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Stupid Wild

Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Oh! Oh! Gucci Bangladesh! Gucci Brr, brr, brr (Gucci) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm the fire, you say you more fire then nigga, you a liar (What) Homie you and I, know the truth but that's 'tween you and I Stupid jewelry on me then, stupid jewelry on me now (Brr) If you think you finna shit on Gucci then just show me how (Brr) Someone dissed me yesterday, what I'm 'posed to do, go cry? With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Church's chicken in my Lambo, bought two drumsticks and a thigh (Nyooom) I'm so hood right now they question whats gettin' Gucci high Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Girls fightin', hoes fistfight just to touch my tie Being smart smart, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow cha-cha, I ain't been this hard in a while [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin' Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm count, count Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting (Yeah) See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] Wilder than a jaguar, wildin' in a Jaguar Pl-Please don't play with me, I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a xan bar And if she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter or Mr. Go-Harder And I like my kush dry like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fuckin' she get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, bitch I do it for the bloods And every fuckin' time I say soo woo it's for the Bloods What you dislike I love, man I do just like I does And if you wanna fight then come on you can fight my guns Weezy man, Young Money [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin' Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm count, count Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Let's do the furs, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me They brothers wanna fight me, they sisters wanna date me I tell her bust it baby, you could be my bust it baby But stay in your place, I need my space: don't suffocate me (please) Back black approach us, clack clack take gats out the holsters Cops in black the patrol us, treat us like rats and roaches But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps And your wifey, well we use her for her food stamps Ain't no big deal, but she keep the fridge filled Eggs scrambled, cheese grilled, cold juice the grits kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo Yea the big wheels, like milk your wig spilled We'll rush in ya spot, knock knock, snub of the Glock It's Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin' Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm count, count Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting [Outro: Gucci Mane] Bitches wanna fuck me mainly Cause I got the kitchen all famous I'm tryna hold my head above water Stack a billion cash I just oughta My shades cost that cause I'm Gucci My warddrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boostin' I shine just all the time your homie shine Wanna hate me get a ticket and join the line, fine It's Gucci!3

Hip-HopRap

My Time

Fabolous

[Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time [Verse 1: Fabolous] Guess what time it is? My, my, my time You can check your iPhone, better say it's iTime I don't even need a watch, I don't even see a clock Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o'clock Yeah, me o'clock, every time I check Niggas don't measure up and try to blame the Pyrex I'm a do it bigger than a 5X Can't ride with a L, so I don't drive Lex Game's so bickery, so full of trickery Nursery-rhyming: hickory, dickory Blowing that sour, the hood call it "pickery" Biggie, Puffy, Busta, victory See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time [Verse 2: Fabolous] My time's more like fly time Don't call it "getting dressed", call it in the "sky time" If you ain't a pilot, you probably couldn't style it Unless you was a stewardess, you won't know what to do with this First I took the time out, then I put the time in Money ain't everything, it's more about the timing So I got the Audemars, flawless diamonds In other words that's called perfect timing I feel like a favor, I feel like a savior They clocking my neck: I feel like I'm Flavor I go so hard, Loso God, damn Street fi-di-di-di-damn [Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time [Verse 3: Jeremih] 0-9, all mines It's been a few years, now it's me, about time You know I got committed with it since I've been up in the zone Sign the dotted line, now it's on So y'all better check your wrist-piece Why? Cause it's time to make history Yeah, just hop in here up on this hit streak How the, how the, how the hell you gonna evict me? Hey! You know I'm here to stay, never clocking out Big bottles we popping now, no telling where we stopping now And I represent the Chic-a-g-o On the track with F-A-B-O, you know we-- [Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time6

Hip-HopRap

Throw it in the Bag

Fabolous

[Produced by Shatek] [Intro - Fabolous and The Dream] You already know what it is (ah) We got another one boy (A-T-L, yeah) Just throw it in the bag What's up Brooklyn? What's up son? What's up Fabo? Aye man (oh...), I got that black AmEx with me A.K.A. that "Throw It In The Bag" card Radio Killa (Yeah) [Verse 1 - The-Dream] Now I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Yeah, I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Nigga, I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl Now I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl I keep her in Louboutin, Louis Vuitton Gucci down to her feet, yup, just like me I'm the one, with them ones Fuck the price on the tag, just throw it in the bag [Hook - The-Dream & Fabolous] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh (Ladies, y'all ready to go shopping?) Just throw it in the bag (Neiman Marcus on me and all that?) Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh (Yeah, come on then) Just throw it in the bag See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2 - Fabolous] Look at price tags, where they do that at? Heard that in A-T-L, when I'm in A-T-L Just ask my baby gal, I treat that lady well Ain't nothing so-so, and I know J.D. well A couple Benzes, black, white, gray C.L Got niggas looking like, "Did we miss a Mercedes sale?" Don't wonder what I do, just know they pay me well They keep that Gucci and that Louis on my labi-el's That's the way we feel -- must be nice, man You with the right man, you ain't gotta price scan Or ask how much, now what I look like? Son I'm from Brooklyn -- what it look like? You get it cause I got it, I got it so you get it In Miami they say, "Don't stop, get it, get it" Mami do the Speedy, daddy do the duffle Bag full of chips, we ain't talking Ruffles [Hook- The-Dream] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 3 - Fabolous with The-Dream] See, I know what I'mma tell her The same thing that the bank robber told the teller -- Just throw it in the bag That's the way it supposed to be A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper or plastic, it's safer to ask it So dead that nigga, I will pay for the casket That Remy Mar' got him spitting plenty bars Broke ass nigga, couldn't buy the mini bar So get with Loso, he ain't got to know so Such a gentleman, dozen bottles of that Rose Mo' Oh you got a man? Well, you need a richer one Meet me in the parking lot, the plates say "GET U 1" Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular Them niggas price checking, you can help them in a second As we proceed to give you what you need Like we breaking down the weed Shorty, throw it in the bag [Hook- The-Dream] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag [Bridge - Fabolous] Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag [Hook- The-Dream] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag7

Hip-HopRap

Baby Don’t Go

Fabolous

[Hook: T-Pain & Fabolous & J.D.] I try to play cool Actin' like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin' at home, all alone Tryin' to keep myself from goin' crazy When I'm in the house, when I think about When I see you out, when I hear about (T-Pain) I want my baby back! ('Lo-so) And I thought it would be easy But it's hard for me to let you GO~! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't (Y'all know what this is) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Now I'm better than your ex, gon' be better than your next Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Tex-as Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out Nothin' to scream about just back your Bimmer out Pack it up in the trunk, go back to key my house 'Cause I can play cool, but I can't play fool There's options in break up, you ever play pool? Better do you cause I damn sure does me And what your buzz be is only because of me The wifey, hus-by, never was me I does me, trust me I don't wanna another you so I'mma slide (yup) But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Hook: T-Pain & Fabolous & J.D.] I try to play cool Actin' like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin' at home, all alone Tryin' to keep myself from goin' crazy (Crazy) When I'm in the house, when I think about When I see you out, when I hear about I want my baby back! Man I thought it would be easy But it's hard for me to let you, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't [Verse 2: Fabolous] Through the time I been alone, time I spent on phones Know you ain't lettin' them climb up in my throne Now, baby that lime with that Patron Have me talkin' crazy, it's time to come on home Now, I talk with someone above It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love Don't lose someone you love though over your pride Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side We break up to make up at Jacob's baby Her parents fought too, I'm the makeup baby Wake up baby, love'll have you open though I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show So I just can't bet on the next hand There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man [Hook: T-Pain & Fabolous & J.D.] I try to play cool Actin' like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin' at home, all alone Tryin' to keep myself from goin' crazy (Crazy) When I'm in the house, when I think about When I see you out, when I hear about I want my baby back! Man I thought it would be easy But it's hard for me to let you, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't [Verse 23 Fabolous] Now if you ain't never went through it you ain't really into it The next rap to show you I really been through it Every other day I'm givin' the love away That's what your friend's sister little brother say If I'mma do somethin', it's the undercover way When them hatin' ass watchdogs look the other way And others may not see that we need each other But if we on the same page we can read each other They should learn us, instead of try to turn us Mr. and Ms. Smith, we both got the burners - UP~! If you love your baby then turn this up Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup Relax, don't be tryin' to perm us up We already straight Yesss [Hook: T-Pain & Fabolous & J.D.] I try to play cool Actin' like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin' at home, all alone Tryin' to keep myself from goin' crazy (Yeah) When I'm in the house, when I think about When I see you out, when I hear about I want my baby back! Man I thought it would be easy But it's hard for me to let you, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't, go! Baby don't [Outro: Jermaine Dupri & T-Pain] Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man! Y'knahmean Ain't no way you can't dance on this Uhhh, T-Pain! I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy But it's hard for me to let you Go!3

Hip-HopRap

Soon You’ll Understand

JAY-Z

[Intro] Mmm, you don't understand now because you're cryin', and you hurt You'll understand soon enough Soon enough [Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand [Verse 1] You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all But you see how I am around girls; I ruin 'em all Plus your mom call me son, around you since I was small Shit, I watched you mature, nah, this ain't right But still when your boyfriend ditched you, life's a bitch you cried Over my right shoulder, I told you to wipe your eyes Take your time when you likin' a guy 'Cause if he sense that your feelings too intense, his pimp'll die I bought you earrings on your birthday Drove you to college your first day It must be sad, though it hurts to say We could never be a item, don't even like him You deserve better, this is ugly; Gina, please don't love me There's better guys out there other than me (You need a lawyer or a doctor or somebody like that, you know?) Like a lawyer or a doctor with a Ph.D Think of how upset your mother and brother would be If they found that you was huggin' me My conscience is fuckin' with me You might also like[Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand [Interlude] Man, I look in the eyes of our.. This.. our kid this whole life we made together.. We're tryin', really tryin' to make it work I'm young, and I ain't ready, and I told you [Verse 2] It ain't like, I ain't tell you from day one, I ain't shit When it comes to relationships, I don't have the patience Now it's too late, we got a little life together And in my mind I really want you to be my wife forever But in the physical it's like I'ma be trife forever A different girl every night forever; told you to leave But your stubborn and you love him and No matter what, despite all the fuckin' and the cheatin' You still won't leave him, now you're grievin' And I feel bad, believe me But I'm young and I ain't ready, and this ain't easy Wasn't fair to tell you to wait, so I told you to skate You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through Don't wanna fight, don't wanna fuss You the mother of my baby I don't want you to hate me, this is about us Rather me; I ain't ready to be what you want me to be And 'cause I love you, I want you to leave, please [Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand [Interlude] Mm... listen ma I mean, I seen you workin two or three jobs Daddy left; I, I thought I was makin' things better I made it worse [Verse 3] Dear ma, I'm in the cell, lonely as hell Writin' this scribe, thinkin' 'bout how you must feel inside You tried to teach me better, but I refused to grow Goddamn, I ain't the young man that you used to know You said the street claim lives, but I wanted things like Bling-bling ice; I was wrong in hindsight Shit, we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out But your house is your house, I ain't respect the rules I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs? Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin' Larry Love Meanwhile, you workin' hard, like 2 or 3 jobs Tryin' to feed me and my siblings, makin' an honest livin' Who am I kiddin'? I, call myself easin' the load I made the load heavy, I need money for commissary Try to understand, please [Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand8

Hip-HopRap

Break Up

Mario

[Intro: Woman] Bangladesh I love you, but I don't think I can love you anymore [Bridge: Sean Garrett, Mario & Gucci Mane] When I kiss you so good (Mario!) Why would you wanna break up? (Gucci, Gucci!) When this loving is so good Why would you wanna break up? (Sean Garrett the Pen) If I hit that so good Why would you wanna break up? (Gucci!) If this feeling is so good Why would you wanna break up? (We goin' in, oh!) [Chorus: Mario & Sean Garrett] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Now baby girl done dumped me, she no longer wants me I'm no longer hired, she said that I been fired On to the next one, more fish in the sea Girls are like buses—miss one, next fifteen, one comin' (Huh) Gucci Mane crazy and his ice game stuntin' (Burr!) Swag so stupid but the bitch straight dumped me Over, no more smoking doja Baby girl went AWOL, she used to be my soldier You might also like[Verse 2: Mario] (Don't) Don't I lace you with the Gucci? (Don't) Don't I deck you in the Louie? (Don't) Don't I make your earlobe freeze? (Don't) Don't when I dive, I dive deep? I know I be (Gone) I know I be (Gone) I know I be (Flirting with them girls) I know I be (Said I be right back but take too long) I know I be (Saying I be faithful but I don't) I know I be making you them promises, then breaking your heart again Telling you she wasn't who she was then we arguing But baby, I love you (Oh!) [Chorus: Mario & Sean Garrett] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? [Verse 3: Sean Garrett] You might be from the hood but to me (You're a model) Everything that I had ever seen (In a model) If you leavin' baby, don't leave me ('Til tomorrow) Tonight we gon' get a little tipsy (With a bottle) You gon' get me up, I'm gon' take 'em down I'ma change my ways, we gon' work it out Girl, I wouldn't be the same if you was with somebody else Girl, it wouldn't be the same if I was with somebody else I know I made mistakes before Promise you won't get hurt no more I got what you like and you know Once you lay down, it's on [Chorus: Mario, Sean Garrett & Gucci Mane] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood (Gucci!) Why would you wanna break up? (Gucci!) [Verse 4: Gucci Mane & Mario] Why you wanna leave me? You should wanna tease me Being icy ain't easy (Burr) I make it look easy (Burr) Used to cop you Bally (Gucci) let you rock Louie (Gucci) Now it's fuck shawty (Shawty) I don't like Gucci (Gucci, Gucci, oh!) [Chorus: Mario & Sean Garrett] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? [Outro: Mario] Why would you, break up, break up, break up? Yeah I'm back, baby...6

