Teddy or Pat
And when it come to the cash
Bet I'm heavy with that
If your man want to bet
Then I bet he be cracked
And your little girlfriend
She was wet off the bat
From the Chevy tonight;
Yo, I'll bet she be back
For the one night stand
Yeah, the sex in the sack
Yo I ask her if she miss it
Then I tell her to kiss it
Come on
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ay yo your girl around me? That's like sand to a beach
Or a gram to a ki or a branch to a tree
Your money? That's my advance to a G
And you'll see me and Lance to the B
Yeah acting wild
Jimmy back me, child
How long you think an ounce gonna last me now?
But I love when hoes call me
"The Cat's Meow"
Cause I run up in them and I make their cats meow
Are you hip to the jive?
How we get to the thighs?
Half of my game? Yo, that shit be a lie
But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the 5
And I'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
Baby am I slick
Oh your friends are sick
To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks
And my clique
Yo we get the dank and bounce
And put another half a mil in my bank account2 | Comics and Games | 21 | 7 | 1,998 | 6,753 |
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11 | Lord You Know | Cam’ron | [Chorus: Jaheim]
Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it right
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle
Percocet, Demerol, capsules of Paxil
Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you
Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too
But the monster made it
Do it for those incarcerated, who had it confiscated
Hate it when they take powder
Upstate he take showers
Baby moms on Greyhound for 8 hours
See her man face-to-face through the glass
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
Cocaine, he had that game in a smash
Felt like the Towers when the planes went on crash
It wasn't 9-11, but it was 9-1-1
Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun
I told him get his 9 and run
Turned himself in, I had to find that dumb
You might also like[Chorus: Jaheim]
Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it right
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Ayo, them niggas from the three two, said I can't breeze through
The 40 if I cop bottles, we can't believe you
Me who? Please boo, landin' in that G2
Same color as beef stew, favorite letters: GQ
That's me, true, peach/blue, Hebrew
Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fees stew, steep? Woo!
But it might lead to that R2D2, the mobsters creep through
We the new PE, shittin, pee-ew
To the hood: y'all don't need me, I need you
'Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain
Always a snitch in the game, what you want: prison or fame?
Either one, dun, long as my digits the same
He lookin' frigid, dig it, make sure them digits get changed
'Cause I can't be in Hell's cell, shout out to Mel Mel
Cash and Hell Rell, Zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell
He comin' home on '07 and 12 cells
'Cause you must have known, I can't trust the phones
For the dough you'll be like Doe, stuck at home
[Chorus: Jaheim]
Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it right
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Nowadays dog, they raid up in the ballparks
Blaze 'em when they cross sharks
We raiders of the lost ark
I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs
They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box
More props, R.I.P. my poor pops
Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops
My antennas will block the scanners
I got blammers, you'll drop your hammers
Lawyers to watch lawyers, cameras to watch cameras
Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch Grandma
In pajamas I snuck out to watch Santa
Now look at Killa, you gon' watch Santana
[Chorus: Jaheim]
Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it right
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know
[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Now I was born by the river in a little tent
Little gate, little fence - I climbed over
Little scrapes, little dents - I got over
That was just the beginning it's not over
It's been a long time comin' Cam
It's been a long time riding and a long time running, man
Shit done changed since The Wop and The Running Man
Since Nino, Gee Money, The Carter, and the Duh-Duh Man
It's no longer a New Jack City
It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash
Spent a long time coming up this road
And I ain't talking rap, man, I'm coming up this road
I'm talking crack, man and coming up with O's
I'm coming up with halves and coming up with wholes
Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes
They would boof it and go, I receive it move it and roll
I was comin' from the Q, Zeek was comin' from the O
Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough
We was all on the paper-run
Yeah, waiting for a change to come
Now look: the change has come
The 7-Pick Up, Yukon, the Range is come
The day has come, Dipset remains the ones
Most hated by you other motherfuckers
In this game, we remain, it's a shame cuz6 | Comics and Games | 7 | 12 | 2,004 | 12,535 |
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12 | Money On My Mind | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
Yeah
Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah)
Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah)
Money on my mind, money on my mind (That's right)
Money—money on my mind
So money is all I think of (That's right)
Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch)
Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know)
M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch)
Money—money on my mind (Bitch)
Money—money on my mind
So money is all I think of (Ayy)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah)
I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish
Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr)
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah)
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick
I know
But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp
Then like ranch, I dip (Gone)
And the hustle is all muscle, just strength
When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah)
Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha)
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah)
Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin'
You might also like[Chorus]
Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah)
Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh)
In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow
What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time
Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah)
Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch)
Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?)
He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah)
Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah)
These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch)
I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn)
I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah)
That cake, like it's, it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me?
Where money's more important than a person, nigga
[Chorus]
Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
[Verse 3]
Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay)
I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay)
I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah)
There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh)
I'm just bein' modest (Yeah)
Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch)
She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah)
Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me
That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah)
Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do (Uh)
Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah)
I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah)
I love it, I fuckin' love it
I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah)
Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
[Chorus]
Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, get money, get money, yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money25 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 12 | 2,005 | 139,110 |
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13 | Think Y’all Know | Fabolous | [Verse 1]
You ain't never seen a nigga this large
Motherfuck the house, the nigga's garage is as big as the projs
I move from city to city like a nigga at large
Smooth as Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars
Like you really gon' get me
You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty
The chilla's wrong with me
You can look at the kid and see just how them Chinchillas gonna fit me
I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me
Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me
Any bitch that chill or jones with me
End up butt ass naked inside a Villa home with me
I got a ziplock the killer grown with me
A hit of this Bobby 'll let me feel up on Whitney
Justin will cry rivers like he feel I boned Britney
I really don't get me, I really won't get me
YEAH!
[Hook]
I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin' to be fucked with
I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with
I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with
I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Verse 2]
I'm often asked, HEY, ain't you that guy
There's no one else from head to ankle that fly
Who put slugs point blank through that guy
And there's nothin' that these dudes ain't do that I, can't do at my
Earliest convenience, your girlie ain't been seen since
The feature with Lil' Mo, over 2 million people, I've reached with my little flow
They said sounded like the kid's speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh)
Personally I think they was reachin' a little though
But now they callin' just to get a feature so it'll blow
I'm teachin' my little bro
To stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes
I use the Black Star Power on broads
Even devil worshippers gotta bow to the God
I know all you cowards, it's hard
Your career's dead so I send flowers and cards
Without regards, nigga
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Hook]
I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin' to be fucked with
I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with
I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with
I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Outro]
Uh, uh, nigga
I think they know by now
Who the fuck I be
Uh, yeah, but um
I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T-F-A-M-I-L-Y
Uh, for all you non-spelling motherfuckers, Street Family
Yeah, uh, Brooklyn
Uh, Fuck up, word to Brooklyn
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14 | D’Evils | JAY-Z | [Produced by DJ Premier]
[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy]
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"
[Verse 1]
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak, we're all tryna win
But then again, maybe it's for the best though
'Cause when they're sayin' too much
You know they're tryna get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out
Couldn't understand the mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine-to-five is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive
I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills poisoned my body, I used to say fuck mic skills
I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
That's right, it's wicked – that's life, I live it
Ain't askin' for forgiveness for my sins, ends
I break bread with the late heads
Pickin' their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changin' us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'evils
You might also like[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy]
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"
[Verse 2]
We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin'
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
I kept feedin' her money 'til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever foresee?
We used to stay up all night at slumber parties
Now I'm tryna rock his bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears
Know she's wishin' we were still close
Don't cry, it is to be; in time
I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils
[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy]
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"
[Verse 3]
My flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed
By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses
The Exorcist got me doin' sticks
Like, "Homie, you don't know me
But the whole world owe me, strip!"
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothin' nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquor's invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off – Momma, forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'evils beatin' me down, boo
Got me runnin' with guys, makin' G's, tellin' lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm givin' lead showers
Stop screamin', you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'evils
[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg]
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"57 | Hip-HopRap | 24 | 6 | 1,996 | 535,544 |
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15 | December 4th | JAY-Z | [Produced by Just Blaze]
[Intro: Gloria Carter]
Shawn Carter was born December 4th, weighing in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces. He was the last of my four children. The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him. And that's how I knew that he was a special child.
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
They say "They never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone."
So on that note, I'm leavin' after this song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long
But at least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves
Who made love under the sycamore tree
Which makes me a more sicker MC, and my momma would claim
At 10 pounds, when I was born, I didn't give her no pain
Although through the years I gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose; I ain't perfect, I care
But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matchin' my gear
Now I'm just scratchin' the surface 'cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted
Hold on
[Interlude: Gloria Carter]
Shawn was a very shy child growing up. He was into sports, and a funny story is at 4 he taught himself how to ride a bike. A two-wheeler at that, isn't that special? But I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up.
You might also like[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Now, all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seein' me
So, with that disdain in my membrane
Got on my pimp game; fuck the world, my defense came
Then DeHaven introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine, I'm a hustler now
My gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd
And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin' me now
My self-esteem went through the roof, man, I got my swag
Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged
Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly, knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack-ass
I'm gettin' ahead of myself; by the way, I could rap
But that came second to me movin' this crack
"Gimme a second, I swear," I would say about my rap career
'Til '96 came, niggas, I'm here; goodbye!
[Interlude: Gloria Carter]
Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping until the wee hours of the morning. And then I bought him a boom box, and his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts. But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble.
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
Goodbye to the game, all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in the spot, knowin' cops could rush
And you in a drop, you're so easy to touch
No two days are alike except the first and fifteenth, pretty much
And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up
And the drought will define a man when the well dries up
You learn the worth of water without work
You thirst 'til you die, yup!
