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Real As It Gets

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jeezy] Yeah, see it's that It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here It's that TM 103 shit right here You ready? You ready Hov'? Let's go! (Hands up!) [Verse 1: Jeezy] Allow me to re-introduce myself At the same time re-introduce my wealth At the same time rejuvenate the game It's for my old dawg niggas that's used to 'caine Now what my B-dog said? I respect the game GD's, Vice Lords, the Crips the same And I know y'all 'bout to say this off the chain Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain And if you just tunin' in, let me explain You know I keep that 47, Uday Hussein These niggas way too far, I played the game And if you listen hard enough, I say some things And when that sack got low, I shave them things And put 'em right back together, I made them things [Chorus: Jeezy & Jay-Z] Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hit a lick, baby Put your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch Say you looking for the real? Hey, well this is real as it gets Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (Wassup, wassup) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (Wassup, wassup, this is real as it gets) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (Wassup, wassup) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (I got it Jeezy, this is real as it gets) You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Now where that Southside at? Wassup, wassup Where the West Coast at? Put your W's up Where my East Coast niggas that hustle to live And all my niggas up north that's doin' a bid? Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare I rap and I’m real, I'm one of the few here These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care They stories out this world, I wonder if y'all hear But don't really matter as long as they stay clear Clear of the real shit we doin' over here When my nigga get home, I'm gon' send him a Lear For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air With a couple of broads, get him right up in the air Mile high club, get him right up in there Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year By the time you hear this song, he'll be standin' right here Real nigga shit there [Chorus: Jeezy] Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hit a lick, baby Put your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch Say you lookin' for the real? Hey, well this is real as it gets Hey, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (This is real as it gets) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (This is real as it gets) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo At a snail's pace, I won this race that y’all trail Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale Followin' my footprints you can't fail Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail I'll probably never see jail Each tale contains more of the truth Of the statute allows me to go into detail Uh, close your eyes, you can smell Hov's the audio equivalent of braille That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil And Waterhouse 'cause real recognize real Rrrah! [Verse 4: Jeezy] You know me, I don't need no introductions Call me, make a lil' somethin' out of nothin' Anywhere you go, we the topic of discussion Damn, that's gotta be disgusting Ugh, shit make you wanna throw up This is big boy music, this should make you wanna grow up Flows like syrup, it just make me wanna pour up And is it just me or this makes you wanna roll up A big fat one, then unpack one Then unwrap one, peel back one They use to call me Jizzle with the stamp in the middle And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle Wassup! [Chorus: Jeezy] Now put your sets in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hit a lick, baby Put your hands in the air if you know that you that bitch Say you lookin' for the real? Hey, well this is real as it gets Hey, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (This is real as it gets) Hey, hey, ohh, ohh Hey, hey, ohh, ohh (This is real as it gets) [Outro: Jeezy] This is real as it gets Yeah, I'm serious7

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Why U Mad At Me?

T.I.

[Intro] I got a question fo' you hatin ass niggas out there (Ay, ay) Why you mad at me? Ay Oh lame ass nigga (Why you mad at me?) Sucka ass nigga (Why you mad at me?) [Verse 1] Remember late nights earn stripes serving straight white Talk shit slapbox clear into the day light Might fuss may fight but stay tight Keep what the J need 'fore the lighter hit the base pipe If the trap was the ocean or the sea You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites Before a nigga tried to click it make them think twice Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga 'fore you blink twice They right. I'm reciting my life Nigga I was there no matter what: through sirens, on a silent night Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights Tuesday, Thursdays, serving whether or not they ride tonight On peaceful days, hostile evenings, even violent nights Chip on my shoulder, hold a grudge -- cause you can die tonight I swear you niggas have no idea what my life was like Before the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic [Hook] Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top?(Why you mad at me?) Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop? (Why you mad at me?) Is it cause I kept it pimping and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?) Or is it cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me?) See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also likeIs cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?) Is it cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?) Is cause you know your time running out? (That's why you mad at me?) Is it cause you know I'm King of the South? (That's why you mad at me!) [Verse 2] Niggas mad cause I got it like this Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick But I could give a fuck about this industry I'm a be the same Tip til the end of me That's something you know automatically if you a friend of me You question that or think other wise now you've offended me I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy Found them both now that niggas in to me Got little rap niggas lighting into me Major labels and police want to censor me Feds on my ass cause I'm in the streets Think I still slang, listen to lame niggas who lie to snitch on me It ain't my fault that you can't picture me Riding in a Phantom. Man I swear I never fathomed All the fame that a nigga can gain from Atlanta Now I'm just trying to maintain for Atlanta Before niggas was saying Atlanta I was Grove Park, Doug High -- I stayed in Atlanta Now true enough I sold yay in Atlanta But what is that compared to contributions I made to Atlanta? [Hook] Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top?(Why you mad at me?) Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop? (Why you mad at me?) Is it cause I kept it pimping and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?) Or is it cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me?) Is cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?) Is it cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?) Is cause you know your time running out? (That's why you mad at me?) Is it cause you know I'm King of the South? (That's why you mad at me!) [Verse 3] Ay pick a reason any reason all excuses'll do But man you lucky I ain't bucking like I used to do fools While you was throwing one's and two's I was lifting up tools and then Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man Don't talk around him cause I heard he the fed's man They offer him time and they knowing he scared and tell him "Give me they names or you doing the stretch man Or wear a wire go record what he said." And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man A rat I'm smelling. Blow? I ain't selling Where you got that impression? Ain't no telling Yes I'm a felon, why was that in question? What about all these records I'm selling? I'm Bankhead born and Bankhead bred And when a nigga die I'm gone be Bankhead dead [Hook] Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top?(Why you mad at me?) Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop? (Why you mad at me?) Is it cause I kept it pimping and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?) Or is it cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me?) Is cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?) Is it cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?) Is cause you know your time running out? (That's why you mad at me?) Is it cause you know I'm King of the South? (That's why you mad at me!)

Hip-HopRap

Losin’ Weight

Cam’ron

[Chorus: Cam'ron] Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life depend on what I'ma do today Why I can't move away Just loot and me, without the scrutiny? Niggas screwing me; 2 and 3 truancies 4 shots, 1 toolie, G.. 1 eulogy My mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world, uh [Verse 1: Cam'ron] When I was 11 got the toolie thick My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me some gooey shit You can't get paid in an earth this big? You worthless kid, nigga don't deserve to live Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids Bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night But ever since my dough, my flow, and my ho game been tight Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear, I swear I was doing, Lex pursuing, niggas be wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truant, only set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops And the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my brain don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo' locks, change yo' spot Get a little smart, want to change yo' tops Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arranged money, have a Benz or Range money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekends, Pablo jail See I came a long way, that's living the wrong way That's sniffing the po-na, that's sipping the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day Where they play ball, drink and get a buzz Reminiscing, what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when you opposing me, Killa get the rosary Fuck this rap shit, I die for mine, motherfucker You might also like[Chorus: Prodigy] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life depend on what I'ma do today Why I can't move away Just loot and me, without the scrutiny? Niggas screwing me; 2 and 3 truancies 4 shots, 1 toolie, G.. 1 eulogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world [Verse 2: Prodigy] Gather around y'all, it's going down y'all Murder rap, clown niggas back down no Straight like that, y'all niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the fourth take you up off This thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out now, nigga? Catch a clean bullet I live the street life, ya heard? Guns, money and birds Get dead armed and dead on your jewels and pearls Where I was placed, talking the wrong style thun Capital P, y'all know what's the outcome Could 'bout some but rather pull out the stout guns Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from For all the killers and the 100 dollar hoes For real bitches check me out though We be the most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam, live at the Carbon It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy Niggas flash razors, you crazy [Chorus: Cam'ron] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life depend on what I'ma do today Why I can't move away Just loot and me, without the scrutiny? Niggas screwing me; 2 and 3 truancies 4 shots, 1 toolie, G.. 1 eulogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life depend on what I'ma do today Why I can't move away Just loot and me, without the scrutiny? Niggas screwing me; 2 and 3 truancies 4 shots, 1 toolie, G.. 1 eulogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world

Comics and Games

Bitches Ain’t Shit

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets, peep The shit got deep and it was on Number one song after number one song Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch, doing the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing 'cause shit that she be doing ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she taking me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Daz You might also like[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz & Snoop Dogg] Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks (But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow You run up in them hoes and grab the cash and get your dash on While you're chillin' with your homies and shit And how my niggas kick the anthem like this (Biatch) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run [Verse 3: Kurupt & Snoop Dogg] To the store to get me a 4-0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes So I head down the streets to Long Beach Just so I could meet a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around, so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes, hah But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a ho? (Why?) 'Cause a ho's a trick I don't love them tricks (Why?) 'cause a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth Turnin' them trick-ass hoes the fuck out now [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] I once had a bitch named Annie Mae Used to be all in them guts like every day The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a motherfucker, lickin' the pearl tongue The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figured niggas wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time I'm back to the motherfuckin' county jail Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail Uh, I gets released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homie Dr. Dre Scoop in a coupe, "Snoop, we got news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues" I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some motherfuckin' chin-checkin' Move up the blocks as we groove up the block See my girl's house, "Dre, pass the Glock" Kick in the door, I look on the floor It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my ho, yo (Bitches ain't shit) I un-cock my shit I'm heartbroke but I'm still loc'ed, man, fuck a bitch [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit [Verse 5: Jewell & Snoop Dogg] Ooh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah I don't give a fuck about a bitch (Bitches ain't shit) But I'll let her know that she can't fade this 'Cause I'm doin' my own thing (Bitches ain't shit) Down with the swang (Sing to these hoes) I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thang I say you know you can't deal (Bitches ain't shit, Death Row) 'Cause I'm a bitch that's real Motherfuckers need to step back Hell yeah, they need to chill (Tell these motherfuckers) Because I don't give a fuck ( Bitches ain't shit), and I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck (Tell these motherfuckers) And now I gotta do some— I gotta do some shit that's clean (Bitches ain't shit) But when I'm on the dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah Like a washing machine, I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows that I'm on the flo', ho (Bitches ain't shit) But they can't hang with my type of swang I ain't tryna say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue And then they're sprung and with their nuts hung [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Bitches ain't shit31

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Get Em Daddy

Cam’ron

[Intro - Cam'ron] They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder That's why I look in the mirror every morning and realize how fly I am They wanna know what fuckin label I'm signing to I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I sign myself Getchya cake up! [Verse 1 - Cam'ron] I'm like a crack addict With these Macs I've got a bad habit Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm back at it It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit Out the black hat, black. Back home to my Craftmatic Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, bastard Had them bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a jackrabbit Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy twat Stick me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, breathe fast Eat ass on point like Steve Nash But I'm fixin to be OG Nixon in 3 Enough jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G I got tramp whores. Yours! Been V.I.P. since B.I.G I never seen a dance floor (Nope!) Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke Girls with contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!" You go "Pon' de River": leave you in ponds and rivers Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with dimes Good help is hard to find Soft white the art I twine Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's mine (Mine!) You might also like[Hook - Cam'ron] 'Til this day, dude, still followed by State troops Gray Coupe, whip in momma's name Made a mistake (oops!) (Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, y'all glad he shot 'em How me holiday? I love it when mommy say (Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on satellite Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right (Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny (Get 'em Daddy!) Honey smile, don't act funny-style In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou' [Verse 2 - Hell Rell] Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist a man I left out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Killa Cam fam We on another level, I'm bout to pull that Porsche out And flood the other bezel, I get dug like shovels Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; I flip big boulders Switch Rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster You could gargle cum, ma; why sip soda? These niggas wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa You need to have my number if you wanna buy weight Fuck a borough, we floodin' the whole Tri-State 20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the charm And I done copped from every damn haze spot on Audubon Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free Add up everything you got, it ain't amountin' to me I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the back See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man I just happen to rap Know what I do: manufacturing crack Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the Mac I'm 'bout to buy more guns, 'bout to buy more trucks And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus You mad cause you losing, plus in the Bronx I'm responsible for most of the stabbings and the shootings [Hook]9

Comics and Games

Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell

Das Racist

[Intro: Kool A.D.] Ha Ha-ha Ha Ha-ha Ha Ha Ha Ha [Chorus: Kool A.D., Heems, & both] I'm at the Pizza Hut (What?) I'm at the Taco Bell (What?) I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell I'm at the Pizza Hut (What?) I'm at the Taco Bell (Naw) I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell Wait, we're at the Pizza Hut (What?) We're at the Taco Bell (What?) We're at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell We at the Pizza Hut (No) We at the Taco Bell (No!) We at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (What?) We at the Pizza Hut That Taco Bell That combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell Pizza Hut Taco Bell Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (Wait, wait) You might also like[Verse 1: Kool A.D. & Heems] I'm at the Pizza Hut (What?) I'm at the Taco Bell (What?) I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell Wait a minute, I've got that taco smell That pescado smell I've got a lot of smells I've rolled a lot of L's I'm at that Pizza Hut (Okay) I've got that pizza gut (Uh) I've got that pizza butt (No) I'm at the Pizza Hut (Nah-ah) And at the Taco Bell (Yeah?) I'm at that Pizza Hut (Okay!) I'm at that Taco Bell (Ha!) That combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell [Pre-Chorus: Kool A.D. & Heems] That combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (Taco Bell) Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (Pizza Hut) Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (That Taco Bell) 1, 1, 2, 3, 4 [Chorus: Kool A.D., Heems, & both] I'm at the Pizza Hut (What?) I'm at the Taco Bell I'm at the Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (What?) I'm at the Pizza Hut (What?) I'm at the Taco Bell (What?) I'm at the Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (Where you at?) I'm at that Pizza Hut, man (No) I'm at that Taco Bell, man (For real?) I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (No) Okay, wait, I'm at the Pizza Hut (No, you ain't) I'm at the Taco Bell (No, I'm over here) I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell, where you at? I don't see you, I'm at the Pizza Hut I'm at the Taco Bell (Really?) I don't see you, I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell [Bridge: Kool A.D., Heems, & both] Right here at the Pizza Hut (Jamaica Avenue) (Jamaica Avenue) (Jamaica Avenue) The combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell on Jamaica Avenue Jamaica Avenue That's where I'm at, where you at? (Jamaica Avenue) No, that's where I'm at, where you at? I don't see you here, dawg [Chorus: Kool A.D., Heems, & both] I'm at the Pizza Hut I'm at the Taco Bell I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell I'm at the Pizza Hut I'm at the Taco Bell I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (One more time) I'm at the Pizza Hut (One more time) I'm at the Taco Bell (One more time) I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell [Outro: Heems] What what?6

Hip-Hop

The Watcher 2

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] The Watcher! Jeah, ugh Shit I do for a livin', nigga Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!) That's how I live for a livin', nigga I'm watching 'Kay, let's do this The Watcher! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangstas But I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claiming they bangers Doing all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin' the game, no home training or manners I was doing this shit when you was shitting in Pampers I was moving them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was Ducking the vans, radars and scanners Before you knew what hard white or tan was I was hitting the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands cause I'm hype with them hammers I was pricking my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mil' later—now you understand us Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night? Grand, fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was putting Peter Pan up in your room Y'all fuckin' with whom? Allow me to retort You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report 'Bout a high-speed Porsche I.e., you niggas ain't know how to floss 'Til I came through the door like "Eric B. for Prez" Respect me in this bitch! You can't disrespect us ‘cause you got a little check cut You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches You think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggas that got life really like what I sing ‘Cause they know it's really like, niggas feel my pain Know the shit I don't write Be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game Word to the hyphen in my name! J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa The past, present, nigga, the future, proper The Holy Trinity in hip-hop is us We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops It's the Roc! You might also like[Bridge: Truth Hurts] I know You got your eyes on me I feel you watching me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try But what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all [Chorus: Terri] Everywhere that I go Ain't the same as before People I used to know Just don't know me no more But everywhere that I go I got people I know Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] I'm still on top of the game Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim Still at the top, had to rock for the fame Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim The streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters want a stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the man See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane, the odds that I played The best to emerge in the game: it's The Watcher [Bridge: Truth Hurts] I know You got your eyes on me I feel you watching me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try But what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all [Chorus: Terri] Everywhere that I go Ain't the same as before People I used to know Just don't know me no more But everywhere that I go I got people I know Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low [Verse 3: Rakim] I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends It's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen Which means I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic—the object? A fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it Take away to add a profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try coping I seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scoping Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open—The Watcher [Bridge: Truth Hurts] I know You got your eyes on me I feel you watching me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try But what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all [Chorus: Terri] Everywhere that I go Ain't the same as before People I used to know Just don't know me no more But everywhere that I go I got people I know Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low [Outro] The Watcher The Watcher I'm watching, The Watcher Bah, bah, The Watcher The Watcher22

Hip-HopRap

Success

JAY-Z

[Produced by No I.D. & Jermaine Dupri] [Intro: Armand Assante from American Gangster] "Your success took a shot at you. What are you going to do now? How are you gonna kill it? You're gonna become unsuccessful? Frank, you can be successful and have enemies, uh? Be unsuccessful too, and even have friends." [Interlude: Jay-Z] I got these niggas, Breezy, don't worry about it Let that bitch breathe! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less What do I think of success? It sucks, too much stress I guess I blew up quick 'Cause friends I grew up with See me as a premie, but I'm not, and my nuts big I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious My rep is impeccable; I'm not to be fucked with, with Shit, let that bitch breathe! I'm way too important to be talking about extorting Asking me for a portion's like asking for a coffin Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss Bye bye, my reply... "BLAH, BLAH" Blast burner, then pass burner to Ty-Ty Finish my breakfast, why? I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry Now where was I? [Break: Jay-Z] Let that bitch breathe! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss-poor I'm pissed off, and this what success is all about? A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths All this stress, all I got is this big house Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shits out All of this Ace of Spade I drink just to piss out I mean, I like the taste, could've saved myself 6 hours How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu? Hold up, let me move my bowels I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG, tell these boys (Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga, aoww!) I got watches I ain't seen in months Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once Niggas said Hova was over, such dummies Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money Y'all ain't got nothing for me [Break: Jay-Z] Nas, let that bitch breathe! [Verse 3: Nas] Success, McLaren, women staring My villain appearance Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain't spilling Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello Camaro driven, I climax from paper Then ask: "Why is life worth living?" Is it to hunt for the shit that you want? To receive's great, but I lust giving The best jewelers wanna make my things I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain Niggas mentioned on One Love Came home to the paper in hand Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments Google Earth Nas; I got flats in other continents Worst enemies wanna be my best friends Best friends wanna be enemies like that's what's in But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch Let this bitch breathe! (Ha heh) You might also like[Outro: Jay Z & Nas] Let this bitch breathe!10

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Yeah!

Usher

[Intro: Usher & Lil Jon] Peace up A-Town down Yeah (Yeah) Okay (Okay) Usher (Usher) And Lil Jon Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What it do, shawty?) Let's go [Verse 1: Usher & Lil Jon] Up in the club with my homies Tryna get a little V-I, keep it down on the low-key (Low-key) 'Cause you know how it is (Hey) I seen shorty, she was checkin' up on me From the game she was spittin' in my ear You would think that she know me (Know me) I decided to chill (Okay) Conversation got heavy (Hey) She had me feelin' like she's ready to blow, oh (Watch out, watch out) She was sayin', "Come get me" (Come get me) So I got up and followed her to the floor She said, "Baby, let's go" (Let's go) When I told her, I said See Usher LiveGet tickets as low as $188You might also like[Chorus: Usher with Lil Jon] Yeah, yeah Shawty got down low, she said, "Come and get me" Yeah, yeah I got so caught up, I forgot she told me Yeah, yeah Her and my girl used to be the best of homies Yeah, yeah Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Usher, Lil Jon & Both] So she's all up in my head now Got me thinkin' that it might be a good idea to take her with me (With me) 'Cause she's ready to leave (Ready to leave now; oh, let's go) Now I gotta keep it real now (Yeah) 'Cause on a one-to-ten, she's a certified twenty But that just ain't me (Hey) 'Cause I don't know if I take that chance just where's it gonna lead? But what I do know is the way she dance, make shorty alright with me (Hey, hey, hey) The way she get low, I'm like, "Yeah, just work that out for me" She asked for one more dance, and I'm like, "Yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave?" (Let's go, bring the beat back) And I said [Chorus: Usher with Lil Jon, Lil Jon] Yeah, yeah Shawty got down low, she said, "Come and get me" Yeah, yeah I got so caught up, I forgot she told me Yeah, yeah Her and my girl used to be the best of homies Yeah, yeah Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey, hey, Luda) [Verse 3: Ludacris, Lil Jon & Both] Watch out, my outfit's ridiculous In the club, lookin' so conspicuous And raow, these women all on the prowl If you hold the head steady, I'ma milk the cow (Yeah) And forget about game, I'ma spit the truth (What) I won't stop 'til I get 'em in their birthday suit (Yeah) So gimme the rhythm and it'll be off with their clothes Then bend over to the front and touch your toes I left the Jag and I took the Rolls If they ain't cuttin', then I put 'em on foot patrol (Let's go, ow) How you like me now? When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand Let's drink, you the one to please (Yeah) Ludacris fill cups like double Ds (Yeah) Me and Ursh once more and we leaves 'em dead We want a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed, that say [Chorus: Usher with Lil Jon] Yeah, yeah Shawty got down low, she said, "Come and get me" Yeah, yeah I got so caught up, I forgot she told me Yeah, yeah Her and my girl used to be the best of homies Yeah, yeah Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro: Ludacris] Take that and rewind it back Lil Jon got the beat that make ya booty go Take that, rewind it back Usher got the voice make ya booty go Take that, rewind it back Ludacris got the flow that make ya booty go Take that, rewind it back Lil Jon got the beat that make ya booty go45

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I’m Goin In

Drake

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah Uh-huh Um, uh-huh Okay [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Hello mothafucka, hey, hi, how ya durrn'? It's Weezy F Baby, come to take a shit and urine On these toilet bowl bitches, pussy ass niggas Stomping on this beat like a motherfucking Sigma Bad to the bristle, hat to the rizzle I'm so official, all I need is a whistle Bitch named Crystal, let her suck my pistol She open up her mouth and then I blow her brains out You ain't met a nigga like me, you probably never will Riders rollin' with me, like 11 wheels Find out where you livin', kill you in the kitchen The feds tryin' to clip us, but we ain't even trippin' [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard Bitch I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verse 2: Drake] First off, you know what it is if you heard Drake Making hoes wobble like a bridge in a earthquake Never see me out 'cause I live in my workplace I'll give you the business, so button up your shirt straight Look at where I landed, you would think I planned it I'm just doing me and you could never understand it Chicks get hammered, big-dicked bandit Money flowin' like a slit wrist, no bandage Blowin' purple clouds, nigga I'm so sky high I ain't cuttin' anybody slices out of my pie Out of this world though, I'm so sci-fi And I don't sit still, I keep it moving like a drive-by I just tell the truth and so I'm cool in every hood spot 21 years and I ain't ever met a good cop Me and Wayne lean like Kareem doin' hook shots Cover me, I'm goin' in, and buckin' when the hook drop [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard Bitch I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] It goes, hold up, wait one motherfuckin' minute It's the El Capitan, I got motherfuckin' lieutenants And if I said "I'm goin' in" then I motherfuckin' meant it And if I brought it in the club then I'ma motherfuckin' spend it Cost a few hundred bands and I'm motherfuckin' in it No need for a room, yeah you know I'm fuckin' in it She actin' like she not, but she know she fuckin' wit it She said "I seen it all", I say "No you fuckin' didn't" You ever bust ten nuts in a two-seater? She said "I can't feel my legs", I'm like "Bitch, me neither" I'm goin' in, where should I begin? I don't even know, maybe where my blunt ends And I'ma be a legend even when my life end And I'ma be a legend even when this night ends Yeah I do my thang, hop up out it like BEM! Bitch, I said I'm him, so I'm nothin' like them [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard Bitch I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard And I'ma go hard, and I'ma go hard34

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Still Not a Player

Big Pun

[Intro: Joe & Big Pun] Oh Ooh, yeah Don't wanna be a player (TS) [Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas (Don't wanna be, don't wanna be) I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law Who's down to fuck tonight? [Verse 1: Big Pun] Ayo, I'm still not a player, but you still a hater Elevator to the top, hah, see you later I'm gone, penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks In-house beach, French comtesse, 10 thou' piece Rent-out lease with an option to buy Coppin' a 5 or Benz for when I'm not far up in the sky Puffin' the lye from my Twinzito Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens nicknamed Perico We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs Now we reached the peakage, runnin' trains for three days Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla Mama, I'm thick, huh? I'll rip my prick through your hooters I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin' loot But I'll knock that boot if you out to get koofed You might also like[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for Uptown, baby, uptown I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law Who's down to fuck tonight? [Verse 2: Big Pun] I love 'em butter pecan to blackberry molass' I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the ass Long as you show class and pass my test Fat ass and breasts, highly intelligent bachelorettes That's the best, I won't settle for less I want a ghetto brunette with unforgettable sex Now lay your head on my chest and feel my heartbeat We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep and just spark the leaf It's hard to creep since I found Joe Every pretty, round, brown ho wanna go down low But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know Once I put the blows, get your clothes, 'cause you got to go I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere You nasty, Twin, I don't care 'Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Thick tongue, known to make the chicks cum [Bridge: Big Pun & Joe] Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me!" But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get it" Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me!" But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get it" [Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] I don't wanna be a player no more But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for I don't wanna be a player no more But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law Who's down to fuck tonight? [Outro: Joe] Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena No more rollin' with an entourage Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad Beatin' niggas down somethin' silly Joe and Big Punisher Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena37