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Quitter (Everlast Diss)

Eminem

[Part I: Quitter] [Intro 1: Eminem] Yo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na) I dedicate this to you (Hahaha, yo) To all my fans, keepin' y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself 'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and Which I create, 'cause that's my mission So listen close, to what we say Because this type of fag claims to never be gay [Verse 1: Eminem] I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you (What?) I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (C'mon) And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you (Aw) Peckerwood mad 'cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country-western rap records are good" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Haha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin' to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career? I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (Bitch) And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too You might also like[Chorus 1: Eminem] You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you, I'ma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you, I swear to God, I'ma kill you [Verse 2: Eminem] Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke (Please) And I'ma tell these motherfuckin' fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you O-for-two Back in '94, Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin' DJ and stole him too So you fall in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck 'cause now your music sucks dick Mr.-Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker But never last, and Everlast is a [Chorus 1: Eminem] Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you, I'ma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you, I swear to God, I'ma kill you [Verse 3: Eminem] A'ight, look (Listen) So this is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin' Shit, in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey's And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch, cleanin' the toilets [Interlude 1: Eminem] Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off Ayo, Head (Hold up a minute) That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker [Part II: Hit 'Em Up (Remix)] [Intro 2: Eminem] Kill Whitey (Hahaha!) Kill Whitey, Detroit (What? What?) Kill Whitey, yo, yo Kill Whitey, haha, look [Verse 4: Eminem] First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a Muslim, but you Irish White So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight Plus, I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, 40 and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep 'em comin' while you runnin' out of breath Steady duckin' while I'm punchin' at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya With your three CDs nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with real MCs You ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life But Everlast might die tonight, haha! Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know [Chorus 2: Eminem] Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up [Interlude 2: Eminem] Hahaha Yo, check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots [Verse 5: Kon Artis] Yo Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo Whitey Ford's heart just stopped Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's gettin' his ass floored for talkin' back Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaurant, while I'm servin' ya Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch [Verse 6: Kuniva] Haha Now we got the whole industry makin' fun of you, Erik Where's your House of Pain now? It's only one of you, Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin' Belle Isle Bridge [Chorus 2: Eminem] Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up [Verse 7: Eminem] Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still? This ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin' killed With his chest open Tryna throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin' Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime 'Cause you suck, motherfucker, you should learn to rhyme Talkin' about you packin' pistols, but it's funny to me You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me I'm a paleface killer whale On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whippin' tail Ha, Erik, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? That shit was obvious, you pro'bly was gay Ha, now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop 49 thousand copies the week your shit drop While my sales makin' records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherfucker, I hit 'em up, haha [Verse 8: Proof & Eminem, Both] I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave. where bullets tear you in half (Haha) Fuck the music, we got a Uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated, you violated Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Iriscience get choked up and yoked up All you underground bitches, get your throats cut [Verse 9: Swifty McVay] What the fuck, is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box With 16 parts, I stomped on his heart D12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch Keep your restaurant locked and block your door 'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur [Verse 10: Eminem] You a Black Jesus, heart attack, seizures Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed-up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over the country [Outro: Eminem] Yo, ayo cut this shit off (Hahaha) Shit! Fuck him! That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done That's it, I'm sorry (No more) I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin' a man while he's down Goddamn! I quit! Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fuckin' punk Ayo!23

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I Want It All

Birdman

[Intro: Birdman] Yea Birdman, always priceless Cash Money, Young Money New money, swagged out Uptown we in the buildin' [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all [Verse 1: Birdman] Ride fly always on chrome Birds fly count when we get home Big money in da garbage can New money every time we land Big houses, new cars Uptown,Third Ward On the wall with platinum plaques In the club throwin' hundred stacks She fly, my kind, and I brought her inside She saw the marble floor, poppin' bottles blowin' dro She like just how I live Private jets from Beverly Hills Hundred mills on da platinum floor Hundred mills my son can glow You might also like[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] I want the world You want the pussy I want the pearl I want the life I want tonight My fruits of labor, I want 'em ripe That's right private flight Money get stacks to the highest height Better get your math and science right But I want the drama .. guided light I-I-I want the hype but I don't believe it I want it all but I know I don't need it Man, I just want what's cool And I want .. you! [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all [Verse 3: Birdman] Big diamond ring, Yea, yea Diamond face, hundred on 1 streak Everyday do it like it's no sleep 'Round the way, choke cause we got heat Hundred G's in the chopper, new fleet No money never get no time Get money, stay on a nigga mind Priceless strapped on a nigga street Uptown YMCMB Gotta-get-it-fuck-crime-get-money-all-da-time-gotta-know-'bout-me Bird-man .. OG Harley Davis pull up to the sun shine Tattoos blood line on mines Billionaires that's what it 'bout nigga Billionaires we get loud nigga [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all1

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Bossy

Birdman

[Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah sun shinin doin it like this-a-way 5 star doin it like everyday Pick mama up ridin with the paper plates Big houses 20 mills own estates Brought her to my town Showed her my uptown, showed her my uptown Show her whereIstood my ground How we did it how we put it down New money and we blowin straight out the pound To the mall let her do what she do She grind cause she wanna And she hustlin too I do it howIfeel I\'m da boss of my shit About 8, 9 o clock mama cookin my shit You might also like[Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss [Verse 2: Birdman] When you see baby girl nigga rockin red Best believe that she doin it for a nigga (Let it be known, I'm tha boss) Tear drop on her hand just like her man 14 tear drops nigga im the man Stand my ground do mines uptown Get it howIlive nigga show em howIput it down WhenIsee her on TV cuz It be like thats my blood (yeah) Cause she rep me thoroughly Uptown nigga hold me down thoroughly (Yeah) (Love it when im bossy) (Touch me when im bossy) (She thinks she is the boss) And she fuck me patiently And I love how she work me [Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss [Verse 3: Birdman] So im back in my hood in the neck of my woods 5 star you know im good (Let it be known, I'm tha boss) 5 star im out my hood Put in work lil daddy so you know its good Mama love my style I can't do it though Been through a whole bunch of yall solo You know its all good like I give it up Gave it up, Got it up Now im still standin up I got me somethin in the plan though Money in the hand doing it so Brando Bring her to an island let her piece it out Loving my gangster tatted out [Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss

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Any Man (Fuckin’ Crazy)

Eminem

[Produced by Mr. Walt of Da Beatminerz] [Intro] Hi! [Verse 1] Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with mace I laced the weed with insect repellent, better check to smell it Eminem starts with E, better check the spellin' With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my Adam's apple (hurry up!) Somebody dropped me on my head, and I'm for sure That my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months And said "I'm ready now, bitch! Ain't you feelin' these kicks, cunt?" The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell I'll probably have a cell next to a furnace in Hell I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs And I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns (Pssss! Ow!) I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it (yuck!) Hit you in the head with a brick 'til you plummet If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick 'til you numb it And all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it ‘Cause your style is like dying in my sleep, I don't feel it You might also like[Hook] ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin' crazy – hello, hi! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin' crazy [Verse 2] I'm ice-grillin' you, starin' you down with a gremlin grin I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym I'm Slim, the "Shady" is really a fake alias To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed Full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spasmatic Strapped to a Craftmatic adjustable bed Laid up in the hospital in critical condition I flatlined, jumped up, and ran from the mortician High speed, IV full of Thai weed Lookin' Chinese with my knees stuck together like Siamese Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians (Uh) Pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pens I hope God forgives me for my sins It probably all depends on if I keep on killin' my girlfriends [Hook] ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin' crazy – listen! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin' crazy [Verse 3] Last night, I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dust And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic, and that's all I can say I call in at work, ‘cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day Of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (RRARRRRH) Give me eleven Excedrin, my head'll spin Medicine'll get me revvin' like a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls 'til I shredded skin "Doctor, check this rash! Look how red it's been!" "It's probably AIDS!" "Forget it then." I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows That don't even make sense, like dykes using dildos So reach in your billfolds for ten ducats And pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on Rawkus "Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', I get weeded." My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldn't read it (damn!) [Hook] ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin' crazy – hello?! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin' crazy [Outro] Hi, something's not right I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded Slim Shady, I think that's my name Rawkus Records, fuckin' crazy Do you hear us? We're fuckin' crazy! All of us! Hi... bye... goodnight, somethin'24

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Bricks

Gucci Mane

[Intro: Yo Gotti] It's your boy Yo Gotti, yeah Gucci Mane La Flare My nigga Ralph in here Zaytoven on the beat, nigga And it's a street nigga holiday My nigga DJ Holiday, yeah [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] So Icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold twenty And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey Sike, the pack in and I'm working Drought season in, charged your ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low number The fish scale white, same color my Hummer Zone 6 polar bears never see summer It's winter all year 'cause the birds fly yonder 95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Gucci Mane] It's bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks [Verse 2: Yung Ralph] I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve That's sixteen bars, same price for a bird What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds? I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town So many bricks I can build my own apartment You better have a check when you come in my department Yes, I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes I got a trap house and a trap car A hundred thousand off a cap, that's a trap star All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Tony Montana, all I have in this world Is my hundred-round chopper and my white girl Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook Call the plug back, tell him he got took Know what that mean? This shit free That means none for him and more for me I took something, I'm gutter, bitch Don't trust me dawg, this that North Memphis shit Old school, new Porsche Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war Bricks, AKA my best friend Twenty-eight inch rims, call 'em grown men Dope stepped on, call it step-child I got that Slim Shady, we call it 8 Mile I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks12

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I’m Raw

Fabolous

[Intro] Yeah! (Raw, raw, raw, raw) Hahaha (Raw, raw, raw, raw) I got you (Raw, raw, raw, raw) R.I.P. to the competition, yeah (Raw, raw, raw, raw) Split these niggas to the raw meat [Verse] Bitch, I'm raw! So you hearing that any nigga out-cook me (What?) As suspect as R. Kelly with Girl Scout cookies (Hahaha) When you're talking to a pro, watch your mouth, rookie (Watch your mouth) Go in your shit, have your teeth playing mouth hooky (Nice!) You niggas must have heard me wrong I blame them horses when I turn that Porsche Turb-y on (Vroom-vroom!) My engine getting its Kentucky Derby on Seats is brunette (What else?), paint is dirty blonde (Woo!) Speaking of dirty blonde, say "Hi" to Curvy Don (Sup, doll?) Fergie jawn with the body movement of a turbillon I just watch her, it’s been a hectic year So I sit and get fried, call the weed "electric chair" But y’all on Death Row, one request left (Bet) You're looking for your girl? Oh, she just left (Tahaha) Her and my dick just became BFFs Then I threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F I’m raw-dog, y’all safe sex You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks (Haha) You can’t see me; neither can the flunkies under you (No) My shit bananas, like a monkey number-two (That's the shit) I’m bigger than tha— more like gorilla, though Nickname: "Funeral" (Uh-huh)—got that from this killer flow (Uh-huh) Everyhing's still a go (Yeah), my pockets be extra fat (Yeah) Big money on deck, like A-Rod's next to bat Shit, somebody contact the tabloids I’m a big deal like a contract from Bad Boy Yeah, it’s all good baby, baby! My swag plays a big part, so it’s all gravy We hit the club like Nino and the CMB (Yeah) Pretty mixed bitch: I just call her "PMB" (Yeah) Watch your step, baby, getting out that GMC (Woo!) You bust your ass, girl, we both gon' be on TMZ (Woo!) Don’t be shy—let them cameras expose you (Know why?) The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you (What else?) People running up like, "Damn, I knows you! Hey, ain’t you...?" Yeah, I am that bitch Six feet deep, nigga—yeah, I am that ditch (Ugh) Throw it in the bag in a recession—I am that rich (Ugh!) I’m under close watch, niggas got binoculars I ain’t what's popping, bitch; I’m what’s popular If I’m the one to go at, nigga, what’s stopping you? I call my gun "Nadia," and I be finger-popping her Keep that bitch cumming, like, "Blocka, blocka" Go to your head like a shot of vodka Rock a sick fit—call a doctor, partner You'd think I had a Gucci deal: Waka Flocka Yeah, I'm too fucking raw (What you say?) Yeah, you heard me—I'm too fucking raw See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Outro] (Raw, raw, raw, raw) Funeral (Raw, raw, raw, raw) (Raw, raw, raw) (Raw, raw, raw, raw) (Raw, raw, raw)2