And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got 'em
And this was the stress I lived with
'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made, every sister I played
‘Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose, or rather, the life that chose me
[Outro: JAY-Z]
If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade...46 | Hip-HopRap | 14 | 11 | 2,003 | 302,137 |
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16 | ’98 Freestyle | Big L | [Verse 1]
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin' my chips
You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp
A while back, I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park
Countin' G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie huntin'
Trigger temper, I'm quick to body somethin'
You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin'
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best
I stopped hangin' around y'all
'Cause niggas like you be prayin' on my downfall
Hopin' I flop, hopin' I stop
You probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what!? Nobody followed you
You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you
You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit
Do me a favor — please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up!
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from?
So what you actin' for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga somethin', 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men
I'mma be rippin' the mics until I'm a hundred-and-ten
Have y'all niggas like "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin' wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on your niggas
And rob every last one of you niggas
You might also like[Bridge]
Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
(Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more) - Bobbito
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out
Aight, we gon' hit it like this, check it out
[Verse 2]
Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken
I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin'
I’ve got a left hook that be leavin' guys knocked out
Keep frontin', and I'mma choke you 'til your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone — why do a stupid thing like that?
Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight
Plus I fucked your little sister, and that pussy was right
That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers
You fuckin' snitch — right now, you prolly wearin' wires
It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open
I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug
That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug 'til he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week, bring a different car out
Go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain’t a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
'Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me, we puff much izzy
I do shit that only tough men do
And them cats you with — fuck them too, I’ll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga
No dough, always on the train-ass nigga
Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga
You got fucked upstate, you cupcake
How many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every bitch in my path
I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
Yo, I’mma take you out your misery
And after this, nigga
Put you in the social studies book 'cause you’re history65 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 8 | 2,000 | 314,190 |
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17 | What Happened to That Boy? | Birdman | [Intro: Birdman]
Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga, put it in the air, mo—)
(Birdman, motherfucker) Birdman, motherfucker, fucker
Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA)
NO, nigga (NO, nigga)
What you smell? (Money smell)
Coca leaf plants, boy (Coca leaf plants, bitch)
Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker
Ayy-ayy, yola, come on, little'un', handle your business for me, boy
[Chorus: Pusha T, Birdman & Malice]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Whoa)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Malicious)
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Malice]
I heard they snitching on a player; man, say it ain't so
Even as a young'un', they consigned me to blow
Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an eighth to an O
Word in the streets that the envy is me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
Nine on the waist, hit the bitch up severely
I'm known for the flip of that cocaína
I'm heavy in the street like the 7-Serie' Beemer, man
Hit 'em with the Nina, man
Or that four-fit', guaranteed to lean your man, whoa!
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit you just to make a statement, bitch
Clipse and Cash Money—who ain't rich?
Don't compare me to you, nigga; you ain't this, whoa!
You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher (Let's get this money, nigga! Let's get this money!)
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes
Been shitting up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy (Cuff 'em up, light 'em up, bitch)
Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie
Shit one, throw one, nigga, flood the block
If I don't go to jail, nigga, birds gon' flock (Brrr! Brrr!)
Nigga sitting on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot!
The bird just landed so the hood gonna rock
New whips, big chips, the Prada-Gucci shit
Bought mami a fly Benz, the wide, skinny lips
She takes my flight, she holds my weight
While the Port was staked out from state to state
It ain't nothing to a baller, baby
Pay the cost, big money, heavyweight, Birdman, hood boss, baby
Stepping on my line, I'll show a little something
Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch you
[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Uugh! Another soul lost
Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche
Uugh! The rims match, of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them
Glistening, wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer
I put this on my Lord:
My niece was four when she felt chinchilla
I passed the chauffeur that shit
That made fiends rise from the dead like "Thriller"
Gangster, hustler
At night, still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I'm dreaming, kick my feet up
Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon, so
Quit your yappin' before I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix-and-matchin', fella
[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy)
[Outro: Birdman]
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
There it is, nigga—there you have it (You know)
Birdman, Clipse, you under-smell?
VA (VA), you know?
Uptown nigga (Uptown, ride out)
We go anywhere with this bullshit (Anywhere with this bullshit)
We flip bricks, you under-smell? (Gangster, motherfucker)
Ayy, nigga, put this puzzle together
Ayy, Pharrell, you did it this year, nigga (You did it, nigga)
Thousand pieces (Uh-huh), puzzles (Star Trak), hundred, you know
Let's get this money (Yeah, let's get the money, baby)
Hey nigga, I smell something! Coca leaf plants, bitch (Coca leaf plants, you under-smell? Let's get the money, biatch!)
Get money, motherfucker (Biatch!)
However you want it, you can get it, pimp
From gangster to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga
We get it how we live
Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga
Money thing, motherfucker18 | Hip-HopRap | 26 | 11 | 2,002 | 109,602 |
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18 | It’s Hot (Some Like It Hot) | JAY-Z | [Produced by Timbaland]
[Intro]
Can't stop it, nigga (Ugh)
Check, mm-mm, uh-huh
Can't stop that, ch-ch (Timbaland shit, huh)
Put your hands together (Jiggaman shit, huh)
Yeah, ugh
Brooklyn, Brook-Brooklyn, huh (That's right)
Put your motherfuckin' hands together, uh-huh
This that shit
Yo, ugh
Put your motherfuckin' hands together, can't stop it
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Show-closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hova
Place-shutter-down, who the fuck'll fuck around?
Game-spitter, Range-sitter, Bentley-driver, nigga
Keep a full clip, I have to empty out on niggas
Ho-bagger, no-slacker
Get this shit jumpin' ike eight blacks, four crackers—
Get your ass jumped
Cris'-sipper, six-dipper, wrist glitter, nigga
Gat-buster, ass-toucher, clit-licker
Go against Jigga? Your ass is dense
I'm about a dollar—what the fuck is fifty cents?
Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out
My jewelry so bright you can turn these lights out
Hova's like Noah: Keep two in the truck
I'm like U-Haul: Every bitch moving, I fuck
You move, slut, I gotta put two in your butt
I'm everything: the whens, whys, whos, and what
Nigga, what!
You might also like[Chorus]
Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch
When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop
Hell no you can't stop it (Ugh)—when it's hot, it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch (Motherfuckin' hands together)
When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop
[Verse 2]
Separate myself from the lame, no you can't see me
I'm six-oh-oh, you're three hundred C-E
Give my ladies dick, my young hoes pee-pee
Hits in a row like MJ ("Hee-hee!")
Since I was waist height, late night, bustin' in the clouds
Running wild, coming home late, cussin' out my mouth
Niggas said, "Bryan, leave your cousin in the house
Every time we play the Dozen, he's bugging out"
While y'all was playing yo-yo, I was sitting on low pros
Dippin' the po-po, gettin' that dough-dough
No, no, I ain't stupid—I take loot, kid
What's in the bank? Shoot it, lose it like I ain't do it
You wanna play Jigga, nigga? What you drank, fluid?
Got a full tank, now you wanna pull rank?
I clap steel, act ill, Jigga shoot thee
Give you chest pains, leg sprains—absolutely! What!
[Chorus]
Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch
When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop
Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch
When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop, pop
[Verse 3]
Thirty-eight revolve like a Sun 'round the Earth
Try to play hard get you found 'round the dirt
Six shell casings found 'round your shirt
(*Crying*) In surround sound from the Hearse
Jiggaman, trigger-man, hit your man up
Six shots, hit the pole, hit the van up
Kidnap grown folks, get them grands up
Timbaland, hot shit—get them hands up
[Chorus]
Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch
When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop
Hell, no, you can't stop it (Ugh)—when it's hot, it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch (Motherfuckin' hands together)
When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop (Nigga, what!)
Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch
When there's drama Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop
Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot
My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop
My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch
When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop, pop12 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 12 | 1,999 | 111,238 |
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19 | Losing Weight, Pt. 2 | Cam’ron | [Intro]
Know what's poppin', I'm not fuckin' with you, man
You ain't have my money now, my connect not fuckin' with me
Get the fuck out of here
Nah, nah, yo, B, word to— word to Blood, yo, we—
We got it poppin' right now
Me, Left, and Gator, man, we just got Papi for a brick and a half, B
I got everything I owe you and a another half for you right now in the car, that's word, B
Right now?
Right now, B
Good, good, good, good, good
You got your fuckin' head on your fuckin' shoulders now, B
Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, nigga
Let me think, let me think
Now I could go back to—
I'm goin' back to North Carolina, down in Greensboro and take care—
Where I can take care with Thi and Bum and them niggas
Jimmy and Zek' is right now in Massachusetts, I'ma call them
Okay
I'ma give you the directions, take the Benz
If you get lost, push the OnStar, you know what I'm sayin'?
The directions get you straight there, you know what I mean?
Okay, let's do it
Be careful, put that shit away, man, you know what I mean?