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The Calm

Drake

[Verse 1] Uh I'm just so far gone October's own Please leave me alone Drunk off champagne Screamin' in the phone See my house is not a home Fuck is going on? Where did we go wrong? Where do we belong? Caught up in the game and it's one I can't postpone Meanin' if it rains, I'm the one it's rainin' on When my diamond chain is on, still nothin' set in stone Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise that I won't Feelin' so distant from everyone I've known To make everybody happy I think I would need a clone Places we get flown, parties that we've thrown I've done more for this city than these rappers that have blown It's only been three years Look at how I've grown I'm just in my zone I call this shit the calm Yeah, but I'm the furthest thing from calm Dedicated to my mom and I swear my word is bond Everything will be okay and it won't even take that long You can see it in my face or even read it on my palm Leader of the new school, it's proven and it's known I'm sittin' in a chair but in the future it's a throne I know you like to worry, it'll be better if you don't 'cause See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Break] You know everything gon' be all right, I promise I apologize to you know, put y'all in this position, vent to y'all but 40 Mama always say don’t ask permission Just ask forgiveness you know so uh, forgive me, yeah, yeah Say [Verse 2] Uh And life is so insane Look what I became trying to make a name All my first dates are interrupted by my fame Because every picture taken is a fan that you can gain They love it when you smile, unaware that it's a strain It's a curse you gotta live with when you born to entertain Women need attention, therefore, women will complain Develop hatred for men and say that you're the one to blame Tryin' to enjoy myself with Tez in Miami at the game I just wish he knew how much it really weighed like Dwayne It's a weight that's on my chest whoever spotting me is playing So I'm lifting all alone trying not to get a sprain Hoping Western Union doing currency exchange 'Cause my dad called and got me feeling guilty and ashamed Like, how I had a Rolls and I went and got a Range And he paying for his cigarettes with dollars and some change Damn, and I can only feel his pain 'Cause in Memphis, Tennessee there's only so much to attain So I'm filling out the form at the counter once again He say he love me, I just hope he doesn't say that shit in vain I'm why your girl heart is in a sling Call me "Heartbreak Drake", I'm the hardest one to tame As a man, I'm just honest, as an artist I'm a king With my own set of problems that be sitting on my brain Yeah, and see, this is the thang What they viewing as bragging is the way that I maintain The shit I write while staring out the window of a plane Is the single-handed reason I remain me, yeah [Outro] Uh I said I call this shit the calm But I’m the furthest thing from calm Swear I’m putting on But they always wanna ask what type of act you putting on, like Man14

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Put On (Remix)

Jeezy

[Intro: Young Jeezy] Rest in peace, homie Lil Mike, let's go I put on (ay Cliff) I put on (yeah, "The Recession" on the way) I put on (ay Young) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] The Recession on the way, hey, but on another note A lot of sounding like Young, tell 'em register to quote See I rolled them back-to-back like I'm registered to smoke Yeah I got it on me now but I ain't registered to tote I put on for my city and I bought a blue -ghini Goddamn you just missed me, should've saw me, should've seen me Do me a favor: see them haters tell 'em picture me rolling Same time watch them Feds take a pic of me rolling Got a phone call from 'Ye, put my -libs on his song Sold 3 million records, goddamn I put 'em on I put on for my city yeah billboards everywhere See me before your flight land, see me before your bag claim Re-up in my city, man you better check your bags, man Shouts out to the Eastside, yeah they play them bag games Southside boys will fly to your home, yeah they play them tag games Can't forget that Westside, yeah they play them mask games How you forget the Northside? Don't know I stay high as hell 87 stickers too, y'all know I stay fly as hell I put on for my city, yeah way before the contracts Trapstar, step back, might get you a contact Rap star, no strap, might just get your chain snatched Call Young brain stacks, might just get your chains back Call my name in the courtroom, put me on blast Still shining on they ass, yeah its Mr. Birthday Bash See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook: Young Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go [Interlude: Jay-Z] + (Young Jeezy) 'Ey Guru, put a lil' T-Pain on my shit too Clear my throat, know what I mean? Uh I put on... G-Mix I don't need no T-Pain, I got this one (Oh you bout to put on Hov?) Yes [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] I put Marcy on the map, I put Brooklyn on my back I put Fab back on the charts, I put Biggie in my raps I put Nas with Def Jam, I let Diddy do my tracks I put on for my city, that's a motherfucking fact I put Mike Jack' on stage at Summer Jam, "Billie Jean" I put Prodigy in his place on that Summer Jam screen I put Preme in my truck told him leave them streets alone I predicted jail would happen, shit, I tried to put him on All these niggas taking credit for the work that I put in If you really put me on, put yourself on then I put miles on that hooptie, I put hours in that kitchen Put that on my "Dear Mama" this is fact not fiction Feds were trying to build a case, I was headed for conviction Til the greatest flow in the world put me on television I put on for my city so when I'm dead and gone I got one last wish: put my Yankee hat on [Hook: Young Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go6

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On My Block

Scarface

[Intro] Woo! This for the block, boy! Take a breath... Woah! [Verse 1] Every day, it's been the same old thang on my block You either working or you slanging cocaine on my block You had to hustle, 'cause that's how we was raised on my block And you stayed on your hop until you made you a knot On my block, to hang out was the thing back then And even when you left out, you came back in To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On your block, you pro'ly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac Or Big Pun, or B-I, your homeboys from knee-high And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by That's me, dog, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot Niggas knew me back when I was stealing beers from Shamrock And my nickname was "Creepy" If Black June could see me, he'd be tripping And I'd bet he still try to tease me [Chorus] My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homey, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block, I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me You might also like[Verse 2] On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops Fuck a IROC, we race Impalas, chromed-out On my block, it ain't no different than the next block You get drunk and pass out, and they back you to the house And when you wake up on the couch, you going right back at it On my block, when you're that fucked up, they laugh at it On my block, it's just another day in the heart Of the Southside of Houston Texas, making your mark On my block, we're cuing all the time, playing dominoes Keep the Swishers sweet down until my mama goes back inside Then we can fly, pass it around a few times to get high [Chorus] My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homey, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block, I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homey, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block, I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me [Verse 3] On my block, everybody business ain't your business What's going on in this house is staying here, comprende? On my block, you had to have that understanding 'Cause if you told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys And once your mama got it, it was all on the wire And when the word got back, they set your ass on fire On my block, we got some 'Nam vets, shellshocked Who never quite got right; now, they inhale rocks On my block, it's like the world don't exist We stay confined to this small, little section we living in Oh, my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world 'Cause I love these ghetto boys and girls Born and raised on my block [Chorus] My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homey, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block, I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me9

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I Wish

Skee-Lo

[Intro] Hey, this is radio station WSKEE We're taking calls on the wish line Making your wacky wishes come true... Hello? [Chorus] I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six-four Impala [Verse 1] I wish I was like six-foot-nine so I can get with Leoshi 'Cause she don't know me but, yo, she's really fine You know I see her all the time, everywhere I go And even in my dreams, I can scheme of ways to make her mine 'Cause I know she's livin' phat Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball, so how am I gonna compete with that? 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball I'm always last to be picked and in some cases never picked at all So I just lean up on the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls who came to watch their man ball Dag, y'all! I never understood, black Why the jocks get the fly girls, and me, I get the hood rats I tell 'em, "Scat, skittle, sca-bobble" Got hit with a bottle and put in a hospital for talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came, to my senses Like quick-quick, got sick-sick to my stomach Overcometh by thoughts of me and her together, right? So when I asked her out, she said I wasn't her type You might also like[Chorus] I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six-four Impala I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six-four Impala [Verse 2] I wish I had a brand new car so far, I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo, I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track, and a spare tire in the backseat, but that's flat And do you really wanna know what's really wack? See, I can't even get a date, so what do you think of that? I heard that prom night is a bomb night With a hood rat you can hold tight But really though, I'm Figaro When in my car, I can't even get a hello Well, so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday One day I'ma have to get in my car and go You know I take the 110 until the 105 Get off at Crenshaw, tell my homies, "Look alive!" 'Cause it's hard to survive When you're living in a concrete jungle And these girls keep Passin' Me By She looks fly, she looks fly Make me say, "my, my, my" [Chorus] I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six-four Impala I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six-four Impala [Bridge] I wish I was a little bit taller (I wish I was a little bit taller) I wish I was a baller (Wish I was a baller) I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all (I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all) I wish I was a baller (Wish I was a baller) I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all (I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all) I wish I was a baller (Wish I was a baller) I wish I was a little bit taller (I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all) I wish I was a baller (Yeah) [Verse 3] Hey, I wish I had my way 'Cause every day would be a Friday, and you could even speed on the highway I would play ghetto games Name my kids ghetto names: Little Mookie, Big Al, Lorraine Yo, you know that's on the real So if you're down on your luck then you should know just how I feel 'Cause if you don't want me around See, I go simple, I go easy, I go Greyhound Hey, you, what's that sound? Everybody look what's goin' down Ah, yes, ain't that fresh? Everybody wants to get down like that [Chorus] I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six-four Impala I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six-four Impala [Outro] I wish, I wish I wish, I wish I wish, I wish I wish, I wish I wish, I wish I wish, I wish [Fades]41

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My Neck, My Back (Lick It)

Khia

[Intro] All you ladies pop your pussy like this Shake your body: don't stop, don't miss All you ladies pop your pussy like this Shake your body: don't stop, don't miss Just do it, do it [Pre-Chorus] Do it, do it, do it now Lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should Right now, lick it good Suck this pussy just like you should My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack [Chorus] My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack [Verse 1] First, you gotta put your neck into it Don't stop, just do it, do it Then, you roll your tongue From the crack, back to the front Then you suck it all 'til I shake and cum, nigga Make sure I keep busting nuts, nigga All over your face and stuff Slow head, show me so much love The best head comes from a thug The dick good: thick, big and long Slow thumping 'til the crack of dawn On the X, making faces and stuff Through the night, making so much love Dead sleep when the sun comes up You might also like[Pre-Chorus] So lick it now, lick it good Lick this pussy just like you should (C'mon!) Right now, lick it good Lick this pussy just like you should [Chorus] My neck (Ugh), my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack [Verse 2] You might roll dubs, you might have G's But fuck that, nigga: get on your knees A bitch like me moans and screams "Thug Missus," know what I mean? At the club, so fresh, so clean Hoes hate and niggas watching me So high in the line on green With a unit on my face, so mean I got to pick which nigga I need To suck and fuck, gon' satisfy me You try me, I'll make you see You bitches ain't got shit on me [Pre-Chorus] So lick it now, lick it good Lick this pussy just like you should (C'mon!) Right now, lick it good Lick this pussy just like you should [Chorus] My neck (Ugh), my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack [Pre-Chorus] Do it now, lick it good Lick this pussy just like you should (C'mon!) Right now, lick it good Suck this pussy just like you should [Chorus] My neck (Ugh), my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack [Coda] Then, you roll your tongue From the crack, back to the front Then you suck it all till I shake and cum, nigga Make sure I keep busting nuts, nigga Then, you roll your tongue From the crack, back to the front Then you suck it all till I shake and cum, nigga Make sure I keep busting nuts, nigga [Chorus] My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack21

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What’s Beef?

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Produced by Carlos "6 July" Broady and Nashiem Myrick] [Intro 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] The Commission: Uncle Paulie, P. Diddy Cease-A-Leo Degenaro (Yeah) Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim (That's right) The most shady—Frankie, baby We here Do you know what beef is? We ain't goin' nowhere Do you know what beef is? Uh-uh Ask yourself Do you know what beef is? Uh-uh, ugh, uh-huh (Come on) [Intro 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre (Ugh) Rapper style used by me, the B-I-G I put my key, you put your key in Money we'll be seein' ill reach the fuckin' ceiling Check it, check it (Ahh) [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] My Calico been cocked (Uh-huh) This rap Alfred Hitchcock Drop top-notch, playa-hatin' gon' stop (Ugh) This instant, rappers too persistent Quick to spit Biggie name on shit Make my name taste like ass when you speak it (Haha) See me in the streets—your jewelry? You can keep it That be our little secret (Shh) See, me (Ugh) B, that is, I, that is— Gee-whiz, motherfuckers still in my biz (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids? (Uh) Fuck 'em in they ass, throw 'em over the bridge? (Ooh) That's how it is, my shit is laid out (What?) Fuck that "beef" shit, that shit is played out (Played out) Y'all got the gall, all I make is one phone call All y'all disappear by tomorrow (Haha) All your guns is borrowed (Ugh), I don't feel sorrow Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this You might also like[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] What's beef? Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it (Yeah) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] I done smoked with the best of 'em (Uh-huh) Shot at the rest of 'em (Uh-huh) Was about a hundred or more, maybe less, of 'em Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook' just be— Wildin' on you, just be stylin' on you (You so crazy) And I tried to warn you, but your eyes fucked up Now I cleared them shits with hits You on the fuckin' bench (Mm) Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes, I get kind of Peeved at these weak MCs (Don't stop) I call 'em like I see 'em, G Y'all niggas sound like me (Yeah) Y'all was grimy in the early nineties, far behind me It ain't hard to find me Number one with the booyaka (Booyaka) Give me the Remy and the chronic Ain't no tellin' what I do to ya (I do to ya) It's obvious the game's new to ya (New to ya) Take them ends you make (Ehehe) And spend 'em on a tutor, hah One shot, I'm through with ya [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] What's beef? Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU (I see you), one more time What's beef? (What's beef) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (Thirty deep) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, there'll be nothin— (I see you) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] There'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' (Sailin') When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin' (Bailin') All I got is heat and tough talk for you (Uh-huh) Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you (Oooh) Man, listen, straight torture Look what that slick shit bought ya A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher Watch me set it off like Vivica Here lies your demise, close your eyes (Uh-huh) Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten Pale blue hands get cold; your soul's risen It's bad 'cause I just begun What make the shit real bad: I was havin' fun (Ahaha!) [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time (I see you) What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (Thirty deep) Beef is when I see you (I see you) Guaranteed to be in ICU, and I'm through [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yeah, and I'm through Ugh, ugh The life after— Now, ask yourself Ugh Do you really know what beef is? The life after Then ask yourself Ugh Do you really want beef? The life after— Ahahaha! Yeah, I like that Big Nash' Hitmen, baby On and on and on and on Bad Boy Y'all know what it is Shit, I don't want no beef Aha!46

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Heart of the City (Ain’t No Love)

JAY-Z

[Verse 1: JAY-Z] First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Hov What's up? Y'all niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar And my record's movin' out the store? Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me My nigga Big predicted this shit exactly "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems," gotta move carefully 'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes Youngins ice-grillin' me, oh, you not feelin' me? Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind, cousin, ain't got time for frontin' Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs Damn, little mans, I'm just tryna do me If the record's two mil', I'm just tryna move three Get a couple chicks, get 'em to try to do E Hopefully they'll ménage before I reach my garage I don't want much, fuck, I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers Bird-ass niggas, I don't mean to ruffle y'all I know you waitin' in the wing, but I'm doin' my thing Where's the love? [Chorus: Bobby Bland & JAY-Z] Ain't no love in the heart of the city I said where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town (Yeah) You might also like[Verse 2: JAY-Z] And then the Fugees gon' break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got somethin' to say What's all the fuckin' fussin' for? Because I'm grubbin' more? And I pack heat like I'm the oven door? Niggas pray and pray on my downfall But every time I hit the ground, I bounce up like roundball Now, I don't wanna have to kill soundboys Don't wanna have to cock back the four-pound bar Look, scrapper, I got nephews to look after I'm not lookin' at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper Can I live? I told you '96 that I came to take this shit and I did Handle my biz, I scramble like Randall with his Cunningham, but the only thing runnin' is numbers, fam Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love? [Chorus: Bobby Bland & JAY-Z] Ain't no love in the heart of the city Niggas, where's the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town (Holla at me) Ain't no love (Take 'em to church), in the heart of the city Uh, uh, uh, uh, my nigga, where is the love? Ain't no love in the heart of town (Fuck) [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Then Richard Pryor go and burn up And Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew me before records, you never disrespected me Now that I'm successful, you'll pull this shit Nigga, I'll step on your porch, step to your boss Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait What, you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates Haha, and more baggies, why you all aggy? Nigga, respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit Where's the love? Where's the love? [Chorus: Bobby Bland] Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love35

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Captain Kirk

Master P

[Intro: Master P] Are you ready to boldly go where no family has gone before? The Ghetto Enterprise has landed Captain Kirk has arrived, I repeat, Captain Kirk has arrived Women - if you're lucky, Captain Kirk will save you and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you are lookin' for. I mean the next generation, ya' heard me? Are you ready? (Yes, I am!!!!) [Verse 1: Master P & Fiend] Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper But will they didn't tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin' Gambler And all the bitches I done broke fo' they bank I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees No Limit niggas don't save hoes Ain’t no Captain Save a Ho gonna breeze Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk Kept a smirk on his face, lookin' like Joe Sausage Come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage Got keys to his cottage, done changed the alarm on the Ac' And all he get to do, is eat that funky ho from the back On top of that - the bitch fat, makin' a career off this nigga And all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear to this nigga Go figure, all she wanted was that man's lil' change But if it was me, I'da been done smacked that bitch in the brains You might also like[Chorus: Master P] Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby! [Verse 2: Silkk The Shocker] See I met this bad ass trick, I mean this bad ass bitch Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like, buyin' her shit I bought her lunch the first time but see there trick that's nothin' but game I hit it one time and they be callin' back talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?" And she had the nerve to tell me if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless I told her Bitch if you ain't suckin' dick then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose Figured she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs Simply, a bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck Man, but since you my boy you better use a condom before you try to fuck Take the game from this show bug, 'cause Silkk ain't no love I give 'em a little somethin', but at the end I take 'em back and get the most love And ain't no beam 'em up Scotty, ain't no savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work It all depends on TRU niggas like us, not no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze) All you ghetto ho's get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig Bring yo' Bebe kids 'cause the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in Approximately five minutes [Chorus: Master P] Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby! [Verse 3: Mystikal] Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!! Lil mama done got me bent [What] the fuck you mean, where I was?, who I was with? And where the fuck I went? Bitch get beside yoself, you probably WOULD If I left ya', but I ain't gon put you on no pedestal, jus cause I hit you with that pressure You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride I'm TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL I can’t seem to satisfy this bitch She trippin' bout' her BILLS!!! Her rent ain't paid, but she got her hair done This bitch gotta be stopped!!! Ho thinks she got it made, gon' ride my pockets to the top But oh no, you Bitch, you I ain't responsible, for what that other nigga did to you [Don't] give a fuck what that nigga bought you Give a fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through Get the fuck out my face, ya' fam too, stop runnin' Behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got Acting like that cause that ass whoopin' been due It's a nigga like that, that make it hard For me and the rest of my niggas Meeting these tramps and treat em like queens SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! Lettin' dem' hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Chorus: Master P] Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby Captain Kirk, can you save me? Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby! [Outro: Master P] Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids Even though they ain't from you Baby my kids love you Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV I know you pay the rent Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year Baby we need a brand new car boo Six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12 Oh I took that extra checkbook I need my... hair, nails, toes did I want a brand new house A five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and Don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk Also I chose pickles, and Ice Cream I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally Gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to Pick up your cape out the cleaners Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of The ghetto in five seconds Four Three Two One *Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off and flying away*

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Average Cat (Jay-Z Diss!!)

Beanie Sigel

[Hook] I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (What you talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (That's what I'm talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that [Verse 1] Man, I ain't talking about the Prop, I ain't talking bout the Roc I don't talk bout mine, why will I talk on what you got What you talking bout? Cause you ain't talking about a lot And nigga, I'm from the ghetto so I talk about the block They say in every rhyme that I talk about my Glock But I squeeze for real and don't do no talking when I pop "Punta maricon, cabron" then you drop And I stand on my own, I don't be talking to no cops And I ain't talking for Chris and I ain't talking for Neef And I ain't talking for Sparks and I ain't talking for Free I ain't talking for Crakk, I got words for Oschi But I ain't talking bout that, I'm talking for me B Sig the sequel, better yet, the prequel Never fear for war, this hog know I squeeze still For that thing of ours till we D.I.E My brothers keep it like Nino and G That's what I'm talking bout You might also like[Hook] I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (What you talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (That's what I'm talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that [Verse 2] I'm a grown-ass man; I don't sit on niggas' laps And I ain't looking for no gifts outta Santa Claus' sack Santa ain't real, let alone is he black Catch him coming down my chimney and the Mac'll go Vrack! (You scared) Get a dog, get a cat I bet the cat put the tongue on you rats Niggas extend their hands, put their hands in their lap Scared to face the man in the mirror: Mike Jack The mere sight of Beans raise the hairs on your back Niggas talking "compared to Sig you wack" Scrap, I know you ain't wanna talk about that But since niggas talking, let's talk about facts From the city where it's long dark nights here Where hard knock life's real (MJ, Annie are you OK?) I'm so bad, I'm a smooth criminal, I'm a thriller Holding a snub with a glove that don't glitter, nigga [Hook] I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (What you talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (That's what I'm talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that [Verse 3] This ain't a diss record, this a real record How it feel to get exposed? Don't you feel naked? I was the fly on the wall, the shit I witnessed I could say shit that make B look at you different And my gangsta wasn't never on trial But I was, I stood up tall, no snitching But the rapper Shawn called the police on me Cause I was front row at the Blueprint 3 I just wanted to see him MC And reminisce when we was the R.O.C But he called on the C.O.P's Not only that, he brought in the F.E.Ds (snitch) So that's telling me "F.U. Sig" So F you too and F Bleek 3 See, whether I rap or riddle out this motherfucker Pack a Gat keep a pistol out this motherfucker Crack a brick down the middle out this motherfucker My name good in every hood out this mother fucker Motherfucker [Hook] I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (What you talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that (That's what I'm talking bout?) I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that [Outro] Real rap See, I think I held my tongue long enough About this whole Roc-A-Fella situation I was the realest thing that happened to the Roc The Roc was just a rock I brought the fellas to Roc-A-Fella Records Hot 9-7, stay proper, y'all remember I brought the street cred to that That thing etched in stone I fought all them battles, me, that's who Jadakiss, Nas, Dipset Anybody you would've told me to go after Matter of fact you ain't even have to tell me I front line for that Roc For that finger guard For that diamonds that people was throwing up I'd a took a bullet for Roc that day This ain't about a dollar This ain't about me hating on you cuz or anything Cause I never asked you for a dollar When I came home from jail Home, out here in the day When you ain't come one day to come see me Not one picture, a letter I went to the office and asked you Let me off Roc-A-Fella Records, out that situation Cause somebody, no man no blame, wanted me And they wanted to give some real money And you bounced that tennis ball around in your office for a hour And went back and forth with me and told me you ain't wanna let me go You remember that don't you? You even asked me did I want some money and I told you I don't want your money But you was in a position to make me get my own money And you couldn't do that But Sigel so real And you will never go to jail again cause you knew I would shoot If my life was a movie, Sigel be the sequel You ain't fit for war Cause Sigel's in the field It's etched in stone My gangsta ain't never been on trial But guess what: How 2Pac say? I ain't mad at ya I understand, everybody can't go And you are already old Oh, and don't get it fucked up This ain't the green light for everybody to start making "diss Jay-Z" records Nah, I still got love for the nigga This me taking my brother in the yard for 5 minutes Cause I got a knot in my chest that need to get unloosened And you got love for a motherfucker don't go away that easy See, many people gonna walk in and out your life But only real friends leave footprints on your heart, dog But I think yours fading in the sand And that's real rap And if me and you don't never talk again, dog And I gotta holla at you via MC on this mic, what up? How you say? Scream at me The richest man ain't the one with his first dollar, dogg It's the one who still got his first friend Roc-A-Fella for life, nigga It's the Roc

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Got Your Money

Ol’ Dirty Bastard

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I dedicate this to all the pretty girls All the pretty girls in the world And the ugly girls too 'Cause to me you're pretty anyway, baby [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You give me your number, I'll call you up You act like your pussy on interrupt I don't have no trouble with you fucking me But I have a little problem with you not fucking me Baby, you know I'ma take care of you 'Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true Is it a good thing? No it's bad, bitch For good or worse, makes you switch So I walk on over with my Cristal Bitch-ass niggas, put away your pist-als Dirty won't be having it in this house ‘Cause, bitch, I'll cripple your style! Now that you heard my charming voice You couldn't get another nigga, coochie won't get moist If you wanna look good and not be bummy Girl, you better give me that money! Aow! [Chorus: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money You might also like[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] So I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me I whispered in their ear: "Wanna be with me?" You wanna look pretty though, in my video Ol' Dirty on the hat and I let you all know Just dance if you caught up in the holy ghost trance If you stop I'ma put the killer ants in your pants I'm the O-D-B as you can see F.B.I., don't you be watching me I don't want no problems, ‘cause I'll put you down In the ground where you can not be found I'm just Dirt Dog trying to make some money So give me my streaks and give me my honey! Radios play this all day, everyday Recognize I'm a fool and you love me! None of you, NUH, better look at me funny NUH, you know my name, now give me my money! [Chorus: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money Sing it! Sing it, girls! Just shake it right now! If Dirty want his money I think y'all should give him his money That's how I like you, girl! [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Nigga playing in the club like this all night Bitches put your ass out, let me hold it tight You looking at my wrist saying "It's so nice!" The price bitch is diamonds, shining disco light Well, you better help me solve my problem Or I'ma get this money and rob them Lucky Dog when I won the Lotto Ran up on my car for carrying Rollo But hold on, you can call me Dirty And then lift up your skirt And you want some of this Dirty God made Dirt and Dirt bust your ass Stop annoying me! Yeah, I play my music loud It takes the Bastard, Ol' Dirty, to move the crowd They say, "He had his dick in his mouth" Eddie Murphy taught me that back in the house Now give me my money! [Chorus: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey! Baby, I got your money [Outro: Kelis] Hey, Dirty! Baby, I got your money Don't you worry, I said hey!19

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Let Me Ride

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Biatch! Eeeh, wha'ppen nuh baby You look good inna ya car, eeh Longtime mi watch ya and mi wah chat to ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wah chat to me So wha'ppen Dre, tell 'em weh di fuck a gwaan nuh [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Creepin' down the back street on D's I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9 tryin' to take mine You wanna make noise? Make noise I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift And no, this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the CPT On a rhymin' spree, a straight G Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot 'Cause I'm— You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Rollin' in my six-four What all the niggas sayin'? [Chorus: Jewell & Ruben Cruz, Dr. Dre] Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (What all the niggas sayin'?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride [Verse 2: Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh Word to the motherfuckin' streets and dope beats That I hit you with, that I get you with As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin' like a motherfucker, ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick 'cause my four on hit Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit So when I crawl, I comes correct Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip and make a trip to the south side, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Rollin' in my six-four What all the bitches sayin'? [Chorus: Jewell & Ruben Cruz, Dr. Dre] Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (What all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (Know what I'm sayin'?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride [Verse 3: Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slauson On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin' Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas, they will do Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools Tryin' to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynchin', but I just watch 'em hang So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on? I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak Now everybody peepin' out they window when they hear me beatin' up the street Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say every single motherfuckin' day Yo, but I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be— [Pre-Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Rollin' in my six-four What everybody sayin'? [Outro: Jewell & Ruben Cruz, Parliament-Funkadelic, Dr. Dre] Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride (What everybody sayin'?) Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (Swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride41