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Airplanes

B.o.B

[Chorus: Hayley Williams, B.o.B] Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now, can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now (Yeah) [Verse 1: B.o.B] I could use a dream or a genie or a wish To go back to a place much simpler than this 'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin' And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion And all the pandemonium and all the madness There comes a time where you fade to the blackness And when you starin' at that phone in your lap And you hopin', but them people never call you back But that's just how the story unfolds You get another hand soon after you fold And when your plans unravellin', they're sayin' "What would you wish for if you had one chance?" So airplane, airplane, sorry, I'm late I'm on my way, so don't close that gate If I don't make that, then I switch my flight And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night You might also like[Chorus: Hayley Williams, B.o.B, Hayley Williams & B.o.B] Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now, can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: B.o.B] Somebody take me back to the days Before this was a job, before I got paid Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank Yeah, back when I was tryna get a tip at Subway And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it But, nowadays, we rappin' to stay relevant I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes Then maybe, oh, maybe I'll go back to the days (Days) Before the politics that we call the rap game And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape And back before I tried to cover up my slang But this is for Decatur—what's up, Bobby Ray? So, can I get a wish to end the politics? (Oh) And get back to the music that started this shit? So here I stand, and then again, I say I'm hopin' we can make some wishes out of airplanes [Chorus: Hayley Williams, B.o.B, Hayley Williams & B.o.B] Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now, can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now [Outro: B.o.B, Hayley Williams] I could really use a wish right now (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I, I, I could really use a wish right now (Mm) Like, like Like shooting stars (Ah) I, I could I could, I could really use a wish right now A wish, a wish right now (A wish right now)91

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Heart of a Lion (Kid Cudi Theme Music)

Kid Cudi

[Verse 1] Please save a kid that needs some help And I can't begin to think of anything that could help But the weed is guaranteed, indeed, just what I need How I feel, upon a time, so recent in time, made me sad When I recollect how it used to be Like David and Goliath, kinda like me And the Devil tryna rip out my soul Tryna catch a nigga on sleep, no-no You can try again and I'll be ready Won't let you kill me in my dream like Freddy Krueger No, I'm not no loser, I'll see you in Hell [Chorus] At the end of the day, day My mama told me don't let no one break me, let no one break me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day Nobody, nobody ever could stop me, ever could stop me (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day You can't regret it if you were trying, if you were trying (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day I'm walking with a heart of a lion, yeah See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2] Please save a kid that needs some help And I can't see ahead of me so I move in stealth Hide and seek within a dream, I seem to glide above my horror Though I feel I'll never be complete inside the dark I borrow To proceed and remain intact, my mental is so unstable And they talk and judge a man They have no clue of what I'm capable 'Til I show a side of me no one had thought could be within I told you, no I'm not a loser, I'll see you in Hell [Chorus] At the end of the day, day My mama told me don't let no one break me, let no one break me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day Nobody, nobody ever could stop me, ever could stop me (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day You can't regret it if you were trying, if you were trying (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day I'm walking with a heart of a lion, yeah [Bridge] No, no, no, no, no, no, no The heart of a lion, the heart of a lion Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no The heart of a lion Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no The heart of a lion, the heart of a lion Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 3] I'm just a kid who needs no help I've achieved a bigger thing No cash or check could be more blessed And if you had ever seen the things I've seen up in my slumber You'd be shook, stay awake No need to run, your fate would follow You should know, not for the faint at heart This world understands no coward It's a goal, a simple code, I stay on the grind to the 25th hour And I know the fight in me is somewhere hiding deep within I told you, no, I'll never let you drag me down to Hell [Chorus] At the end of the day, day My mama told me don't let no one break me, let no one break me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day Nobody, nobody ever could stop me, ever could stop me (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day You can't regret it if you were trying, if you were trying At the end of the day, day (Yeah, yeah, no) I'm walking with a heart of a lion, yeah [Outro] No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah...36

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Dumb It Down

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Carrera (Dumb it down!) Coolest nigga, what? (Dumb it down!) F-N-F, up! (Dumb it down!) (Dumb it down!) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded But I'ma find it, I can feel its nearness But I'ma veer, so I don't come near Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this Clearly cause my blindness The windshield is menstrual, the whole grill is roadkill So trill and so sincere, yeah, I'm both them there Took both pills when the bloke in the trench coat And the locs in the chair had approached him here Made it clear as a ghost or a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts Who supplier of the notes to the living Riveting as Rosie, pockets full of posies Given to the mother of the deceased Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace You might also like[Hook 1: Gemini] You going over niggas heads, Lu (Dumb it down!) They telling me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down!) We ain't graduate from school, nigga (Dumb it down!) Them big words ain't cool, nigga (Dumb it down!) Yeah I heard "Mean and Vicious," nigga (Dumb it down!) Make a song for the bitches, nigga! (Dumb it down!) We don't care about the weather nigga (Dumb it down!) You'll sell more records if you (Dumb it down!) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless Now as far as the hearing, I've found it It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is But the doorknockers on the ear Of a stewardess in a Lear, she's fine and she's flying I feel I'm flying by 'em, cause my mind's on cloud nine And in a mine at the same time Pimps see the wings on the Underground King Who's also Klingon, to infinity and beyond Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon Or lion in the desert I'm flying on Pegasus, you're flying on a pheasant Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers Spit, "hot fiya" like Dylan on Chappelle's skit Yeah, smell it on my unicorn Don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn Sleep? [Hook 2: Graham Burris] You've been shedding too much light, Lu (Dumb it down!) You're makin 'em wanna do right, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're gettin' self-esteem, Lu (Dumb it down!) These girls are trying to be queens, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're trying to graduate from school, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're startin' to think that smart is cool, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're trying to get up out the hood, Lu (Dumb it down!) I'll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down!) [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless Like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless With no neck left to hang the chain with Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft And I ain't used my headrest yet They said they need proof like a vestless chest About the best-fed F-F jet in the nest Who exudes confidence and excess depth Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba Lu the ruler around these seas Westside Poseidon, Westside beside 'em Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly with Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves David Blaine, make it rain You make a boat, I make a plane Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again Westside! [Hook 3: Gemini] You putting me to sleep, nigga (Dumb it down!) 'S'why you ain't popping in the streets, nigga! (Dumb it down!) You ain't winning no awards nigga! (Dumb it down!) Robots and skateboards, nigga?! (Dumb it down!) GQ Man of the Year, G? (Dumb it down!) Shit ain't rocking over here, B (Dumb it down!) Won't you talk about your cars nigga? (Dumb it down!) And what the fuck is Goyard nigga (Dumb it down!) Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down!) Po' CHAMPAGNE on a bitch! (Dumb it down!) What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?! (Dumb it down!) ...How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down!) [Outro: Gemini] Look B, here's my main, my two-way Uh, what should I, ah, here take this That right there, fuck what my boys'll talk about me, nigga Nigga, you hot to me! I like you! (Dumb it down!) [Outro 2: Lupe Fiasco] Bishop G, they told me I should come down, cousin But I flatly refuse: I ain't dumb down nothing!30

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Purple Pills

D12

[Intro: Eminem] Uh Yo, yo, yo, yo [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Verse 1: Eminem] Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of Valium inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I can't describe the vibe I get When I drive by six people and five I hit (Whoops!) Aw shit, I started a mosh pit Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids These shrooms make me hallucinate Then I sweat 'til I start losin' weight 'Til I see dumb shit start happenin' Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin' to rap again So bounce, bounce! Come on, bounce! *Gunshots* I said come on, bounce! Everybody in the house with a half an ounce (Me!) Not weed, I meant coke; dumb-ass, sit down! (Oh) We don't bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is passin' out Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out (Come on) You might also like[Verse 2: Kuniva, Kon Artis (& Eminem)] Fuck that, someone help Denaun He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn Hey Von, you see me steppin' on these leprechauns? It gotta be acid 'cause the X is gone Yeah, I took 'em all, dawg, with some Parmesan And I think my arm is gone — No, it's probably numb Young, dumb, and full of cum And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue Scary-ass, it was a false alarm You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on? Well, stop actin' stupid; you so high That you might wake up with a guy on some new shit Yeah, I think I did too much (Huh-uh) This substance equals cuffs (Huh-uh) Red pills, blue pills, and green Big pills — (That's ill!) — Mescaline [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Bridge: Eminem] Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin'... I don't know [Verse 3: Proof & Bizarre] Pop pills, pills I pop Pop two pills, on stilts I walk Snort two lines that were filled with chalk Thought I was incredible and killed the Hulk I wanna roll away like a rollerblade Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days And when I'm old and gray look for dope to smoke? No? Okey-doke, I'm packin' my nose with coke (*Coughing*) Am I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ah, poor baby, born by a whore lady Now I gotta strangle an {infant} (You're crazy!) [Verse 4: Swift, Bizarre (& Eminem)] I pop four E's at one time And I don't need water when I'm swallowin' mine (Hey, you got any shrooms?) Does Bizarre smoke crack? We can't get jobs, 'cause our arms show tracks Why the hell you niggas think I rap? We do it just to get your company hijacked If you like smack, then I might too (Swift, chill!) I just wanna get high like you And I don't give a damn if they white or blue (Huh-uh) Speed, shrooms, down the Valiums (Huh-uh) Even smoke weed out of vacuums I just copped some and I'm goin' back soon [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Verse 5: Bizarre] I'm at a rave, lookin' like a slave High off chronic Gin and tonic demonic Body smell like vomit Pussy poppin', acid droppin' Dope-heady guy Heroin mescaline Pencil leads, wanna try? Blue pills, golden seals Got Bizarre actin' ill Drugs kill (Yeah, right) Bitch, I'm for real! Shut yo' mouth, you dirty slut You know you want it in your butt I'll put it in your cunt Let Bizarre nut! [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Bridge: Eminem] Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin'... I don't know57

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Ski Mask Way

50 Cent

[Intro] Yeah I'm tryna catch me something A little jux or something [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money [Verse 1] You wanna spray at me? Go 'head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Your little sister calling you stupid, reason why? Her and your mama in the living room now hog-tied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait Got a brand-new SIG and that old .38 I be scheming to put a little bread on my plate Watching dreads serve skunk through a hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch, please This the stash house, jackpot, there go them keys My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna I'm serious, man, I'm so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffrey's career Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, YEAH! See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money [Verse 2] Who's that peeping in my window? Wow—the Feds on me now They know when I'm sleeping, they know when I'm wake I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screaming, "Fuck Jake!" I'm trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This town's one big pussy, waiting to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs Then I'm back doing me, I'm back out on a spree Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D Get me a little crew, I'll have 'em pumping for me The more product I take, the more paper we see Change my name in NY, they don't know where I be Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money10