Be careful, I love you, alright? You good
Call me on the cell if you got a problem
You might also like[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ayo, fuck losing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray
Baby due today ('Day)
I got to move an eighth (Eighth)
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwing me (Fuck 'em)
Killa never let the drama slide
Y'all gon' hear a nigga mama die (Yo, yo)
Yell out homicide
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Eighteen months? Please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing, though, take shock anyway
Six months, right back on the damn block anyway (Anyway)
But look, money from across the street
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
And five-oh, they work for us (Us), walk the beat
Walk with heat 'cause talk is cheap (Cheap)
So dun stay silent (Shh)
Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent (Silent)
When it comes to beef, it becomes a talent (Talent)
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from "Violence," Killa
Digital ten, shit get critical, friend
I got eight hundred invisible men
That mean it could be the bank man
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the frank stand (Stand)
Will rat poison your relish right in the center, babe
Bitch is a renegade, she'll piss in your lemonade (Lemonade)
And y'all dead now, that, you could bet now
Do like a toaster, put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns, blow TEC rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition (I see it)
But they don't know them days I was stooped up and pitching
Or all them hot summers I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams, it was ninety I fried
Three-fifty on the stove and it's ninety outside ('Side)
I'ma get this girl that be stuffing my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cutting her wrists
Her mom died, her-on overdose stuffed in her wrist
Father fucking her, older man fucking her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
'Cause when she needed help, I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, yeah, I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her tongue out, flirted, played with his dick
"You know Cam?" He said, "Yeah, don't play with his chips" (Chips)
Stood back, blazed him with six, amazing and shit
Huh? Killa, Killa, Dipset, nigga
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Yo, fuck losing weight (Uh-huh)
We back on these highways, we moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
Take my moms, move away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate (Uh-huh)
Baby due today (Come on)
I got to move an eighth (That's right)
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwing me (Yeah)
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block 'til the shots hit me (Yo)
Until the shots get me
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice
When it comes to spitting that fire
It's real, dog, I live in the fire
Used to being in the streets, homie
In the midst of the fire
Break work, put it in pots, sit it in fire
Quick to grab the fifth and just fire
Try to peel off, I'm hitting your tires
Hittin' your doors while your car's spinning, hitting the wall
That's just the beginning of war
I let you know you dealing with dogs
My villains'll finish you off
Head in your chest, brain
Dead on the Van Wyck expressway
While I got my hand in the TEC, wave
Niggas like, "Fuck, is he stupid?" (Yes, I am)
Cops wanna cuff me, do it
You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it
Rush me, do it
Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sergeant troopers
Look at my body, I lost so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight
I'm telling Papi, "Front me a brick, let me owe that cake"
He telling me he ain't got but so much weight
He been waiting for his connection to come
I'm like, "At least give me a half, I'll compress it and stretch it to one"
I'm on the block as usual
With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules to use case we get bopped by the dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed, and glued
Or shots from the Ruger duke'll circle round your body like hula-hoops (Woo)
Mami told me, "Son, hold your own"
And one day you gon' grow to be a rolling stone
I believed her
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block 'til the shots hit me
[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]
Ayo, fuck losing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray
Baby due today ('Day)
I got to move an eighth (Eighth)
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwing me (Fuck 'em)
Killa never let the drama slide
Y'all gon' hear a nigga mama die
Yell out homicide
Yo, fuck losing weight (Uh-huh)
We back on these highways, we moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
Take my moms, move away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby due today
I got to move an eighth (That's right)
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwing me
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block 'til the shots hit me
Until the shots get me4 | Comics and Games | 14 | 5 | 2,002 | 34,942 |
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21 | Colors | Gucci Mane | [Verse 1]
Blue and white Charger
Same color the Dodgers
Crayola car same color as a marker
Red '74 same color as a Cardinal
Fat bank rolls like I robbed Wells Fargo
Black Bentley coupe same color as some charcoal
Clear through top same color as a dope boy
Off-white Jag same color as the yayo
Pure white guts same color as some mayo
Transformer Benz Decepticon like Legos
Sixes got my donk sitting like a Winnebago
Paint like Play-Doh
The alfredo Lambo
The shrimp scampi Chevy and the guts look like egg yolk
[Hook]
Colors, colors
All my ice is colors, colors
I live my life in colors, colors
And my girls is colors, colors
And my world is colors, colors
I live my life in colors, colors
I rock my ice in colors, colors
And my world's in colors, colors
And my girls is
See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2]
Benz look like Fruit Loops
Diamonds look like Juicy Fruit
See-through golden brownish coupe
Same color as apple juice
Flashy as a stack or two
Safe like da crackers do
Green and golden Chevy same color as the Packers boots
Dark and patent leather seats
Mellow yellow bezel
Got the ground beef guts painted Hamburger Helper
Amazon Jacob same color as a leopard
Black diamonds in it same color as a checker
Red and blue and white 'Bird like Woody Woodpecker
Smoked a half an ounce of goody cause it make me feel better
Chopper on the floor
Shotty on the dresser
Million dollar lick and I hope it be successful
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Brand new black Benz
Same color a ink pen
Took it to the tech shop
Sat it on some street spins
Retro Jordans same color as my painted rims
Porsches look like Seagram gin
Forces look like oxygen
Vette look like margarine when it hit the block
I named that bitch "Chiquita" then removed her from the top
Bought my girlfriend Gucci loafers and a pocketbook
Got her looking fruity like she got her color book
Trophy-trophy dosey-dosey
Jake Jake no rolly-polly
Guatemala 740 same color as guacamole
Sour cream and onions
Ferrari look like Funyuns
White and green Lotus same color as the MONEY!3 | Hip-HopRap | 17 | 8 | 2,008 | 37,181 |
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26 | A Milli | Fabolous | It's time to get money
I got a million reasons why I'm better than them (a million)
Yeah (I'm about to give you one right now)
It's Loso in case you ain't know so baby; let get right into it
What's really the dilly with these silly muhfuckas
Buncha fake ass Milli Vanilli muhfuckas
Yet still these muhfuckas say they feel these muhfuckas
But I only smoke Dutches I don't feel these muhfuckas
They gon pull and shoot what?
No really muhfucka
You gon run, prolly pull ya achilly muhfucka
Nigga please, you wouldn't pop a wheelie muhfucka
You wouldn't raise the heat if you was chilly muhfucka
I will kill these muhfuckas
Till' these muhfuckas know that I Am Legend
Call me Big Willy muhfucka
I'm wit Freck Billi and some West Philly muhfuckas
And you can be a vic if you get silly muhfucka
So if you feelin froggy leap that lily muhfucka
And I'll serve yo fruity ass like Wet Willies muhfucka
I'm like Obama to these silly muhfuckas
And you niggas is Clinton, Hill Billy muhfuckas
Niggas said you niggas is Clinton. Hill Billy muhfuckers
Hillary, Bill Clin--Fuck it. They don't get it
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also likeI am a million-aire in some Louis V millionaires
White bucket like Gilligan wear
La familia in here, don't care who over there
Red rover red rover send them bitches over here
You can also send the waiter, yeah I think his name Ramon
Tell his slow ass to c'mon wit that Grey Goose and Patron
Tryna get em in the zone da da da zone
So I can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone
Ya smell me, nah baby not my cologne
Let me be clear as some Bacardi Limon
Looky here Simone, you can call the phone
But if you ain't tryna bone you'll be talkin to the tone
I'm so cocky that all I wanna do is bone
I'm so Rocky my last name should be Stallone
I ain't Jimmy baby, I ain't here to Jones
Fuck whatcha talkin bout....its Los1 | Hip-HopRap | null | null | null | 8,425 |
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27 | Big Girl | Ghostface Killah | [Produced by Ghostface Killah and Anthony Acid]
Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime
So it seems like it doesn't make sense
[Female singing with laughing in the background]
[Sniffing]
[Verse]
Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke
They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats
They had stacks on the tables, cables
I had to say it was like early May
A few days 'til my birthday date, baby date
I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique
Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente
He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink
I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink
Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks
Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink
Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses
Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses
Toney with the Montana, I came to play
With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay
Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige
I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage
I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on
What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria?
Y'all money that long?
Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking
You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him"
And this one bitch called me Fat Albert
The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it
Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets
They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me
Just because you left home, this is Tone
Yo, you see I flip stones
Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned
3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks
And they picky when it come to they dick
If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well
Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells
Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail
And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell
Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop
College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop
And all I ask in life's for you to be careful
Stay focused, take care of your health
Have kids and marry a prince
Good luck and happiness
And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow
The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow
And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library
You got the right conversation, education and looks
With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks
Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid
Computer wizard, you about to get paid
You might also like[Outro, over background singing]
Yea
You know I just met y'all
And I love y'all already and all that
But I gotta get off that nose candy
To make it in life and all that shit
That's why I'm here
I'm like a father figure and all that shit
I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but
Ya'nawm sayin?
Cause I drop jewels all over the place
Y'all too pretty for that
Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt
I just want you to snap out of it
You know why? cause you's a5 | Hip-HopRap | 28 | 3 | 2,006 | 10,293 |
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28 | C.R.E.A.M. | Wu-Tang Clan | [Produced by RZA]
[Intro: Raekwon & Method Man]
What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam)
Cash rules-
Word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way
Word up, know what I'm sayin'?
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-
Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up
(Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money)
(Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin' alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I begin the G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this, son
Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen
Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16
And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes
Makin' my way on fire escapes
No question, I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Stickin' up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out
Catchin' keys from 'cross seas
Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now
See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Chorus: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make cream
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen
A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much
Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not—
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turned, I learned life is hell
Livin' in the world no different from a cell
Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase
Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth
Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer
And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
[Chorus: Method Man & Inspectah Deck]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do)
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all (To get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
Cash rules everything around me (Because you can't just get by no more)
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down)
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, yeah
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah228 | Hip-Hop | 31 | 1 | 1,994 | 2,170,150 |
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29 | Warning | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Produced by Easy Mo Bee]
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop]
Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning?
Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'
Wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin' me and why
It's my nigga, Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect
Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say them
They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when
When you was clockin' minor figures
Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you
I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do
[Chorus]
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop]
They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates out of state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
They even heard about the crib
You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor
Call the coroner!
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'
If my burglar alarm starts ringin'
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour
The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in a bad predicament
Where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck what I'ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on your asshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?