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Hurt Me Soul

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Astaghfirullah Yeah Yeah This one right here, ha I dedicate this one right here To everybody out there... You dig? Uh-huh Check it out [Verse 1] Now I ain't trying to be the greatest I used to hate hip-hop—yup, because the women degraded But Too $hort made me laugh; like a hypocrite, I played it A hypocrite, I stated, though I only recited half Omitting the word "bitch"—cursing, I wouldn't say it Me and Dog couldn't relate 'til a bitch I dated Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike But I learned it from a song I heard and sort-of liked, yeah Further, ice and glamorized drug dealing was appealing But the block club kept it from in front of our building Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building blocks For children with leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots Coupled with compositions from 'Pac Nas's It Was Written, intermixed with my realities and feelings Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom, and artistic vision I began to jot, tap the world, and listen It drop— You might also like[Hook 1] My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me I have sex for money, the hood don't love me The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me And I got no place to go They bomb my village, they call us killers Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me And it hurts me soul [Verse 2] I had to ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott 'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti I'm thinking, "Golly, God, guard me from the ungodly" But by my thirtieth watching of Streets is Watching I was back to giving props again, and that was bothering 'Bout as uncomfortable as a Untouchable touching you The theme songs that niggas hustled to seemed wrong But these songs was coming true And it was all becoming cool (Cool) I found a condom on the ground that johns would cum into And thought: "What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit Then, they drop it The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it It seems I was seeing the same scene adopted Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it They said, "Don't knock it, mind your business" His business isn't mindin' that nigga pimpin'—got it [Hook 2] They took my daughter, we ain't got no water I can't get hired, their cross on fire We all got suspended, I just got sentenced So I got no place to go They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang-time They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader My father ain't seen me Turn off my TV (Ugh, yeah) 'cause it hurts me soul [Verse 3] So, through the Grim Reaper sickle-sharpening Macintosh marketing, oil field auguring Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom (Woo) Precise, yeah, laser-guided targeting Oil-for-food bartering, terrorist organization harboring Sand-camouflaged army men CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone monitoring Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress honoring String theory pondering, bulimic vomiting Catholic Priest fondling, preemptive bombing And Osama and Obama 'nem They breaking in my car again Deforestation and overlogging, and Hennessy and Hypnotiq swallowing Hydroponic coughing, and... (Woo!) all the world's ills Sitting on chrome, twenty-four-inch wheels, like that [Hook 3] They say I'm infected, this is why I inject it I had it aborted, we got deported My laptop got spyware, they say that I can't lie here But I got no place to go I can't stop eating, my best friend's leaving My pastor touched me, I love this country I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me 'Cause it hurts me soul [Outro] Yeah, whoa-oh Hurts me soul It hurts me so, soul Whoa-oh Hurts me soul (Yeah) Whoa-oh46

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Ride wit Me

Nelly

[Intro: Nelly] Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Come on, now [Chorus: Nelly] If you wanna go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) [Verse 1: Nelly] In the club on the late night, feeling right Looking, trying to spot something real nice Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) with an attitude Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude But as long as you a thicy-thicy-thic girl you know that it's on (You know that it's on) I peep something Coming towards me on the dance floor, sexy and real slow Saying she was peeping and I dig the last video "So when Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no? Her measurements was 36-25-34, yelling "I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you, boo, from way over there" See Nelly LiveGet tickets as low as $43You might also like[Chorus: Nelly] If you wanna go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) [Verse 2: Nelly] Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6 Range Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes It feel strange now, making a living off my brain Instead of 'caine now, I got the title from my Momma put the whip in my own name now, damn shit done Changed now, running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B Telling me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna White, c'mon [Chorus: Nelly] If you wanna go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) [Bridge: Nelly] Check, check, yo I know something you don't know And I've got something to tell ya You won’t believe how many people straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure But now the same motherfuckers asking me for dough And I'm yelling: "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchyou?!) you for real?! [Verse 3: City Spud] Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggas want to know why, why I fly by But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggas, "wishing you was" niggas Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Chrissy, bubb' macking Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knocking to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rocking to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we popping the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist'; niggas staring, know they diss Honies looking all "they wish," come on boo, gimme kiss, c'mon [Chorus: Nelly] If you wanna go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Hey, must be the money! Hey, must be the money! Hey, must be the money! Must be the money! If you wanna go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way?35

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Gin and Juice

Snoop Dogg

[Intro: Daz Dillinger & (Snoop Dogg)] (Ugh) Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath (Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin' Aye, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day May I kick a little something for the G's And make a few ends as I breeze through? Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' ‘Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin' So what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (But what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah So we gon' smoke an ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Lil David Ruffin, Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this type of shit happens all the time You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch) 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, ‘cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound Feel the breeze beyotch, I'm just... [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre Came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic That made me choke; shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me; not with a cherry on top ‘Cause when I bust my nut I'm raising up off the cot Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you, hoes, I'm out the door, and I'll be... [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind90

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21 Questions

50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent] New York City You are now rockin' With 50 Cent You gotta love it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I just wanna chill and twist the lye Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy, shorty, I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need, and I Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flip burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me? In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now, we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that (Like that) See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad ‘cause I'm askin' you twenty-one questions? Are you my soulmate? ‘Cause if so, girl, you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans If I was down, would you say things to make me smile? I'll treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me, or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, I'll do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style, I say anything to make you smile [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Outro: Nate Dogg] Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask twenty-one questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask twenty-one questions and they all about us150

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Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)...

JAY-Z

[Produced by LV, Sean C, and Diddy] [Intro: Jay-Z] And the winner is Hov,, My man Speech! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] First of all, I wanna thank my connect The most important person, with all due respect Thanks to the duffle bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash (Okay!) Boys in blue who put greed before the badge (Okay!) The first pusher who ever made the stash (Okay!) The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!) Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim Thanks to a little change, I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor, rapping at your eulogy To Lil' Kim and them, you know the women-friend who Carry the work cross state for a gentlemen Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly you: the customer [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!) Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the Forbes figured, then figure more 'Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they don't know the feeling when them things get across Put ya hand out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit defrost Ice-cold, jewels got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink Rosé, think OJ I get away with murder when I sling yay Her-on got less steps than Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!) Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Rare Porsches, rare portraits Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchard This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the ground Which means you get it when I'm around Rich niggas, black Bar Mitzvahs Mazel tov, it's a celebration bitches! "L'chaim!" I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time Cheers, toast to crime Number one D-boy, shame he could rhyme [Chorus: Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Cassie & (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!) Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!) Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!) Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) [Outro: Jay-Z] Sweet! Let that ride out! Bring the horns back in, yeah This is black superhero music right here, baby American Gangster Taking flight, coming to a town near you Soon as I touch down, I just want y'all to start playing the horns like... Hovi's home! Lukey, baby! Hahahahaha... oww!18

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Takeover

JAY-Z

[Intro] C'mon Woo [Chorus] R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit [Verse 1] The takeover, the break's over, nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey, lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war R-O-C too strong for y'all It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gon' win? This is grown man B-I, get you rolled into triage, bitch Your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet, the navy Niggas'll kidnap your baby, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama, uh We kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you, dunny, 'cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music You might also like[Chorus] R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out, we run New York) [Verse 2] I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushing weight back in '88 You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanor Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella students of the game, we passed the class 'Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one, I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level, get your brakes tweaked I sold what your whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov, no [Chorus] R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out, we run New York) [Verse 3] I know you miss it, Nas, the (Fame) But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame Nigga, you a (Lame) You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started, but now, you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours (Oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally) Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song But I know, the sun don't shine if son don't shine That's why your (Lame), career's come to an end It's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks' pad (Yup) You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who) Then I heard your album 'bout your TEC on the dresser So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong (I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me) You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song (Woo) And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing Use your (Brain) You said you've been in this ten, I've been in it five, smarten up, Nas Four albums in ten years, nigga? I could divide That's one every, let's say two, two of them shits was doo One was nah, the other was Illmatic That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so (Lame) Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage What, you tryna kick knowledge? (Fuck outta here) Y'all niggas gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you-know-who (Who) Did you-know-what (What?), with you-know-who (Yeah) But just keep that between me and you for now [Chorus] R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out, we run New York) [Verse 4] A wise man told me don't argue with fools ‘Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I'm grown Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin' be finished You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels Twinkletoes, you're breakin' my heart Can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas61

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The Ruler’s Back

JAY-Z

[Intro] Woo, woo, woo, woo I am back, niggas Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Uh-oh, uh-oh, woo, woo) Ladies and gentlemen, H to the izz-O (H to the izz-O) I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase We surely appreciate it (Woo) What you about to witness is my thoughts (Just my thoughts, man) Right or wrong Just what I was feelin' at the time (Uh) You ever felt like this, vibe with me (Walk with a nigga, man) Just vibe with me Yo [Verse 1] Gather 'round, hustlers, that's if you still livin' And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers, I'm back, motherfuckers Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns Y'all can't fuck with Hov, what type of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops, so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude, he's Teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now give me back my bread Mr. District Attorney, I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to? Plus - Hov don't run, Hov stand and fight Hov a soldier, Hov been fightin' all his life so What could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me? Fuck you, what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that Or I got no problem goin' back I'm representin' for the seat where Rosa Parks sat Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped (Come on) So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The ruler's back You might also like[Interlude] I am back, niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah Turn the motherfuckin' music up (The ruler is back) I am back, niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] Well, in these times, well, at least to me There's a lot of rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay-Z I'll help you out, here's what you do You gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a ver' big shoe And you got a couple of beans and you don't have a clue? Your situation is bleek, I'ma keep it real 'cause Fuckin' with me, you gotta drop a mil' 'Cause if you gonna cop somethin', you gotta cop for real Don't only talk it, walk like it, from the bricks to the booth I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic You can't date skeeos and wife it (Uh-uh) And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices So what your life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off, y'all motherfuckers check the tires Off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro [Interlude] The ruler's back I am back, niggas Feels good, ha Pah, holla at me The ruler's back Yeah, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro] Now bounce, come on, bounce Uh (Woo, woo) Bounce, come on, bounce Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Bounce, come on, bounce Uh, yeah, just my thoughts, ladies and gentlemen Just what I'm feelin' at the time, you know what I mean? You know what I mean?17

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Gimme the Loot

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls Huh, yeah (I'm a bad, bad, bad) [Verse 1] My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib Turned him self in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight And I'm stressed Yo, Biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?) Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogard Have his mother singin', "It's so hard" Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude Because the nigga play pussy That's the nigga that's gettin' screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin' Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin' Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal 'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shit So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? You might also like[Interlude] When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money [Chorus] Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) [Verse 2] Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up! And I'm shootin' niggas quick if ya hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece The opposite of peace, sendin' mom duke a wreath You're talkin' to the robbery expert Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant 'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that Before you get your grave dug from the main thug Three fifty-seven slug And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip Motherfuckers better strip, (Yeah, nigga, peel!) Before you find out how blue steel feel From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in ya sweater The money-getter, motherfuckers know the pedi' Rolex watches and colorful Swatches I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it Man, niggas come through, I'm takin' high school rings too Bitches get delgnarts for their earrings and bangles And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockers And if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed, too Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it [Interlude] Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money) [Chorus] Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) [Verse 3] Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet Ooh, money looks sweet Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back Hit her with the gat Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot Oh shit, the cops Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts So why the fuck he keep looking? I guess to get his life tooken I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking Oh shit, now he looking in my face You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot A true motherfucker going out for the loot [Outro] Take that motherfuckers93

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D.O.A.

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Jay-Z] La-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ugh, Fiji water, grandaddy purp Excuse me, I let the semi-automatic burp Blood gang, motherfucker, call me "Red Alert" Young Carter kill in order, who get it first? Stuff that girl with dick 'til her head burst Young Weezle, flow needles, I could thread shirts Boy, you ain’t did shit, I done said worse Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Ugh, Fiji water, OG kush Yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks I'm in the way, you can’t pass, like Aaron Brooks President, ride the car slow I let my driver drive, I'm on Par 4 Spit hanging from my mouth, retard flow And I say what I won like an award show I'm on some shit ain’t even came out the ass yet Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet Young or old, there ain’t no comparing me I just cleared that up, moment of clarity, ugh! You might also like[Break: Jay-Z] La-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ugh, I'm about to go almonds Young head-buster, get your helmets You niggas real soft—what is that, velvet? I get big chips, you get Alvins Ugh, I'm about to go walnuts We get seven-digit money, you could call us Hit 'em with the chopper, watch 'em ball up Paint your face red, you all dolled up Yeah, Young Nino, nigga Do it for my team, Tim Tebow, nigga I'm killing this shit, Grim Reap' flow, nigga Getting swallowed by the Maybach, deepthroat, nigga! Ugh, I'm about to go Planters I’m still in my prime, Deion Sanders We all gamblers, I will not lose Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels Give me mine or I'ma take mine Smoking purple, I heard it through the grapevine Weezy Baby, AKA Your Highness I just killed this shit, moment of silence, ugh! [Break: Jay-Z & Lil Wayne] La-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye Haha But I ain't finished Uh-uh No Ceilings, motherfucker! Yeah [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Ugh, I'm in the zone like a fastball And I fuck the game up like a bad call Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall Bars all day, no last call Ugh, I'm in the Red Zone, nigga Wake up in the morning with your head gone, nigga Birdman Junior, wings spread on niggas Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home, nigga Yeah, tell the doctor, "Step aside, please" Dr. Carter, gasoline in your IVs Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed Strong-arm rap, I rock a iron sleeve Ugh, I'm in the zone like the secondary No lie, bitch, I’m flyer than a pet canary I’m a dog on the beat, fuck the vet'inary Two women praise me like Mary Mary Ugh, I'm in the zone like college ball Spit fire like I’m sipping on a Molotov Loose bowels, this shit so easy I might send this to the mixtape, Weezy (Ugh!) [Outro: Jay-Z & Lil Wayne] Hahahaha La-da-da-da No Ceilings Hey, hey, hey Yeah Goodbye Haha!!20

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Brooklyn’s Finest

JAY-Z

[Produced by Clark Kent] [Intro: Pain In Da Ass, Clark Kent & JAY-Z] Okay, I'm reloaded You motherfuckers think you big time? Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time Here come ''The Pain'' Jigga (Jigga) Bigga (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure? (How you figure?) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Jay-Z & The Notorious B.I.G] A-yo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (Uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us? (Uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (Uh-huh) And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that wit' ya! [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Jay-Z] Hit ya! Back-split ya! (Uh) Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (Uh!) Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (Woo!) Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (Mmm-hmm) Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (Haha) Most hated You might also like[Verse 3: Jay-Z & The Notorious B.I.G] Can't fade it (Uh) While y'all pump, willie (What?), I run up and stunt silly (Uh-huh) Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (Uh) But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him "What's ya name?" [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (Uh) Peruvians tried to do me in (Word), I ain't paid them yet Tryna' push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit (Frostbit), rings too Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who!? Motherfucker! [Chorus: Clark Kent & The Notorious B.I.G.] JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all! (Marcy) That's right, you don't stop! (Bed-Stuy) Uh-huh, you won't stop! (Nigga!) What, what, what? [Verse 5: JAY-Z & The Notorious B.I.G & Both] JAY-Z, Big Smalls, nigga, shit your drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit, you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV Jigga JAY-Z Biggie, baby (Uh) My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches From 62's, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (Uh) Gram choppin', police van dockin' D's at my doors knockin' (What?) Keep rockin', yeah! No more Mr. Nice Guy, I twist ya shit The fuck back with the pistols.. blazin'! Hot like Cajun (Uh) Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn With New York plates outside Get up out of there, fuck the ride! [Verse 6: The Notorious B.I.G & Jay-Z] Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (Uh) Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White Need the keys to your InnKeeper (That's right) Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy You ain't harmin' me, so pardon me Pass the safe, before I blaze the place And here's six shots just in case (Brooklyn-lyn-lyn) [Chorus: Clark Kent & JAY-Z] JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (Crown Heights, uh) You don't stop! (Brownsville) You won't stop! (Nigga!) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, haha) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Bushwick) You don't stop! (Fort Greene) You won't stop! (Niggas) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 7: JAY-Z & The Notorious B.I.G & Both] For '96, the only MC with a flu Yeah, I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin' to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China White, heroin Nigga, please, like short sleeves, I bear arms (Umm) Stay out my way from here on (Clear?) Gone! (Uh) Me and Gutta had two spots The two-for-five dollar hits, the blue tops (Uh-huh) Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' too hot If Faith have twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh, uh) Get it? (uh) 2 Pac's?, [Verse 8: JAY-Z, The Notorious B.I.G. & Both] Time to separate the pros from the cons (And the..) The platinum from the bronze That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (Uh) A S1 diamond from a I class don A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, Huh? Brook-Nam, sippin' on Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (Uh) The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanan's (Uh) Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica I'm warnin' ya! (Ha, what the fuck?) [Chorus: Clark Kent] JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit ya drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (Flatbush) You don't stop! (Red Hook) That's right, you won't stop! (Nigga!) Hahaha! (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers! (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all! (East New York) You don't stop! (Clinton Hill, uh-huh) You won't stop! (Nigga!) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Is Brooklyn in the house? [Outro: Clark Kent] Uh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all Junior M.A.F.I.A Supermen clique Brooklyn's Finest, you rewind this Representin' BK to the fullest28

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Still D.R.E.

Dr. Dre

[Produced by Dr. Dre, Scott Storch and Mel-Man] [Intro: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Yeah, nigga, we're still fuckin' wit' you Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. '99, nigga, guess who's back Still, still doin' that shit, huh, Dre? Oh for sho' Yeah Check me out [Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? Nigga, my last album was The Chronic (Nigga) They wanna know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it (If you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still puffin' my leaves, still fuck with the beats Still not lovin' police (Huh-uh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (For sho') Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life) Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang Since I left ain't too much changed, still You might also like[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doin' fifty a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali weed: I smoke 'til I'm 'sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru I'm still at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (Still) D.R.E. [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] It ain't nothin' but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're coolin' on the corner wit' your fly bitch (Biatch) Laidback in the shack, play this track I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king, but the ace is back (So if you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre be the name (What?), still runnin' the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard (Nah, nah) Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars (Hey, hey) Still gon' get mine regardless (Still) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (& Dr. Dre)] I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass 9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs Smoke some wit' your Dogg No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Ooh wee! Put it in the air! Well, you's a fool, D-R Ha-ha173

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Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)

JAY-Z

[Produced By: Mark the 45 King] [Intro] Take the bass line out Uh-huh, Jigga Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Let it bump though [Chorus] It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! [Verse 1] From standin' on the corners, boppin' To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen From droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me, mama, rub on your tits, and what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, you must not Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot Let's stick up the world and split it 50/50, uh-huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! You know it's hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter, nigga, Volume 2 Y'all niggas get ready! You might also like[Chorus] It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! [Verse 2] I flow for those 'dro'ed out All my niggas locked down in the 10 by four, controllin' the house We live in hard knocks We don't take over, we borrow blocks Burn 'em down and you can have it back Daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see your vision, mama I put my money on the longshots All my ballers that's born to clock Know I'ma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot Sleepin' on futons and cots to King Size Green machines, to green 5's I've seen pies, let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down type Braille I'm tight grill with the phony Rappers, y'all might feel we homies I'm like, "Still, y'all don't know me." Shit, I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin' I'm tryna murder everything movin' – feel me? [Chorus] It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! [Verse 3] I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Got a lotta beef, so logically, I prey on my foes Hustlin' is still inside of me, and as far as progress You'd be hard-pressed to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out Didn't really appreciate it 'til the second one came out So I stretched the game out, etched your name out Put Jigga on top and dropped albums non-stop for ya, nigga! [Chorus] It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!62

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We Takin’ Over

DJ Khaled

[Intro: Akon, DJ Khaled & T.I.] Oh oh oh! (DJ Khaled!) Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Konvict Music (We The Best!) Ay, ay, Grand Hustle Yeah (We takin' over) Ay, ay, ay Oww! (Listen!) [Verse 1: T.I.] Started in Atlanta then I spread out with it South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia From down in Miami where it warm in the winter On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn; holla at me Be in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland, daddy I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett Drop 6-4, three-wheel, then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a Glock four-fifth, blow your head off with it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then sped off with it Say you need bricks, I said, "I'll get it" You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Akon] If you want to, we can supply you (Supply you) Got enough work to feed the whole town They won't shoot you unless you try to (Try to) Come around and try to stomp on our ground [Chorus: Akon & DJ Khaled] 'Cause we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Oh oh (Listen!) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Boss, it's what I does I get money e'ryday, e'ryday I does That (Benz) is how I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride You better (Move) AK all day Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my neck I'm big like Diddy; damn it, I'm with it Khaled, we did it, Biggie of my city Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty I'd rather get brain, stupid, I'm silly Money that come runnin' like water Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous Miami on fire, you better be cautious Might get shot on the porch of your fortress Yeah, they see it but no one reports it I run this, Rick Ross, boss shit [Chorus: Akon & DJ Khaled] 'Cause we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Oh oh (Listen!) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Blat, when you see Crack, better duck Like the MAC got a EZ pass, nigga what? Shit, I don't give a fuck, I run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I walk that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga OD Cash rule everything around me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on Ds Feelin' like Pac, all eyes on me Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees (Trees, trees) Nigga please I spit crack, every verse a ki Some say "Khaled," some say "Khaleed" Twelve years down and I'm finally free [Pre-Chorus: Akon] If you want to, we can supply you (Supply you) Got enough work to feed the whole town They won't shoot you unless you try to (Try to) Come around and try to stomp on our ground [Chorus: Akon & DJ Khaled] 'Cause we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Said we takin' over (One city at a time) Oh oh (Listen!) [Verse 4: Birdman] Birdman daddy, I'm number one Nigga came at me wrong, so we got him done Fuckin' with the fam, I'ma give him some Spent that corner, he didn't run Sunday had a whole church singin' a song Why'd they have to send my baby home? Fuckin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game, now my son on the throne [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Ah, I am the beast Feed me rappers or feed me beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on Easy Street? I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak And I like my Sprite Easter pink And my wrist-wear Chopard but the Müller's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor Red light, red light, stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of Pumas Now just r-r-rock with Junior I am the little big kahuna, y'dig? [Outro: Akon] 'Cause we takin' over (One city at a time)15

Hip-Hop

Dr. Carter

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Nurse] Where's my coffee? Good morning, Dr. Carter (Hey, sweetie) Looks like it's gonna be a long day Ahh, another one huh? What we got Your first patient (Yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concepts (Uh-huh) Originality (Ugh) His flow is weak (Another one) And he has no style (Ugh) What you got for him? (Tssss, okay) [Verse 1] Let me put my gloves on, and my scrubs on Dr. Carter to the rescue Excuse me if I'm late, but like a thief it takes Time to be this great, uhh, so just wait Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place And I'm just grace, one, uno, ace And I'm trying make your heart beat like bass Hmm-mm, but you're sweet like cake And I come to fix wherever your shell break Where is your originality? You are so fake So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say All I need is one mic, all I need is one take Like, hey, brighter than a sun ray Got a pistol on a playground, watch the gun-play Like, no kidding, no kids in the way But the kids do watch, gotta watch what we say Gotta work everyday, gotta not be cliché Gotta stand out like Andre 3K Gotta kick it, kick it like a sensei You gotta have faith, you gotta, gotta Wait, wait, I think I, I think I lost him (Dial 118 please) You might also like[Interlude: Lil Wayne & Nurse] Good afternoon, Dr. Carter (Nurse) I don't know about this one His confidence is down, vocab and metaphors needs work And he lacks respect for the game (Uh, let me see) You think you can save him? [Verse 2] Okay, respect is in the heart, so that's where I'ma start And a lot of heart patients don't make it But, hey kid, plural, I graduated 'Cause you can get through anything if Magic made it And that was called recycling, r-e-reciting something 'Cause you just like it, so you say it just like it Some say it's biting but I say it's enlightening Besides, Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest And Dr. Jeezy can fix you back up the nicest Arthritis in my hand from writing But I'm a doctor, they don't understand my writing So I stopped writing, now I'm like lightning And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titan Fast and exciting, my passion is frightening Now let me put some more vocab in your IV Here, take this Vicodin, like it and love it And confidence has no budget So pay me no mind, I don't walk it like I talk it 'cause I run it I don't do it 'cause I done it, and I'm in the emergency un-it God dunnit I've lost another one [Interlude: Lil Wayne & Nurse] Good evening, Dr. Carter. It's been a long day But this one looks much better than the others His respect is back up, concepts sound good His style is showing strong signs of improvement All he needs now is his swagger Okay, let me take my gloves off then [Verse 3] Swagger tighter than a yeast infection Fly, go hard, like geese, erection Fashion patrol, police detection Eyes stay tight like Chinese Connection I stay tight like pussy at night Baby, don't get me wrong, I could do that pussy right But I'm too wrong to write, too fresh to fight Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle Had to say it twice, swagger so nice And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price And I don't rap fast, I rap slow 'Cause I mean every letter in the words In the sentence of my quotes Swagger just flows sweeter than honey oats That swagger, I got it, I wear it like a coat Wait, as I put the light down his throat I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow His lungs starting to grow, this one's starting to show Strong signs of life, where's the stitches? Here's the knife Smack his face, his eyes open, I reply "What a night" "Welcome back, Hip-Hop, I saved your life" [Outro: Nurse] He looks good, his vitals are up He's looking good, he's looking good I think we got one Dr. Carter, I think we got one Yep, yep, we got one, we saved him, he's good He's good, we got one, he's good He's good, we got him We saved him, he's a go He's good36

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Protect Ya Neck

Wu-Tang Clan

[Skit] Caller: "So, wha's up, man?" DJ: "Coolin', man." C: "Chillin' chilin'—yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?" DJ: "Why?" C: "Because, yo—I never, ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?" DJ: "Yeah." C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?" DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?" C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint." DJ: "Wu-Tang again?" C: "Aw, yeah—again and again!" [Intro: RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya! (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Protect ya neck, kid! (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) To set it off (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) The Inspectah Deck! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell-raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, code red, danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Verse 2: Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh [Verse 3: Method Man] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth Movin' on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "suue" Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean O, yo check out the flow Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough* [Verse 4: U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with the "suuuuue" [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Yo, you best protect ya neck [Verse 5: Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter the winter Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin' Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin' star 'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar Point-blank as I kick the square biz There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes [Verse 7: RZA] Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at? Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be Comin' around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Verse 8: GZA] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent For tryna blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I rocked it Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors, they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the meanin' of dope When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight [Outro: RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck90