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Treat Her Like a Prostitute

Slick Rick

[Intro] Here's an oldie but goodie Hit it [Verse 1] Excuse me (what?) Can I have your attention? (mhm-hmm) There's just a few things that I've got to mention (mhm-hmm) There's girlies out here that seem appealing But they all come in your life and cold hurt your feelings I'm telling you, as Rick is my name I wouldn't trust no girl unless she feels the same [Hook] Treat 'em like a prostitute (do what?) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my first example [Verse 2] Now ya been with your girlfriend for quite a while Plans for the future, she's having your child Celebrate with friends drinking cans and quarts Telling all your friends about your family thoughts One friend was drunk so he starts to act wild He tells the truth about the kid, "It's not your child" Acting like a jerk and on his face was a smirk He said, "Your wife went berserk while you was hard at work" And she led him on and tried to please him She didn't waste time, she didn't try to tease him See Slick Rick LiveGet tickets as low as $75You might also like[Hook] Treat 'em like a prostitute (do what?) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my second example [Verse 3] Now your wife, you buy the tramp jewels and clothes You get sentimental and bring home a rose Give her everything 'cause you swear she's worth it All your friends tell you "The bitch don't deserve it" Love is blind, so there goes your wealth Until one day, you see things for yourself Came home from work early Mr. Loverman You had a card and some candy in your right hand There's the mailman, he was short yet stout He went inside your house and didn't come back out, bust it Just a friendly stop, come on, is it? The mailman comes and he pays your wife a visit? The thought alone makes your temperature boil You say to yourself "She might still be loyal" You open up your door and stand in a trance You see the mailman's bag and the mailman's pants Came home to party, at work had a hard day Look around your house and you say "Where the hell are they?" Run upstairs up to your bedroom You look inside your room, you see something brewin' Cover your mouth because you almost choke You see the mailman's dick way up your wife's throat [Hook] Treat 'em like a prostitute (mhm-hmm) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my last example [Verse 4] Now your girl, she don't like to have sex a lot And today she's ready and she's hot, hot, hot As you open up the door she says "Get on the floor" She wants to try things she's never tried before She takes off your drawers and works you over She calls you Twinkles and you call her Rover Next thing you know the ho starts to ill She says "I love you, Harold" and your name is Will That's not the half 'til you start to ride her Take off your rubber and there's one more inside her It's not yours - who can it be? I think it was a slick rapper, his name is M.C. Ricky [Outro] Treat 'em like a prostitute Don't treat no girlie well, treat no girlie well Treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop4

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Nutmeg

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know I don't really mean no harm But it just happens you know When I step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though, ayo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic, let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it Scotty Wotty copper tipped me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak a lemon pie I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first On how I shitted on your turf, half time, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry dripping Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs Give one to Rae', let's season they broth Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneed a Sheeba for hiva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off You might also like[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... yeah I just want y'all niggas Smack all y'all niggas, and niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge Porridge for the biggest bear, seasoned giraffe ribs Rotissiere roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking deuce pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shit? Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung! Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies? Get in line, punk! You should be studying your arts instead of studying me! That's how you lost your first job, punk! Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up! Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga He was on the fourth, I was on the third [Verse 3: RZA] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff Black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Power-U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock I used to run up and pick, a crab lock Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ave Incognito, fatal Hapkido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thong Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting Ring dings, right through your head bing Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero And snap my fingers like the Fonz And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake Used to fuck her when she menstruate But it made her hyperventilate [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know Jersey! I know, I know, I know Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, break it down!10

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’Till I Collapse

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired Yo, left, yo, left Feel weak and when you feel weak Yo, left, right, left You feel like you wanna just give up Yo, left, yo left But you gotta search within you Yo, left, right, left Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you Yo, left, yo left And get that motivation to not give up Yo, left, right, left And not be a quitter, no matter how bad Yo, left, yo left You wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Yo, left, right, left [Verse 1: Eminem] 'Til I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em 'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em ‘Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pennin' 'em And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sendin' 'em? Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop Amoxicillin's just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin', hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners You're comin' with me, feel it or not You're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us to shock Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up? Fa' shizzle, my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck You might also like[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Eminem] 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me [Verse 2: Eminem] Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin' your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it 'cause you may never get it again So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when it's at its end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me That's why you see me walk around like nothing's botherin' me Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney — Nate, hit me! [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Eminem] 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me [Verse 3: Eminem] Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And it's absurd how people hang on every word I'll prob'ly never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first ‘Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em The track is on some battlin' raps, who wants some static? ‘Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Eminem] 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me [Outro: Eminem, Nate Dogg, Eminem & Nate Dogg] Until the roof, until the roof The roof comes off, the roof comes off Until my legs, until my legs Give out from underneath me I, I will not fall, I will stand tall Feels like no one can beat me543

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O.P.P.

Naughty By Nature

[Intro: Treach] Arm me with harmony Dave, drop a load on 'em [Verse 1: Treach] O.P.P., how can I explain it? I'll take it, frame by frame it To have y'all all jumpin', shoutin', sayin' it O is for "other," P is for "people," scratch your temple The last P, well, that's not that simple, huh It's sort of like, oh well, another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missing here You get it on occasion if the other party isn't gaming It seems I gotta start the explaining, bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello? You get her name and number, then left feeling real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend's or her cousin's house? It's not a front, an F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Oh, that's why she's scary) It's O.P.P. time, other people's, but you get it There's no room for relationships, there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm getting at? Who think it's wrong 'cause I was splitting and co-hitting that? Well, if you do, that's O.P.P., and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership You might also like[Chorus] You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Every last homie) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (All the homies) [Verse 2: Treach] Well, for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted The first two letters the same, but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean, I call it the leanest It's another five-letter word rhyming with "cleanest" or "meanest" I won't get into that, I'll do it, uh, sort of properly I'll say the last P, hmm, stands for "property" Now lady, here comes a kiss Blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who had another like a girl or wife? And you just had to stop a toast 'cause he looked just that nice? You looked at him, he looked at you, and you knew right away He had someone, but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him at all and still you didn't care 'Cause in a room behind a door, no one but y'all are there When y'all are finished, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And y'all could throw that skeleton bone right in the closet door Now don't be shy, 'cause if you're down, I want your hands up high Say O.P.P. (O.P.P.), I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount [Chorus] You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Every last lady) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (All the ladies) [Verse 3: Treach] A scab tried to O.P.P. me, I had a girl and she knew that Matter fact, her and my girl was partners that Had a fall-out, disagreement, yeah, an argument She tried to do me, so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing, it must've been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cause after that she kept on coming back and catching feelings I said, "Let's go, my girl is coming, so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you, Treach," I said, "Now, child, please You gots to leave, come grab your coat right now, you gotta go" I said, "Now look, you choose the stairs or choose the stair window This was a fling, a little thing you shouldn't have brought your heart 'Cause you know I was O.P.P., hell, from the very start" Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this O.P.P. establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting, isn't it? A special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta O.P.P. messing with Him or her, for sure, I'm going to admit it When O.P.P. comes, damn skippy, I'm with it [Chorus] You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (This whole party) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (This whole party) [Outro: Treach] Break it down30

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Machine Gun Funk

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore Appeal that you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher Williams Still some MC's got to feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know (Let 'em know), that if you fuck with Big and Heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me! Just for niggas actin' shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker 'Specially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glockses It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates, the funk, baby! [Chorus] I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk You might also like[Verse 2] All I want is bitches, big booty bitches! Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin' in my business, what is this Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not? Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the Ave., I'm real hard to find now 'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the **** I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts and bitches suckin' dick, the funk, baby! [Chorus] I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk (Uh) I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk [Verse 3] So I guess you know the story; the rap side, crack side How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy! The place where my head rests Fifty-shot clip if a nigga wan' test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina "What's love got to do..." When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew? Strapped like Bamboo, but I don't sling guns I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life! Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes! It's type simple and plain to maintain I add a little funk to the brain, the funk, baby! [Chorus] I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk45

Hip-Hop

Icy

Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Will] Gucci Mane La Flare Yeah, where yo ice at? Where yo chain and yo rings at? Where yo bling at? I'm icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy I'm so icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy [Chorus: Lil Will & Jeezy] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it I'm so icy, so icy Girl don't try to fight it All your friends invited (uh, uh-uh, uh, chyeah) I'm so icy, so icy (uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, let's go) [Verse 1: Jeezy] Got a house around my neck and my wrist on chill (chill) Any given time, 250 in your grill (a quarter million?) All I do is talk shit (ayy) You can even add a couple grand for my outfit Yeah, you better act like you know man (what?) In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman You get it? (get it?) Jeezy the Snowman (chyeah) I'm iced out (ayy), plus I got snow, man (ayy) Let it marinate, y'all niggas slow man (slow man) (Man what the fuck y'all? Dumb ass) I used to get nineteen for a beat (chyeah) Call me Ginuwine, the same ol' G (ol' G) I'm the shit bitch, I need toilet paper (damn) And some air freshener, nigga, fuck a hater These niggas don't like me (why?) I'm with the Gucci Mane and I'm so icy See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Lil Will] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it (ooh, you know they like it) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby) Girl don't try to fight it (don't try to fight it) All your friends invited (all your friends) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, girl you know I'm icy) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] She digging my fit, she think I'm the shit (think I'm the shit) Is this the chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist (the watch in my wrist) Maybe the ice in my ear, or the bracelet (my bracelet) But she look like the type that could take a dick (take the dick) Uh, young Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane) Don't kiss me baby, you can kiss my chain (kiss my chain) Uh, you gotta be a dime piece (dime piece) Just to look at the rocks in my time piece (time piece) Uh, I come through in a drop top Jag (drop top tag) Or a old school Chevy with the antique tags ('tique tags) My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady (walk steady) Niggas copping ice we done done it already (oh!) Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie I ride big Chevys cause a nigga ain't petty I'm icy (so icy, so icy), so motherfuckin' snowed up Little kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up Uh, me, Jeezy and Boo We ain't hatin pussy nigga go and do what you do 'Cause we icy (so icy), so icy (so icy) We icy (so icy), so icy (so icy) [Chorus: Lil Will] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it (ooh, you know they like it) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby I'm so icy) Girl don't try to fight it (don't you fight it) All your friends invited (all your friends) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, I'm so icy) [Verse 3: Boo] Yeah, I'm hoppin' out the range wit the seats piped out You can still see my chain even when the lights out (lights out) 'Cause that's how mobsters do it Spit a little game, give 'em that flossin' music I'm the man from the C-H-I These lames runnin' 'round thinkin' they so fly Got a little buzz but Boo been too high I'm pullin' hoes in the club and I don't even try I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick I tell her holla at Jeezy if you wanna pop Cris Get at Gucci Mane cause he on some hood shit And you know I'm in the cut, grippin' my .45 Like let a nigga trip, nah we ain't runnin' We just takin all your chicks, buyin' drinks, gettin' blunted Groupies, show you how to do this son We throwin' out hundreds while you savin them ones, nigga [Bridge: Lil Will] I got so many rocks, in my chain and watch I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick I know I'm the bomb, just look at my charm I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick [Chorus: Lil Will] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it (oh you know that them girls like it) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby) Girl don't try to fight it All your friends invited I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby I'm so icy) [Outro: Lil Wil] Look at my charm My chain hang down to my dick Hahahaha12

Hip-HopRap

Good Dank

Wiz Khalifa

[Intro] Yeah Ten steps ahead of these niggas That's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas Fool Kush and orange juice, nigga I'm tryna use better words... Bitch Jerm on the boards This time around we want all the money You niggas short changin' and shit Show somethin' Champagne and E-Z widers Presidential views [Verse 1] I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do Joints I flick Bomb raps I kicks off Can't rip this off Tag on your mattress, fool You'd rather be high This that shit, bitch Now you in the presence of the fly Louis cover my eyes Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans Fam, these 675 Rap ass niggas tellin you lies Runnin' game, some things money just can't disguise That's why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride You a lame, cause I'm good wit a couple niggas who ride Look fella Trees yellin' Just by the smell you can tell us Chronic I smoke hella My pockets want mozzarella Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers Got my paper right Now we like white boy hair the way they jeal-ous See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Hook] When we come we came to spend money We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin' their hoes She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank Then go back to my place don't ask you already know Ain't worried 'bout another nigga While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side But they don't wanna see me fly They don't wanna see me fly The life is all I know To live this way, I chose Grindin' paid its toll Oh, oh Now everywhere I go I fly [Verse 2] Most of my bitches use and abuse These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes When all they really need is kush and orange juice Shit, that's what I feed 'em They download my songs Watch my interviews and read 'em Treat her like you love her I fuck her once then I don't need her I'm playin' I keep a couple of them skinnies That I hit up anytime I'm in they city Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin' Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in Niggas'll talk slick, but me I'm gettin to the paper Cause they see us and act like they never hated Gang, gang [Hook] When we come we came to spend money We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin their hoes She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank Then go back to my place don't ask you already know Ain't worried 'bout another nigga While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side But they don't wanna see me fly They don't wanna see me fly The life is all I know To live this way, I chose Grindin' paid its toll Oh, oh Now everywhere I go I fly [Outro] Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle Add the orange juice nigga12