I'm not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and
Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
[Skit]
C'mon, motherfucker
Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh?
It's right over here
You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house
Fuck, right here
Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
Oh shit
What? What's wrong?
What's that red dot on your head, man?
What red dot?
Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
Oh shit!97 | Hip-Hop | 13 | 9 | 1,994 | 655,279 |
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31 | Steady Mobbin’ | Lil Wayne | [Produced by Kane Beatz]
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, fuck these niggas
I'ma spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas (Kane is in the buildin', nigga)
Yeah, and fuck these bitches
I swear, I care about everything but these bitches
I don't care, I "so what" these bitches
And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches
If it ain't broke, don't break it
And if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him
Hope I don’t look weak, 'cause when a wolf cry wolf
You still see that wolf teeth, mothafucka
Futuristic handgun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one, haha
I'm at your face like Lancôme, haha
You niggas softer than Roseanne's son, heh
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue
Crazy mothafucka, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
All-white bricks
I’m straight like it’s jumping back to 36, nigga
Big house, long hallways
Got 10 bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
What the fuck is up? (Up) It’s Gucci Mane the G (S'Gucci)
Ask Tity Boi, no pity, boy; this scar city, the city boy (What?)
So Icy; so, no Nike, boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me ('Scuse me)
"Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me, why that boy keep buying jewelry?" (Kane is in the buildin', nigga)
East Atlanta cockin' hammers, bandannas on car antennas (Ugh)
No, we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these niggas' fingers (Huh)
Gucci's armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust
This AK-47 will hit ya anywhere from the ankle up (Ankle)
Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can (Damn)
4-5 Desert Eagle on me, you'll think I'm a Eagles fan (Huh)
Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again (Hah)
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again (Gucci)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, the-the-the money is the motive
Fuck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote
"Okay, I’m reloaded," better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie
Swagger so bright, I don’t even need light
I’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice, ha
But, would you believe it? She eat dykes
And she asked me for a picture, so I gave her three strikes, yeah
I-I’m the man around this mothafucka
I’m so hot, you probably catch a tan around this mothafucka
This rap game, I got my hand around this mothafucka
Yeah, I said "game," but I ain’t playin' around this mothafucka
Yeah! I’m the best to ever do it, bitch, haha
And you’re the best at never doin' shit
If you the shit, then I'm sewerage
Try me and I'll have your people reading eulogies, haha
I swear, you can't fuck with me
But I can fuck your girl, and make her nut for me, then slut for me
Then kill for me, then steal for me, and of course, it'll be your cash
Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, man, suck my clip
Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit, ughhhh
I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this
"F" is for ferocious, murder your associates
The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weez'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
(Kane is in the buildin', nigga)
And we don’t want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby47 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 6 | 2,009 | 446,066 |
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32 | Suck My Dick | Lil’ Kim | [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich
[Verse 1]
To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes
Boosters, sellin' clothes
And all my ghetto bitches in the projects
Comin' through like bulldozers
No, we ain't sober
Bum bitches know better than to start shit
Niggas love a hard bitch
One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema
Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar
Kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never comin' home
Kim got 'em in the zone, beatin' they dicks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbin' their tits
What? I'm lovin' this shit, Queen Bitch!
What bitch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached, yeah nigga, picture that
I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us, no doubt
Ay yo, yo, yo, come here so I can bust in ya mouth
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
Ay yo, come here, bitch
Nigga, fuck you!
No, fuck you, bitch
Who you talkin' to?
Why you actin' like a bitch?
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick
You might also like[Verse 2]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y
The BX, the chron-chron and the list goes on and on
(On and on and on) like Erykah Badu
Once he drink the Remy down, ooh, I got this nigga now
He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind
Like niggas be doin': "Yeah baby, I love you long time"
Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya, I might not even fuck ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
Niggas know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
Ay yo, come here, bitch
Nigga, fuck you!
No, fuck you, bitch
Who you talkin' to?
Why you actin' like a bitch?
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick
[Verse 3]
I'ma keep it real, for the dough I might kill
I'm tryna see my face on a hunnid dolla bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance
Cum all on his pants
I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio
I said "Whoa! Who's the other guy?
Hope you know you payin' extra for this fuckin' third eye"
Something about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth: "Fool, Give me my money!"
He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick
All they can do for me is suck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
Ay yo, come here, bitch
Nigga, fuck you!
No, fuck you, bitch
Who you talkin' to?
Why you actin' like a bitch?
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick4 | Rap | 27 | 6 | 2,000 | 88,782 |
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34 | Comedy Central | Clipse | [Verse 1: Malice & Fabolous]
Say, dawg, let's not get involved
You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids
Face you with a chrome four that'll lock your legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that endanger my name
I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke
I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke
And we got word that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'
'Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen
"Goodnight, friend, 'til we meet again
But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again", uh
I never front like I'm something I'm not
But being broke, well, that's just something I'm not
Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that
And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me, friend? If they could, they'd kill me, friend
'Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Yeah)
You might also like[Verse 2: Fabolous]
They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it, please
I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease
This guy's in a hurry
Ma, I can't even fuck with you if you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's your ice cream look like it's made by Ben & Jerry?
Y'all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts
Email snitch, got Ds in your two-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac
In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back
The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches
Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's
I got them Teflons to shove in the four
That have undercovers and po' recovering slow
The government know the kid been loving the dough
Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow, Ghetto
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocain"
I turn over 'caine over and over again
Hell, so much clientele
I could lose it all today, be back the next day
Still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in three gestures, down, up and aim
I can define death better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and off to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December
Wintertime, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask 'em, Pusha T push a ton
Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run
Yes, I'm holding, whether it's heat or cocaine
In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
With money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central
Mine's mental, others is made up stencil
When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in the rental
I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it
Saran Wrap, Vaseline so they can't sniff it
Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts Bermuda
You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa
[Interlude]
Let me hit that, cuz
Hit that good shit
Damn, this shit some killa, cuz
That's that 'dro-ski woah-ski
Damn right
You think I'm a freeloader, cuz?
Nah, you know, cuz-cuz, man, don't— don't even go there, cuz
You know you my nigga, man
Nah, he— he said you— you said
He said you— you was talkin' 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout you say I'm a freeloader
Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout that baby mama shit, cuz
You know, we was talkin' 'bout in general
All the bullshit that's goin' on right now, cuz
Oh, nah, mane, this bitch crazy, man
I just came over here to talk to you, man
This bitch got me stressed out like a motherfucker, man
I don't even fuck with this bitch, man
You got me payin'—
You got me payin' like I'm payin' for your damn kids
Good lookin' out, cuz
I got you, though, cuz, I got you for all that shit, cuz
Man, don't worry about it, I know you got me
But don't got me, get me
Cuz! Cuz, I know you ain't actin' like that, cuz (Man, I ain't sayin'—)
I know you ain't gon' carry it like that, cuz (I ain't sayin' all that)
I'm not sayin' all that
Come on, cuz, we grew up together, cuz (I know you got me, cuz)
I know you got me, you family, cuz
Cuz, if it— if it's like that, cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz
It's too much shit goin' on, man
Cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz
Killa, it's too much shit that's goin' on right now to be—
I'm sayin' though, cuz, but you gon' carry like that with me, cuz
I'm sayin' like that though, cuz
I'm sayin', we grew up together, man, my— I'm sayin', though, man
Bitch, I know you ain't cryin'!
You p— you cryin'?
It ain't even like that, cuz
It ain't like that, cuz
Roll up1 | Hip-HopRap | 20 | 8 | 2,002 | 22,451 |
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36 | Carter II | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
So you made it this far
We upstairs
I let you up here
You special
Marley, don't shoot 'em
You know what this is
It's still Tha Carter II, people
It's still Tha Carter II, people
Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter II, people
Hey, yeah
[Verse]
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems
I address 'em like P.O. boxes
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit
Wet your ass up head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honeypie
We ain't running, we don't hide
Screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Don't get caught on it
This the deadliest grinds, I put your heart on it
And walk on it
The chalk's only for the art, homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya?
Look around
We at war and you still in preparation
I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you got to pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that
Photophobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw
I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brassiere hook
Bitch, cheer
Camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear
You ain't nothing but a deer
Around here, and this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On they head at the bottom
You ain't got to shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't got to get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
Get 'emYou might also like17 | Hip-HopRap | 6 | 12 | 2,005 | 59,619 |
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37 | Ride for My Niggas (Sky is the Limit) | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
Ahem
Weezy F
Young Money, Cash Money
This is Da Drought 3, ladies and gentlemen
And you know me
Let's go
[Hook]
You know I ride for my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living
I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing
[Verse 1]
My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet
I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos
And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest
My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis
Self-made G, and them bitches know the business
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist
And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention
You looking for divine and a lil' intervention
And them birds don't fly without my permission
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons
See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing
You might also like[Hook]
And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
‘Cause the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it
The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!)
[Verse 2]
Buck-ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it
Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects
Tell a bitch, "Don't talk to me
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free"
And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap"
'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah
My flow is art — unique, yeah
My flow can part a sea
The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat"
By any means, and you just sardines
I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps
What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans
The majority of my city is riders
They tried to make a brand-new map without us
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars
And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours
[Hook]
And I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And I'ma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Because the sky is the limit
Yeah, the sky is the limit
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it
'Cause the sky is the limit
[Verse 3]
And you don't want to fuck with a soldier
Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting
On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha
And you don't want to fuck with a soldier
Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder
Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses
Haha, now that's fucked up
And I'm a G
And you ain't got to know the alphabets to see
I know my whole city is depending on me
And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets
[Hook]
So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Because the sky is the limit
Yeah, the sky is the limit
And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it
'Cause the sky is the limit
They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living
I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing
'Cause the sky is the limit
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit35 | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 4 | 2,007 | 280,076 |
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38 | Barry Bonds | Kanye West | [Verse 1: Kanye West]
It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it?