Hip-Hop

Boomerang

Big Pun

[Verse 1: Big Pun] Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht Something for the cops to keep 'em blind So we can grind with peace of mind Turn the key and shine without being dimed Time to expand — New York to Chicago, Colorado You know my motto: Clock G's and rock keys like Drago Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon We're buying out the bar and Don Juan And every woman's Chandonin' Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction Up and down with the tongue twister C'mon on, sister, Big Pun's Mr. "Cock and Squeeze" like a gun tester Crushing sisters' backs with the demon snap Hit you from the back, close your eyes, relax, let me feed the cat Living phat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money I called my son, he told me "Chill!", he'd be over in twenty "Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me" He said, "It's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly" Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping Locked the clip in, started lifting niggas off the ground like a magician I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down I lost it all for now, but it'll take more to hold me down You might also like("Top of the world, ma! Haha! Top of the world!") [Chorus: Armageddon] Yo, this is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin [Verse 2: Big Pun] Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits? Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit Wish I could slip back and switch the memories Lift the felonies from my record, and respected my enemies Live like the Kennedy's — above the law, fuck 'em all! I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor I seen it all like I said before The streets are for men at war, and the beasts are the predators I shed it all first and be the primary source Of course, I bury any adversaries trying to floss Just because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce Teeing off like we up North just for being soft A beaten horse like a slave, getting minimum wage Filling the gauge, front page, these are the last days! Cash pays and rules — the root of all evil Shooting amigos for loot and perico polluting our people Moving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto I ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels? The devil's got us by the balls That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood Knowing we gonna buy it all It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter And priceless as ice is, and pearls fresh out the water I'm gonna get mine, either from crime or through the Bible Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal [Chorus: Armageddon] This is the bad time Boomerang! Bring it all back Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, pop-ular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, rocking Game Of Death glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis Boomerang! Plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin19

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Georgia... Bush / Weezy’z Ambitionz

Lil Wayne

[Part 1: Georgia... Bush, produced by Vudu Spellz] [Intro: Lil Wayne] This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this: Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue So called beef with you-know-who Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops Look at the bullshit we been through Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush Then they telling y'all lies on the news The white people smiling like everything cool But I know people that died in that pool I know people that died in them schools Now what is the survivor to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's really going on Make it look like a lotta stealing going on Boy them cops is killas in my home Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady? Why wasn't they able to control this? I know some folk that live by the levee That keep on telling me they heard explosions Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965: I ain't too young to know this That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush You might also like[Hook: Lil Wayne] We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map New Orleans baby, now the White House hating Trying to wash us away like we not on the map Wait, have you heard the latest They saying that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back Niggas thinking it's a wrap See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia) Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses The mayor say don't worry bout it And the children have been scorned, no one's here to care 'bout 'em And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm Fuck President (Georgia) Bush See us in ya city man, give us a pound Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah! [Hook] We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! [Part 2: Weezy's Ambitionz, produced by Daz Dillinger] [Interlude: DJ Drama] Oh yeah You thought we was done? Nah [Verse: Lil Wayne] Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes) Yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit 900 to a grand, get you 28 grams If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom" Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me 50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing And I don't even write, pause Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin' Mike Jordan, pardon my swag But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin' Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And bring me that Patron, I don't play No ice I like my drink straight, not gay And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes Price rising for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse7

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Venus vs. Mars

JAY-Z

[Verse 1: Jay-Z] If Hov's a Blackberry Bold, then shorty is a Sidekick She used to have a man; I used to have a side-chick Shorty got wind; I had to blow the chick off She got rid of him; they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano; me, I played with white keys Shorty from the South—oh, I think she like me Shorty like Pac; me, Big Poppa She screaming, "Hit 'em up!" I'm screaming "Who shot ya?" I'm on that red wine; shorty like white Same shit, different toilet; we both getting nice Me, I'm from the Apple, which means I'm a Mac She's a PC: She lives in my lap [Chorus: Jay-Z & Beyoncé] Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, Venus versus Mars [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Whether black or white, we both like Mike We both like Jordans, we both Phil's Knight I finish my breakfast, shorty's out to lunch Yeah we both eating, it's better than brunch Shorty like Pepsi, me I'm the coke man Body like a Coke bottle, I crush it like a Coke can Started at the window, end up at the wall The Yin to my Yang, I skeet skeet off In a salt and pepper 'Bach, shorty like to front The Bonnie to my Clyde, both riding shotgun Both covered in gold like C3P0 James and Florida Evans, let the good times roll You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & Beyoncé] Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, Venus versus Mars [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Thought shorty was the truth, found out she was a cheater We were supposed to take over, I caught her bumping "Ether" I thought shorty liked Mike, found out she liked Prince Thought she was Adrian, it's been rocky ever since My dollars was down, she left me for some Euros Took my whole flavor, I call her Coke Zero We were co-MVP's like Kobe and Shaq Left me for the Heat, we were winning back to back Said I party too much, shorty got fed up Shorty got Britney, shaved her whole head up We used to make out, kissing each other's face off Fell for the Ponzi scheme, damn shorty just made off [Chorus: Jay-Z & Beyoncé] Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, da-da-daddy go hard Shorty get it in, but daddy go hard Shorty get it in, Venus versus Mars13

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Big Poppa

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah), uh Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (He-he) Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah Nine-fo' (Keep bangin') [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (Uh) Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me (What?) The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (Uh) Mad question askin', blunt passin' Music blastin', but I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (That's right) Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh) Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (Come on) No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (Uh) Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree cuz (Let's go) [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (Uh), baby (Uh) You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Straight up, honey, really I'm askin' Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line (What?), "What's your name? What's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (That's right) And ask you what your interests are, who you be with Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 (Come on) Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (Uh-huh) Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly (G) A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True) Forget the telly—we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Ls while you do me [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (Come on, yeah) I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh) I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] (How you livin', Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream (Heh) Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams (That's right) (What?) Choppin' Os (Uh-huh), smokin' la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows (All a nigga knows) A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure (For what?), so grams I had to measure However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend [Interlude: Puff Daddy] Yeah, honey, check it Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend (That's right), alright? Is that aight wit' you? Yeah, keep bangin' [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh) I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh) [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Check it out Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Represent, baby, baby, uh187

Hip-Hop

Bubble Music

Cam’ron

[Verse 1] Killa, uhh, uhh Mommy all on me 'cause I'm touching her belly I'm on butter Pirellis Whip purple and yellow, hello That's butter and jelly I flip butter on cellies All right in front of the deli Holly, Lilly, to Kelly all spent ones on the telly (And what else) and I got hella gear My earring is nice, the price: Three town homes in Delaware Uh, tomato Porsche looking like tomato sauce Hip hop hooray, I got to get that yayo off That's blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the ave I put the Glock in the stash, slabs and tops in the trash Still stop and I laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass The rest? Twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab Play you, for what? You gonna play yourself Ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself And my way to the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday Dog, don't play with your health [Chorus] Mami... she open, she open Jump off... hoping, I'm hoping Grab her... rope 'em and dope 'em Oral... choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle, trying to double my double At the same time [music I bubble] But the cops say I'm [looking for trouble] You might also like[Verse 2] I get fresh from Yankee stadium to the garden I beg your pardon, stop it My closet: Macy's men's department Pants, shirts, scarf, phone if you check it Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy Got that David Yurman burning, the bird gazey You'll get hurt, play me Burp, let the dirt chase me Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately I know some RN's that still strip When I and this real dick in the clinic Nurse suit and heels, shit Better than college, after that, students home At least after your bid, ain't no student loans To pay back, jack, ask, "What do you condone?" Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome They done juiced my dome, knock knock, "are you at home?" I'm Macaulay; girls call the crib and ask, "are you alone?" Killa [Chorus] Mami... she open, she open Jump off... hoping, I'm hoping Grab her... rope 'em and dope 'em Oral... choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle, trying to double my double At the same time [music I bubble] But the cops say I'm [looking for trouble] [Verse 3] We race foreign cars, custom models Drop top mustard Tahoe We like the musketeers, trained by Cus D'amato Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow Watch Sanford and Son, I'm like the buzz in Rollo Fortunado, the Porsche Apollo, wars'll follow Got the MAC jack, still swing swords like Zorro We jacking and clapping, y'all just applaud like "bravo!" Now applaud the Capo, Zeek and Santana I don't raise her wrists, I keep eighths of piff The game's a chick; I'm Kobe, I'ma rape the bitch Razor grips, laser spit Glock cocked; J or fifth? D on the block just like Jadakiss Haters shift, plead the fifth Spray the fifth, gator kicks Matrix, major chips I'm your favorite, Killa... Dipset [Chorus] Mami... she open, she open Jump off... hoping, I'm hoping Grab her... rope 'em and dope 'em Oral... choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle, trying to double my double At the same time [music I bubble] But the cops say I'm [looking for trouble]1

Comics and Games

We Make Change

Cam’ron

[Verse 1: Cam'ron] Killa, yo I'm official nice, y'all niggas Fisher Price Fuck trout, you 'bout? Let's fish for ice This a wrist of light, get it right, a vicious price ($50,000) Plus my kicks are Nikes, this what the bitches like Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight Mister right, kiss her right, make sure that her lips get wiped She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice She a hummer - nah, plumber - she could "twist the pipes" When I was 15, bang-bang, I called my moms' Cell, she snorting long....that don't even correspond All the Ganj all is gone, just came from Autobahn Came back with the foreign Palm (I'll holla!)Shit, before I go berserk, jerk, when I sold it hurt Urf told me go to school: nah, bitch, go to work! (Get a job!) And gave the coldest smirk Right after she stole my work (Where you going with my shit?!) And the nerve to hold her purse (I'll holla!) [Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] We make change yay, we slang yay It sound like merengue, like "ay ay ay ay ay" And we crazy, holmes .380, holmes To your baby's dome: bang bang bang bang boom! And we bomb like "La Bamba" With bamba, send bombers to bomb ya With bombs in their bombers And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy They love me, they hate me, like (ay ay ay ay ay!) You might also like[Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa! Okay, here come the rundown Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down Puff puff puff, shutdown Uptown In the house, holla back Going round, dunn clown I'ma do this fast or slow When I rap or when I bag a O, when I wrap that Pass that, catch back, fast that Motherfuckers had to know Oh, oh, I'm about that cornbread Believe me, I'm beyond dead I do this for Bloodshed, do it for Bloodshed Derek Michael Armstead Me and him soul-to-soul If you bowl your fold, better slow your role Before your roll get popped And them hoes them hop from pole to pole Lemme slow it up (why?) So y'all can cope n' touch I'm heroin and sex in one: dope as fuck I'm hopin', I'm ropin' the Trojan And goin' a-hoin', "open it up" If not, dogg, I'm choking the slut Am I poking or what? You got to figure, dogg The game and a chicken wing, stupid "figure four" I'm that nigga y'all - I just ball Best-dressed, dress fresh, oh yes yes y'all [Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] We make change yay, we slang yay It sound like merengue, like "ay ay ay ay ay" And we crazy, holmes .380, holmes To your baby's dome: bang bang bang bang boom! And we bomb like "La Bamba" With bamba, send bombers to bomb ya With bombs in their bombers And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy They love me, they hate me, like (ay ay ay ay ay!)3

Comics and Games

Ebonics

Big L

[Intro] Yo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down Check it [Verse 1] My weed smoke is my lye, a key of coke is a pie When I'm lifted I'm high, with new clothes on I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is flicks Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones Ugh, a radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops And if you got robbed, you got stuck If you got shot, you got bucked And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is an okey-doke And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it [Chorus] (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) Yo, yo You might also like[Verse 2] A burglary is a jook, a wolf's a crook Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook If you caught a felony, you caught a F If you got killed, you got left But if you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy "Hit me on the hip" means page me Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS you got the germ If a chick gave you a disease then you got burned Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats Condoms is hats, critters is cracks The food you eat is your grub, a victim's a mark A sweatbox is a small club, your ticker's your heart Your apartment is your pad, your old man is your dad The studio is the lab, and heated is mad I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it [Chorus] (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) [Verse 3] The iron horse is the train, and champagne is bubbly A deuce is a honey that's ugly If your girl is fine she's a dime, a suit is a vine Jewelry is shine, if you in love that mean you blind Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill A very hard, long stare is a grill If you sneaking to go see a girl that mean you creeping Smiling is cheesing, bleeding is leaking Begging is bummin', if you nuttin', you cummin' Taking orders is sonnin', an ounce of coke is a onion A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly To guerrilla mean to use physical force You took an L, you took a loss, to show off mean floss Uh, I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it [Chorus] (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) [Outro] Yeah, yeah One love to my big brother Big Lee Holdin' it down Yeah Flamboyant for life Yeah, yeah, Flamboyant for life37

Hip-HopRap

Dead Presidents II

JAY-Z

[Produced by Ski Beatz] [Chorus: Nas] Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) [Intro: Jay-Z] Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all The saga continues (What the fuck?) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce? Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga lovin' his life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up On the Uptown hot block, he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back That made him smile, though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process (Mm) And I ain't got nothin' but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty Down in Nevada, haha, poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spendin' money from '88, what? You might also like[Chorus: Nas] Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Yeah, know what? I'll make, you and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, advance You're coppin' me like white crystal I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to The dead presidential candidate With the sprinkles and the Presidential ice that'll offend you In due time when crime flees my mind All sneak thieves and player haters can shine But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant (Uh) I'll tell you half the story, the rest, you fill it in Long as the villain win I spend Japan yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin' J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin' I got a good life, man, pounds and pence 'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swingin' for the fence Dead presidents, ya know? Uh-huh [Bridge: Nas] Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) [Chorus: Nas] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Haha, yeah (Haha) yeah, so be it The Soviet, the Unified steady flow You already know, you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough Mic-macheted your flow Your paper falls slow like confetti, mine's a steady grow, perico Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show My dough flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom? Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh? Roll with the winners Heavy spinners like hit records, Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected From chips to chicks to strippin' in Lexus Naked without your gun, we takin' everything you brung We cakin', you niggas is fakin', we gettin' it done Crime family, well-connected, Jay-Z And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual—Blaow! [Bridge: Nas] Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-) [Chorus: Nas] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose-)46

Hip-HopRap

Living A Lie

Cam’ron

[Hook] Them niggas actors They deserve Oscars We pull choppers To war with the coppers Dogg: Them niggas livin' a lie! Dipset stay fly! [Verse 1] Killa! Let's get the riot on, acting like I'm lying, huh? 5 years probation, possession of a firearm (that's New York) Did the county, bologna like it was "Ground Round" (that's Texas) Zeek ran an ecstasy ring, he on the countdown (North Carolina) Seran down the V, coke in the whip...he bought the Chaper (Chicago) Victoria secrets? Nah it was secret indictments Jim indicted but Kelina from P.C could fight it (uptown Rucker) Up in the peach, yeah the weed at least he could light it (then what?) Then Zeek shot, then E killed, then B popped, then me rocked Yeah, but we shooting back, I'm pulling out the four fifth If I ain't get 'em yet, believe their name is on the short list Yeah, niggas nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is We surround fortresses, studios and offices You should be cautious, kid, 'fore the boss of this off ya lid R.I.P. right where the portrait is You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2] (Da da do) that means drop it and run it No fronting 'cause the coppers is coming, like (Da da do) that's when we popping them bottles With some models on our hip is some hollows (Dipset!) Before they shot they had to valet me Back in New York, my P.O gonna violate me Said "why you acting pure as Nixon?", she said "you had no permission To go to D.C...you know that's out the jurisdiction" (I'm on business!) "Ma, I gotta eat...I don't know your religion I got child support, I can't endure the bitching (I can't take it) Plus some cousins in college, add on more tuition (education) Said she got me on tape, flipping a quarter chicken (not me!) Nah...that Persian-white, murder-type, fur was right (about $20,000) You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I swerve 'em right Dipset, bitch, yes, peep our urban life Like lighting herb tonight, cops come, adjourn the site They leave...U-turn...customers, we serve 'em right So what your life like? Mine? Type: nice, light come off the white ice You: bum-ass knife fights, Killa! [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm proving this, you losing this, there's nothing you could do with this I'm disturbing the peace, right? Just call me Ludacris (Luda!) I don't care who exist, the Exorcist moving bricks Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied I'm being watched by News 1, Fox 5 CNN, NBC, CBS, creep in my home Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone Yeah I VV'd the stones, dogg, I'm into cake I sell records but my real job: interstates ("I" Whatever!) I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate I'm a winner, fish in my crib, I got a winter lake And the fountain right, nope, I won't pronounce the price (nope!) But I'll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike (a hood near you) That's where I hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice Put the 4 pounder right: yeah, bang! That's the sound of life Killa!1

Comics and Games

Smoke and Get High

Project Pat

[Chorus: Project Pat] We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high [Verse 1: Project Pat] Hypnotize camp got a answer for you hoes Inhale the weed, blow the smoke out your nose Crack open bottles of that liquor, pour it in Gon' take a swallow of that vodka and gin Hoes making cheese off of tricks who'll spend Up all they money, ho you gotta check 'em in Game recognize, eyes lit like a match Blaze up this fire, paranoid like on crack Riding with my dogs, dodging laws when we roll Through the Dixie Homes me and Toby on a stroll See a short skirt and we looking for a ho One that'll suck dick, one that'll go Coward ass niggas get wrong and we blast Never knowing who, always wear a mask Talking that smack, then reach in the stash Dumping them slugs, then mash on the gas [Chorus: Project Pat] We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high You might also like[Verse 2: Crunchy Black] All I do is smoke on bud Break the Swisher down, nigga, fill it up with drugs Riding through your neighborhood with my cuz Looking for us a freaky little slut Found us a slut, so we pick the bitch up Smoking on that 'dro, nigga, pouring in her cup This bitch right here know she gotta fuck Fucked me, mane, and she sucking on my cuz Fill her up with X, mane, we don't give a fuck Get this little freaky bitch for some drugs Do her ass in, mane, smoking on that 'dro Breaking down the weed, mane, smoking up some mo' Broke out the powder on this freaky ho Let me see how far will this ho go? Stick dick down all in her bootyhole Mane, this a freaky ass-fucking ho [Chorus: Project Pat] We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high [Verse 3: Project Pat] This is a weed session You need to take out the seeds, yes sir The kind of dope that we like to smoke The red hairs get you high, you choke We gonna break down in bags, sack up We chain-smokers taking drags, no slack up Then take shots of that liquor intox-o- Cated mane, hand on trigga, let it blow I go insane iffin' I don't get 'dro Dog I ain't paying for no bab, a hell no I'm low on ends, so I turn into leech I might go smoke all your shit then hit streets You look around and you could be victim "Hey you got five on a bag?" Done tricked him He thinking Project was cool, you damn fool Mane I got Memphis in my blood, I cross too [Chorus: Project Pat] We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high We gon' drink, we gon' ride, we gon' smoke and get high Smoke and get high, smoke and get high1

Movies

Role Model

Eminem

[Intro] Okay, I'm going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me Mic check, one-two, we recordin'? [Verse 1] I'm cancerous, so when I diss, you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus I'll strangle you to death, then I'll choke you again And break your fuckin' legs 'til your bones poke through your skin You beef with me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally I get too blunted off of funny home grown 'Cause when I smoke out, I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono (Oh no) So if I said I never did drugs That would mean I lie and get fucked more than the President does Hilary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her fuckin' tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch) My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out (C'mere) his blond dreads (Fuck you) Every girl I ever went out with has gone les' Follow me and do exactly what the song says Smoke weed, take pills, drop out of school, kill people And drink, jump behind the wheel like it was still legal I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin' skill 'Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white? I don't even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave? And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave? You might also like[Chorus] Now, follow me and do exactly what you see Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me? I slap women and eat shrooms, then OD Now, don't you want to grow up to be just like me? [Verse 2] Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must've been Ron Gold Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed them both, then smeared blood on the white Bronco (We did it) My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his rhinestone shirt I'm not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer My rap style's warped, I'm runnin' out the morgue With your dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn I'm 'bout as normal as Norman Bates with deformative traits A premature birth that was four minutes late Mother, are you there? I love you I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel (That shovel) Will someone please explain to my brain That I just severed the main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain? I take a breather and sigh, either I'm high or I'm nuts 'Cause if you ain't tiltin' this room, neither am I So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her 'Cause when I drop this solo shit, it's over with I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it [Chorus] I came to the club drunk with a fake ID Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me? I've been with ten women who got HIV Now, don't you wanna grow up to be just like me? I got genital warts and it burns when I pee Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me? I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree You probably wanna grow up to be just like me126

Rap

Where I’m From

JAY-Z

[Intro] Uh huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah, (Brooklyn) How real is, this? How real is, this? (Brooklyn) Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn) Respect this here, check! [Verse 1] I'm from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme Where the grams was slung, niggas vanish every summer When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing, check I'm from the other side where the other guys don't walk too much And girls from the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new Your word was everything, so everything you said you'd do You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't live it I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about Who's the best MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas? Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R-and-R's But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, is that all? I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars I'm from Marcy, son, just thought I'd remind y'all You might also like[Chorus] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Brooklyn... so where you from?) [Verse 2] I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest And niggas been praying to God so long that they atheist Where you can't put your vest away And say you'll wear it tomorrow 'Cause the day after we'll be saying "Damn, I was just with him yesterday" I'm a block away from hell Not enough shots away from stray shells An ounce away from a triple beam Still using a hand-held weight scale You're laughing, you know the place well Where the liquor stores and the base dwell And government? Fuck government! Niggas politick theyselves Where we call the cops the A-Team 'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eighteens Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies So tell me when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize? If the shit is lies, God strike me And I got a question: Are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We'll never know One day I prayed to you and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [Chorus] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Brooklyn... so where you from?) [Verse 3] Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen I'm up the block, around the corner and down the street From where the pimps, prostitutes and the drug lords meet We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet Niggas get lost for weeks in the street, twisted off leek And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat Whether you're four-feet or Manute size It always starts out with three dice and "shoot the five" Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this Niggas'll show you love, that's how they fool thugs Before you know it, you're lying in a pool of blood Where I'm from [Chorus] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice (Brooklyn...)15

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Chinese New Year

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[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams] I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?" Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca [Verse 1: Pusha T] Mask on face, Glock in hand I was in and out of homes like the Orkin Man Never listen to my parents like an orphan, man Strong finger on the trigger like it's in dwarf's hands Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam Make nigga kick that can Fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan My vixen eat your face like she Ms. Pac-Man My wish her command, ugh ADTs ain't stop me Simple like ABC's Snip, cut, yank just as easy as one, two, three Breakin' and entry so elementary Get what the hustlers get for tryna do what the hustlers do Give up the cash 'fore I turn you Cookie Monster blue And your man and them for tryna be hustlers too Ernie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burnin' and hurt, uh You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams] I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?" Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca [Verse 2: Malice] Let's play cops and robbers And watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martyrs As well as niggas with plots to rob us Try me, I'll turn this motherfucker into Shottas With them 911s revvin' Gunfire leave bredren remains like it's 9/11 They fear the sounds of rounds dispensin' That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing When I picture bits and pieces Of bone chip and flesh, it tears me to pieces Cooperate, escaping's useless Trust me, I'm your friend, I will talk you through this Trick-or-treat niggas with hoods want the goods I feel like Robin Hood when I share it with my hoods Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit Don't let the nine mil' riddle your wits, smartypants [Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams] I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?" Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca [Verse 3: Rosco P. Coldchain] Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming Common sense'll tell you duck and get the fuck outta harm's way You dying'll absolutely make my day Why he had to go look cool? But he wasn't, so he got betrayed This is what I did to him, nozzle with a SIG to him Hurried out his crib, before that, took everything Powder to pocket change, even the lint Left the boy layin' with his skin If I didn't get you right, you better hold your pistol tight When we meet in the afterlife Coldchain on the block when it bleed Rosco P, young G, I don't speak, I just squeeze 97 P'll make you drop to your knees Before you know it You'll be floating to a better place, your soul feelin' free I'm young, Black and I just don't give a fuck Big burner on my waist, drugs in the trunk Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, come press me [Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams] I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?" Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca10

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Ain’t No Fun (If the Homies Can’t Have None)

Snoop Dogg

[Intro: Ricky Harris] You're back now at the jack-off hour This is DJ EZ Dicc On WBALLZ Right now, something new by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies from all the guys A big bow-wow-wow 'Cause we gonna make it a little misty here tonight This is DJ EZ Dicc On the station that slaps you across your fat ass with a fat dick [Verse 1: Nate Dogg] When I met you last night, baby Before you opened up your gap I had respect for you, lady But now, I take it all back 'Cause you gave me all your pussy And you even licked my balls Leave your number on the cabinet And I promise, baby, I'll give you a call Next time I'm feelin' kinda horny You can come on over And I'll break you off And if you can't fuck that day, baby Just lay back and open your mouth 'Cause I have never met a girl That I love in the whole wide world See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 2: Kurupt] Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, I'd always be broke I'd never have no muthafuckin' Indo to smoke I gets loc'ed and loony, bitch, you can't do me Do we look like BBD, you hoochie groupie? I have no love for hoes That's somethin' that I learned in Tha Pound So how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe just to lay this hoe? I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple mo' times And then I'm thru wit' it, there's nothin' else to do wit' it Pass it to the homie, now you hit it 'Cause she ain't nothin' but a bitch to me And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me I gives a fuck! Why don't y'all pay attention? Approach her with a different proposition I'm Kurupt, ho, you'll never be my only one, trick-ass bitch! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Guess who's back in the muthafuckin' house?! With a fat dick for your muthafuckin' mouth! Hoes recognize, niggas do too 'Cause when bitches get scandalous and pull a voodoo What you gon' do? You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust that ho Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch Knowin' damn well I'm too caught up wit' my grip Now, as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop Doggy? I'm all the above I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up wit' you hoes But see, it ain't no fun If my homies can't get a taste of it 'Cause you know I don't love it [Verse 4: Warren G] Woo! Hey! Now you know Inhale, exhale with my flow One for the money, two for the bitches Three to get ready, and fo' to hit the switches In my Chevy — '64 red, to be exact With bitches on my side, and bitches on my back So back up, bitch, because I'm strugglin' Just get on your knees, and then start jugglin' These muthafuckin' nuts in your mouth It's me, Warren G, the nigga wit' the clout [Chorus: Nate Dogg] It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none48