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Miracles

Insane Clown Posse

[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] We got a theory You see, Mike, we got a theory About magic, and miracles That's right, that's right [Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] If magic is all we've ever known Then it's easy to miss what really goes on But I've seen miracles in every way And I see miracles every day Oceans spanning beyond my sight And a million stars way above 'em at night We don't have to be high to look in the sky And know that's a miracle opened wide Look at the mountains, trees, the seven seas And everything chilling underwater, please! Hot lava, snow, rain and fog Long neck giraffes, pet cats and dogs And I've seen eighty-five thousand people All in one room, together as equal Pure magic is the birth of my kids I've seen shit that'll shock your eyelids The sun and the moon, and even Mars The Milky Way and fucking shooting stars UFOs, a river flows Plant a little seed and nature grows Niagara Falls and the pyramids Everything you believed in as kids Fucking rainbows, after it rains There's enough miracles here to blow your brains I fed a fish to a pelican at Frisco Bay It tried to eat my cell phone, he ran away And music is magic, pure and clean You can feel it and hear it but it can't be seen You might also like[Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] (Are you a believer in miracles?) Music is all magic You can't even hold it (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) It's just there in the air (Are you a believer in miracles?) Pure motherfuckin' magic. Right? This shit'll blow your motherfuckin' mind (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) [Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Music is a lot like love, it's all a feeling And it fills the room from the floor to the ceiling I see miracles all around me Stop and look around, it's all astounding Water, fire, air and dirt Fucking magnets, how do they work? And I don't wanna talk to a scientist Y'all motherfuckers lying, and getting me pissed Solar eclipse, and vicious weather Fifteen thousand Juggalos together And I love my mom, for giving me this Time on this planet, taking nothing for granted I seen a caterpillar turn into a butterfly Miracles ain't nothing to lie Shaggy's little boys look just like Shaggy And my little boy looks just like daddy Miracles each and everywhere you look And nobody has to stay where they put This world is yours, for you to explore It's nothing but miracles beyond your door The Dark Carnival is your invitation To witness that without explanation Take a look at this fine creation And enjoy it better with appreciation Crows, ghosts, the midnight coast The wonders of the world, mysteries the most Just open your mind, and it ain't no way To ignore the miracles of every day And that's real [Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] (Are you a believer in miracles?) Magic everywhere in this bitch (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) It's all around you, you don't even know it (Are you a believer in miracles?) Shit's crazy (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) (So many miracles, the magic miracles) [Outro] Are you a believer in miracles? Do you have time for the miracles? Do you notice and recognize miracles? So many miracles, the magic miracles [Skit] Well, we're here! We came all the way to Ash, Nevada! Come on! Where's the show and where's our money? I came all the way from England! Where's me bloody 'undred thousand pounds? What I wanna know is where in hell is my goddamn hundred thousand dollars? And where can I get some beer in this motherfucker? I thought this was a carnival. Where's all the sexy kids at? Don't tell me I brought all this candy for nothing! I didn't come all this way to stand around here with all these goddamn tadpoles! Let's get a move on! Start this shit so we can get paid! We came a long way to see this shit! It'd better be worth it, or Imma kill somebody! Mother fucker!19

Rock

Full Clip

Gang Starr

[Intro: DJ Premier] Big L, rest in peace! Do you wanna mess with this I'm one of the best yet We got it You can feel the realness In this business of rap Go ahead [Verse 1: Guru] Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G to the Starr, son Haters took this shit too far, son So that's all for you, I'm wipin' out your whole team to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, and by surprise, you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless Every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter, fuck around, make you a martyr I make you famous, turn around, then make you nameless ‘Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one You might also like[Chorus: DJ Premier] Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good in this business of rep Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest [Verse 2: Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray Learn that if you come against me, son, you're gonna have to pray Since back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up They wanna see the god catch an L, it's all a set-up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggas so jealous and looking sour over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you impossible to drop I'm like two magazines fully-loaded to your one Plus, I ain't gonna quit spittin' 'til you're done Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits that'll live forever Catchin' rep off my name, you're bound to fry Know how many niggas that I know is down to die? We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggas talk crime, but you scared of jail [Chorus: DJ Premier] Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good in this business of rep Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good So I suggest you take a rest [Verse 3: Guru] are trigger-happy Blowing back your wig piece Just for the way you're looking at me Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flamethrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya How many times I told ya? Play your position, small soldier! My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beating me in the head, son, nah, I'm not buyin' it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah, I'm ready to dip with all the cash I hold my chrome steady with a tight grip So watch your dome already, 'cause this one might hit [Chorus: DJ Premier] Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good in this business of rap Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet (The-the-the best yet) I'm nice like that It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest F-f-f-full clip, f-f-f-full clip37

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Mass Appeal

Gang Starr

[Produced by DJ Premier & Guru] [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" [Verse 1] No way, you'll never make it Come with the weak shit, I'll break it Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one-time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under their noses I hate those motherfuckin' posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me And no, we don't make wack tracks And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin' real facts I represent, set up shit like a tent, boy You're paranoid 'cause you're a son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" You might also like[Verse 2] Oh yes, I'm greater than all MC's when I breeze Give me room, please I be like fascinatin' when I be updatin' Cuttin' off wack kids, pullin' their trump cards I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God Niggas be pretendin' they're hardcore Never know the meanin' of (raw) But I get props like a slogan And no man could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connectin', complete mic-wreckin' No double-checkin', vocals kill like weapons But if I have to, I go all out with no mic Yeah, that's right, 'cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care 'Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel 'Cause suckers be like playin' themselves to have mass appeal [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" [Verse 3] I know I'm dope, but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm makin' greenbacks Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb Just like the seashore, I'm calm but wild With my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond, I go on and on For you it's tragic, I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I bet ya Those who kick dirt, in due time I'm gonna get ya 'Cause I be kickin' the real While they be losin' the race tryin' to chase mass appeal [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal"26

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B.O.B.

OutKast

[Intro: André 3000] One, two One, two, three, yeah! [Verse 1: André 3000] Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans You can't stop the train Who want some? Don't come unprepared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weatherman tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hit somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget The 1-9-9-9 Anno Domini, anything goes Be what you wanna be as long as you know Consequences are given for livin' The fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell—hot! Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul-gold grill and a baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong Well not really, it was bad all along Before you left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let yo' brain breathe Believe there's always mo', ow! You might also like[Chorus: André 3000 & Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! (Yeah, ha, ha, yeah) Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! (Yeah, oh-ah) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! (Ha, ha, ha, yeah) Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! [Verse 2: Big Boi] Uno, dos, tres, it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? Like that there, boy, and will still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend dyin' to geek OutKast bumpin' up and down the street Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five niggas deep 75 MC's freestylin' to the beat 'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club Shoulda bought an ounce, but you copped a dub Shoulda held back, but you throwed a punch 'Posed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl, four-year—Jordan Never turned my back on my kids, for them Should've hit it, quit it, rag-top Before you re-up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coal Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, "Control" Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows, then block the corridors Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order Like a three-piece fish 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Pitty-pat rappers tryna get to five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide 'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha-ha! [Chorus: André 3000 & Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! (Ah, yeah) Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! (Ah, yeah) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! (Y'all over, yeah) Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! [Break: Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! Bombs over Baghdad, yeah! [Bridge: André 3000, Big Boi] André B-I-G B-O-I Bob, bob, bob, bob OutKast South of Georgia [Outro: André 3000 & Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top (One, two, one, two, three, let's go!) Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival63

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Rosa Parks

OutKast

[Intro: André 3000 + Debra Killings] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Cut it up, oh, oh, oh! Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 1: Big Boi] Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin' another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin' every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you sounding silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doing doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down But us gon' bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say You might also like[Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say, ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 2: André 3000] I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate, then activate the left and right brain Said, "Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what That's one to live by or either that's one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure, André" Got to her station, "Here's my destination" She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower, kinda sour 'cause my favorite group ain't comin' wit' it But I'm witcha 'cause you probably goin' through it anyway But anyhow, when in doubt Went on out and bought it 'cause I thought it would be jammin' But examine all the flawsky-wawsky, awfully Sad and it's costly, but that's all she Wrote, and I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote That I wanna hear when I'm goin' down When all's said and done and we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin' and slowin' down All y'all can say is, "Them niggas earned the crown," but until then [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Harmonica Solo: Pastor Robert Hodo] [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Outro: Debra Killings, Big Boi] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Guitar Solo: Martin Terry] [Skit: Raekwon & Big Boi] It's just major right here, you know what I'm saying, yo son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man Word man, glad we got together to do this, you know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West, you know what I'm saying, we doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop We handling the Earth right now you niggas don't even know For sure You know what I mean? If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldn't be the same You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative. You know what I'm sayin'? Some people don't wanna hear the same old thing over and over No doubt, you gotta come provocative nigga, know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? It's like yo, niggas don't even know, son, yo we gon' play some funky shit for ya That's right Straight up, pay up, pay up nigga From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that, yeah! Hit this Henny42

Hip-HopRap

Ms. Jackson

OutKast

[Intro: André 3000] Yeah, this one right here goes out To all the baby's mamas' mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas' mamas Yeah, go like this [Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Verse 1: Big Boi] My baby's drama mama don't like me She be doin' things like havin' them boys Come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills—I pay that I love your mom and everything But see, I ain't the only one who laid down She wanna rib you up to start a custody war My lawyers stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story We was divided She had fish fries, cookouts for my child's birthday, I ain't invited Despite it I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah You might also like[Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Bridge: André 3000] Me and your daughter got a special thang goin' on You say it's puppy love; we say it's full-grown (Arroof) Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather Ms. Jackson [Verse 2: André 3000] Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin', find The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing Together dream 'bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever ever? Forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had I pray so much about it, need some knee pads It happened for a reason, one can't be mad So know this, know that everything's cool And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation [Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Verse 3: Big Boi] "Look at the way he treats me" Shit, look at the way you treat me You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls Done got your ass sent up the creek, G Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out Now you and your girl ain't speakin' no more 'Cause my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talkin' about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating In the year 2G, they be the same thing So who you placin' the blame on? You keep on singin' the same song; let bygones be bygones And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama [Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times160

Hip-HopRap

One Love

Nas

[Produced by Q-Tip] [Verse 1: Nas] What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged—plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together? If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove (One what?) One love! [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love You might also like[Verse 2: Nas] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin' on The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin' That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurtin' somethin' Word to mother, I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your Glock And now they run together — what up, son? Whatever Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it lowkey So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Verse 3: Nas] Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world, thinkin' "How can we exist through the facts?" Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin' A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em "oo-wops" He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce." He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these benches Where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him ‘Cause when the pistol blows The one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul Only 12, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Outro: Nas] To all my niggas locked up From Queensbridge and all over To my man [Goon?], one love To my man Herb, one love To my man [Lake Gucciano?], one love Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big [Bo?], one love To [Oogie?], yeah, one love120

Hip-Hop

Love My Life

Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron] Ayo, I never claim to be hard, tough, no homo Gangsta, none of the above Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard? You know through the trials and tribulations that life brings I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever You know you can't expect everything from everybody So get up, get out and get something That's what I did [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell He gave birth to the best MC you never heard Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C He did damage, road managed by G-O-D A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars Cutlass 68', hooptie 75' Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career That's a fact, dick, ain't talking no rap shit I'm talking that MAC clip, niggas will back-flip Act sick, my dude studied the Sabbath No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish He could have my house, he could keep my Mauris He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story You might also like[Break: Cam'ron] That's why my dudes love me, I let them do them You either gon' be rich or famous fucking with me...probably both If you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play Lotto 9 out of 10 times you gon' win, nigga [Chorus: Nicole Wray] Play the game, sure to win They all up on me, know they wants my ends I sacrifice, I roll the dice I love my hood, I love my life [Verse 2: Cam'ron] See, a boss I'm prepared to be When I walk away from a confrontation I ain't scared of you, I'm scared of me I got a gun - you don't, so it's flares you'll see After that, a five-thousand volt chair for me So I move carefully; niggas don't care for me Who care? I don't; you share, I won't Calm down, breathe again I don't do extortion unless I'm on the receiving end Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak That's word to me, told me I deserved to eat Moved to a killer Ave, right from a murder street Rocked Adidas Forums, even though they hurt my feet (that's fucked up) I don't look in the sky, never mind stars Know some fine stars right behind bars Snags, Black, Doe on house arrest Zeek, Sheek, won't even throw out the rest They wanted my ass, right along side Zeek Turn myself in? Nope, play hide and go seek I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome Yeah, I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on? And hour after hour, I would chill at the after hours Where they flash the powder, no bath or shower In that same spot, realized math is power So I point at the mansion that is ours [Chorus: Nicole Wray] Play the game, sure to win They all up on me, know they wants my ends I sacrifice, I roll the dice I love my hood, I love my life6