What people pay paper for, damn it
They can't stand it, they want something new
So let's get reacquainted, became the hood favorite
I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Life of a Don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on
Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
[Refrain: Kanye West]
We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby!
We outta here, baby!
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Dude! Fresh off the plane—Konnichiwa, bitches
Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot
Ask for it, I did it—that asshole done did it
Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he shit it
I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas
But only I could come up with some shit like this
I done played the underdog my whole career
I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year?
They say, "He goin' crazy and we seen this before"
But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink polo
Nigga, please, how you gon' say I ain't no Lo-head?
'Cause my Dior got me more model head?
I'm insulted, you should go 'head
And bow so hard 'til your knees hit your forehead
And the flow just hit code red
Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me
Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me
I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me
But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me (Sit behind me)
You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West]
Life of a Don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on
Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby!
What? What? We outta here, baby!
Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here, baby!
And me? I'm Mr. Weezy Baby, yeah!
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I'm so bright, not shady
My teeth and my ice so white like Shady
Ice in my teeth so refrigerated
I'm so fuckin' good like I'm sleepin' with Meagan (Ha!)
I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns, and Reagans
Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them
Oops, I meant "have them"—I'm so crazy
But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies
I'm such a hayvoc—oops, I meant "havoc"
And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit
And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family
Stove on my waist turn beef to patties (Bow!)
And I ate it 'cause I'm so avid (No homo)
And I don't front and I don't go backwards
And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit
And you can get buried—suck my bat, bitch (ha!)
[Refrain: Kanye West & Lil Wayne]
We outta here, baby!
We outta here, baby!
We outta here, baby!
Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Life of a Don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on
Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds36 | Hip-HopRap | 11 | 9 | 2,007 | 304,297 |
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39 | Fireman | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
(Weezy Baby)
Shh, the fireman comin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh)
Yeah (Uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah
Yeah (That's right), yup (Birdman), yup
(They gon' have to call the law), uh-huh (I'm burnin', shawty)
I'm back (I tried told 'em)
What you, oh, what you gon' do now? (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (Uh-uh)
He-Man, ski mask, spendin' next week's cash, he fast (Oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah)
And my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no)
Gotta be abstract (Oh, no)
You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (Hey)
My girls can't wear that, why? That's where my stash at (Uh-uh-uh)
I put my MAC down (Yeah), that's where you lack at (Yeah)
She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that (Got 'em)
I rekindled the flame (Got 'em), she remember the name (Got 'em)
It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?)
Mama, give me that brain (Yeah), mama, give me that good (Yeah)
'Cause I'm the fireman (Oh), you hear the fire truck
You might also like[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
[Verse 2]
Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (Yeah)
Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (Yeah)
Raw Tune, not a cartoon (Ayy)
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy)
I'm hot, but the car cool
She wet, that's a car-pool
Been in that water since a youngin, you just shark food (Yum, yum)
Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (Hah)
Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (Woah)
Don't snooze (No)
Been handlin' the game so long, my thumbs bruised
Your new girlfriend is old news
You ain't got enough green and she so blue, yeah (Aww)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Yes)
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (Yes)
Now, watch me melt, don't burn yourself, 'cause
[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (Well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (Yeah)
My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right)
Half of the game too lazy (Yeah)
Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep
I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (Woah)
Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (Hot)
Come on mama, let the Carter make you (Yeah)
Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (Yeah)
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (Yeah)
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on)
Y'all in the race and me, I'm at the finish line (Uh-huh)
Been runnin' for too long, it's time to give me mine (Uh-huh)
Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I (Who?)
Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot
[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
[Outro]
Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got 'em
I-I-I-I-I got 'em
Ayy, ayy, B, I got 'em
Ayy, ayy, D, I got 'em
Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got 'em
Yeah, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I
I, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I-I-I
I'ma put you out38 | Hip-HopRap | 25 | 10 | 2,005 | 156,615 |
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42 | Brooklyn (Go Hard) | JAY-Z | [Intro: Santigold]
Brooklyn— Brooklyn— Brooklyn— Brooklyn
Brooklyn, we go hard
We go hard
[Chorus: Santigold & (Jay-Z)]
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard (Agh!)
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard (Go hard)
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
This is black hoodie rap
There's no fear in my eyes where they lookin' at
Better look on map
Besides, me nah like to eye fight
Me nah think such a ting is worth a man's life (Christ!)
But if a man test my Stuy
I promise he won't like my reply
Boom-bye-bye, like Buju, I'm crucial
I'm a Brooklyn boy, I may take some gettin' use to
Chain snatchin', ain't have it, gotta get it
Same shiddit, from Brownsville to Bainbriddidge
Fatherless child, Mama pulled double shifts
So the number runners was the only ones I hanged widdith
Before you know it I'm in the game, bang fiddith
Fear no orangutans, piddeel ciddaps
Like oranges-es, I'm dangerous
Please! Tell me what the name of this shit
You might also like[Hook: Santigold & (Jay-Z)]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I father, I Brooklyn-Dodger them
I jack, I rob, I sin
Aw, man—I'm Jackie Robinson
'Cept when I run base, I dodge the pen
Lucky me, luckily, they didn't get me
Now when I bring the Nets, I'm the Black Branch Rickey
From Brooklyn corners, burnin' branches of sticky
Spread love, Biggie; Brooklyn, hippie
I pity the fool with jewels like Mr. T
With no history in my borough, they borrow
With no intentions of returnin' tomorrow
The sun don't come out for many, like Annie
Half-orphan, Mama never had an abortion
Papa sort of did; still, I managed to live
I go hard, I owe it all to the crib
Now please tell me, what the fuck's harder than this?
[Hook: Santigold & (Jay-Z)]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again)
[Verse 3: Santigold]
While I'm doin' my time due to circumstance
Cross that bridge, face the consequence
Once bid ten, now I paid my dues
Risk takers, we break the rules
Get so dark, but I see good
Bed-Stuy stay high in my neck of the woods
Now, let it ring out, it's a warnin'
(Brooklyn!) Let it be sworn in
Gotta make it stick workin' like we blue collar
Rip it to the core, underneath it all we harder
Right into the clip, bring it to the floor
One step, one step, give it up more
The road is rough and the street's a mess
Got big cash dreams and a sick death wish
Robbin' out the commercial stash
Kill the voice screamin' in my head
[Hook: Santigold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
[Outro: Santigold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard25 | Hip-HopRap | 1 | 12 | 2,008 | 279,008 |
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43 | Juicy | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
You might also like[Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy]
You know very well (Yeah)
Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha)
Reach for the stars (It's all good)
You had a goal (C'mon)
But not that many (It's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty (Check it)
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff
I was too used to packing gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy]
You know very well (C'mon)
Who you are (Bankrolls)
Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes)
Reach for the stars (Mansions)
You had a goal
But not that many (It's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebrating every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
You know very well (Money)
Who you are (Hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Reach for the stars (That's right)
You had a goal (It's all good)
But not that many (All good)
'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent)
I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Post-Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch)
[Chorus: Total]
You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty
[Outro: Puff Daddy & Total]
Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
It's all good
That's right, '94
And on and on, and on and on
You know very well
It's all good
Who you are
Yeah
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
[Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]390 | Hip-Hop | 9 | 8 | 1,994 | 3,920,970 |
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44 | D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune) | JAY-Z | [Produced by No I.D.]
[Intro]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... (Good riddance!)
Hold up...
[Chorus]
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin...
Begin...
Begin
[Verse 1]
This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct (uhh!)
This might offend my political connects (uhh!)
My raps don’t have melodies
This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies (uhh!)
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn (Uhh!)
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making gon' make it the Great Depression (uhh!)
All your lack of aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set, men (uhh, uhh!)
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
You might also like[Chorus]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...
Only nigga to re-write history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin...
Begin...
Begin
Hold up...
[Verse 2]
This ain't a number one record (uhh!)
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (uhh!)
I made this just for Flex and... Mister Cee
I want niggas to feel threatened (uhh!)
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far, nigga!) (uhh, uhh!)
I might wear black for a year straight (uhh!)
I might bring back Versace shades (uhh!)
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100 (uhh!)
This is for Hot 9-7
This shit for Clue, for Khaled, for we the bestin... (uhh!)
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
[Chorus]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...
Only nigga to re-write history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin...
Begin...
Begin
Hold up...
[Verse 3]
Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... Ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it (uhh!)
Get 3 Thou' to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this (uhh!)
You niggas singin' too much
Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too much (uhh, uhh!)
I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here (uhh!)
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin' 'bout how I be in the projects all day (uhh!)
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me (uhh, uhh!)
Nigga, just get violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
[Outro]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...17 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 9 | 2,009 | 275,597 |
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45 | You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You) | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Produced by Jiv Poss, Puff Daddy, Stevie J and DJ Enuff]
[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions
Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin'
Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig-piece, nigga deceased
Muah, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear
Shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin'
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin'
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all
Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
You might also like[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)]
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
Live happily ever after in laughter
Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster
And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
Three of mine dead, nothin' left to do
But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed
Incidents like this, I take trips
Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)
Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour
Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore (say what?)
Told me meet 'em in the future later
They'll take me shoppin', buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters
Rich bitch shit, drinkin' Cristal 'til they piss the shit, uhh
Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches
Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me
Reminisce on dead friends too
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)]
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh
You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right)
Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit
You ain't worth spit, just a memory
Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that)
Silly cat, wore suede in the rain
Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name (what was his name?), you mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine?