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Regulate

Warren G

[Produced by Warren G] [Intro] Regulators. We regulate any stealin' of his property. We’re damn good too. But you can’t be any geek off the street. You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean. Earn your keep. Regulators, mount up! [Verse 1: Warren G & Nate Dogg] It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets tryin' to consume Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk Rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone Just hit the east side of the LBC On a mission tryna find Mr. Warren G Seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 So, I hooks a left on 21 and Lewis Some brothers shootin' dice, so I said "Let's do this!" I jumped out the ride and said "What's up?" Some brothers pulled some gats, so I said "I'm stuck!" Since these girls peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb Onto bigger, better things than some horny tricks I see my homie and some suckas all in his mix [Verse 2: Warren G & Nate Dogg] I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself I can't believe they takin' Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my Rolex I looked at the brothers, said "Damn, what's next?" They got my homie hemmed up and they all around Can't none of them see him if they goin' straight pound-for-pound They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down They got guns to my head, I think I'm goin' down I can't believe it's happenin' in my own town If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homie Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate See Warren G LiveGet tickets as low as $138You might also like[Interlude] [Verse 3: Nate Dogg & Warren G] I laid all them bustas down, I let my gat explode Now I'm switchin' my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts, sit back and observe I just left a gang of hoes over there on the curb Now, Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up, back up, 'cause it's on N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G Just like I thought, they were in the same spot In need of some desperate help But Nate Dogg and the G child Were in need of somethin' else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said, "Ooh, I like your size!" She said, "My car's broke down and you seem real nice Would you let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's goin' real swell The next stop is the Eastside Motel [Interlude] [Outro: Warren G & Nate Dogg] I'm tweaking into a whole new era G-funk, step to this, I dare ya Funk on a whole new level The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble Chords, strings, we brings melody, G-funk Where rhythm is life and life is rhythm If you know like I know, you don't wanna step to this It's the G-funk era, funked out with a gangsta twist If you smoke like I smoke, then you're high like every day And if yo' ass is a busta, 213 will regulate92

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What More Can I Say

JAY-Z

[Produced by The Buchanans] [Intro: Russell Crowe from Gladiator] "Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?" "Is this not why you are here?" [Interlude: Jay-Z] Turn the music up, turn me down Guru, let's go get 'em again This time it's for the money, my nigga Brooklyn, stand up [Verse 1: Jay-Z] There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood or this pop, this hot or this strong With so many different flows, this one's for this song The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked Their whole style from then try to reverse the outcome I'm like, "TAA!" I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth I'm in, new sneakers, dual-seaters, few divas What more can I tell you? Let me spell it for you: W-I, double-L, I-E Nobody truer than H-O-V And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador Prime Minister, back to finish my business up You might also like[Chorus: Hum-V] What more can I say? What more can I do? I gave this up to you I know this much is true, true, true My love [Break: Jay-Z] What more can I say to you? You heard it all [Verse 2: Jay-Z] You already know what I'm about: flyin' birds down south Movin' wet off the step, purple rain in a drought Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt But ain't nothin' on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name Young H-O, pitch the yay faithful Even if they patrol, I make payroll Benz paid for, friends they roll Private jets down to Turks and Caicos Cris' caseloads, I don't give a shit Nigga, one life to live, I can't let a day go By without me bein' fly, fresh to death Head to toe till the day I rest And I don't wear jerseys, I'm 30-plus Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga, button-ups S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete What more can I say? Guru, play the beat [Break: Jay-Z (Hum-V)] My nigga, hahahaha, woo! We gon' let this ride into the hook - I'ma snap my fingers on this one What more can I say to you? - Get my grown man on Let's go! (What more can I say?) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Now you know your ass is Willie when they got you in the mag For like half a billy and your ass ain't lily-White That mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly, it's both I don't mean to boast, but damn, if I don't brag Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass The Martha Stewart that's far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it And no I'm not through with it In fact, I'm just previewin' it This ain't the show, I'm just EQin' it One-two and I won't stop abusin' it To groupie girls: stop false accusin' it Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent Niggas got a problem, Houston! What up B, they can't shut up me Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride God forgive me for my brash delivery But I remember vividly what these streets did to me So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me Paint me like a pickany I will literally kiss TT in the forehead Tell her, "Please forgive me," then squeeze into your forehead I'm not the one to score points off, in fact I got a joint that'll knock your points off Young Hova the God, nigga, blast for me I'm at the Trump International, ask for me I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere, you ain't never there And nigga, why would I ever care? Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here Excludin' nobody, look what I embody: The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me And no, I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I ain't animated like, say, a Busta Rhymes But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times Times that by my influence on pop culture I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list We'll see what happens when I no longer exist Fuck this man [Outro: Hum-V] What more can I say?19

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Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2

Cam’ron

[Verse 1] I be like: "Move! Get out the way" 'Cause I move bricks, get out the yay And it's 2 clips, I get out to play for Few chips, I get out and spray It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps The difference in our crimes, yours attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun I'm Grand Theft Auto Racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, shit I might splurge on one Now I know a lotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child it's a done D I come to ya block, stop it's that one D Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee No rubber sole, hardwood bastard Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic Killa! Uh! [Verse 2] Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada The dudes with the Q's be proper Uzi pop, you news and choppers It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper The game's a bitch, ooh we got her Shoes, Louis, Prada, groupie blah blah Santana, Zeke, the kufi popper We the movie Shottas But it's really rude bois and Rastas With a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba I wish my homie could watch me Live Happy Days like Joanie and Chachi I stay lonely and cocky Dice! Rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Ask black, we totally total 'em Even Blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get I totally open 'em Brain and they legs, coke and the dope in 'em You might also like[Chorus] Killa! Talkin' tough? (Yo!), smokin' dust (whoa!) Fuck with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly (yo!), I wonder why (whoa!) Fuck with us? (No! No! No!) Get ya head bust Get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust [Verse 3] I spend days on Kawasakis Nights with Lewinsky But I'm like the Ice Man, Michael Kuklinski I style on New York, pile up my fork The Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York, doggy Cause I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm Nino at The Carter I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors But I don't say "Feed me Seymour" I say, "Feed me Dame, feed me Lyor" (billions!) Epic, they used to feed me detours Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 The way I blow up, the VS just soars You GS-3, I'm GS-4 You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream 4 Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war Lay ya ass down on God's green floor We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico The cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it though I swear to god you think I'm workin' for Texaco And ya section know when any day TECs could blow Hit 'em from neck to toe when I come deck ya hoe, Killa! Dipset bitch!

Comics and Games

Lose Yourself

Eminem

[Intro] Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? [Verse 1] Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad But he won't give up that easy, no, he won't have it He knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant He knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him [Chorus] You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better You might also like[Verse 2] His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a new world order A normal life is boring, but superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah [Chorus] You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better [Verse 3] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to- Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby-mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's gotten me To the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's my shot; feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got [Chorus] You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better [Outro] You can do anything you set your mind to, man1.5K

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Kinda Like a Big Deal

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[Intro: Pusha T] "Til the Casket Drops!" Third time's the charm right? Hahaha! Come on [Verse 1: Pusha T] I'm kinda like a big deal It's unbelievable, you see my warning gives you big chills The flow running on BIG's heels My life after death, BIG ain't get to see how this feels Third time's the charm, baby After two classics, another stripe up on my arm baby It's a blessing to blow a hundred thou' in a recession With no second guessin' Ha-ha, we're ballin', drop tops we're floorin' Champagne we're pourin', Re-Up is the gang and I'm all in To the powder and the flame I have fallen Get money, blow money is my calling Yuugh! Watch a nigga burn through it Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push [Hook: Pusha T] They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] Ayo, I'm sitting on top of the, it's more than a feeling, ain't it? I be killing, damn it, I'm illin', I'm illin', ay-ay-ay-ay Meet Mr. Popular, go get your binoculars And see "Penthouse 3" where a nigga be Spitting fire on a PJ, in my PJs Fire Marshall said I took it to the max like TJ Y'all ain't peep, I said Marshall's, replay I guess I'm like the black Marshall meets Jay Meet 'Ye, alligator souffle, got it made Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed You know the pretty ones in that dumb class But she got that dumb ass Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast "What happened, Tisha? Your boyfriend cum fast?" Turn around, give me pound like we folks "Hell no, I went raw, dawg, three strokes" [Hook: Pusha T] They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal [Verse 3: Malice] Lights, cameras, action! The chain itself's a damn distraction You claim the belt, the glory I bask in I'm B. Hop in the ring, niggas, you cash in It's like stopping a train, nigga think he's stopping my reign Talk slick while dropping my name? I'm putting y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand 50 percent splits, I X out the middleman A far cry from a stash in the rental van I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan Ladies and gentlemen, introducing The C-4S with the rims protruding The roof vamoose, like a magic show Got me looking to the heavens like a javelin throw Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe But just as you reap, so shall you sow [Hook: Pusha T] They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal3

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Popular Demand (Popeyes)

Clipse

[Intro: Pharrell Williams] Uh [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Mami, you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? Huh, you should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand That new CL fly Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries Yeah, come holler at your uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand [Verse 1: Pusha T & Pharrell] You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal Used to bag work in VA at the Econo Lo' Now I'm laying out at the Delano though But don't get it twisted, the Uzi's in the lining though Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing, "Geronimo" Pull up in the CL, the shit's astronomical Hoes lining up on the curb, they fall like dominoes Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though Heard that she fucking LeBron, but shit, I don't know Like that, Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no I mean the Delano, I mean, Pharrell'll know The head shop bitch from D.C., ayy, P, let 'em know (Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) Yeah, yeah, but it was time to go Them hoes come in eeny, meeny, miny, moe Yugh You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell Williams with Pusha T] Mami, you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? (This shit is crazy out here, nigga) Huh, you should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand (Niggas come 'round here, know what I'm sayin') That new CL fly Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries (Know that we ending that shit quick, nigga) Yeah, come holler at your uncle (Know you should know yourself in the street, right?) I understand (Haha) I'm back by popular demand (Ah) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Why wouldn't I be? Look at shorty, damn Uh, mami good down to the cuticles, I'm Cam (Killa) What's your name, beautiful? Like, man (Miss) I could get used to you, woulda ran If you knew what I used to do But call me uncle, yeah, Uncle Cam I tax 'em (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam (Uh) From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble and The gat on the belt on the hip And I keep it for real with the clips Drive a hard bargain (Bargain) I'm Harlem's only Gagarin, car foreign The other man stood-stood stutter-fied I know your moms well, tell your mother, "Hi" I'm the other guy that got your mother high Coke like a caterpillar, I make butter fly [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Cam'ron] Mami, you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? (This shit is crazy out here, nigga, don't you?) Huh, you should call me uncle (Uncle) I understand I'm back by popular demand (Niggas come 'round here, know what I'm sayin') That new CL fly (Killa, Killa) Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries (Know that we ending that shit quick, nigga) Yeah, come holler at your uncle (Know you should know yourself in the street, right?) I understand (Haha) I'm back by popular demand (Ah) [Verse 3: Malice] Goddamn, the boy's back From pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps to avoiding the Kojak The pioneer of the coke rap I'm dancing with the stars, stepping on blow, doing the toe-tap The dope returned like I had it on LoJack It made its way home like a road map, I fathered this If I misled any kid that's fatherless That burden's on my soul as long I exist Generation lost, they saying they can't reach us The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper Way deeper than rap, money and hoes, it's deeper than that Fight the temptation, but it keep coming back Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense Who knew them commas meant you could lose your common sense? Before it's too late, all I can tell 'em is repent, uh [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Mami, you miss me, don't you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you? (This shit is crazy out here, nigga) Huh, you should call me uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand (Niggas come 'round here, know what I'm sayin') That new CL fly Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries (Know that we ending that shit quick, nigga) Yeah, come holler at your uncle (Know you should know yourself in the street, right?) I understand (Haha) I'm back by popular demand (Ah) [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)5

Hip-HopRap

Young Boy

Clipse

[Chorus: Pharrell] (You're out of line) Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) [Verse 1: Malice & Pharrell] Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks (You're out of line) Pop pushed a Tornado and rolled to eight-tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back (You're out of line) Lying to the baby, saying it's Ajax I was 'bout four when I walked past that door (You're out of line) That should've been closed where I first witnessed the raw See, in my household, it was quite unique (You're out of line) Playing hide-and-seek, you might find a ki' Caught glimpse accidental, it branded my mental (You're out of line) Pals, my role model, in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout six (You're out of line) And when he pulled off, I was like, "See, told you we was rich" How I turned out, let it be no surprise (You're out of line) When they speak of cousin Ricky, it brings tears to their eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers (You're out of line) Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, it's tradition You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell] Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) I said, motherfuckers out of line (You're out of line) [Verse 2: Pusha T & Pharrell] My mama didn't see it coming, my daddy was there What's my excuse? Cartoons were the root Started with Yosemite Sam With the gun in palm of each hand What couldn't I demand? See, thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean (You're out of line) Low brim, no smile, lot of cash, meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Ave-y (You're out of line) Hustlers on the block's cars were aero-dynam-y With ghetto paint jobs, mango M3s (You're out of line) On seventeen-inch BBs ridin' tough The bike was Huffy, attention was froze (You're out of line) In a twenty-five cent frozen cup laid my soul The streets had made the mold (You're out of line) Since fourteen, holdin', Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Che Guevara (You're out of line) RC Tyco versus Carreras, P [Chorus: Pharrell] Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) I said, motherfuckers out of line (You're out of line) [Verse 3: Malice & Pharrell] I think of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madame Queen in "Hoodlum" Spoiled the grandkids, each one, she would treasure (You're out of line) Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure A cigarette dangle, forty-five degree angle Still every bit a lady, but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved (You're out of line) Youngins hustlin' in the Creek, me, John-John, and Jamal [Verse 4: Pusha T & Pharrell] Age fifteen Walking through the hallway, played the new Jordans, first ones on the scene See, I could afford 'em, livin' out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past youngins, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why (You're out of line) Bitches passing by, "Oh, my, he's so gangsta" [Chorus: Pharrell] Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line) When I was a young boy (You're out of line) My mama always told me, "Don't take no shit" (You're out of line) "Motherfucker hit you, yeah, you better hit 'em back" (You're out of line) So when I hit the nigga, it go, "Blam," uh A nigga out of line, uh (You're out of line) I said, you niggas out of line (You're out of line) Mm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout (You're out of line)1

Hip-HopRap

Nightmares

Clipse

[Chorus: Bilal] I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid [Verse 1: Bilal] I'm waking up in the middle of the night My heartbeat's pumpin' like something ain't right What's goin' on? When I go outside, I feel something behind me I'm looking back, but nothing's around me (What's goin' on?) Man, I don't know What am I trippin' on? There's something in the room (There's something in the room) It's lurkin' in the shadows (Lurkin' in the shadows) Staring through the darkness (Oh) Man, I don't know These four walls are closing in (Closing in) These voices ain't my friend They're hauntin' me Those, those memories [Chorus: Bilal & Malice] I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid (Yeah) You might also like[Verse 2: Malice] They comin' for me, they runnin' up I'm on my balcony, seein' through the eyes of Tony They say we homies, but I see hatred Do not they know brotherly love is sacred? Niggas catch feelings, even contemplate killings When you see millions, there are many chameleons You're not a gunner for real, you're just a runner Haters, I spot you from afar and I'm the deer hunter They be thinkin' nice car, nice crib I be thinkin' how long will these niggas let me live? I understand, 'cause people need things And they will take it from you and take you from your seedlings So even when the mumblers talk I still walk the most humblest walk And one day, they may even catch up with me, man But 'til then, I'm Leonardo, catch me if you can, uh [Chorus: Bilal] I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid [Bridge: Pharrell] Look over your shoulder, something is near And I'm so scared, when I'm alone, I'm so scared Now it's inching closer, trouble is near But nothing's there, when I look, nothing's there I'm outta my mind, I'm runnin' from guilt, but It's right by my side, there's nowhere to hide, oh I'm outta my mind, I'm runnin' from guilt, but It's right by my side, there's nowhere to hide, oh [Verse 3: Pusha T] I make big money, drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star Virginia nights, sellin' hard white To sellin' out shows, every gangster love my flow Still, I creep low, thinkin' niggas tryna harm me Hoping my karma ain't comin' back here to haunt me Was it that nigga? I took his powder with a smile Prayin' to Lord the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit I peeled niggas' girls back like alpha-hydroxy Spent money like Happy Days, I'm the real Fonzie Top off the coupe, that's how JFK got shot, B Can't let niggas roll up beside me and 2Pac me Holla if you hear me, tears flowin' sincerely Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly Something's wrong with me, niggas don't get along with me Got a four-four, hope your body got strong kidneys, oh [Chorus: Bilal] I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid I'm having nightmares, ooh My niggas say I'm P-noid They say I'm just P-noid10

Hip-HopRap

Changes

2Pac

[Intro: Talent] Ooh, yeah (Ooh) (Come on, come on) [Verse 1: 2Pac] I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth livin'? Should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and, even worse, I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero "Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare" First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other "It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead I got love for my brother But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers And that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? Uh I'd love to go back to when we played as kids But things change, and that's the way it is You might also like[Chorus: Talent] (Come on, come on) That's just the way it is (Changes) Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?) Aww, yeah-yeah (Hear me) (Oh my, oh my, come on, come on) That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah) That's just the way it is (Way it is) Aww, yeah (Come on, come on) [Verse 2: 2Pac & Talent] I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under, I wonder what it takes to make this One better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people, they'll be actin' right 'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight And the only time we chill is when we kill each other (Kill each other) It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready to see a black president, uh (Oh-ooh) It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change (Never change) Try to show another way, but you stayin' in the dope game (Ooh) Now tell me, what's a mother to do? Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you (Yeah) You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today," but you made it in a sleazy way Sellin' crack to the kids (Oh-oh), "I gotta get paid" (Oh) Well hey, well that's the way it is [Chorus: Talent] (Come on, come on) That's just the way it is (Changes) Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?) Aww, yeah (Hear me) (Oh my, oh my, come on, come on) That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah) That's just the way it is (Way it is) Aww, yeah (Aww, yeah, aww, yeah) [Interlude: 2Pac] We gotta make a change It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes Let's change the way we eat Let's change the way we live And let's change the way we treat each other You see, the old way wasn't workin' So it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive [Verse 3: 2Pac & Talent] And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace? It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East (Ooh, yeah) Instead of war on poverty They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the facts, givin' it back to you (Ooh) Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up Crack you up and pimp-smack you up You gotta learn to hold your own They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this, when they try to rush, I bust this That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool My mama didn't raise no fool (Oh) And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped And I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback Some buck that I roughed up way back Comin' back after all these years "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat," that's the way it is [Chorus: Talent & 2Pac] (Uh) That's just the way it is (Just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah) Things'll never be the same (Yeah) That's just the way it is (The way it is) Aww, yeah (Some things will never change, oh my) (I'm tryna make a change) (You're my brother, you're my sister, yeah) That's just the way it is (The way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (You're my brother, you're my sister) That's just the way it is, aww, yeah Some things'll never change345

Gangsta Rap

Party and Bullshit

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse 1] I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the tré-deuce And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the Mac in my knapsack Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we wanna know is where the party at And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting Dumbing out, just me and my crew 'Cause all we wanna do is [Hook] And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit You might also like[Verse 2] Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece Sure do, two .22s in my shoes Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about Moët popping, ho hopping Ain't no stopping Big Poppa I'm a Bad Boy Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdose Nigga, you scared, you're supposed to Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart Fuck up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks [Hook] And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit [Verse 3] Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, I think I might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun And have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out (Music stops Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo, chill, man, chill!") Can't we just all get along? So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that... [Hook] And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit [Puffy] Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to... Uptown likes to... Bad Boy likes to... Brooklyn Crew likes to... 3rd Eye likes to... Mo Bee likes to... We like to...63

Hip-Hop

Ice Cream

Lil Wayne

[Intro] B-T-P, yah Is the AutoTune on? Hmhmm, good Mm [Verse] Young Money, syrup in the big shot Time to do the thing, that's word to your wristwatch Shoot the Glock 'til it burn, 'til my wrist lock Rims hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock H—Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his nose off Make the girls say my name like a roll call Painkillers got a nigga 'bout to doze off Big shit, nigga, talk big shit, nigga Big bread, bread like a picnic, nigga Shake the whole game like the Hit-Stick, nigga Money spread like germs, get sick, nigga Yeah, and fuck them other niggas 1-900, who want it? I deliver Concrete shoes won't help in the river I don't care if you was Michael Phelps, my nigga I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps, my nigga I'm flyer than the motherfucking stealth, my nigga Y—Young Money shit, top shelf, my nigga We the motherfuckers, like MILF, my nigga Ahem, flow like syringes Yeah, I'm in my mode, got a code like Da Vinci's I was in the trenches, now I'm in the Trump And everybody watch your back when you're in the front You ain't never safe, stop playing with a gangsta Brang it to his face, and he ran like a flanker Bend the girl over, put her hands on her ankles I'm all over this "Ice Cream" beat like sprinkles "Why, thank you!"—if you's a hater I'm eating, you's a waiter Pistol on my hip, "Tomb Raider" Holler at your guala, zoom, later Young Tune, nigga; typhoon, nigga And if you think it's sweet, buy a room, nigga Damu, nigga, I'm on my gang shit She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge Lighting up a motherfucking blunt Stupid-fruity swag like a motherfucking Runt And I be with my dog like a motherfucker hunt And every day of the week is the first of the month Audemars Piguet with the diamonds in the face Can't tell the time 'cause the diamonds in the face We can get it popping like a semi-automatic And if you got beef, I put the biscuit on the patty Rockstar tatted, big-money addict Running this shit, now I'm feeling ath-lat-ic I—I'm on a boat, bitch, getting seasick Stop playing, I'm fresher than a Degree stick Street shit—well, of course I smoke mad weed, I'm on my high horse Please, don't shoot me down, I land feet flat Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back Haha! I need a massage And when it come to hoes, man, I got a collage Finger on the button, nigga, just stuntin' If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me nothing Kush so strong, you can smell me coming Bitch, I go hard like the boy from "300" You think y'all kick it, well, boy, we punting Young Money, baby, we the shit, weak stomachs No Ceilings, motherfuckerYou might also like28

Hip-HopRap

Get It In Ohio

Cam’ron

[Intro] What up, Midwest? They forgot about the fourth coast It ain't nothing though What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas? Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'! [Verse 1] Thinking bout Guy Fisher Never met him, but God damn, that's my nigga! I figure real estate invested pie flipper Never snitch, me, I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers (I-80) Left Chicago with good money for 5 drops Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (What up Stony Island?) Van Buren, Pulaski, K-Town is contra (Westside) They'll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur's (What up Madison?) I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys Did the whole Ohio, but I started off a Buckeye Columbus to 'Nati; them towns I raped 'em Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton And in Akron, my niggas they would throw things Not King James, these were coke kings And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home The smack, it's on, wrapped in chrome You better get a chaperone You might also like[Hook] If you know like I know, you should lie low Killa, I used to get it in Ohio Don't forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro You keep playing, you will look like a gyro [Verse 2] Go 'head and hate me hater Cause I'm flyer than a aviator? Well, you'll get smacked with the radiator And I get catered player. "Wanna talk?" "Maybe later." Told her, her time was up, '88 her, Flavor-Flaved her Need your neck choked; rather, your neck broke You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks And you'll get yoked up, switchblade-poked up Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut Cowboy roped up, "y'all boys sold what?" Know what? Dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up! Get close up, soaked up, I'm KG, post up Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut Y'all doped up, this game is sewed up Malcolm X: tell the white bitch, "Yo, I want my toes sucked" [Hook] If you know like I know, you should lie low Killa, I used to get it in Ohio Don't forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro You keep playing, you will look like a gyro [Verse 3] I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 My 12 and 12 -- well, they carry my bricks And them 12-12 fiends, they're married to sniff And the V12, that's on various trips Y'all make a brother laugh, me I took another path Come into my habitat, hovercrafts, bubble baths Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose Pull out the rat-tat-tat Duck duck, say goose Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him up to Jesús (Jesus) H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops See me, then they don't, I disappear, say, "poof" Play Zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth Not Pac, mean dust when a nigga say, "juice" Killa!3

Comics and Games

Wayne on Me

Lil Wayne

[Chorus: Shanell] I'm calling you daddy, daddy Can you be my daddy, daddy? I need a daddy, daddy Would you be my daddy, daddy? (No ceilings) Come and make it Wayne down on me [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Wide receiver Weezy, throw the pussy at me The pussy lips smiling, I make the pussy happy Take them panties off, the pussy lookin' at me I'm the pussy monster, now get the pussy ready I like to kiss. She like to kiss I deep stroke and make her bite her fist The lights is on, the night is grown We get it poppin' cause we know we can't when wifey home California kush - strong as a Titan - is what I'm lightin' on We get high as fuck then we "Just Do It" put your Nikes on Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face And if there's something she'd like to say I let her say it on my microphone She love my style...but that's expected She coming back to you? The chances anorexic I knew she had it in her, so I got it out her She give me neck around the clock: I call it "round the Carter" She rub my back, she say I'm tight She cook, fuck and clean And still make her flight! First-class pussy, crystal glass pussy I get it wetter than bass pussy You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I likes it thick and red Ralph Lauren spread Lady in the streets, porn star in bed She like to fuckfight, so we spar in bed She got that pink pussy, I beat it orange/red I fuck American pie and I get foreign head She sit down and ride like I'm a thoroughbred She kiss mine, and I kiss hers back If she's a bad bitch She deserve that She send me pictures to my iPhone Then I gotta clear em cause my girl be checking my phone I'm in the Bentley with the mind blown When I'm in that pussy, honey, I'm home [Bridge: Shanell] You dun been good, but you can do better I dun been wet, but I can get wetter Come and make it Wayne down on me3

Hip-HopRap

Soap Opera

Cam’ron

[Chorus: Smokey Robinson sample] If only you could let me in I know that love it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? [Intro] Killa! Uhh, this the ghetto soap opera right here, man You from Harlem you already know You on that hustler's mission; you trying to get that paper Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man You know they at home watching Lifetime or on the Internet But you gotta do you, I got it [Verse 1] Uhh, yo my mommy Toy was my pride and joy She would drive the toys, plus ride the boy To supply the boys I got it live from Croix Yes a nine in boy, wore a five in boys Over the chick shit I shoot five with Roy Now I load the 4-5, shoot five at Roy Ain't like my job or guys I employ Lifestyle I enjoy but I'm the livest doy (doy) A hustler and Cam famous, you damn anus I don't know but I can't change it Can't paint it; pop it, champagne it Stop it, car: drop it - it look dull, damn, paint it She would throw a pout how I'm showing out How I'm outgoing but don't be going out It's things to know about when you got dough and clout Ways to move, know the route, "Baby girl, close your mouth" Cause I feed you well, every sneaker, hell You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chanel Karl Lagerfeld acting like Gargamel For the car cop the cell in the bar stop at hell "What's wrong with you?" She said, "what's wrong with you?" Always got a song to do can't get along it's true So I skipped marriage, bought her six karats Rather die that nigga than to live average, Killa (Killa) You might also like[Chorus: Smokey Robinson sample] If only you could let me in I know that love it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? [Verse 2] Yo, yo, uhh... Looking back on school: art and crafts Fucked half the staff, beat up half the class I was like Dr. Dre, though, I have to laugh Nigga with a attitude, meet me after math Had a "half and half" Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast The half a tab You could ask her ass, I would dash and laugh You after me, huh? I'm after cash I'm on I-80 though with my baby Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy I got plans for you look in the sky baby Fuck Sara Lee, Mrs. Smith; you the pie lady Fly lady, G2 fly baby, gee you why baby Please boo, what's your size crazy Don Juaning when I'm in a foreign Almond drop top, my charm is alarming I was alerting her just to reinsert in her That I will leave earth with her Huh, I can't interpret her She got mad I leaned over, I'm nursing her Said when I do dirt with her The only time I flirt with her Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I) Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's See why we can't finish together I'd rather do business than pleasure And that's real (Killa) [Chorus: Smokey Robinson sample] If only you could let me in I know that love it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride?