Comics and Games

Who Dat

J. Cole

[Intro] Who dat, who dat? Huh Who dat, who dat? Hey Who dat, who dat? Hey [Verse 1] Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waiting fo' I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it, I ain't hating though 'Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan' hoes And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it Real niggas celebrate it, fingerfuck whoever hate it My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned Live life, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if you're selling crack, or if you're selling rap Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on trailing back [Chorus] Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry 'bout my motherfucking name I got 'em saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? Huh, I got 'em saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? Hey You might also like[Verse 2] The mind state of a winner When you thinking 'bout summertime I'm thinking 'bout the winter When you thinking 'bout breakfast I'm heating up my dinner I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding spinners Now I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup Hungry like a nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet Clown told me, “Ain't you Roc? Well, where the fuck your chain at?” Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet The man make the chain, chain don't make the man How many niggas do we know with hella ice, but yet they lame? The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same It's like we all headed to Spain, they took the boat, I took the plane, damn That boy sick, now hoes on his joystick Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd shit Boy, stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied Is that your girl? Well, I just G'd her, no A-Rod [Chorus] Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry 'bout my motherfucking name I got 'em saying Who dat, who dat? Huh Who dat, who dat? I got 'em saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World [Interlude: Andre 3000] Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole? [Verse 3] The little engine that could, this little nigga is good Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood Ayy, me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood, baby, Ain't saying names but we not the same All that money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that” Boy, I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak Hey, so anything you can do I can do better And any chick you can screw I can get wetter I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar 'fore I'm done, they say that I'm the one Yeah nigga I'm the one, ha, I got 'em saying [Chorus] Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry 'bout my motherfucking name I got 'em saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got 'em saying Who dat, who dat? J. Cole Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga [Outro] Fayettenam, hoo Cole World nigga, hey, Dreamville Cole World nigga, J. Cole22

Hip-HopRap

Doo Rags

Nas

[Produced by Precision] [Verse 1] Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants, yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade Homicidal feds on the blocks where I played b-ball That's when I wondered was I here for the cause or because 'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto Was told to stay strong and I could beat the devil 'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats Watchin' niggas swing razors in the front row Then out in the streets, the car show, 560's, chemical Afros Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee and Casanova Live chicks be asses bustin' out of they clothes Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers peelin' they earlobes So where them years go? Where the Old Gold beers and cheers go? But now them shorties here though, so [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? You might also like[Verse 2] Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers In army boots, yellin', "Join the armed forces!" We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes There's still a lot of nigga crawlin' in the corporate offices War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us They won't be servin' the beast too long The murderers wearin' police uniforms, Confederate flags I burn Beat Street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose And Peachtree, Atlanta crackheads was tootin' they nose In frozen corners of Chicago Loaded-up llamas, children with fo'-fo's and double-revolvers We devil incarnates headed for jail Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed Your paper money was the death of Christ And all these shorties comin' up just resurrect your life It's like a cycle, yo [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? [Verse 3] Niggas used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin' till awareness started penetratin' The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor Just to prove we some creative niggas Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work And you get nothin' without struggle and hard work War is necessary to my niggas in chains From Green to Sing-Sing I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves Take one step toward him, He takes two toward you Even when all else fail, God support you I done it, got "God's Son" on my stomach My heart and my lungs was affected From Henny's and gettin' blunted Do your body right and it loves you back You only get one life, and yo, because of that I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause Still rockin' stockin' caps, not for the waves, obeyin' no laws And it's like that [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right?20

Hip-Hop

Not Afraid

Eminem

[Chorus] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) Yeah To take a stand (To take a stand) It's been a ride Everybody (Everybody) I guess I had to Come take my hand (Come take my hand) Go to that place to get to this one We'll walk this road together, through the storm Now some of you Whatever weather, cold or warm Might still be in that place Just lettin' you know that you're not alone If you're tryna get out Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Just follow me, I'll get you there [Verse 1] off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em 'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin' mayhem When I say I'ma do somethin', I do it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stoppin' me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtedly And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's Still shittin' whether he's on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game Like a "fuck you" for Christmas, his gift is a curse Forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt And fuck the whole universe You might also like[Chorus] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road [Verse 2] Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a wrap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that, fuck your feelings Instead of gettin' crowned, you're gettin' capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact, let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehh" Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack-blaow! 'Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know how I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out But I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud still follows me around But it's time to exorcise these demons These ma'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now [Chorus] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road [Bridge] And I just can't keep livin' this way So startin' today I'm breakin' out of this cage I'm standin' up, I'ma face my demons I'm mannin' up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now [Verse 3] It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you So I could come back a brand-new me You helped see me through And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you I've been through the wringer But they can do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead: no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it You couldn't lift a single shingle on it 'Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up 'Cause I'm raisin' the bar I'd shoot for the moon, but I'm too busy gazin' at stars I feel amazin', and I'm— [Chorus] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road429

Rap

Roger That

Young Money

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts Got the Halloween kicks, trick-or-treating the clutch C'mon nigga, is you tricking or what? Flow, flow tighter than a dick in the butt Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv' Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo White girls tell me "Hey Nicki, your camp rules Is that why you get more head than shampoos?" As-Salaam Alaykum, no oink for me And I never let a d-boy boink for free 'Cause it's Barbie bitch, you can join the wave I've done penny nickel dimed, I done coined the phrase, ha! You couldn't beat me there if you had a Lear Indian-style, courtside with a cavalier V.I.P. rosé; you can have a beer 'Cause honey when you getting money you don't have a care [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Now R-Roger that, R-R-Roger that R-Roger that, R-R-Roger that R-Roger that, R-R-roger that R-R-R-R, ROGER [Verse 2: Tyga] Young black Ricos, kill for the C-notes But me though, I Jackson bitch uhh, Tito She wanna play games but, this is not bingo Monopoly, I'm past go, go on ahead and deep-throat Four chick foursomes, skin color's mocha Sally and Sonia, put the pussies on my totem Pole vault stroke 'em uhh, strike ya like bowling Now open like you yawning, it's 6 in the morning Sleeping on me, probably in a coffin I'm hotter than the end of fucking August, I'm awesome I'm awesome: repeat it to ya grandma, and uncles Or mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'ma bread cuffer I don't dare love her, I'ma daredevil I don't fear nothing motherfucker, Young Money! You might also like[Chorus: Tyga] Now Roger that, Roger that Ro-Roger that, Ro-Ro-Ro-Roger that Fuck around and never get Roger back Ha ha ha [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm goin' in! Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette The blunt still wet, so pass it like Brett We sip side of mug, we call it upset Smoke more than four quarters, we call it sudden death I'm a beast. You a pet AK long neck. Keith Sweat, haha! Weezy motherfucker, Capo in this bitch with me Money talks and have a convo in this bitch with me I'm mountain high Colorado in this bitch with me Flow crazy 7:30, you just 6:50 Twenty bullets from the chopper take the roof off Laughing to the bank, I'm a goofball Hahaha! It's YM And we at your neck, like a violin It's our world, we make it spin And y'all the prey- amen! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now Roger that, Roger that Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a rat Fuc-fuck around and never get Roger back!! Hahahaha12

Hip-Hop

Ill’in

Jeezy

[Produced by The Alchemist] [Hook - Young Jeezy] So sick, so sick, I'm sickle cell sick What the fuck you think I'm doing right now? I got my Glock on, watch on, clock on Everything's cool, no pressure, I'm chillin' Make them pussies sick, have em caught up in they feelin's I be illin', illin', illin', illin' [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm the type to boast, I'm the type to brag I'm the type of nigga play a game of chess on his bag Full 17 blow your chest out ya ass Leave him on the concrete like the nigga working abs The way I work that work out, call me a trainer Throw that water right off the top, who needs a strainer? Brandon told me don't bother with forks, I use a hater Then I let him sit out and air dry; who needs a hanger? Airport hours, Sunday to Sunday Let them bitches fly out the yard, call it a runway Call me sensei: Jeezy Miyagi Got a old school whip game: call it Atari Got some redbones to go out to Phoenix, get that Amare And every time you walk in they crib it look safari And they don't play by that Young Money Nicki Minaj White powder in the air like 'Bron this for the guys See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] It was the coldest Winter ever Middle of the Summer months Powder to my waist See my cocaine cummerbund Tuxedo all white Something like my prom night My teachers even saw jail They ain't read my palms right Nah, my future brighter than ever The flow gets cleverer by the year Killer minus the tattoo tears Cause murder don't mix with the shit That I got floating in by the pier Tell Hova don't pass the crown so soon Unless he got a crown for every writer in the room There's too many spirits on these ghost-written tunes So you can't crown the heir until you seance the room (YEUGH!) The CL wood grain like trail mix (Yes!) Evidence of fishscale where the scale sits No amount of record sales could derail this Stuffing dead prezzies in the wall like The Yale bitch. Inhale this [Hook] [Verse 3: Malice] I'm so sick with it, Malice got bird flu Sat till drought came; patience a virtue Who ain't know the Clipse get it in like a curfew? You could smell it on me coke-scented like it's perfume Sitting in that church pew, looking for forgiveness Wishing we had Tony back, now all of us are prisoners Took it all for granted I guess freedom was a privilege VIP toasting drinks, making up my spirits Snitch nigga hear this, lemme make it clear Eleven hollows in my Glock: whom shall I fear? And I ain't gotta tip-toe, I walk without a care I'm chilling like the hook say, of whom shall I beware? Death is not a scare, in fact I yearn for my father's house Fuck you pussy niggas yeah, Mal has got a potty mouth I won't fuck around and show you exactly what I'm talking 'bout Even though I walk by faith I'm still keeping that shotty out

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Cannon

Lil Wayne

[Produced by DJ Don Cannon] [Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] Yeah AMG's the gang! Dedication 2 Drama Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!) Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!) I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it? One egg short of the omelet Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um— I'm the sickest nigga doing it—bet that, baby These other niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes! Get back, get back, boy, this a setback Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap Them boys pussy, born without a backbone And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on I aim at the moon, and get my howl on Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha You heard what I said I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee Shout out my nigga Fee See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see It's about money, it's bigger than me I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!) Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) [Verse 2: Freeway] From Philly to where I'm landing, I'm a (Cannon!) And I'm on that Philly fighting shit, and I come fully equipped You try me, get bodied, keep Nina and shotty in the whip If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him Sing along now—"Di-di-dadi," I'm Free, got the burners Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada Owe me dough, I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother (Woo) Make the prick call up your mother (Ugh), she might know where to find you, I am— On top of my job, the heavyweight champ with the flow It's flow like the ocean, open water, you're drowning, I will (Damn) Four-pound him and seek him, heat him, then leave him stinking (Yuh) Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him, I will— (Yeah) Roll over your squad like I'm "One-Punch" Carr You chumps, you best call General Motors, I will— (Ugh) Take control of your soldiers, you won't miss 'em 'Til I toss em in the wok like chicken, General Tso, uh-oh! [Verse 3: Willie the Kid] I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes) Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better (Yes) I show niggas how to act, how to dress better I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bad catchers (Woo) I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool The motherfucking (Cannon!) Other words, I'm the real, for real We can go check for check or bill for bill We can go chick for chick or skill for skill The deal is sealed (Yes) Niggas ain't real as Will, 'cause I'm a (Cannon!) And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale And I got the 50-cal' mag, its a handheld (Cannon!) I'm telling you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas (Oh) My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas (Oh, oh) I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga [Verse 4: Detroit Red] Yeah (Cannon!) Detroit Red getting change like them white folks (Ha) Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle (Ha) Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle (Ha) You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon! Ha) Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass (What else?) I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than a (Cannon!)" My attire makes the ladies say, "Your man is too fly" (What else?) Imported oils from Iran and Dubai (What else?) Get caught slipping with your mans, and you die Where I'm from, niggas be quick to squeeze the (Cannon! Ha) Detroit Red always got some shit for your ears Show me love, but keep it moving, man, 'cause if you get near (Ha) I'll say, "Get off my dick" and tell your bitch to come here 'Cause you sweating me and my DJ, Don (Cannon!) [Verse 5: Juice] Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing Yeah, I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon! Ha) I got niggas who don't like rap loving our shit We got niggas who was stuck on Pac bumping our shit These niggas can't see me like I ain't been around lately A good batter; when they at the mound, it's gravy Niggas salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana Yeah, Vic found that lick; now, we ain't smoking no more regular Keep your mid-grade, I don't think you know no better They loved "In Da Trunk"; now, they wanna hear more shit I play it modest, like, "Nigga, that's some of our old shit" Got niggas I ain't never met wanting to fight me Got hoes that's in love, asking, "Why you don't like me?" Bitch, I'm married to the game, and I love my wifey Stepping over competition, man, I love these Nikes (Yeah) I'm hot, they fanning Niggas try to copy my style like the (Cannon! Ha) Don't try to compare—I'm in a league of my own If I ain't listed at the top, nigga, the stats is wrong All the data is off, your info ain't valid Artist of the century, the competition ain't balanced True, like Master P and his two brothers Don't call it incest, but Juice the motherfucker, like— geah! [Outro: DJ Drama] This what I'ma do! From here on out, you can call me Mr. Game Seven! Oh, yeah! That was just preseason! You thought we was playing for real?19