A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name?
Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean?
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)]
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)34 | Hip-Hop | 25 | 3 | 1,997 | 320,723 |
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46 | Me & My Bitch | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Intro: Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo
Yo, would you kill for me?
Hmm, yeah
Uh, the act of making love— (Haa)
What took you so long to answer motherfucker?
I don't know
The fuck wrong with you, bitch?
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good, huh, I'll suck on your daddy's dick
I never felt that way in my life
It didn't take long before I made you my wife
Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze
Comin' to the crib, even had a set of keys
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich
And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch
(But you know you love that ass, don't you?)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
(Yeah, no question, no question)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah
(Yo, let me ask you another question)
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
(What?)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah
(You been fuckin' 'round on me?)
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch
(Why would I do that?)
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
(Yo, don't lie to me, motherfucker)
Just me and my bitch
You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh, no, that's not my steelo
I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo and craps
Packin' gats in a Coach bag, steamin' dime bags
A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had
With a bop just as strong as me
Totin' guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me
Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet
Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can't leave
A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly
She'll invite me, politely, to fight, G
And then we lie together, cry together
I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
(Nigga, nigga, if I ever)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
(Catch your ass fuckin' around)
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
(I'll cut your motherfuckin' dick off)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
(Haha)
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
(Stop playin')
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
(I ain't pl— ain't— ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes)
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
(Ain't no jokes)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
(Yo, don— don't play with my dick)
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies
Didn't hesitate to squeeze to get my life out of danger
One day, she put 911 on the pager
Had to call back, whether it's minor or major
No response, the phone just rung
Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem
When I pulled up, police was on the scene
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean
Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes
It didn't take long before the tears start
I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart
And I know it was meant for me
I guess the niggas felt they had to kill the closest one to me
And when I find 'em your life is to an end
They killed my best friend, me and my bitch
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch
[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Girl]
Let's get started then
So when did you first start rappin'?
Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18
So how did you first get started? Who influenced you?
Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying?
I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know
I see. So where you from?
Brooklyn30 | Hip-Hop | 13 | 9 | 1,994 | 539,772 |
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47 | Brooklyn Zoo | Ol’ Dirty Bastard | [Produced by True Master & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
[Intro]
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll fuck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him
[Verse]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more shit
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherfucking profile
Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole fucking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your fucking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt, I never been tooken out
By a nigga who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here"
Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will rizzock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)
You might also like[Chorus]
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?)
Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga)
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
[Outro]
What? My nigga
Shame on you
Shame—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on— Shame on—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nigga30 | Hip-HopRap | 7 | 2 | 1,995 | 197,173 |
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48 | The What | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Produced by Easy Mo Bee]
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E...
[Verse 2: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
...T-H-O-D Man, here I am
I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja
Coming where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and
From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it can't happen
Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
So what you want nigga? You won't nigga
I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, '94 rugged-raw
Kickin' down your goddamn door
And it goes a little something like this
You might also like[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
[Verse 3: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man
Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch
[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man]
Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my MAC unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)
I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)
Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so
[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
[Outro: Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man]
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)
Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)
Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)
My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)
Recognize (Yeah)52 | Hip-Hop | 13 | 9 | 1,994 | 461,139 |
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49 | I’m Gettin’ Money | Fabolous | [Verse 1: Freck Billionaire]
I'm gettin money, heres my explanation
The Lambo's milked out, no expiration
And I ain't ask for an estimation
I just pass the cake off, no hesitation
Ya' see I'm nothing like y'all guys
I just do the stuntin'
Y'all niggas fall guys
And everyday I get the Benny washed
It's Deja Vu, like Denny Wash
The budgets too big, Billionaire’ll hurt a label
Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label
Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up
The bentley wag' bullet proof, like a Brinks truck
CVL, we dont care what ya homies sell
Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail
I could meet a ho sweeter than Damita Jo
She act conceited, though, her number get deleted, yo
I'm not a musician, but I play an instrument
The raging bull handle any kind of incident
The Black latex D’s can't get the prints
The Flying Spur so fly, I had to get the Bent
Got initials on the door scrappy
Initials on the floormats
I ain't braggin', homeboy, this my format
The 22’s look like they ridin' on four flats
Young octopus, I carry arms
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I'm gettin' money is my quotation
Family man so I need the Lambo station
Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation
Directors style I shoot 'em on location
My hoes Haitian, Trini and Croatian
Ass clap louder than a Oprah ovation
Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil
Her shoe game's at a nine hundred a pair level
I'm in P-rada the color of Ri-cotta
Cheese? Please, you can't tell me nada
I don't share keys nor do I give her codes
I set run through records down on River Road
Then I switched up, posted on Palisade
The Denali stay smellin' like Cali grade
A couple Bond Number 9 squirts
Osama Rich--that's the hard-to-find shirt
Your rocks keep to they self? Well mines flirt
They too clean, board of health couldn't find dirt
I'm rich bitch and I'm screamin' it like Ashy Larry
They call me Brinks boy. Maybe it's the cash I carry
Rubber bands pop you gon' need a scrunchee for me
If she a jumpoff, bet the chick bungee for me
I came a long way and I still stroll the avenues
Move in style, Louis V, rollin' travel
Local nigga, you never been to Poland have you?
So you couldn't judge me if you was holding gavels
And I used to get the raw from Bolivia
That was back when Raven Simone was Olivia
I did the take out, meaning that I ran orders
I had the transporters sittin' by the land borders
The Rockefeller make you rather do a manslaughter
They goin' in juniors, comin' home with granddaughters
So homie if you got a weapon, tote it
You can't jump ship niggas won't accept you boat it
When I was doin it for TV I kept it loaded
Cause these hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it
A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya Elvis shake
You'll more than moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break
Bentley drop cost 200 and 12 to take
Red gut, white paint: Red Velvet cake | Hip-HopRap | 13 | 2 | 2,008 | 13,477 |
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50 | Not Give a Fuck | Fabolous | [Verse 1]
I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on
Y'all hustlers can't eat fit meals
And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on
I'm who they dumping 2 Cole Hamels on
Somethin's turnin' this momma on
I love to see rumps in Ferragamo thongs
Bet it look plump when you got pajamas on
Jump in, let's hit the Bahamas ma
And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song
Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump"
I'm particularly picky
When it come to licky licky
Have 'em slidin' off them Vickies quickly
Under the doo-rag thick three sixty
It's the hypno and sticky icky
I said Okay!
[Hook]
Fly enough, to do better
But pimp enough to not give a fuck
Thug enough, to do better
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck
Old enough, to know better
But young enough to not give a fuck
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2]
D-d-d-d-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old
It'll make your grandma glance
And everybody know, everybody go
So please, call the stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand
Doors in the Lambo slants
With a madame from France
With a ass so big
You couldn't hide it in Hammer pants
Who else be in New York
With Miami tans
Got everybody doin' the Street Family dance
I'm sure this hammer can
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
It's F-A-B, you preferably
Don't wanna F wit me (Please believe it)
I'm definitely as responsible
For getting the City High as Clef would be (Believe it please)
[Hook]
Fly enough, to do better
But pimp enough to not give a fuck
Thug enough, to do better
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck
Old enough, to know better
But young enough to not give a fuck
[Verse 3]
I'm introduced to your women friends (Hello)
Cause I buy double deuces to rim a Benz
Like they boots made by Timberland
I have to remind, since I got drafted and signed
Ya'll playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Now one of the Jesuses got lemon gems? (Damn)
Know y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine
I prove letting loose with the semi can boost my adrenaline
You never had no use with that limb again
Half my roots is Dominican
Faboloso mi gusto les Benjamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him
Turn to stones like Medusa had glimpsed at him
But right now you can lie and gossip too
And later be the guy who the mas run to
And right now you can try to prosecute
But later on you gonna die in the hospital
[Hook]
Fly enough, to do better
But pimp enough to not give a fuck
Thug enough, to do better
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck
Old enough, to know better
But young enough to not give a fuck3 | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 3 | 2,003 | 28,738 |
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51 | Ten Crack Commandments | The Notorious B.I.G. | [Chuck D]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
[Intro]
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
[Verse]
I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know
How much dough you hold 'cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
Number Two: never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness (Uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number Three: never trust nobody
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Number Four: I know you heard this before
"Never get high on your own supply"
Number Five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em, "Bounce!"
Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back? Shit, forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number Eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me:
If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police
If niggas think you snitchin', they ain't tryna listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
Number Ten: a strong word called 'consignment'
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele, say, "Hell no!"
'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
Your girl fucked my man Jake up
Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)
You might also like[Outro]
Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite
[Premier Scratching]
(1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8
1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
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52 | Niggaz | Fabolous | [Chorus: Paul Cain]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 1: Paul Cain]
Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost
Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the Jake
Quick to back, any nigga gettin' money, come up off of the safe
Fuck the city, I'm extortin' the state
I'm like O. from The Wire, walk with a sawed-off and a .8
And I was taught, never talk with a snake
When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and wake
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't fuck with niggas, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate
Fuck with me, and I'ma alter ya fate
Send some wolves after ya girl that specialize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't built for
Cain talk the type of shit niggas get killed for
Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't wastin' a slug
And time is money, and when it come to mine, take it in blood, nigga
See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus: Fabolous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin', some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lame
That ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!)
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and pass 'caine
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips with the grass stains (Nigga!)