Comics and Games

Labor

Aesop Rock

"This is labor" {*Echoes*} {*Sample cut and scratched*} Who put the monkey wrench in well-oiled perfectionist emblem Just to watch these monitors spit white noise through your office space Automater, I infect jolly gene pool descendant clown-clusters Brushing dust mites off your starving art revolution sound jugglers Delinquent friend from brick habitat Bob, weave, stick, move, fence And pause somewhere in the middle for slick invention This years brain crops spread spectacular, I ain't mad at ya Don't stay mad at the caliber (I twist characters like Twist characters) Tally up the alley cat aggression in this Doug E. Fresh infested Mess of bass line lust and automatic b-boy Krylon can combust circuit Working these war pig cyphers with Ted Striker stability And kamikaze chivalry I alone noble in a worm food feud Walking dead generation Ain't nobody asking for your patience The grand opening holding me to face the fact I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else (Talk about labor) Fantastic planet urchin putting work in Searching for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversion Apologies won't lure me to the communal sob story Nor will I sacrifice live style to benefit jury temperament This old Green Goblin web cutter butts up against Crayola daydream landscape spitting bedlam. Dead 'em Charge the villagers nickels and nicotine to watch him fed to One disgruntled kraken at high noon We'll sell popcorn beer and balloons I got an inkling this gon' be the one the children bicker over It's that Warriors vs. Baseball Fury element To glitch his motor sensory development I am a star, really That Big Bang bastard's back with a one-way ticket to beat street This all is like, relevant to human kind supply/demand ratios, man, learn it I work past the surface I work on what I love, I work to service all my burdens And I'll work until this here little flat line closes the curtainsYou might also like13

Hip-HopRap

Notorious Thugs

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone] And Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon (This is a lake of fire right here) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Everybody, everybody) [Bridge: Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone] Notorious thugs Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas Notorious thugs Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas You might also like[Chorus: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Armed and dangerous Ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed, no angel dust Label us notorious Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sittin' here tryna win, tryin' not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke, need oxygen Steadily countin' them Benjamins Nigga, you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this shit since '92 Look at all the bullshit I been through So-called beef with you-know-who Fucked a few female stars or two Then I blew like niggas move like Mike Shit, not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick 'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo game, talk yo shit Grab yo gat, call yo clique Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas, I got to fight one All them hoes, I got to like one Our situation is a tight one What you gonna do: fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take B Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly I'ma tell you like a nigga told me "Cash Rule Everything Around Me" Shit, lyrically niggas can't see me Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it Doesn't it seem odd to you? Big come through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes Who's the killer: me or you? [Break: Puff Daddy] We forgive you, for you know not what you do [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] 7 A.M. woke in the morning With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine No-Doz so pop a couple of those Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean, make it gleam Deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally steamed With my instrumelody, and heated, especially for your team And a .45 indeed will beam In between the scenes, destroy your dreams You willin' to die? We'll see How many flee when I cause the scene? We mean mug, Mo' Thugs, trained to be perfect disciples When it's survival, tongue is a double-edged sword Triple six rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, bitch, breakin' out for lies My Messiah's better be ready for Armageddon, shit's expired It's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man Put in positions off in the Clair All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender; never no surrender, no pretend Pick up my pen in my hand One of my trusted friend-friends Hey, open the last seal for real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin: baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin' In daily recruitin', there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bible And a pen and a pad to hit the label—kick it, nigga! [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Nigga roll with Bone up into the dank spot To the dome with a shot of burb Never get tossed to the curb Be feelin' that urge to splurge But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, give me that Mossberg swerve! Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off Get 'em hauled off, nigga, y'all loss Take it all off, got a nigga caught off For the pump now Leatherface, sin runnin' thuggin' and cuttin' Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin' Bitch if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that’s fucked up Now let me get down for the grind Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get down for the crime Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But really we be servin' them dummies, see? Gotta buck him on down If he come back talkin' like, "Give me back me money!" Thuggin' with me killers Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol Now who ready to get bent? Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money So I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke [Chorus: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 4: Layzie Bone] Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya with magic Droppin' down lead but I call it my gadgets With an automatic status, we spray Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue Biggie, blue's on my ass Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'?" Grab artillery, a nigga start packin' 'Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin' And I did him, hit him right between the eyes The spot was wise; wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit Y'all get mo murdered all day, all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with number one, one, one? Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum Bloody red, red, rum [Chorus: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, Let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon156

Hip-Hop

Dumb Out

Joe Budden

[Verse 1] Stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness The red pill, blue pill -- real and the Matrix And I can't take this; if the game needs a new look I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift And everything I say in these pages Is straight from the heart -- nah magazines, y'all can't rate this Cuz I'll read the bit it's a bit outragous Like it's an ear virus and this shit's contagious I'm downloading like, "niggas actually play this?" Maybe I'm bugging out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my stay out jail shit The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinning rims That shit got played out real quick See some wrote him off, some said he was done Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run I don't enjoy being shunned, so I'm back as Neo Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me has begun I had the whole hood thinking he would never eat Rappers tried to diss, thinking we would never meet I heard it if you said it You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it, nigga -- bet it Cause I remember clearly Once "Pump It Up" stop soaring, there's a few motherfuckers stopped calling See I remember shit spread like cancer I would call folks, said folk ain't answer A few chicks running started pulling they pants up A few stopped acting like my private dancer But a light bulb hit once they started to neglect me See there I was, thinking I was all that sexy but I Nah fuck that Cause I'm still sexy, young and fly Know-what-I-mean, ya heard? You might also like[Verse 2] Look here can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard' I just let niggas get a head start I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase Nah sprint out pace, and I'll still win the race (yep) See I'm jogging Other niggas legs starts wobbling, when opportunities start knockin You got the crown, pass off like Stockton It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin' Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him I can't leave, even though it's big options Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin' Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better Stuck in cold February, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "Yes" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Don't put niggas in the same sink as me I mean metaphors, story lines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit They don't use the ink like me Niggas don't even think like me Who sees what I'm watching, he ain't poppin' Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in Wait, start again, it's a privilege to breathe the same air that I farted in They want no parts with him How dare niggas categorize me If my name's on a mixtape, then capitalize me I been stopped going to Mixtape Awards Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours I had other ideas, while getting loot I'm thinking red carpet, I went and copped a suit See I'm thinking Grammys Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy He stayed at the "W" and felt like heaven I'm at an actress's house, that felt like necking R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan Gave me headache till I felt like an Excedrin Talk very fly Least until I bought every pie, me me being war ready to my eyes And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx Trying to sound like somebody that already died The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em Let me find out Hip Hop's turning Republican I'll sum it up to what he is about Still new to most, they still feeling him out Things were type bland, Joey seasoned 'em out I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt" Say it ain't so Rest in Peace Luther, there's some other niggas gay on the low (oh) So live, who can see 'em? No guy I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05 As ill as the flow gets, need a pill or dosage So if you can't tell, I'm preparing for '06 About to OD, anybody that know me Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03 More like '99 No names should be mentioned but mine Unless you talking Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwing money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talking like a gun in his song Cam'ron during Children Of The Corn Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em I'm talking '95, Big L before they killed 'em Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit Canibus, no album out before the L shit Talking bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke Or "Cuban Linx," Raekwon and Ghost I do it all, who blending so well in the game Talking Fab, back when he was still spelling his name (mang) On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly shit Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit Rappers don't need trouble with I Unless it's Ras Kass before the D.W.I Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be" If they any less common, don't put 'em before me See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit All black, looking grimey in the crowd Heat on him, no sir, don't try me when I'm out I tote something tiny that'll blauh Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want something shiny in your mouth I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car In the streets, like I ain't some big star And these young mother fuckers is about to fuck up Like leaving they whole career in some bitch car No name, but it's no sublime Nigga, you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money I'm still spending "Pump It Up", "Fire" money Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me Call ASCAP, maybe BMI for money Please, what's wrong wit 'em, something ain't the norm wit 'em Ain't too many dudes out there, out-performin' 'em Some acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em Street's asking what's taking so long wit 'em Jump Off, I'm the best to happen He's the answer, the who's got the next in rapping I suggest you ask 'em If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin New dudes is whack, some vets is has-beens Some were Top 20, till I crept right past 'em It's a wrap, Joey sealing it nigga Cold out, long johns, still dealing it nigga Still peeling it, nigga If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the Derringer, nigga It's that 'gnac music, don't know how to act music Gettin' my Kanye on, putting out "Crack Music" Car jack music, got what they lack music Send my little man, get rid of the pack music That I'm back music, that click clack music That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music Now who said they fucking with me They just said that fucking with me, they didn't mean it3

Alternative

Hail Mary

2Pac

[Segue from "Bomb First"] [Intro: 2Pac] Makaveli in this, Killuminati All through your body (All through your body) The blow is like a 12-Gauge shotty (Uh) feel me! (Come with me Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see) And God said he should send his one begotten son (What do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die) To lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me! (La la-da-la la la la la) Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh! [Chorus: 2Pac] Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La la-da-la la la la la [Verse 1: 2Pac] I ain't a killer, but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin' Seein' niggas comin' for me through my diamonds when they glistenin' Now pay attention: bless me please, Father, I'm a ghost In these killing fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee Activate my hate, let it break to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit Plus, Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary You might also like[Chorus: 2Pac] Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da [Verse 2: 2Pac] Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin' Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble We ballin', catch me, Father, please ‘Cause I'm fallin' in the liquor store Pass the Hennessy, I hear you callin', can I get some more? Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do? One life to live, but I got nothin' to lose Just me and you on a one-way trip to prison, sellin' drugs We all wrapped up in this livin', life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their bid Raise hell to this real shit and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark Thuggin' eternal through my heart Now hail Mary, nigga! [Chorus: 2Pac] Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da [Verse 3: Kastro] They got a A-P-B out on my thug family Since Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half-dead Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai Chronic Mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high Visions of me thug-livin' gettin' me by Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs [Verse 4: Young Noble] Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy Ready to wet the party up And whoever in that motherfucker, nasty new street slugger My heat seeks suckers on the regular Mashin' in a stolen Black Ac' Integra Cocked back, sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya Feet first, you've got a nice Gat but my heat's worse From a thug to preachin' church I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt Needin' work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on ‘Cause word is bond When I was broke, I had to hustle 'til dawn That's when the sun came up, there's only one way up Hold your head and stay up To all my niggas, get your pay and weight up [Bridge: Kadafi] If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate? To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate? To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate [Chorus: 2Pac & Prince Ital Joe] Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? We've been travelin' on this weary road Sometimes life can be a heavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, hail Mary (Hail Mary) We won't worry, everything will curry Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry, everything will curry Yes, we free like the bird in the tree We runnin' from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, hail Mary! [Outro: 2Pac] Westside, Outlawz Makaveli the Don, solo Killuminati, The 7 Days190

Gangsta Rap

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Bob Dylan

[Verse 1] Johnny's in the basement, mixin' up the medicine I'm on the pavement, thinkin' about the government The man in a trench coat, badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off Look out kid, it's somethin' you did God knows when, but you're doin' it again You better duck down the alleyway, looking for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap in a pig pen Wants 11 dollar bills – you only got 10 [Verse 2] Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed, but Phone's tapped anyway Maggie says the many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D.A Look out kid, don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes, don’t tie no bows Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows [Verse 3] Oh, get sick, get well, hang around a ink well Hang bail, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell Try hard, get barred, get back, ride rail Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail Look out kid, you're gonna get hit By losers, cheaters, six-time users Hanging 'round the theaters Girl by the whirlpool's looking for a new fool Don't follow leaders, a-watch the parking meters You might also like[Verse 4] Oh, get born, keep warm Short pants, romance Learn to dance, get dressed Get blessed, try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift 20 years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift Look out kid, they keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals Don't want to be a bum, you better chew gum The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles37

Rock

Ether

Nas

[Produced by Ron Browz] [Intro] Fuck Jay-Z What's up, niggas? Ayo, I know you ain't talkin' about me, dawg (You? What?) Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick, nigga You love my style, nigga (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Fuck Jay-Z [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh) [Verse 1] Brace yourself for the main event, y'all impatiently waitin' It's like a AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best, Pac, Nas and B.I.G.? Ain't no best, east, west, north, south, flossed out Greetings, I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts left, chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage (Uh) Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne I got this locked since '91 (Uh), I am the truest Name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters, but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it You might also like[Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Haha) (Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh) [Interlude] Ayo, pass me the weed (Tsk, there you go) Put my ashes out on these niggas, man (Ain't no doubt) Ayo, you faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the motherfuckin' ring [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I'll prove you lost already [Verse 2] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (Uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back, but in my face Y'all some well-wishin' (Bitch niggas), friendly-actin', envy-hidin' snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef (What?) Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo To explode it on a camel (Haha) and his soldiers I can handle This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made a album called Blueprint (Dick) First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say That you better than B.I.G., dick-suckin' lips (Ha) Why don't you let the late, great veteran live? [Interlude] I will Not lose (God's son across the belly, I'll prove you lost already), uh The king is back Where my crown at? (Ill Will) Ill Will, rest in peace, let's do it, niggas [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I'll prove you lost already [Verse 3] Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother, you traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad watchin' his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women Were you abused as a child? Scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well, life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin' chased through your building Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was give you a style for you to run with Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God Wearin' Jaz' chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I'll still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class? You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge? Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn, though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow (Burn slow) Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy (Ill) Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all tryna take my spot, fellas? Feel these hot rocks, fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks? (Girls, girls, girls, haha) Negro, please, ha, you no-mustache-havin' With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans, you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G And Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons, ha R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label, gunned up and clapped quick Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn, you on Jaz dick So little Shawny's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? (Nigga) Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss171

Hip-Hop

Mixing Up the Medicine

Juelz Santana

[Intro: Yelawolf] I'm on the pavement thinking about the government Santana's in the basement mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine I was in the basement mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine I was in the basement mixing up the medicine I get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Join the army if you fail Mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine I was in the basement mixing up the medicine I get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Join the army if you fail [Verse 1: Juelz] (Yo Juelz what it is?) I've been mixing up the medicine (Your game's looking sick) I'm deliverin' the medicine I been in the lab like a chemist: just developin' My potion, now it's potent, time to hit em in the head again Knock knock, pow pow, it's Santana let him in I got what you need, tell a friend to tell a friend If a label need a hit, if a fiend need a fix Or if a chick just need some good dick, I got the (medicine) You boys shipping whack drops Y'all should be mascots Come and see the splash doc I'll give you a swag shot Fuck what you hearin, you should listen This is rap penicillin Still in the kitchen (mixing, mixing medicine) Young splash and I'm back in the building Swagger on a hundred, thousand, trillion Whatever he said times that by gazillion And thats only half of how I'm feeling I been (mixing up the medicine) You might also like[Hook: Yelawolf] Mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine I was in the basement Mixing up the medicine I get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Join the army if you fail Mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine I was in the basement mixing up the medicine I get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Get jail jump bail Join the army if you fail [Verse 2] Lights camera action, I'm feeling fantastic Flyer than a pair of wings flappin Take my picture You a freak, I'm a freak You going home, take me with ya I'll look at your baby pictures But I won't have no baby with ya Back up or ya heard me Back up or ya head me I'm ballin like the 80s, so James Worthy Still makin money off the white girl, Fergie I ain't a new boy so they know they can't jerk me No limit how I get it, call me Percy Miller, I'm a killer, no mercy And I'm so dope you'd think Frank Lucas served me So hot fire couldn't burn me Bitches wanna nurse me Take her out and trick around I take her home and dick her down Send her back to you like "Baby I was at my sisters house" Y'all nigga remember me I'm every rappers enemy Cuz they know once I get the lead You'll never get ahead of me [Hook] [Verse 3] Swagger on rooftops And One's, new Glock You wanna get loud you'll get blasted—boombox Attitude like 2Pac when Juice dropped Still go to the dealer with the money in a shoe box This wasn't supposed to come out This wasn't supposed to come out They let that new drug out They let that new drug out My niggas 'bout to dumb out My ladies 'bout to bug out And if her body crazy, I'm a take her to the nut house You lames ain't interesting The games been missing this Nigga's full of sugar and I came with the insulin Whatever's your addiction I got your prescription I get it how I live it And I'm loving every minute You got that shit that just came out: that new new I got that shit that ain't came out: it's too new I'm so intriguing, you're girl's so deceiving I'm so exciting, and she's so conniving1

Rock

One More Chance

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro] All you hoes calling here for my daddy, get off his dick Like that, mommy? *Beep* Hi, daddy, how you doing? This is Tyiest I was thinking about you last night, mm You actin' like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all of that But you trying to tell me it wasn't good? *Beep* That shit is real fucked up what you did I hooked you up with my girl and shit You fucked her every time you see her You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying? And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you "Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?" *Beep* Yo, B.I.G., this is Quita Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie at the mall and I know you ain't fucking her You fucked with me last night That's my best friend and we don't get down like that *Beep* Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour I don't know what's going on, motherfuckers trying to rob me You be disappearing and shit, I'm waiting in the cold What the fuck is going on? When you get in give me a fucking call, alright? You might also like[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manila Honeys call me "Bigga the Condom Filler" Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with a dick, make your kidney shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I wear thirteens, know what I mean? I'll fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (See shit) The next batter, here to shatter your bladder It doesn't matter, skinny or fat or light-skinned or black Baby, I drop these Boricua mamis screaming ¡Ay papi! I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a four-four For niggas getting mad 'cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G, you see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Getting physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So give me a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-Town in ya, you want that old thing back [Chorus: Total & The Notorious B.I.G.] Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me? She mad because what we had didn't last I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins Another honey's in the crib? Please, send her in I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop 'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis You never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Timb boots and your body suit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em And if I'm caressing 'em I'm undressing 'em Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York? Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke Or Tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick And when I nut I got to split Shit, backshots is my position I got you wishing for an intermission, fuck the kissin' Lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin' They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden [Chorus: Total] Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance50

Hip-Hop

It’s Me Bitches

Swizz Beatz

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] It's Me Bitches! Whoo! Whoo! (C-Come on! C-Come on!) Whoo! Whoo! (C-Come on! It's show time!) Ye-Yes! Ye-Yes! Ye-Yes! Okay! [Refrain: Swizz Beatz] Chillin' in my Beemer, listenin' to "Ether" Bumpin through ya speakers, know I got the heaters Rockin' dont stop, I get the rockin' don't stop I'm bangin' 'em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is... it's me, bitches! [Verse 1: Swizz Beatz] Smoke good, eat good, drink good, fuck good Come into the club stuntin li-ike you should My shit on fire I dont need no gasolina I'm comin through your block with the deuce 2 seater Ring the alarm, man, call me the sand man When I drop beats, I'm the one man band man Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (fuck em) You might also like[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is...it's me bitches! [Verse 2: Swizz Beatz] Vida loco, flyin' through popo See me in that 4 door, that Bentley esporta Benz all lethal, my rims so lethal You front, I'mma I'ma shoot that ass like a free throw Sniffin that yayo, trying to be Sosa Trying to act tough when that's some black chocha I ain't gotta shoot ya, I could just choke ya You trying to make dollar, I could just show ya [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is... it's me, bitches! [Refrain: Swizz Beatz] Chillin' in my Beemer, listenin' to "Ether" Bumpin through ya speakers, know I got the heaters Rockin' dont stop, I get the rockin' don't stop I'm bangin' 'em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is... it's me, bitches! [Breakdown: Swizz Beatz] Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) It's (go), it's (go) it's me, bitches! It's! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) It's me, it's me, It's me, bitches! [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Oh! Yeah! Bounce! Come on! Whoo! Hey, hey, hey, hey Bounce! You Know who it is... It's Me Bitches1

Hip-HopRap

Beam Me Up Scotty

Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Nicki Minaj] You know they say who, who is Nicki Minaj? You know I'm like a multiple personality bitch Like, you know, I'm, I'm, you know, I'm a ninja, I'm a boss I'm, I'm the Harajuku Barbie! [Chorus: Sasha] Who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me- Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, moan and groan Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, -mit it [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I just heard that I was the baddest in the town So I came down and had to pick up my crown Went to Taiwan and had to pick up my wand Now everybody wanna pick up my sound Baddest underground since Harriet Tub' That's why when I come around they hurry and run And I know it ain't math, but I carry the one Got a couple body guards that'll carry the guns Yao Ming, I'ma need a couple Asians Sayonara, bitches, on a Kawasaki blazin' Ayo, Rihanna, gotta come up off dem Bajans Call Wyclef, I'm a need a couple Haitians You might also like[Pre-Chorus] Now, where my West Indies? Where the fuck my curry chicken and my rice and peas? My madda cunt Trinis My Jamaican bod gal, all my Guyanese? [Chorus: Sasha] Who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me- Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, moan and groan Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, -mit it [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I just found out that I was doper than Amy Winehouse, maybe Fresh out the navy Fresher then a daisy Used to be on Baisley Young money bunny, bitch, please say the baby Please stop callin' me, I'm such a rock star Assalam alaikum, where the fuck is Akbar? Give 'em my keys, tell 'em valet my car B's pon da wheels, you can see them from far Now all I need is a real mandingo Gimme good ooh and distribute my single Bootleg the mixtape out in Nigeria Hit up Amadu, he can meet the criteria If he work da middle like a mohawk, tell 'em he can meet me where dem girls say aloha See I got that first class pussy and he used to getting Coach-a Real good chocha, fuck is my chauffeur? [Chorus: Sasha] Who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me- Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, moan and groan Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, -mit it [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] Ahh, beam me up, Scotty My wa-wa wine My wine it too dutty C'yeah, beam me up, Scotty My wi- bust wine My wine it too dutty [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] One, two, buckle my shoe No one on the corner has swagger like I do Keep a two-two, get wetter then boo-hoo Keep a couple stacks inside of my loo-loo Excuse me, I'm sorry I got the 45 special, don't worry Cause I'm cooler than a bloodclaat flurry I like mi chicken and mi goat with curry(yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Now, where my West Indies? Where the fuck my curry chicken and my rice and peas? My madda cunt Trinis My Jamaican bad gal, all my Guyanese? [Chorus: Sasha] Who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me who said dem waan hackle mi body Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi me Now tell me- Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, moan and groan Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, -mit it [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] Ahh, beam me up, Scotty My wa-wa wine My wine it too dutty C'yeah, beam me up, Scotty My wi- bust wine My wine is too dutty [Outro: Sasha] Now tell me- Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, moan and groan Admit it, mi say me moan and groan Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, -mit it9

Hip-Hop

Thug Motivation 101

Jeezy

[Intro] Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Let's get it! [Verse 1] I used to hit the kitchen lights, cockroaches everywhere Hit the kitchen lights: now it's marble floors, everywhere! (haha) Call the carpenter, the roof on the coupe's gone (chea) Give a fuck what he sold - I'm the truth, homes (that's riiight) Kitchen's fumed up, niggas jamming 2Pac (chea) Get my Benihanas on, working two pots (dayumm) Baby need shoes, partner need bail money Bloodhound for the bread, I just smell money You niggas just write, I recollect (recollect) Hands on, Jeezy really counted them checks (yeahhh) I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white 1's (chea) The conversation is money: nigga, you want some? (aye) [Hook] Aye, Aye Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye You ain't never seen them pies I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes I really lived it man Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands Let's get it! See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2] I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment (yeah) Took what the streets gave me: product in my environment (ayy) Now it's 28 inches on the brand new Hummer Telling you right now - It's gon' be a cold summer (chea) Blew the brains out the Chevy, call it suicide It's a way of life, that's how us young niggas ridin' (that's right) Trap Or Die gave 'em hope, they waiting for the sequel (yeah) It's clear to see: the boy Jeezy do it for the people (aye) [Hook] Aye, Aye Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye You ain't never seen them pies I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes I really lived it man Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands Let's get it! [Verse 3] I'm the author of the book, yeah a genius wrote it (chea) There's a message in my words, you gotta decode it (ayy) I seen it all, every gram, every bird (what) I spit the truth, every noun, every verb (that's right) I never exaggerated one line, one dime (dime) Never lied to the people, not one time (never) A hard head make a soft ass (ayy) And hard white will get ya straight cash (haha) [Hook] Aye, Aye Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye You ain't never seen them pies I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes I really lived it man Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands4

Hip-HopRap

Life’s a Bitch

Nas

[Produced by L.E.S. & Nas] [Intro: AZ & Nas] Ayo, what's up, what's up? Let's keep it real, son, count this money You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right? Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, then what, man, what?! [Verse 1: AZ] Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it 'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters But somethin' must've got in us, 'cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition Keepin' this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us 'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leavin' thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high 'Cause life's a bitch and then you die You might also like[Chorus: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye [Verse 2: Nas] I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessin' The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated 'cause I made it One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash And got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!" That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage [Chorus: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die [Trumpet Outro: Olu Dara]199