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All Falls Down

Jadakiss

[Chorus: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Break the P's down to onions, money in abundance I'm in the lower millions, I'm trying to get in the hundreds Niggas' pants too tight to fight, so they don't want it You pay for somebody to protect you, so where your gun at? Been there, done that; seen the coke come back Seen niggas come home from jail, then run back Singing the same sad song, my nigga -- one that Negative energy stick to him like a thumbtack Real hustler, probably sold a million and one packs Niggas think they smart and nice, but they dumb wack It's only 'til you crack they skull, give them a mum' wrap When it's cold, I reside wherever the sun's at Son's back, what? [Chorus: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss] Top of the league, 3-piece suit or fatigues All I got to do is look a certain way and you'll bleed 4 words describe me: "Niggas can't fuck around" Fish scale verses: prices go up and down Put it out there, see if it taste right Young Jewish bulldog keeping the case right Apartment on the 4th floor, keeping the base right Jacksons and Benjamins keeping the safe right First and the 15th is when we break nights Bunch of red beams on your head like brake lights Bitches that fucked everybody turned into fake dykes Was biting the whole day -- it's gonna be a great night [Chorus: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Dice hitting the wall, decks getting shuffled Nines getting wiped down, Tecs getting muffled Perico in the plastic stacks in the duffel Niggas coming through getting racks on the muscle You asked me for money, I ain't ask you to hustle The industry is hurt, they looking for the next Russell The hip-hop cops outside waiting to cuff you The Bloods is on Rikers Island waiting to cut you Niggas on the outside just want to abduct you Dudes turned they back on you that you look up to Keep throwing mine in the air, I got enough to And I don't like spending my money, nigga...I love to [Chorus: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down1

Hip Hop

Downfall

Joe Budden

[Intro] Yall don't know me Honestly, I can't say that I blame yall I don't even really know myself But, yall probably shouldn't know me [Verse 1] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now? Like the world's interrupting my song, with an interlude Can't y'all see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical? Finishing up, what y'all ain't even begin to do When your back's against the ropes it's either him or you Y'all ain't so important that my words are meant for you When did ey'body become so sensual Caught up in the he-say, she-say, blog sites Him and her, broke up, WorldStar, Nahright Dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all write Found out, friends fake, couldn't even facade right Pressures on, won't fail, nigga got too much to prove Would've been, lost it, but I got too much to lose Say what you want about Joe, but I stood my ground Bitch, I get it up myself, you just put it down They say, I put my whole life on display to my dismay Stop it, you're carrying on without logic Let me tell you this about Joe I only say what I want you to hear You'll only see what I want to show Crushing up the Percocet, chasing the high, Talli I couldn't make this shit up if I tried The forecast shows a downpour Y'all just made God cry, praying for my Downfall You might also like[Transition] This shit I'm talking 'bout right here Let me tell you niggas something You can be anything in this world that you want Except for my downfall [Verse 2] I'm a victim of society, circumstance or just feelings Was a nigga victimized? Or just willing? No blinds, no bags, just dealing No foundation or floor plan, just building Check it, nights bright, but the days dark Covered in tattoos, but hate art These eggshells I walk on are razor sharp Staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start I've been called everything, an extremist Is that a bad thing or what they really mean is Anything a nigga do, a nigga mean it And I won't let a person, place or thing come between it An opportunist is how they paint me But if the nigga only knocks once can you blame me? Still I feel like my problems are great Shit, if I don't never solve em' I'm straight On the bright side God choose me to put a lot on my plate So he had to figure I wouldn't be bothered by the weight I'm trying to change the pattern but it's on loop Even an outcast in my own group What's it mean when ey'body standing next to you expects of you Everything that comes wit a spectacle? If everywhere I go, I just leave behind residue Tell me, trust me, I won't think nothing less of you [Hook] I'm sorry I ain't around more Come up with me, or stay on the ground floor I don't need shelter from the downpour Y'all can be whatever you want, just not my downfall They tryna make me slow, tryna take me, no! Can't be my downfall They tryna knock my grind, I won't stop, I'm fine Can't be my downfall [Verse 3] No moment of clarity The next fight showing is a rarity Severity in me against my growin popularity Rappers won't rap, I'm forced to believe they scared of me But can no longer use the scape goat, 'They not aware of me' So y'all can go and throw your little pot shots Some dudes dissed me and temporarily got hot I'm getting my head right, recollecting Y'all looking for some website resurrection Being that I got too much to lose Or maybe a slight chance that a nigga guilty of all that I'm accused No longer amused, affected my loved ones Now they startin' to bruise And I don't want no parts of that abuse Wouldn't wish upon my worst foe, a day in my shoes That'll just eliminate any excuse And why entertain em'? Old me would'a lost my senses, y'all just helping the new me regain em' Been punched in the face It was either feed my family or hunt wit the .38 I ain't want brunch to wait I've out grown Hip-Hop, it turned into a Day-Care So next time some shit is on my mind, it'll stay there I'm staring at the man in the mirror But it ain't helping see the man any clearer So I get M.I.A from around y'all Till God stops answering these prayers for my downfall [Hook] [Verse 4] Tell me what am I to do If I ain't have a soul a nigga always had you, pardon due But I gotta speak candidly How the FUCK could you abandon me?!? Wit 5 years of blood, sweat and tears But it was obviously a disconnect We turned that into a disrespect Said she been holding it inside for years, she's unhappy So the girl I wan' marry was afraid to come and tap me So I went away on tour, and you went on one of your own But while you was on the horn all day wit ol' boy Did you ever think about what it would do to your home? What's his name? Where's he live? What is it he offers? What's he got to give? And I love you so much that when I caught on to your fibs I hit you like a man, you wore it in your ribs I was heated But had to be strong enough to remove the infidelity and see what's underneath it Come to find out you felt lied to and cheated Mistreated, and kept it a big secret Or are you just loose? And I'm so naive I'm tryna give you an excuse Now that I refuse to believe, we life partners Holy water on whatever devil come and try to part us Can't use anything I ever gave you to bury me You supposed to be the one to bury me You wan' leave? Then goodbye Think the grass look greener on the other side, but it's dye [Hook]1

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No Matter What

T.I.

[Verse 1] Never have you seen in your lifetime A more divine southern rapper with a swag like mine Facin' all kinda time, but smile like I'm fine Brag with such passion and shine without tryin' Believe me, pain's a small thang to a giant I was born without a dime, out the gutter, I climbed Spoke my mind and didn't stutter one time Ali say, "Even the greatest gotta suffer sometime" so sick wit it Set the standard in Atlanta, how to get-get-get it So you up-and-coming rappers wanna diss, just kill it I'm officially the realest, point blank, period Whether I still live in the hood or just visit Whatever you can do in the hood, I done did it That's why the dope boys and the misfits feel it This still his city long as TIP livin', nigga [Hook] I ain't dead (nah!), I ain't done (nah!) I ain't scared (of what?), I ain't run (from who?) But still I stand (yeah) No matter what, people Here I am, yeah, no matter what, remember I ain't break (never), I ain't fold (never) They hate me more (so?) Yeah I know (haha!) Here I go, yeah, no matter what shawty, here I go No matter what, shawty See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2] You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it I'm sure to be in jail until 2027 Rather see me in the cell instead of this new McLaren God will take you through Hell just to get you to Heaven So even though it's heavy, the load I will carry Grin and still bear it, win and still share it Apologies to the fans, I hope you can understand it Life can change your directions, even when you ain't planned it All you can do is handle, worst thing you can do is panic Use it to your advantage, avoid insanity, manage to conquer Every obstacle, make impossible possible Even when winning illogical, losing's still far from optional, and Yeah, they wanna see you shot up in the hospital But when life throw punches, block and counter like a boxer do Been locked inside mi casa too long, I did a song To make it known that the King lives on, pimpin' [Hook] I ain't dead (nah!), I ain't done (nah!) I ain't scared (of what?), I ain't run (from who?) But still I stand (yeah) No matter what, people Here I am, yeah, no matter what, remember I ain't break (never), I ain't fold (never) They hate me more (so?) Yeah I know (haha!) Here I go, yeah, no matter what shawty, here I go No matter what, shawty [Verse 3] Even in solitude, there's still no hotter dude I show you how to do what you do, you ain't gotta clue All you do is follow dude, sound like a lotta dudes I'll weather whatever storm, make it out without a bruise I understand why, now, with my hands tied They take shots, cause if I'm out there it's a landslide But revenge is best served as a cold dish And suckas will get served, better know this Guess it was understood, for me, it was over-with But I don't quit, if you ain't noticed yet They couldn't wait to say, "Goodnight, shawty" So they could try to rhyme, act and look like shawty Go get a beat from Toomp and make a hook like shawty Before ya know it I'm back, what it look like, shawty? I lost my partner and my daughter in the same year Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here Yeah, and I hope the picture painted clear If your heart filled with faith, then you can't fear Wonder how I face years and I'm still chillin'? Easy, let go and let God deal with it [Hook] I ain't dead (nah!), I ain't done (nah!) I ain't scared (of what?), I ain't run (from who?) But still I stand (yeah) No matter what, people Here I am, yeah, no matter what, remember I ain't break (never), I ain't fold (never) They hate me more (so?) Yeah I know (haha!) Here I go, yeah, no matter what shawty, here I go No matter what, shawty13

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Drunk and Hot Girls

Kanye West

[Intro: Mos Def] La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Blap [Chorus: Kanye West] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Verse 1: Kanye West] Driving 'round town, looking for the best spot For the drunk and hot girls Up in the club, look at here what we got Some drunk and hot girls Stop dancing with your girlfriend and come dance with me Stop talking 'bout your boyfriend since he is not me Stop running up my tab 'cause these drinks is not free You drunk and hot girl You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Verse 2: Kanye West] I don't want to drop your friends off, I just want you You drunk and hot girls You want to sit down but we hit the drive-thru You drunk and hot girls Please don't fall asleep, baby, we almost back Please don't throw up in the car, we almost crashed Oh, now you sober, how'd I know you'd say that? You drunk and hot girl [Chorus: Kanye West] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Bridge: Mos Def] Love, the dangerous necessity that people seek Without regard to where they are The human heart is curious above all things Love, the lights are low, your eyes are bright The music plays, it's sweet delight It's out of sight, I'm feeling right Your dress is tight Oh, how, I want you right now [Verse 3: Kanye West & Mos Def] Don't tell me, you sing, you about to get a deal You drunk and hot girls "Ah-da-da-da-da," That's how the fuck you sound You drunk and hot girls, yeah You only live once, do whatever you like I thought I'd be with you for only one night Now I'm with this girl for the rest of my life That drunk and hot girl [Chorus: Kanye West] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls (A little sippy-sippy) We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls (Did she say she want a brewski?) [Post-Chorus: Kanye West & Mos Def] We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Outro: Mos Def] La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Blap38

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Grown Simba

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh [Verse 1] Now, I was dreaming 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen I was fiending for the mills, I ain't talking Burger King Some of my niggas in the 'Ville, all they did was serve fiends Fuck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals, spent they time flirting All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing Hold up, now, don’t get it twisted, I ain't hating, do your thing I was like a young Simba; couldn’t wait to be the king Now, a nigga is the prince Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener Look at shawty ass, way meaner Something like Serena mixed with Trina—have you seen her? She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Adina My money like a senior, watch it graduate Now, it's time to eat, I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies These niggas heard about me, now they acting like they know me [Chorus] Keep on saying, “Where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah “Ayy, where you going, nigga?” Hey, it ain't no telling, yeah They keep on saying “Where you going, nigga?” Going, nigga Ayy, it ain't no telling (Yeah) Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, ugh You might also like[Verse 2] Pardon the interruption, a proper introduction is necessary When your shit is legendary, man Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria'n 'Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian The hoes is librarians; they looking me up She got to Jones like Marion, she licking me up Then we cut, look how she say my name I got her moaning, "J. Cole", they used to say "Jermaine" I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin; six feet, shit's deep I was low, just a dollar and some hope fixed me 'Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer I’m a star; Converses Conversing with them girls with them curves like cursive They open like curtains 'Cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio Same bitches used to play me though [Chorus] Now, they yelling, “Where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah “Ay, where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah They keep on saying “Where you going, nigga?” Going, nigga It ain't no telling, yeah I can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom (Yeah), hello to the top, yeah [Verse 3] I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back Told my niggas "Ay, I'm finna put the Ville on the map I'll be back, and I'm coming with a deal and a plaque." 'Cause I'm ill, bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send 'em back Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the trap Hold up, now, don’t get it twisted, if you slang, do your thing Me, I'm like a young Simba; I can't wait to be the king Witness the dream Straight out that Carolina water, I was brought up In the city where the skinny niggas tryna be the ballers Ain't no fathers, but the skinny niggas tryna hit they daughters Sneaking in her crib, but her momma never caught us What they taught us? Man, them bad bitches only want the ballers, the starters We hooping, now the hoes wanna guard us Ugh, okay, so play D—know what I mean? And I, I, I'll put you on the team Man, this life is but a dream, and I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star [Outro] “Ayy, where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah They say this life is but a dream, well, I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star “Ayy, where you going, nigga?" Yeah, it ain't no telling27