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
Like I ain't sling on stips, 'til my past fame
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change
The singles chipped and my ass changed
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dames
I'm why you stay in touch with ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin' it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rollin' up, like a Dutch and a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'll have the fiends yellin' out, they need crutches and lighters
The Fed's can't touch or indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga
[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes
Still I'm that nigga that you get at why
They forget that they knew me, remember me thug
I'm from that same block, rips snorkel on ja dip in a Lucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
But now cuz you hear nigga all in his place
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin' all in his face
More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin' I'm slower to do so, 'cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin' ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I love
You see me eatin' off rap, that same feat you think you capable of
Don't get me wrong, I would like to dead it
But you actin' like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish
And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to fuck with my head
I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, please, don't believe me
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin', some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch | Hip-HopRap | 4 | 11 | 2,003 | null |
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53 | Knock Yourself Out | Jadakiss | [Intro: Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, you know where I'm taking this
I'm taking it right there, they leave me no choice
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
She said she was a model for a year and a half and if she took her pins out
Then her hair would drop down to her calf
I knew her man, he was just up North
And would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North
Anyway I'm K-I-double
All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble
If you ready we could move, just lose your man
Or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance
Or I might let you play in the garden
Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin
The estate got 6 locations
Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation
And I hate to brag
I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag
And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out
But in the mean time girl, knock yourself out
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jadakiss]
Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out) (Uh)
Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead)
Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go)
What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on)
Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Come on)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out)(Uh, yo, uh, yeah!)
See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself
Or you can get real freaky, start popping yourself
And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time
It's sorta like you watching yourself, uhh
Front if you want, I puff a few blunts
And take a cruise in a Porsche with the trunk in the front
She had the Jocko Broshure sandals, told her hop in
The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles
Attitude very high maintenance; check this out ma
I'm running out of my patience
Don't sleep with me? Then don't speak with me
And never talk bad about niggas that eat with me
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jadakiss]
Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead)
Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go)
What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on)
Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Come on)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Uh, yeah, yo, uh!)
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Ayyo, honey know I'm waiting to leave
Keep dancing, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris
I'm like Big with the murder mamis up in Belize
But I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease
I don't care if they model, bet they all goin' chill
First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill
And you might win some, but you just lost one
Kiss miseducates 'em like Lauryn Hill
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jadakiss]
Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead)
Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go)
What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on)
Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out)
Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead)
Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go)
What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on)
Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out)
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out)
Knock yourself out, Are you ready to move
Knock yourself out, go head, knock yourself out
Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out)4 | Hip Hop | 7 | 8 | 2,001 | 36,883 |
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54 | Hate | JAY-Z | [Intro: Jay-Z & Kanye West]
Haters
Haters—these niggas is haters!
And I made myself so easy to love
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
How much they hate it? Very
Kiss girls like Katy Perry
I am never sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry
Don’t try this at home; results may vary
King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Hoover? Hova
Both are American Gangsters
You choose who's colder
Rappers get nasty in the booth but I'm grosser
I can’t even stomach myself: ulcer
More realer 'cause I'm closer
Had girlies in girdles weighing more than they supposed to
Poser? No, sir
My hustle: so Russell
I stretch work: yoga
You know I got it down, dog
Al Roker: I used to knock pounds off
It ain’t nothing for me to knock nouns off
And these MCs praying for my downfall
They just haters
I wave at you, I’m so player
I’ll never be done, I’m so ra-re
You might also like[Verse 3: Kanye West]
We killing the game, it's not fair
You motherfuckers stay right there
'Cause we too high up in the air
We blasting off just like a laser
Nigga, "Pyong! Pyong! Pyong!"
Get back, give me room, room, room
DB9 like, "Vroom, vroom, vroom!"
Young Hov', what we doin', doin', doin'?
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
We ballin', bitches
Eating y'all food, leaving dishes
Why these niggas always talking Lear talk, 'Ye?
Why I never see 'em at the Clearport, 'Ye?
Why always hear they at the airport?
While I fly daily like I'm in the Air Force (Ayy)
Therefore, please stop talking my ears off, millionaire talk
You haters, you mad at me 'cause your paper
Need to get its motherfucking weight up
(Hold up) Wait up, I ain’t done
Name one thing I ain’t done
It hurts when you say that I ain't the one
You haters, how do I gain your favor?
I need to know 'cause I care
I need you to love me, I swear—look here!
See 'Ye is running the Chi like Gale Sayers
I'm running New York, I got the mayor on my pager
You can’t fade us, you haters
I need you, stay there
I breathe you like air
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Ay-yer
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yay-yer
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yay-yer
Where all my haters?
I love all my haters
Love all my haters
I love all my haters
Where the fuck is my haters? Hater?
Yay-yer! Haha18 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 9 | 2,009 | 122,022 |
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56 | We Gonna Make It | Jadakiss | [Produced by The Alchemist]
[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Fuck the frail shit, uh, 'cause when my coke come in
They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with
Carlssons on the jeep, Bugatti made the prototype
Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo life
Determined niggas make it
Kicking down the door and we burning niggas naked
The house costs a million, sitting on the beach
And the only thing I know: if it's furnished I'ma take it
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the shit that the government got
Talking money then you rubbing the spot
Real niggas say that they be wilding
We on the Cayman Islands on a yacht with our favorite albums
A bad ho and a plate of salmon, smoking and drinking
Nigga is you thinking that our fate is violent?
I love my nigga for the fact that he real
And nobody on the faculty squeal
And if you facing capital pun, pass me a gun
And I'ma give you time to run while I rapidly peel, uh
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss & Styles P]
I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent
So when I fly now, I bring my cars on the plane with me
In this case who's the loser?
Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba
Teaching kids how to read and write and use the Ruger
Motherfuckin' niggas is back, Jada and P
We got water, X, haze, plus weight of the D
And I'm tired of hearing about old niggas that had it
And be the same old niggas that ratted (Who cares?)
Talking 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin' back
Gun work's official but niggas don't be wanting that
(Why?) 'Cause they puss and they mans is lame
We Soul for Real in the hood, we make Candy Rain
I could easily send you to God
But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job
If you can't remember the name
All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Jada-MWAH, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass nigga
Bet the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass nigga
Might find your man dead in the ocean (he be aight though)
You know dead rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth
Never say you can't do it 'til you try it first
Be the young niggas eager to pull it
But it's a message in everything, trust me, even a bullet
Go to war with the 8 and the pound
Think you got your ear to the street now
Put your face in the ground 'cause my shells is expensive
You'll know exactly why when you yellin' in intensive
My fellas is offensive
Lucky 'cause I got guns that crack your back
But that's not what I prefer, I manufacture crack
And niggas turn bitch when you show em the steel
But we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal
I'm comfortable far from home
Eating right, getting good rest either on the bar or the phone
I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years
"Sound anything like Kiss? Then sign right here!"
And, y'all just talking, I'm doing it well
Jadakiss, motherfucker, I'ma see you in hell
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it18 | Hip Hop | 7 | 8 | 2,001 | 117,489 |
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58 | A Star Is Born | JAY-Z | [Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z]
Every day a star is born (And you say New York City! Yeah, yeah)
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
Every day a star is born (And you say New York City! Uh-huh)
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
I seen Mase do it, I seen 'Ye do it
'X came through, caught lighter fluid
Still I came through it; clap for him!
But I’m the blueprint, I'm like the map for 'em
I dropped another classic, made Puff pass it
Nobody could touch Puff back when Puff had it
Wayne scorchin', I'll applaud him
If he keep going, pass the torch to him
Fifty came through like hurricanes do
I thought I finished his ass at Summer Jam too
I had the Illmatic on bootleg
The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead
Wayne did "A Milli," Fifty did a milli
'Ye too, but what Em did was silly
The white boy blossomed after Dre endorsed him
His flow on "Renegade": fucking awesome
Applaud him!
[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z]
Every day, a star is born (And you say New York City!)
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
Every day, a star is born (And you say New York City! Uh-huh, Jay)
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Snoop dogged it, Nelly came down
The Face Mob kept it ghetto for the H-Town
Luda moved digits after he moved bitches
Drake's up next, see what he do with it (Uh-huh)
Rule had a run, couple movie parts
T.I. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
What up, Jeezy? What it do?
Y’all remind me of us in early '92 (Uh-huh)
Outkast landed, 3-thou was ill
Like a male version of Lauryn Hill
Mobb Deep shook it, but Prodigy took it
A lil' too far, can't fuck with Brooklyn
Wu-Tang gangbanged it, Meth ate
Rae took on the date with the Purple Tape
Passed on to Ason and then Ghostface
They had a hell of a run, standing ovay', ayy
[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z]
Every day, a star is born
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
Every day, a star is born (Uh-huh, Jay)
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
And I am one of one
Can’t you see just how long my run?
My reign, Lulu's son-shine
Been a star since I was ducking one-time
One time, give it up for him
December 4th, a star was born
Clap for him! He went from moving that corner
To this corner office, it's so enormous
Hey!
Prez' Carter watching her get her Monica on all day
Hey, got so many different monikers, but only one Jay
They come, they go
Some real, some faux
Some friends, some hoes
But, no, I goes nowhere, this Hov'
[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z]
Every day a star is born (And you say New York City!)
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
Every day a star is born (And you say New York City! Uh-huh, yeah)
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey
[Verse 4: J. Cole]
And could I be a star?
Does fame in this game have to change who you are?
Or could I be the same one who came from a far-away life
Just to make it in these Broadway lights?
Now I'm shining in the broad daylight—go figure
A slow transition from a lil' broke nigga from the 'Ville
Got a deal, a real lifesaver
Dreams of being behind the wheel like Jada
I chill now, cop a lil' ice later
Cole, you got the glow like a lil' lightsaber
So clap for him!
Then applaud Hov, he gave him a platform
Flow so sick, thought he wrote the rap for him—no, sir!