Hip-Hop

Let’s Go (From Me to U)

Juelz Santana

[Marvin Gaye sample] I've been really trying baby Trying to hold back these feelings for so long And if you feel, like I feel baby C'mon ohhhh, c'mon woo Let's get it on [Little boy] Let's get it on nigga [Intro: Cam'ron] Aww man, let's get it on, man Santana you on ya own, man Hold the set down We can get it on Let's do it man, Dipset We got these bastards man, let's do it [Verse 1: Juelz Santana & sample] Uh, you niggas dealing with a G from the block Yeah it's me from the block Quick to tell a nigga let's get it on But I don't really like to beef on the block That brings heat to the block I got to eat on the block, nigga Yeah, you dealing with a pimp from the hood Keep a chick from the hood Quick to tell her, ay let's get it on Come on, let's go I'm trying to do it so, ay let's get it on I'm one hell of a guy Fly pelican fly Like Scarface, one hell of a high, shit One hell of a ride that I drive 23's look like propellers on side Who stunting like me? Who fronting like me? Who did it? Who get it? Who done it like me? You? Who wishing? Who fronting? Who want it from me? You? Come get it, you want it, it's nothing to me And you, chumps already know how I feel When it comes to the pump and the steel It's like, let's get it on You might also like[Chorus: Cam'ron] You know what these wild boys tote Tie em up with the cowboy ropes So let's get it on Hey ma, back that ass up Looking back [I] almost crashed up So let's get it on [Verse 2: Juelz Santana & sample] Man, you dudes can get it That's my word to the slant on my Houston fitted I send rockets at you dudes and midgets Send cock up in you goose and pigeons So let's get it on I know you like that mama I'll be right back mama So let's get it on Yeah, do you believe me? Don't you believe me? Won't you believe me? Come, let's get it on On any given Sunday or any given Monday We headed up the runway Uptown, yeah we headed up a one-way Her head is in my lap So I let her do her one thing She was Jamaican, so I fed her bread and dumplings Veggie pads and rum cake Told her, let's get it on Said she's 18 and lived crazy just like me '80s baby just like me, so, let's get it on [Chorus: Cam'ron] Hey baby you know what your boy holds All night, long pipe, long strokes:let's get it on Hey ma, roll with the winners And I ain't talking dinner I'm like, let's get it on [Verse 3: Juelz Santana & sample] Man I roll through, stroll through Flag on the ride side of my whole crew Screaming, let's get it on They'll get you, they'll twist you They'll split your whole body in half, then dismiss you Like, let's get it on But I'm looking for a bad lil mama Get mad like her papa, got an ass like her mama Got her own, won't ask for a dollar Go half on a scama and I laugh when I holla, let's get it on [Chorus: Cam'ron] Hey baby, the ride on this chrome Just provide us with dome, so let's get it on You must be used to me spending Hey ma if you give good brain, you'll get your Dipset chain Lights out, nothing to fight 'bout Got the pipe out, so let's get it on (It's the only thing to do, I mean it's only right)1

Rock

In da Club

50 Cent

[Produced by Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo] [Intro] Go, go Go, go, go, go Go, shawty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardí like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed [Verse 1] When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh) When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club (Yeah) Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, then the hoes, they wanna fuck (Woo) Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey, nigga, roll that weed up (Roll that) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight) In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh) I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo) Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh) Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay) See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed) [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah) [Verse 2] And you should love it way more than you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Woo) I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life You that faggot-ass nigga tryna pull me back, right? When my joint get to bumpin' in the club, it's on I wink my eye at your bitch, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up If niggas hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up" Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub' They know where we fuckin' be [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Hahahaha) [Outro] Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga G-Unit198

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Miss You (Remix)

Aaliyah

[Intro: Jay-Z] + (Aaliyah) Sup Baby Girl (Ohhh) Thought I had to talk to you again Been a long time, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you, Missy's missing you Rashad is missing you, your Mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no) Your Pop is missing you, Dame is missing you Damn, we missing you ... [Verse 1: Jay-Z] + (Aaliyah) All we listen to is all the different yous Four page letters in addition to Have you ever loved somebody who used to get the party poppin' We used to party-hop, we used to be in the Hamptons, party a lot We was The Breakfast Club, you was a part of the Roc We used to make up special names for the food we ate Remember cereal pie, one of your favorite plates? (I miss you) Well, Dame told me tell you, he's doin' well Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue But I ain't got to tell you, you looking over us Our little angel, but you know what [Hook: Jay-Z] + (Aaliyah) Brooklyn's missing you, Detroit is missing you New Orleans missing you, Philly's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) Your uncle's missing you, your family's missing you Your fans is missing you, Valerie's missing you Damn, we missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] + (Aaliyah) Now Star is mad I won't grant him a interview Now he's dissin' me, 'cause he dissed you Can you believe the nerve of this dude 'Cause of your memory, I won't bring it to pistols But he got issues, enough of that lame I never seen pain like your parents' pain But I know God's protecting you You used to read Seat of the Soul, I know God perfecting you All the extra hue, the darker texture you are, the more intellectual You are so professional, our little purple star Too good for earth you are (I miss you) [Hook: Jay-Z] + (Aaliyah) Houston's missing you, L.A.'s missing you D.C.'s missing you, Chicago's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) Kidada's missing you, Shock is missing you Carline is missing you, Tiny's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] By the way, Big, we missing you, Pac, we missing you We feel your presence just not in the physical All across the world, blocks is miserable Y'all left a void, it's a lot of little yous But they not original and they not identical They just studied your flows and they watched your interviews I swear, in hip-hop, if it's not ten of you Then it gotta be more; y'all left your paws Footprints on the game, hood ain't been the same Feeling ain't been in music, hooks ain't been the same But I'm doing what I can, man, and try to follow y'all down memory lane, man Big, you'd be ashamed to see New York gang bang Pac, you'd feel the same thing, they use your name in vain But I guess that's the issue And it proves how much niggas really miss you [Outro: Jay-Z] + (Aaliyah) Pun we missing you, Big L we missing you Left Eye we missing you, Jay we missing you Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah, Scott La Rock, the list goes on The world is missing you, the hood is missing you (Wondering if you're the same and who's been with you) Know what I mean? Miss y'all (I miss you) This goes, to the memory of all our fallen soldiers Soldiers and soldiettes, all across the world (I miss you) We gon' hold y'all down, y'all living in our memories forever We never gon' let y'all go [Bridge: Aaliyah] + (Jay-Z) I can't be no more (We not remembering your death, though) Since you went away I don't really feel like talking (We celebrating your life, know what I mean?) No one here to love me, baby do you understand me? (Yes, yes) I can't do a thing without you (Yes) (Damn, we missing you) [Hook: Aaliyah] It's been too long and I'm lost without you What am I gonna do Said I been needing you, wanting you Said I need you Wondering if you're the same and who's been with you Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes I miss you5

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Hello Brooklyn 2.0

JAY-Z

[Intro: Beastie Boys sample] Hello! Brooklyn! [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Jay-Z] Hello, Brooklyn (Uh-huh), how you doing? (Yeah) Where you going? Can I come too? (Uh-huh) And If I can (Woo!), I'ma be your man You could be my lady, and have my baby And drive my cars (Cars), and drive me crazy (So crazy) Wherever you going (Where you going?), baby girl, just take me (Uh-huh) 'Cause I'm so taken, if you taken (I'm so taken) I'm just saying (Woo!), baby, I'm just saying [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Like a mama, you birth me; Brooklyn, you nursed me Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley They said you'd murk me by the time I was 21 That shit disturbed me, but you never hurt me Hello, Brooklyn, if we had a daughter Guess what I'ma call her? Brooklyn Carter When I left you for Virginia, it didn't offend you 'Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner And I'm eating, so much, I bought extra So much so that dinner's now turned into breakfast I only roll Lexus to hug your road I love your corners, I'm half your soul You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Lil Wayne & Jay-Z] Hello, Brooklyn, how you doing? Where you going? Can I come too? And If I can, I'ma be your man You could be my lady and have my baby And drive my cars, and drive me crazy Wherever you going, baby girl, just take me 'Cause I'm so taken if you taken I'm just saying, baby, I'm just saying [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Hello, Brooklyn, what's your story? She said she eating on the run, but she ain't Nore' She said she got a man but he ain't worried But baby, I'ma have to rob him like Horry She said she love B.I.G., and she like 2Pac And when I said Jay-Z, she say, "It's the Roc!" And I'ma leave it like this—like this, like that Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Have you seen her? And when she tell you something, you better believe her She told me she like my New Orleans demeanor And so, I said, "Goodbye, Katrina" [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Jay-Z] And "Hello, Brooklyn!" Buh-baby, you are The sweetest sight eyes could see I said, "Hello, Brooklyn!" Buh-baby I hope you never say goodbye to me I said, "Hello, Brooklyn!" Buh-buh-baby, you are (Woo!) So damn fine to me And I remember the time (Time), place (Place) And the weather (And, woo!) On the day you said, "Hi," to me And I say, "Hello, Brooklyn!" [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Brooklyn, you crazy; look how you made me Razor blades in my mouth, walking 'round, behaving— All demented; black hoodies and Timberland-ed Always scheming—"You see the gleam on that nigga's pendant?" (Hello, Brooklyn) You bad influence, look what you had me doing But I ain't mad at you (Haha), look at my attitude It says my life's too real, check out my ice grill Baby, I'm cold as ice, like I'm from Brownsville But my Bed's in the Stuy, though I'll lie flat in your bush 'Til we smoke a C.I., "What up" to the boy, B.I.? You know I handle B-I, I don't half-step on the 'caine Ask the dreads 'bout I, how you gwaan 'so? She like it hardcore, so I grind slow Iller than Albee Square Mall back in the 9-0 My fine ho, we got some victims to catch So in a couple years, baby, I'ma bring you some Nets (Woo!) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Hello, Brooklyn, how you doing? (Yeah) Where you going? Can I come too? And If I can, I'ma be your man You could be my lady, and have my baby And drive my cars (Errr!), and drive me crazy (Errr!) Wherever you goin' baby girl, just take me 'Cause I'm so taken if you taken I'm just saying, baby, I'm just saying (Yeah) [Bridge: Lil Wayne] And hello, Brooklyn, buh-buh-baby, you are The sweetest thing eyes could see Hello, Brooklyn Baby, I hope you never say goodbye to me I said, "Hello, Brooklyn," buh-baby you are So damn fine to me But I remember the time, place, and the weather On the day she said hi to me And I said, "Hello, Brooklyn"8

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It Was a Good Day

Ice Cube

[Produced by DJ Pooh] [Intro] Break 'em Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh [Verse 1] Just wakin' up in the morning, gotta thank God I don't know, but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dog, no smog And mama cooked the breakfast with no hog I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out Hooked it up for later as I hit the door Thinkin', "Will I live another twenty-four?" I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop-top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin' y'all "Which park are y'all playin' basketball?" Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week, fucked around and got a triple-double Freakin' niggas every way like MJ I can't believe today was a good day See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Verse 2] Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards 'Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin', didn't even look in a nigga's direction As I ran the intersection Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' "Yo! MTV Raps" What's the haps on the craps? Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of niggas And watch me break 'em with the 7, 7-11, 7-11, 7, even back door Little Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' "Domino!" Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day [Verse 3] Left my nigga's house paid Picked up a girl been tryna fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy and killed the punani And my dick runs deep, so deep So deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin' Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams No helicopter lookin' for a murder Two in the morning, got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read "Ice Cube's a Pimp" (Yeah) Drunk as hell, but no throwin' up Halfway home and my pager still blowin' up Today I didn't even have to use my AK I gotta say, it was a good day [Outro] Hey, wait, wait a minute! Pooh, stop this shit! What the fuck am I thinkin' about?213

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Through the Wire

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West] [Music Video - Intro] Last October Grammy-nominated producer KANYE WEST was in a nearly fatal car accident. His jaw was fractured in nearly three places. Two weeks later he recorded this song with his mouth still wired shut... so the world could feel his pain! [Intro] Yo, ‘G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, Hop? [Chorus: Chaka Khan] Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire [Over Chorus] I spit it through the wire, man There's too much stuff on my heart right now, man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life-or-death situation, man Y'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, man It's your boy, Kanye to the... Chi-Town, what's goin' on? Uh-huh, yeah, yeah You might also like[Verse 1] I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man berserk Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Tellin' her her son's on life support? And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till She was with me before the deal, she'd been tryna be mine She a Delta, so she'd been throwin' that Dynasty sign No use in me tryna be lyin', I been tryna be signed Tryin' to be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man Story on MTV and I ain't tryna make a band I swear, this right here, history in the makin', man [Chorus: Chaka Khan] Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire [Over Chorus] I really apologize for everything right now If it's unclear at all, man They got my mouth wired shut For like... I dunno, the doctor said like six weeks Y'know, he had, I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw I looked in the mirror And half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, man I couldn't believe it But I'm still here for y'all right now, man This what I got to say right here, dawg Yeah, turn me up, yeah, uh [Verse 2] What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal On the hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds It was more like spoken word, 'cept he's really puttin' it down? And he explained the story 'bout how Blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt You would know how Mase felt (Mason Betha!) Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God, driver two wanna sue I got a lawyer for the case, to keep what's in my safe safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I... I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, it was televised There's been an accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must got a angel, ‘cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass? Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past Toys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid **** that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire [Chorus: Chaka Khan] Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire [Over Chorus] Y'know what I'm sayin'? When the doctor told me I had, um That I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin I said, "Dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?" "It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on!" You can't be serious, man133

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The Nigga Ya Love to Hate

Ice Cube

[Verse 1: Ice Cube] I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of getting treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk, 'cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-M The day is coming that you'll all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down, it's all about coming up So what they do, go and ban the AK? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away, run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out 'Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham When I'm shooting, let's see who drop The police, the media, and suckers that went pop? And motherfuckers that say they too black Put 'em overseas, they be begging to come back And say we promote gangs and drugs You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen' than in college? Because of that line, I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Hook] (Fuck you Ice Cube!) Yeah, haha! It’s the nigga you love to hate (Fuck you Ice Cube!) (Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me) It's the nigga you love to hate (Yo, you ain’t doin' nothin' positive! Yo, you ain’t doin' nothin 'positive for the brothers, what you gotta say for yourself?) (You don't like how I'm living? Well, fuck you) [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice Cube the bitch-killer, cap-peeler Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now, who do ya love to hate? Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball 'cause I don't fake You're begging I fall off The crossover, might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the Lenching The Mob is dropping common sense and We'll gank in the pen', we'll shank Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the ass spanked It ain't about how right or wrong you live, but how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet mo' bitches, mo' hoes Don't wanna sleep, so I keep popping No-Doz And tell the young people what they gotta know 'Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my stylin' From San Quentin to Rikers Island We got 'em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In your Jeep, make the old ladies say "Oh my god — brake, it's the nigga ya love to hate" [Hook] (Fuck you Ice Cube) Yeah come on fool, it’s the nigga you love to hate (Fuck you Ice Cube) Yeah, what up, punk? It’s the nigga you love to hate [Yo, who the fuck you think you are callin' us bitches. You ain’t all that, all I hear is this bitch. I ain’t nobody’s bitch] A bitch is a...ohhhh [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Soul Train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the Bandstand You ask me: "did I like Arsenio?" About as much as the Bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools 'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube And what I say, what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit -- listen to the hit 'Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video trying to out-dance each other I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each 'Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga you love to hate15

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Keep Their Heads Ringin’

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah, what up, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin' on Thank God it's Friday [Refrain: KRS-One] (Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!) (Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!) (Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!) (Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!) [Hook: Dr. Dre] Keep their heads ringin' (Ring ding dong Ring-a-ding ding ding dong) Keep their heads ringin' (Ring ding dong Ring-a-ding ding ding (uh, yeah) dong) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Nancy Fletcher] Hey you! Sittin over there Say what? (You better get up out of your chair) That's right (And work your body down) Yeah (No time to funk around, 'cause we gon') Funk you right on up So get up, get a move on and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck, so call me "Blacula" As I drain a nigga's jugular vein And maintain to leave blood stains, so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin' it real enables me to make another mill, Still, niggas run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggas off the face of the Earth since birth I've been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music floats like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin' The motherfuckin' D-R-E ah keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin' You might also like[Hook: Dr. Dre] (Ring ding dong (uh) Ring-a-ding ding (yeah) ding dong) Keep their heads ringin' (Ring ding dong Ring-a-ding ding ding dong) [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] 1, 2 for the crew, 3, 4 for the dough 5 for the hoes (hoes!) 6, 7, 8 for Death Row Mad niggas about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to get into my mental Will take care of this business I need to attend to 'cause my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you God damn right I'ma gonna kick it or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, running niggas over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I get plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggas know it's time to take a hike 'Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokescreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin' The motherfuckin' D-R-E ah keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin' [Hook: Dr. Dre] (Ring ding dong (yeahhh) Ring-a-ding ding ding dong) Keep their heads ringin' (Ring ding dong Ring-a-ding ding ding (ha ha) dong) Yeah, c'mon [Bridge] If you want to get on down (uh, yeahhh) You gotta get on down (c'mon, ha ha) Just get on down (it's like that) [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] Debonair with flair, I scare wear and tear Without a care, running shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sending all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the backdrop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat-top Your rhyme sounds like you bought 'em at Stop 'n Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop and Glo Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6'1", 225 of pure chocolate Your chances of jacking me are slim, G 'Cause I rock from summer 'till Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow 'Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro, So Check the flavor that I'm bringin' The motherfuckin' D-R-E ah keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin' [Hook: Dr. Dre] (Ring ding dong (yeahhhh) Ring-a-ding (uh) ding ding dong) I keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin' (Ring ding dong (yea, uh) Ring-a-ding ding ding dong) I keep their heads ringin' (Ring ding dong (get it, get it) Ring-a-ding ding (get it) ding dong) I keep their heads ringin'! (Ring ding dong (ha ha, yeahhhh) Ring-a-ding ding ding (uh, c'mon) dong) [Bridge] If you want to get on down (yeah Death Row back up in that ass. For the one nine nine to the nickle) You gotta get on down (so all you motherfuckers out there tryna get with this) Just get on down, ho ohhhh (don't even try it, couldn't see us with binoculars) If you want to get on down (no diggity, ha ha) You gotta get on down (yeah, uh, I know you're bobbin' your head) Just get on down ('cause I could see, uh) [Outro] I know you're bobbin' your head 'Cause I could see ya You can't see me, ha ha Yeah Death Row, let me know you in the house (Beyotch!) Ha ha Yeah, that's right, we out26

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Wordy Rappinghood

Tom Tom Club

[Chorus] What are words worth? What are words worth? Words [Verse 1] Words in papers, words in books Words on TV, words for crooks Words of comfort, words of peace Words to make the fighting cease Words to tell you what to do Words are working hard for you Eat your words but don't go hungry Words have always nearly hung me [Chorus] A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words [Verse 2] Words of nuance, words of skill And words of romance are a thrill Words are stupid, words are fun Words can put you on the run Mots pressés, mots sensés Mots qui disent la vérité Mots maudits, mots mentis Mots qui manquent le fruit d'esprit You might also like[Chorus] A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words [Verse 3] It's a rap race, with a fast pace Concrete words, abstract words Crazy words and lying words Hazy words and dying words Words of faith and tell me straight Rare words and swear words Good words and bad words [Chorus] A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words [Verse 4] Words can make you pay and pay Four-letter words I cannot say Panty, toilet, dirty devil Words are trouble, words are subtle Words of anger, words of hate Words over here, words out there In the air and everywhere Words of wisdom, words of strife Words that write the book I like Words won't find, no right solution To the planet earth's pollution Say the right word, make a million Words are like a certain person Who can't say what they mean Don't mean what they say With a rap, rap here and a rap, rap there Here a rap, there a rap Everywhere a rap, rap Rap it up for the common good Let us enlist the neighborhood It's okay, I've overstood This is a wordy rappinghood, okay, bye [Chorus] A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words What are words worth? What are words worth? Words What are words worth? What are words worth? Words [Instrumental] [Outro] He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop3

PopRock

Fuck tha Police

N.W.A

[Produced by Dr. Dre & DJ Yella] [Intro: The D.O.C., Dr. Dre, and Ice Cube] Right about now, N.W.A court is in full effect Judge Dre presiding In the case of N.W.A versus the Police Department Prosecuting attorneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube And Eazy-motherfucking-E Order, order, order! Ice Cube, take the motherfucking stand Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth And nothing but the truth so help your black ass? You goddamn right Well, won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say? [Verse 1: Ice Cube] Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown And not the other color, so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun To be beating on and thrown in jail We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics You'd rather see me in the pen Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o Beat a police out of shape And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still getting swole off bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down and grabbing his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun, they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one 'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showing out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm On any motherfucker in a blue uniform Just 'cause I'm from the CPT Punk police are afraid of me, huh A young nigga on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops dying in L.A. Yo, Dre, I got something to say You might also like[Chorus] Fuck the police, fuck— fuck— Fuck the police, fuck— fuck— Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police (Example of scene one) [Skit 1: Cop, MC Ren, & Dr. Dre] Pull your goddamn ass over right now! Aw shit, now what the fuck you pullin' me over for? 'Cause I feel like it! Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up! Man, fuck this shit Alright, smart-ass, I'm taking your black ass to jail! MC Ren, will you please give your testimony To the jury about this fucked up incident? [Verse 2: MC Ren] Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority Because the niggas on the street is a majority A gang is with whoever I'm steppin' And the motherfuckin' weapon is kept in A stash spot for the so-called law Wishing Ren was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashing behind me But they're scared of a nigga, so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh Because it gives them a hint not to step in my path For police, I'm saying, "Fuck you, punk!" Reading my rights and shit, it's all junk Pulling out a silly club, so you stand With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it, punk, and I'ma fuck you up Make you think I'ma kick your ass But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me Or any asshole that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The motherfuckin' villain that's mad With potential to get bad as fuck So I'ma turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound (*Gunshots*) Yeah, somethin' like that But it all depends on the size of the gat Takin' out a police would make my day But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say [Chorus] Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck— Fuck the police [Skit 2: Cop, Eazy-E, and Dr. Dre] *Knocking* Yeah, man, what you need? Police, open now (Aww, shit) We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest (*Battering ram*) Get down and put your hands right where I can see 'em! (Move, motherfucker, move now!) What the fuck did I do, man? What did I do? Just shut the fuck up and get your motherfucking ass on the floor! (You heard the man, shut the fuck up!) But I didn't do shit Man, just shut the fuck up! Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand And tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit? [Verse 3: Eazy-E & MC Ren] I'm tired of the motherfuckin' jackin' Sweating my gang, while I'm chillin' in the shack, and Shining the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid ass nigga when I'm playing with the trigger Of an Uzi or an AK 'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say They put out my picture with silence 'Cause my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still, I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do you got? A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot By me or another nigga And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger (Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool) And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb motherfucker with a gun And if I'm rollin' off the eight, he'll be the one That I take out, and then get away While I'm driving off laughing, this is what I'll say [Chorus] Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the— Fuck the police, fuck— Fuck the police, fuck— fuck— Fuck the police (The verdict) [Skit 3: Dr. Dre, Cop] The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck, white bread, chicken shit motherfucker Wait, that's a lie! That's a goddamn lie! Get him out of here! (I want justice!) Get him the fuck out my face! (I want justice!) Out, right now! Fuck you, you black motherfuckers! [Chorus] Fuck the police Fuck the police Fuck the police193

Hip-HopRap

California Love

2Pac

[Intro: Roger Troutman] California love [Chorus: Roger Troutman] California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of L.A In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin' [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be The state where you never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin' Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a You might also like[Chorus: Roger Troutman] California knows how to party California knows how to party (Yes, they do) In the city of L.A In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin' [Bridge: Roger Troutman] Shake, shake it, baby Shake, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it [Verse 2: 2Pac & Dr. Dre] Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin' Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin' hoochies screamin' Fiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player Where cowards die and the strong ball Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die In L.A. we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (Yeah, that's right) Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do Flossin' but have caution: we collide with other crews Famous because we throw grams Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam It's Westside, so you know the Row won't bow down to no man Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put their mack down; give me love! [Chorus: Roger Troutman] California knows how to party California knows how to party (Yes, they do) In the city of L.A In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin' [Ad-Libs: Dr. Dre & 2Pac] South Central Uh, that's right Now make it shake [Bridge: Roger Troutman] Shake, shake it, baby Shake, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it [Ad-Libs: Dr. Dre] Shake it, Cali Uh, uh, West Coast Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house Uh, yeah, Oaktown Oakland definitely in the house Frisco, Frisco [Outro: 2Pac & Dr. Dre] And you know L.A. up in here Pasadena, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood Inglewood always up to no good Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby Sacramento, Sacramento where you at? Throw it up, y'all! Throw it up, throw it up! I can't see ya Let's show these fools how we do it over on this Westside 'Cause you and I know it's the best side Yeah, that's right West Coast, West Coast159