The flow cold as the shoulders of gold-digging hoes when a broke nigga 'proaches
Told you I’m focused, man
I’ll let you motherfuckers soak it in, and clap for 'em!
[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams, Jay-Z, & J. Cole]
Every day, a star is born (And you say New York City!)
Yeah, hey, and clap for 'em!
Hey, hey, and clap for 'em!
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em!
I'm here now! Fayettenam
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Ayy (J. Cole!)
Every day, a star is born52 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 9 | 2,009 | 400,911 |
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59 | A Milli | Lil Wayne | [Intro]
Bangladesh
Young Money!
You dig?
Mack, I'm going in
[Verse 1]
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha
You can't catch him, you can't stop him"
I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
[Chorus]
Motherfucker, I'm ill
You might also like[Verse 2]
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrière
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me
Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!"
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick!
Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask
For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch!
And it ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit
Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it
[Chorus]
Motherfucker, I'm ill
[Verse 3]
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that true that, swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me"
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'
I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me
Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat143 | Hip-HopRap | 23 | 4 | 2,008 | 1,330,397 |
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60 | I Get Crazy | Nicki Minaj | [Chorus: Bianca Bonnie]
I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
I mean, you know
It's like when I feel really crazy
I just get my broom and fly away
I go real, real far away
Young Money
That's-that's-that's just what we do
You know, I mean we-we wear straightjackets
And we-we-we-we stay in, you know, padded rooms
And, you know, and we fly away
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I just came out of the motherfuckin' old school
Got my Mac Notebook with the Pro Tools
You bitches ain't ready for Nicki Lewinsky
Bad woof woof, flyer than a Frisbee
So I'm up in Mandalay, eating mangos
Keep a couple pink toes in my sandals
Got some bangles all over my ankles
Such a star, they singing the “Star Spangled
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banner,” and I, I am the rap Hannah
Mo-Mon-Montana, so fix your antenna
I keep three hoes, but don't call me Santa
A-And I’m, and I’m flyer then reindeers in the winter
You might also like[Chorus: Bianca Bonnie]
I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
So I got a bad-bitch mentality
'Cause I just came from another galaxy
I be with the president up in the White House
If we in the Oval Office, then the lights out
'Cause I am the Wicked Witch, I'm the Nickster
And I keep a bad bitch on my GSX-R
But I leave her in a second for a thicker
Rockstar little mama with a guitar
I mean, I'm Nicki L-M-N-O-winsky
I mean, my name ring bells like Tinky
I mean Tinker, tell that nigga link her
'Cause I'm looking for some good brains from a thinker
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, thinker
Thinker... Thinker
[Chorus: Bianca Bonnie]
I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Bianca Bonnie]
1, 2, 3rd floor, hospital bound
Niggas is doors and I knock niggas down
Straightjacket crooked, I hear you lookin
I promise I'm hard and I swear you pussy
I ain't crazy, no, yes, I am
Right up in the cuckoo nest I land
I'm fly, now eat my bird shit
Yeah, I'm crazy, crazy 'bout your bitch
Wild animal on my bewildered shit
I love brain so I'm lookin' for a nerd bitch
It's Nicki Minaj, the superb witch
And Weezy F Baby, no, Weezy F Crazy
[Chorus: Bianca Bonnie]
I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
I-I get crazy
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
When I do it, it get did-ed, I was fixing my fitted
Pull up in a 6 Series, she was fixing your Civic
When I do it, it gets done, 2 sticks in my bun
Pull up in a 6, hun, you was fixing to run, hoe
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
(You know, you know my name is Nicki Minaj, trick)
(Let's get it)
I get crazy, I get crazy
I get motherfuckin', motherfuckin' crazy
Crazy, crazy, that's what my name is
My name means crazy in cr-crazy language12 | Hip-Hop | 18 | 4 | 2,009 | 101,894 |
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61 | Can I Get A… | JAY-Z | [Intro: JAY-Z]
What?
Well fuck you... bitch
Now can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah
Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it!
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Can I hit in the mornin' without givin' you half of my dough
And even worse, if I was broke would you want me
If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings
Bitches kill for would you still roll
If we couldn't see the sun risin' off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if I wasn't driving
If I wasn't a eight-figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me
If I couldn't flow futuristic, would ya
Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it, could ya
See yourself with a nigga working hard at a nine to five
Ten to six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a baller, so you can shop and tear the mall up
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo
You might also like[Chorus: JAY-Z & Amil]
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
[Break: JAY-Z & Amil]
Now can you bounce wit me, uhh
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh, yo bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Yeah, uh-uh uh uh
[Verse 2: Amil]
You ain't gotta be rich but fuck that
How we gonna get around on your bus pass
Before I put this pussy on your mustache
Can you afford me? My niggas breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me so horny
Not the fussin' and the frontin'
If you got nothing, baby boy, you better
Get up, get out and get some, shit
I like a - lot of Prada, Alizé and vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down e'rytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya - when you produce a rock
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My - coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience, nigga, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin', bypass
If you ain't holdin' I dash yo
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Amil]
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
[Break: JAY-Z & Ja Rule]
Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
Uhh
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh!
Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
UHH!
Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh! Yeah
[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my puss wet and they don't dry like damp clothes
What y'all niggas don't know: it's e-asy to pimp a hoe
Bitches better have my money fo' sho'
Before they go runnin' they mouth, promotin' how
I be dickin' they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my Gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin' 'em feel slutted even if they don't want it
It's been so long, since I met a chick ain't about chips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell 'em, "be gone"
So hold on to the feelin' of flossin' and plat-num
'Cause from now on, you can witness Ja the i-con
With hoodies and Timbs on, 'cause I thugs my bitches
VV studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggas
I'm talkin' 'bout straight figures, if you here, get with us
If not, Boo, you know what, I still fucked you
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Amil]
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
[Outro: JAY-Z]
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wit me
Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh
Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me
Geyeah14 | Hip-HopRap | 29 | 9 | 1,998 | 452,745 |
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62 | Already Home | JAY-Z | [Produced by No I.D. and Kanye West]
[Intro: JAY-Z]
Yeezy, Hova, Yeezy
Yeezy Yeezy, Hova, hold up
You either love me or leave me alone
You either love me or leave me alone
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z]
Oh, they want me to fall (Fall)
Fall from the top (Top)
They want me to drop (Drop)
They want me to stop (Stop)
They want me to go (Go)
I'm already gone (Already)
The shit that I'm on (Hey)
I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
[Bridge: JAY-Z]
Now one more 'gin
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z]
Oh (Oh), they want me to fall (Fall)
Fall from the top (Top)
They want me to drop (Drop)
They want me to stop (No)
They want me to go (No)
I'm already gone (Gone)
The shit that I'm on (Already)
I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
You might also like[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
These niggas want me to go, don’t they know that I'm gone
They know I'm space shuttle level, they need oxyg-g-g-gen
Don't they know that they boring? Don’t they know that I yawn?
Only time they exciting is when they mentioning Shawn
Seen Single White Female when she dyed her hair blonde?
Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them
Somebody turn these boys off, don't they know that I'm on
Can't they see that it's foolish to try and kill me with songs
What the fuck are they Lauryn, they killing me softly
You talk me to death, only thing you do is talk
I open the door for them, what else can I do
These niggas want me to walk for them
Somebody talk to them before I go off on them
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z]
Oh, they want me to fall (Fall)
Fall from the top (Top)
They want me to drop (Drop)
They want me to stop (Stop)
They want me to go (Go)
I'm already gone (Already)
The shit that I'm on (Hey)
I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
I taught 'em 'bout fishscale, they want me to fish for them
They want me to catch clean then cook up a dish for them
All of this just for them or they got a diss for him
They want me to disappear like it's gon' shift for them
They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit for them
But what they admitting is they ain't got shit for him
And really the fact is, we not in the same bracket
Not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets
Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches
So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missing?
Nigga I been missing, nigga I been gone
The shit that you just witnessing I been on
And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it
Everybody can tell you how to do it, they never did it
Now these niggas is mad, oh, they call me a Camel
But I mastered the drought, what the fuck I'm an animal
Half man half mammal, my sign is a Sag
This is just what I planned to do, oh, don't be mad
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z]
Oh, they want me to fall (Fall)
Fall from the top (Top)
They want me to drop (Drop)
They want me to stop (Stop)
They want me to go (Go)
I'm already gone (Already)
The shit that I'm on (Hey)
I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
I'm in The Hall already, on the wall already
I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already
On another level, on another plane already
H-O-V, I got my own lane, already (Already)
I done cooked up the rock already
So why the fuck can't y'all get hot already? (Already)
Put your name in the pot already
Niggas compare me to Biggie and Pac already (Already)
Like I'm gone already
And I am nigga I'm already home already (Already)
If y'all can't already see
I ain't worried about y'all 'cause I'm already me (Already)
Yeah, do you already, enough with the complaining
Boo-hoo's already, eat food already
Ain't nothing given you gotta claim your shoes already
[Bridge: JAY-Z]
Yeah, so in summation, I don't know who you racing
I'm already at the finish line with the flag waving
Come on
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z]
Oh, they want me to fall (Fall)
Fall from the top (Top)
They want me to drop (Drop)
They want me to stop (Stop)
They want me to go (Go)
I'm already gone (Already)
The shit that I'm on (Hey)
I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Oh (Oh), they want me to fall (Fall)
Fall from the top (Top)
They want me to drop (Drop)
They want me to stop (No)
They want me to go (No)
I'm already gone (Gone)
The shit that I'm on (Already)
I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home20 | Hip-HopRap | 8 | 9 | 2,009 | 187,362 |
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