Gangsta Rap

Money to Blow

Birdman

[Intro: Birdman & Drake] Richer than the richest (Yeah) More money, bitches Coming to you live from (Haha) The city of Houstatlantavegas So what it do, young nigga? One hundred [Verse 1: Drake] I am on a 24-hour champagne diet Spilling while I'm sipping—I encourage you to try it I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it The club owner supply it; boy, I'm on that fly shit I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be Guess what? I made it, I'm the motherfuckin' man I just want you to see—come take a look Get a load of this nigga, quit fronting on me Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like running on E I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit: Goofy flow On records, I'm Captain Hook, and my new car is Rufio Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know Get to shaking something, 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for Yes, I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts—I said, "Damn, where my roof just go?" Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl—I got 'em You might also like[Chorus: Drake & Birdman] They can't help it (They can't help it) And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em) Since I got famous (Since I got famous) But, bitch! I got money to blow, getting it in Letting these bills fall all over your skin I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Uh-uh, oh, oh, I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Cash Money Millionaires, yeah I got money to blow (Aw-aw! Yeah) [Verse 2: Birdman] Richer than the richest (Richest), we certified getting it ('Fied getting it) CM (Yeah), YM (Young), Cash Money business (Bitch) Higher than the ceiling (Ceiling), fly like a bird (Like a bird) Hit the Gucci store (Yeah) and later get served (Served) We smoked out (Smoked out), with no roof on it Them people passing (Yeah), so we smash on 'em (So we smash on 'em) Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck (On deck) Lamborghinis and them Bentleys on the V-set (Set) Louis lens (Lens) iced up with the black diamonds (Black diamonds) Cartier, Ferrari, the new Spider (Yeah) No lie, I'm higher than I ever been (Than I ever been) Born rich, born Uptown, born to win Fully loaded (Yeah), automatic 6 Benz (Benz) Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in (With my bitch in) Born hustling (Hustling), too big, nigga, to size me up (To size me up) Kept stunting, more money, burning up [Chorus: Drake, Lil Wayne, & Both] They can't help it (They can't help it) And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em) Since I got famous (Since I got famous) But, bitch! I got money to blow, getting it in Letting these bills fall all over your skin I got money to blow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Uh-uh, oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah) I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy) I got money to blow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Well, I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power C—Come to V.I.P. and get a champagne shower I don't have to worry because everything ours And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers—that kush I promise, that's my dude, but we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women—make you take a second look We popping like champagne bottles, but we never shook And we gon' be all right if we put Drake on every hook [Chorus: Drake & Birdman] They can't help it (They can't help it) And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em) Yeah, you under-dig? Since I got famous (Since I got famous; Birdman) But, bitch! I got money to blow (Junior) Getting it in (So fresh) Letting these bills fall all over your skin (Drizzy Drake) I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow (Ayy, ayy, big mansions) Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, popping bottles) Uh-uh, oh, oh, I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Atlantic in the backyard Got that money to bluh-uh-ow-ow (Ayy, ayy) Jet-skis, jets, yeah Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Pricele$$) I got money to blow (Mula!) [Outro: Birdman] C-M-B, baby Yeah Just like that Brrat! Big money popping22

Hip-HopRap

Nuthin’ But A ‘G’ Thang

Dr. Dre

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] One, two, three and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door Ready to make an entrance so back on up 'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby Two loced out niggas going crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But, um, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected so I'ma let 'em understand From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive You never know, she could be earnin' her man and learnin' her man And at the same time burnin' her man Now, you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff You might also like[Chorus: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg] It's like this and like that and like this and a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— It's like this and like that and like this and a— Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin' But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin' Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt You never been on a ride like this befo' With a producer who can rap and control the micstro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do [Chorus: Both & Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] It's like this and like that and like this and a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those? So just chill 'til the next episode [Refrain: Kid Dynamite, Public Enemy & Congress Alley] You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre & Both] Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N, double-O, P D, O, double-G, Y, D, O, double-G, you see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolemite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So, Dre (What up, Dogg?) Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton) [Verse 4: Dr. Dre] Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention Mobbin' like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down And if you bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told ya I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better [Chorus: Both & Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Like this, that and this and a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those? So just chill 'til the next episode [Outro: Kid Dynamite, Public Enemy & Congress Alley] You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)133

Hip-HopRap

Bouncin’ Back (Bumpin’ Me Against The Wall)

Mystikal

[Chorus 2x: Mystikal and Pharrell] You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back [Verse 1: Mystikal] I really be throwin' my words Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue More dramatic than Batman and Robin, ba na na na na na The one that be handling business, be sharper than a thumb tack The one that be dropping these albums, showing 'em how to come back And you gone respect me, appreciate where I run at You ain't gone piss me off, cause you sorry that you done that I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious You don't even much want to see the rest I'm coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set I ain't even started yet So if you ain't ready you better get ready Know I do it better when I'm being opposed Ah stick ya chest out, keep ya chin up And sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up [Chorus 2x: Mystikal and Pharrell] You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You might also like[Verse 2: Mystical] No matter what happened, that's only once, it's shame on you You come up and here and do it again then its shame on me Sometimes we be getting in trouble you didn't want learn Sometimes we be getting so rude you ain't want see I accept my wages like the way that I fail I grow, I take strides and but 'em under my belt I learned from you just like you learned from me I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony Somebody say fool you better keep on rapping Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happen I told them look you better mind yo business Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN Just take the precaution so yo life a be better Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters [Chorus 2x: Mystikal and Pharrell] You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back [Verse 3: Mystical] Oh you heard about it, yeah you had to Hmm-huh, I know you change ya mind you ain't the only one with bad news I know that they made you feel strange huh You was right in the middle complaining and forgot what you was cryin bout It could be you time and it might be You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be One day it hit 'cha then its gone And I'm serious and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home That's when the pain run sharper and deeper You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on I tell you the truth so don't lie to me Get back Satan don't bother me And that's the way its gotta be And when its over and done with I hope you proud of me [Chorus 2x: Mystikal and Pharrell] You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back [Outro 2x: Mystikal and Pharrel] You keep bumpin’ me against the wall! You keep bumpin’ me against the wall! You keep bumpin’ me against the wall! You ain’t seen bouncin' back!

Hip-HopRap

Not Tonight

Lil’ Kim

[Verse 1] I know a dude named Jimmy, used to run up in me Night time pissy drunk off the Henny and Rémy I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind it Felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick He used to pass me bricks, credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep, I took the keys to the Jeep Tell him, "I'll be back," go fuck with some other cats Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer Ho hop, raw top in my man's drop Then this homie Jimmy, he's screamin', "Gimme" Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Called suckin' his dick, "rockin' the mic" It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy The motherfucker never ate my pussy You might also like[Chorus] I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now [Verse 2] I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush & Avenue U Had a weed spot, used to pump African black He used to seal his bag so his workers wouldn't tap I used to see him, in The Tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I ain't frontin' The sex was wack, a four-stroke creep I jumped on the dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I ain't beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin'" He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? "I'll pass, nigga, the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double glass The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown, taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your 5 G stones I give you 10 G's, nigga, if ya leave me alone," screamin' [Chorus] I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right [Verse 3] The moral of the story is this: You ain't lickin' this, you ain't stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They ain't hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I ain't with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double-digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I ain't gonna front For limp-dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? [Chorus] I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right (Say what? C'mon) I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right I don't want dick tonight Eat my pussy right8

Rap

Big Brother

Kanye West

[Produced by DJ Toomp] [Intro] Stadium status [Chorus] My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin [Verse 1] It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout Picture us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg and yell out "Jigga" Yeah, that's what we'll yell out, yell out You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy That he won't even step to his idol to say hi Standing there like a mime and let the chance pass by Back of my mind, "He could change your life With all these beats I did, at least let him hear it At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig" But he got me out my momma crib Then he help me get my momma a crib [Chorus] Big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin, begin Let the story begin If you feel the way I feel, why don't you wave your hands? You might also like[Verse 2] Fresh off the plane, I'm off to Baseline Nothing handed out, I'm 'bout to take mine 'Round the same time of that Blueprint 1 And these beats in my pocket was that blueprint for him I'd play my little songs in that old back room He'd bob his head and say "Damn! Oh, that's you?" But by The Black Album, I was blacking out Partyin' S.O.B.'s and we had packed a crowd Big brother got his show up at Madison Square And I'm like "Yeah, yeah, we gon' be there" but Not only did I not get a chance to spit it Carline told me I could buy two tickets I guess big brother was thinkin' a little different And kept little brother at bay, at a distance But everything that I felt was more bogus Only made me more focused, only wrote more potent Only thing I wanna know is why I get looked over I guess I'll understand when I get more older Big brother saw me at the bottom of the totem Now I'm on the top and everybody on the scrotum [Chorus] My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin, begin Let the story begin If you feel the way I feel why don't you wave your hands? [Verse 3] Have you ever walked in the shadow of a giant? Not only a client, the Presidito, hola, Hovito The game gettin' foul so here's a free throw I was always on the other side of the peephole Then I dropped "Jesus Walks" now I'm on the steeple And we know, "New Jack City"—got to keep my brother But to be number one I'ma beat my brother On that "Diamonds" remix I swore I spazzed Then my big brother came through and kicked my ass Sibling rivalry, only I could see It was the pride in me that was drivin' me At the Grammys I said, "I inspired me" But my big brother who I always tried to be When I kicked a flow it was like pick-and-roll 'Cause even if he gave me the rock, it's give-and-go I guess Beanie's style was more of a slam dunk And my shit was more like a finger roll But I had them singles though And them hoes at the show gonna mingle, yo, heh, y'all know I told Jay I did a song with Coldplay Next thing I know he got a song with Coldplay Back in my mind I'm like, "Damn, no way" Translate, español: "No way, José" Then I went and told Jay Brown Shoulda known that was gon' come back around Shoulda talked to you like a man, shoulda told you first But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse [Bridge] My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother So here's a few words from ya kid brother If you admire somebody you should go on 'head tell 'em People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em A idol in my eyes, god of the game Heart of the City, Roc-a-Fella chain Never be the same, never be another Number one, Young Hov, also my big brother [Chorus] My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D., my mentor, and that's where the story ends [Outro] Toomp killed this shit61

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Go DJ

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Mannie Fresh] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Grown-ups, in between, children and babies Right about now is your boy, ya heard? Back again, DJ Mannie Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh Yeah, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh Fre-re-re-re-Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yeah, well Weezy Wee [Interlude: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Step up to the mic, dude, do what you do, ya heard? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ladies and gentlemen What you have here is brought to you courtesy of the young man Young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want y'all out there to do for me is Say this [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my You might also like[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from under the Tommy busting a Tommy You come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya arm hit Pow! One to the head, now you know he dead Now, you know I play it like a pro in the game Naw, better yet, a veteran, a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ayy, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh, for all this flame Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain 'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane That ain't even my motherfuckin' aim, I gets dough, boy And you already know that pimpin' 18, how I'm living? Youngin, show that Bentley Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh! (Let me hit the blunt first) [Chorus] Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (This is Tha Carter, oh) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my (These niggas is hilarious) Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (This is Tha Carter, blap) Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Put your binoculars on, try to see me) 'Cause that my, uh, that my Let's go [Verse 2] And I move like the coupe through traffic Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent Your bitch present with the music blastin' And she keep askin', "How it shoot if it's plastic?" I tell her, "You'll see if your boy run up" She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, uh, fo' sho' Ay, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin' Young Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talkin' (shut up) And I ain't just begun I been runnin' my city like Diddy, you chump I fly by you in a foreign whip On the throttle, with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits Her hair is long as shit, to her thong and shit Well, here we go, so hold on to this [Interlude] Now let's go Hold on, let me hit the blunt again So, go Y'all say it with me this time This is the, this is the, this is the This is the, this is the, this is the This is Tha Carter, oh [Chorus] Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (That my DJ, Mannie Fresh) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Uh, that my DJ) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (These niggas so mad at me right now, Fresh) Say go DJ, 'cause that my, 'cause that my, 'cause that my (Guess what though, guess what?) [Verse 3] Birdman, put them niggas in a trash can Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trashman I'm steady lighting up the hash, and, riding in my Jag You will need a gas mask, man You snakes, stop hiding in the grass Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blade's in your ass You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bona fide hustler Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother Niggas wanna eat, 'cause they ain't ate nothin' But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones In your residence with Rugers to your dome Like, "Where the fuck you holding the coke?" Holding your throat, choke [Interlude] So, go So, go This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Y’all say it with me This is Tha Carter, oh [Chorus] Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (And that my DJ) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Mannie, Mannie Fresh, yes, that’s my DJ) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (And this Tha Carter) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Call me if you’re fuckin’ with me) Go DJ35

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I Get Around

2Pac

[Intro: Shock G & 2Pac] 'Round and 'round (Aw yeah) 'Round and 'round, 'round we go (I get around) 'Round and 'round Still clown with the Underground, when we come around (Step up, step-step up, step up) 'Round and 'round, 'round we go (stronger than ever) 'Round and 'round [Verse 1: 2Pac] Back to get wrecked, all respect To those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check ‘Cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorly And I don't know why your girl keeps pagin' me She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me, she squeeze me—lady, take it easy! Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me I don't want it if it's that easy Ayo, bust it, baby got a problem saying "Bye-bye" Just another hazard of a fly guy You ask "Why?", don't matter, my pockets got fatter Now everybody's lookin' for the latter And ain't no need in being greedy, if you wanna see me Dial the beeper number, baby, when you need me And I'll be there in a jiffy Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie When will ya learn you can't tie me down Baby doll, check it out: I get around You might also like[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac] What you mean you don't know? Round and round, around we go I get around, the Underground just don't stop for hoes Round and round I get around, still down with the Underground Round and round, around we go I get around, yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know Round and round [Verse 2: Shock G & Money B] Now you can tell from my everyday fits I ain't rich So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks) I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix) Tryna make a dollar out of 15 cents (A dime and a nickel) Just 'cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets Baby, I can see, that you don't recognize me I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties Never knew a hooker that could share me; I get around [Verse 3: Money B & Shock G] What's up, love? How you doin'? (All right) Well, I've been hangin', sangin' tryna do my thang, oh, you heard that I was bangin' Your homegirl you went to school with? That's cool But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't (Uhh) See, weekends were made for Michelob But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo And don't mistake my statement for a clown We can keep in the down low, long as you know that I get around [Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac] 'Round and 'round, around we go 2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round, around we go Why I ain't call you? Hahahah, please! 'Round and 'round [Verse 4: 2Pac] Fingertips on the hips as I dip Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip; loose lips sink ships It's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips, see me jockin' Put a little twist in her hips ‘cause I'm watchin' Conversations on the phone 'til the break of dawn Now we're all alone, why the lights on? Turn them off! Time to set it off, get you wet and soft Somethin' is on your mind, let it off You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me Well, if I couldn't have it (Silly rabbit) why you sweatin' me? It's a lot of real Gs doin' time 'Cause a groupie bent the truth and told a lie You picked the wrong guy, baby, if you're too fly You need to hit the door, search for a new guy 'Cause I only got one night in town Break out or be clowned, baby doll are you down? I get around [Outro: Shock G] 'Round and 'round, around we go 'Round and 'round, around we go, uhh 'Round and 'round, around we go 'Round and 'round, around we go 'Round and 'round, 'round we go 'Round and 'round, 'round we go 'Round and 'round, 'round we go, whoa 'Round and 'round we go 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round53

Gangsta Rap

Run This Town

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yeah Millzy, I see you T told me, "Do this shit" So I'ma do this shit No Ceilings! Yeah, haha Hahaha I'ma run this town tonight All right, now Ugh [Verse] Nigga, we are so ready for the war C-A-R-T-E-R, put the beat in ER I'm colder than "B-R," add another three Rs Watch me like DVD/VCR Pump to your chest, I ain't talking CPR Riding this track like a motherfucking streetcar New Orleans coroner—his name is Frank Minyard Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard Man, I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod Man, I act a ass, treat the beat like a hem'rrhoid Man, I go to work on the beat, call it "employed" Man, I kicks it, bitch, get your shinguard! Ugh Young Money run this—towns, countries I still eat rappers—mmm, scrumptious My goons tote thumpers, they pump 'em like krumpers Anybody beat, I'm gon' go Archie Bunkers Tunechi be the wildest, let's run the metropolis I pop like lollys, you drop like eyelids The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing And they say money talks, you can hear my shit holl'ing You softer than ny-lin; oops, I meant "nylon" Perfection is the goal, and I’m headed to the pylon Crown fit me good, I ain’t even got to try on The pistol mean business—that bitch should have a tie on T done told me, "Do this shit," so I had to do this shit I get superhero money, call a nigga "super-rich" Keep it "super" for a while, let me get on my "super-" shit Super-ill, super-sick—dog, I go super-Vick Ran into a superwoman, turned her to a super-bitch Hit her with that super-dick, she be coming super-quick Super-Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, 'Nelly, Super Nick' Super-Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super-clique Now, I’m off that "super" shit, fuck that shit, I super-quit Running circles 'round the game, like a hula hoop and shit You gon' have to loop this shit, there won’t be a duplicate And my blunts be super-thick, I'm higher than a Supra kick I—I’m the bomb, baby, watch me nuke this shit When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit My apologies, diabolically I’m the prodigy—do you roger me? I look in the flames and see a hotter me But how come I’m still colder than common-ly? Yeah, we run this town, like a lot of feet Young Mula, baby; I'm proud of meYou might also like21

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Moment of Clarity

JAY-Z

[Produced by Eminem and Luis Resto] [Intro] Woo! Geah, geah (Young) geah Uhh, turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone [Chorus] Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths [Verse 1] Pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well Between him doing heroin and me doing crack sales With that in the eggshell, standing at the tabernacle Rather the church, pretending to be hurt wouldn't work So a smirk was all on my face Like, "Damn, that man's face is just like my face" So Pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through It wasn't all your fault, homie, you got caught Into the same game I fought (Ugh), that Uncle Ray lost (Ugh) My big brothers and so many others I saw I'm just glad we got to see each other Talk and re-meet each other Save a place in Heaven 'til the next time we meet forever! You might also like[Chorus] Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths [Verse 2: Jay-Z & Eminem] Music business hate me ‘cause the industry ain't make me Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be making I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars They criticize me for it, yet they all yell "holla" If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense But I did 5 mill' – I ain't been rhyming like Common since (Woo!) When your cents got that much in common And you been hustling since your inception Fuck perception! Go with what makes sense Since I know what I'm up against We as rappers must decide what's most important And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them So I got rich and gave back, to me that's the win-win So next time you see the homie and his rims spin Just know my mind is working just like them (rims, that is) [Chorus] Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths [Verse 3] My homie Sig' was on a tier where no tears should fall ‘Cause he was on the block where no squares get off See, in my inner circle, all we do is ball 'Til we all got triangles on our wall Ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record I recall, ‘cause I really been there before (Woo) Four scores and seven years ago, prepared the flow Prepared for war, I should fear no man You don't hear me though, these words ain't just paired to go In one ear, out the other ear, no! (No) Yo, my balls and my word is alls I have What you gonna do to me, nigga? Scars'll scab What, you gonna box me, homie? I can dodge a jab Three shots couldn't touch me, thank God for that I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back (Sup Big?) And the whole BK, nigga, holla back! [Chorus] Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Y'all can't fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths37

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The World Is Filled...

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Chorus: Carl Thomas] The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see? I'm just tryin' to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash When I score with a whore, she be game for sure Pimp so hard a nigga drag his mink on the floor Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk 'cause I live it Any chick fuckin' with me, believe me, that's a privilege I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it See, you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it And Big be that nigga, we be flyin' through your hood Hood rats scopin' with their eyes on my goods See, we date 'em like we hate 'em, see 'em like we don't need 'em Treat 'em like we meet 'em, and never give up freedom And we only give our number to selected few And it's best that you never knew what good head'll do Turn a freak to a bisexual And if she's flexible, fuck the nigga next to you [Chorus: Carl Thomas] The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see? I'm just tryin' to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh, uhh "When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin' Will I fuck him? Will I diss him?", that's what these hoes yellin' I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all still chase 'em, I'll replace 'em, huh Drunk off Dom, silk and gators Spittin' words, make a bird tell they flock see you later Whether, drunk or high, skunk or Thai Nigga play against a playa, shit, slugs gon' fly Ain't gon' lie, pimped out her SSI Nigga don't ask why, just respect it She bought me the necklace, the bracelet The Benz-o - she laced it Crib-o, got it, interior decorated Now my popularity grew in each state Now I got 2 in each state Used to drink brew and eat steak Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates, shit [Chorus: Carl Thomas] The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see? I'm just tryin' to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse 3: Too Short] I had a whole lot of bitches in my lifetime I been blessed with the game, always say the right lines Had a few prostitutes, and if you knew the truth They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you! She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch, man She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin' a rich man Now here you come, drop top ridin' You ain't no pimp, fake nigga, stop lyin' Pussy makes money, stick to the business Think about the real motherfuckers that lived it Street life, pimp shit, make the ho respect the game You bought her diamonds and cars, trick, that's a shame Say what you want, but I still figure She left you 'cause you couldn't be like them real niggas She was a hustler by nature and you was just faker Than the average simps, found a badder pimp [Outro: Too Short] Crazy ass man I never would have bought that bitch all them cars And all that shit you bought that hoe, man After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe! Man I'm 30 years old, nigga And that bitch was hoein' when I was in 9th grade and shit Think about that: she been around then right? Shit, you just a rest haven for hoes, man Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen Bitch only fuckin' with you cause you had a good ass job, nigga Nerd...treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her Stupid ass nigga, she ain't nothin' but a hoe! Bet you fell in love with her man! You can't turn a hoe into a housewife, fool Every time you turn your back, that bitch is fuckin' with them gangstas Eastside, Westside - these are my partners Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout nigga I tell you about some real pimps and hoes Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man Yeah I know a few, shit Beyotch!14

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Keepin’ it Gangsta (Remix)

Fabolous

[Intro: Jadakiss & Styles P] D-Block (True indeed) Double R (Yes, true indeed) Desert Storm (True indeed) Sheek Lou', where you at? (Haha, true indeed) Ha-ha! You know how we doin' baby Keepin' it gangsta Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo [Verse 1: Jadakiss, Styles P & Both] How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got How many bricks could move? You can say twenty a block How many niggas'll ride? You could fill a football field How much money you got? You'd think I signed a football deal My nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lame You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray And I'm kill six of your niggas six different ways And we still got XL rhymes, still gangsta Try to run up on the guy, I'll send your legs to your mom And we still got kilos of coke Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga, we know the oath That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst' Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss and the Ghost Comin' through like "The Matrix" in the A6 Triple black leather, six-speed with the gray stick Give me the safe, I'll spit at your face Double clip in your mug then have SP hit it with mace And we just copped burners, and do me, I'll say this Y'all little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven Keep heat and we'll shank ya, rob ya and say thank ya Now that's keepin' it gangsta See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus: Fabolous] Y'all know who, keepin' it gangsta We come through, keepin' it gangsta Y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta [Verse 2: Fabolous, Paul Cain & Both] We your favorite gangstas' favorite gangstas, and duke better bolt Before these slugs sink in his waves like anchors We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York niggas jet like Testaverde I don't keep the scope on the ratchet, for the dope, I'll attach it Make sure the joint aim point blank so they can't open your casket My whole crew got Glocks on 'em In a hurry to shoot like they put shot clocks on 'em All that gossip you blast, better see if they possibly has A V12 ambulance that get you to a hospital fast They let Cain out the cages and shackles I ain't call a pager to track you, I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you We been riding together, and us back and forth It's like putting Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya That's why I travel with a semi like Eddie in "Coming to America" Silencers, it sound like it's humming when I'm airing ya Won't know you hit 'til your body numbing in that area The kids don't want to see the toast to mom and daddy Plus we rather be roastin' trauma fatties in a toasted almond Caddy And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spitting Hollow shots'll leave your brain missing Ghetto F-A-B and Paul Cain nigga We gettin heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta [Chorus: Fabolous] Y'all know who, keepin' it gangsta We come through, keepin' it gangsta Y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta [Verse 3: Billy Danze] Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (Okay) M.O.P. (Okay) rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (All day) BK nigga, get up off snooze Don't make me put your gangsta on the six o'clock news You ride in a what (What's up?) don't get it fucked up Or twisted cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up And die in that truck (Be cautious when you're walking through) (Be careful who you talking to, come straight home) It's the livest motherfuckers of the century You niggas is killing me, you got to be kidding me (Aha, aha) Ain't nobody taking it and making it, extra like dust Showing they ass on the record and bless it like Gus Now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those As far as heat goes, we keep those, the street knows The M.O. (M.O.) P. is what's up We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on! [Verse 4: Lil' Fame] Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s at your six You don't really wanna lose your life So I'ma smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice Yo, you dun' know were we from soldier, come soldier Dump soldier, you'll be found in your whip slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and you gone Iced out, chain out with ya brains out, head on your horn You (You) know (Know) who (Who) be keepin' it gangsta With a truck full of goons that fakesta And the Brownsville niggas from the past That run up, put a hammer to ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bag You gangsta, huh, whatever (Hahaha) Cause for real if I ever ever (What?) Ever ever Catch yo ass slippin', I'ma pop a collar (Boom) Whoa, mack, and when your bitch holla [Chorus: Fabolous] Y'all know who, keepin' it gangsta We come through, keepin' it gangsta Y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta

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Dog Shit

Wu-Tang Clan

(Dogs barking) [Intro - Ol' Dirty Bastard] All you bitches put your naps together And all you niggas put your sticks together [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Bitch hooooo (Yeah haw heh) Day hayyyy (Eh hey ay hey) De haaaaa (Ewww hawr harr) Haa-aa-aa-aa-aaa (Eh haw he huu) [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] She blew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin her, weave like palm trees I went coconuts, dip my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch Fathership touch ground like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White boys cut my toupee Seventh day rester, or screenplay I slump MC slay, it ain't nothin' to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MCs like trees Got mils but still grill that old good welfare cheese See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hooooooo Yeah haaaay (Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggas) De haaaaa (And you bitch ass niggarettes) Bitch hooooo (Motherfuckers!) [RZA] Let that bitch know [Verse 2 - Ol Dirty Bastard] Shame on a nuh, who tried to step tuh The Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your uhh Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoooooo (Method Man: stankin' ass hoes) You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit Never had shit, so you won't be shit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair On my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down Doo Doo Brown! Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones In the backyard of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out Here comes Rover, sniffin' at your ass But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means ho, you been shitted on I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hoooooo yeah heeeey e haaaaa Hoooooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo Hoooooo yeah heeeey (Wayeah hey hey) This is dedicated to all y'all bitches (eeeeeeeeeeeee) De haaaaaaah Hoooooo yeah heeeey ne haaaaa Aaaaa-aa-aa-aa-aaa [Streetlife] Fuck y'all [Skit - Man 1] Fuck is y'all niggas, Soul II Soul? Y'all look like some nasty backup dancers for En Vogue Lil' nasty R&B niggas Yo, you look like, you look like you was break dancin' in Allure' video, spinnin' on his lips [Man 2] What's up wit' bookworm? What's up wit' bookworm? [Man 1] Nigga, what's up wit' your Speak and Spell shoes? Fisher Price My First Timberlands Them shits is old, nigga You gotta get some Chukkas, fucka Nigga got on a Lamont Sanford dress shirt "Whaddaya want, ya big dummy?" ((Same guy: “Yeah, that’s me nigga!”)) [Man 2] As for me, nigga? ((Yeah that’s you, you DJ...)) [Man 1] And as for you, you DJ Kat Show shirt wearin' ass nigga Your shirt look like a dish rag Nigga, your shirt look like a curtain6

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