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Warrior Part 2

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Eminem] Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!!!) Lloyd Banks!!! (Lloyd Banks: Uh Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!! [Verse 1: Eminem] It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He don't want the room, he don't want the loot, he's in it for the sport Running circles 'round his competition on the court He appreciates your support, but he ain't begging for it And you can love it, you can hate it, but you can't ignore it You can't be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And if I'm fronting, man, you better come confront me for it [Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game You might also like[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggas hate To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Their stomachs ache while he's lounging in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay Houses with a bigger gate, hounding him's a big mistake He won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helping hand Till he was sitting on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name When you discussing the illest players that's in the game And he's riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em G-Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stopping them [Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [Verse 3: 50 Cent] He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothing So that niggas from his hood act like he owes him something They talk crazy till they send niggas to where to buck him Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say "nah, it's nothing" He was gonna help 'em out but since they fronted fuck 'em He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thugging He's rich now, he ain't changed so niggas think he bugging He bulletproof everything cause niggas try and buck him Keeps two pistols on his hip I'll show you where he tuck 'em Niggas say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him Try to catch him slipping they creep in and he start bussing [Chorus: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [Outro: Nate Dogg] I can give you niggas something you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G you a fucking clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Don't hold it in let it all out I can give you fuckers something to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth22

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Stay Wide Awake

Eminem

[Intro] Yo, yo, follow me (follow me) Come with me to the dark side of the force No man would boldly go to this place The devil only knows of this world So dark and, oh, so cold, it's, oh, so cold Oh, so cold, oh [Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts, I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake) [Verse 1] Fe-fi-fo-fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta I enter Central Park, it's dark, it's winter in December I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend to befriend her Sit down beside her like a spider, hi there girl, you mighta Heard of me before, see whore, you're the kind of girl that I'd a– -ssault and rape, then figure why not try to make your pussy wider Fuck you with an umbrella then open it up while the shit's inside ya I'm the kind of guy that's mild but I might flip and get a little bit wilder Impregnate a lesbian, yeah, now let's see her have triplets, and I'll di– -sintegrate them babies as soon as they're out her with formalde– -hyde and cyanide, girl, you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder No need for no gunpowder, that only takes all the fun out of Murderin', I'd rather go vinn-vinn, and now you see just how the Fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp, uhh Shit, wait a minute, I mean skull, my knife seems dull, pull another one out, uh You might also like[Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake) [Verse 2] So dark and so cold, my friends don't know this other side of me There's a monster inside of me, it's quite ugly and it frightens me But they can't see what I can see, there's a vacancy in my tummy It's makin' me play hide-and-seek like Jason, I'm so hungry She's naked, see, no privacy, but I can see she wants me So patient, see, I try to be, but gee, why does she taunt me? Pulls the drapes and she goes right to sleep and I creep right through the front, see So blatantly, but silently 'cause I know that she's sound 'sleep "Who's wakin' me so violently, and why's he on top of me?" "He's rapin' me," she tries to scream, "Somebody please get him off me He's tapin' me, he's bitin' me, he's laughin' like it's funny" She's scrapin' me, she's fightin' me, she's scratchin' like some dumb freak Escapin' me, no dice, you see, I might just be Ted Bundy Or Satan, gee, what a sight to see, I'm dancin' in my red panties I'm crazy, but it's alright with me, man, life can be so empty Stay away from me 'cause I'm dancin' to quite a different drum beat [Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake) [Verse 3] Better try to stay wide awake or you might end up found dead by the lake Soon as you lay me down to sleep, bitch, your soul I'ma try to take Pray for light of day right away, why do they try to fight today? I must make them pay twice as much, might as well put the knife away Now I use power tools, how 'bout now, are you in the shower? Scour you for six hours 'til outage of power outlets How did you figure out I was down in your basement? Now ya Must've just heard the sound of my stomach growlin' from down there Prowler, there's no one fouler, bound ya, that's how they found ya Face down in the tub, I drown ya with piles of downers around ya Such nostalgia and power, such prowess, look how you cower Jump out on you now like I was a Jawa from fuckin' Star Wars Jabba the Hutt, biddy-bye-bye, biddy-bye-bye, it's time to die-die Ought to not even bother to scream, it don't even matter Amazing when grazin' skin with these razor blades he waves at ya Not ya everyday Damien, bathe me in holy water Nothing like Son of Sam, so please understand there's no gun in hand Where's the thrill in the hunt? There's no fun in that, here I come with axe Fun to act like lumberjack when I'm hackin' 'em up with that What was that? Dial 9-1-1, someone's comin' in from the back [Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake)105

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Despicable

Eminem

[Intro] Ugh, ha (Da-na na-na-na) Nah, fuck an intro, man, let's just go (Yeah!) [Verse] I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down Anyone who comes up must go down Might as well go for the gusto now Better not let up, better not let them breathe Last shot, give it all you got Try to turn me down, bitch Get fucked with a volume knob, fuck all you snobs Hoes, I hope all you rot Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms Is that all you brought? And you want a ménage à trois, you twats? Fuck that, I'd rather turn this club to a barroom brawl Get rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall Like a leech stuck in a vacuum, y'all Ain't nothing but a whole lot of sucking going on in rap Yeah, but I'm home Bad to the bone, back in the zone Let him alone, you don't wanna go eggin' him on It'll never be my chair that you own Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain No oxygen—other words, there's no heir to the throne When I die so does hip-hop Hitchcock of the shit, bitch, ask Doc Got it ziplocked in a bag You fags ain't been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high-top Keep bloggin' while I mind-boggle And I zone like I'm in the twilight, dog Get off my bone, this is my mic, dogg-one it I like hoggin' it Flows so wet, I'ma take this beat tobogganing I'm waterloggin' it—I'm sogging it Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it Suplexing it on cement Like I'm on some "Straight Outta Compton" shit Take this dick and chomp on it I'm so bad I can bitchslap a backhanded compliment Jackass, eat a donkey dick The game I just about conquered it Like Donkey Kong, I'm bonkers, bitch I'm the king of this honkey shit I reign supreme in this honkey shit No sense screaming and arguing Makes no difference whether a Benz or a Bentley Or a Bimmer's the car you in You think you ball? Well, I palm it I throw up bombs when I vomit Boy, I throw down in the kitchen Might hit your mom with my omelette But you got egg on your face Now watch me drop an atomic I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze Bitch, I'm as batshit as Ozzy It's obvious, you can tell right off the bat No pun intended, but come any closer, I'll bite off your head Tryna give me the finger's kinda like giving a spider the web I'm just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage I'll catch a fly in that bitch, you think you fly, you just food I give as much of a flying fuck as that Superman dude Guess I just do what you can't do And make you look stupid and bamboozled Confused as usual and you can get whipped She can open a can, too But you better hope you can handle the heat Or stay the fuck outta Hell's Kitchen I came to cockblock like a square fucking male chicken Yeah, it's Shady, slut, the rest can suck on that big one 'Cause I'm as despicable as Daffy Duck when I'm spittin' You might also like[Outro] Haha, Recovery89

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Say Something

Timbaland

[Chorus: Drake] This shit was all I knew, you and me only I did it all for you, still you were lonely We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny how someone else's success brings pain When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa [Verse 1: Timbaland] Yeah, it really sucks, but ever since I’ve been long gone I traded in my señorita for a microphone I hate the way you fell apart, girl, it's sad to see Your life is good, but me and you, we a catastrophe If I was unsuccessful, would you be satisfied? I need a paramedic girl, I’m feeling paralyzed If I could choose, you will always be a friend to me The more money I made you acting like my enemy, it's crazy I can’t help it if you feel ashamed Thought the pressure would turn you into my diamond babe How can something so familiar be so strange Closest friends get estranged when the status change, ah Is it my mistake, thinking that where I am and where you at? And my homeboy Larry Live is the only one that had my back You were the perfect pair and now it seems that we don’t match Is it the money, want me to give it back? You might also like[Chorus: Drake] This shit was all I knew, you and me only I did it all for you, still you were lonely We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny how someone else's success brings pain When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa [Verse 2: Drake] Uh! I am the topic of conversation, this is celebration Let's toast to the fact that I've moved out my mama's basement To a condo downtown, 'cause it's all about location I sit and drink wine and watch Californication, to life You shoulda been here to kick it with me We could have split this whole thing up 50/50 But now I'm at the 40/40 getting bitches tipsy Killing shit, the ever-so talented Mr. Ripley How I go from being the man that you argue with To me and Dwayne Carter putting out the hardest shit I should wanna go back to the one I started with But I'm addicted to this life, it's gon' be hard to quit Yeah, just ask me how things are coming along You could tell me that you've never heard none of my songs Long as you end up saying one day you plan to listen 'Cause what's a star when it's most important fan is missing? [Chorus: Drake] This shit was all I knew, you and me only I did it all for you, still you were lonely We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny how someone else's success brings pain When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa17

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4 My Town (Play Ball)

Birdman

[Intro: Birdman] Play ball! Yeah, so priceless Life's so priceless nigga, you understand me? It's just like that My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless, my familia is so priceless nigga, ya understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us Or either you in the huddle or yall could huddle Either you ridin up or we pass some flyin by sayin "Fuck it" It's Young Money Cash Money playboy That's bout the size up At the rooftop, so hot up in here nigga Yeah, let's go [Chorus: Drake] Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Verse 1: Drake] Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical Spades or the Opus, baby, what you got a feeling for? I can show you new things, have you feeling spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes - miwacles Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one, in fact Some say that I'm their favorite but I ain't hearing none of that I’m about my team, ho, Young Money running back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn You might also like[Verse 2: Birdman] Untouchable 40 with my AK Mastermind, big money heavy weight On the grind, flipping money in every way Headline, my bitch shine everyday Pearl white Don P, Marc Jacobs gloves Cartier Louis case with a dope plod From the mud where they what you leave in your blood Going in, flipping hundreds get the young plug Show ‘em where it go Floating on the floor, getting more dough Grind hard, go, black diamond show, watch the flame blow And how you stay grounded? Cash no go And how you stay mounded? Cash no flow And how you stay shining? Bentley off the floor And how you stay high? Purple pine dro Diamond minks, fur, February snow [Chorus: Drake & Lil Wayne] Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown (CJ) And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around (yeah) See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown (Stunna) But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uhh, you know you paid when you got Baby with ya It's Young Money like Ben Frank's baby pictures I’m a lady twister, I kiss her whiskers I been running this shit - blisters Sticking to the script: movie star money And if you gassed up, I leave the car running I’m a big smoker, I’m a little drinker My peace sign is just the trigger and the middle finger Wha-what you know about it, man ya’ll clueless I let two women ride me, that's car-poolers I rock stupid ice, Mr. Water Coolers If y'all in the building then we are intruders Simmer down, pimpin', let me handle this I know the game: analyst Man I’m the shit, and y'all janitors Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras [Chorus: Drake & Lil Wayne] Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound (Tunechi) And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town (Yeah) Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Outro: Birdman] I see you boy Mula, ya [?] Behind the sky Who next, [?], believe that [?] cloud and smoke, yeah We up here boy Straight over old school, just like Just like that, CMB Drizzy, 1 hunnid Brr-eah17

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Rumble Young Man Rumble

Juelz Santana

[Juelz Santana] Juelz Santana. Ain't no turning back from here [Thats right] [VERSE 1] I am sicker than Sick Wid It DON'T listen just picture it HOW vivid this picture is ME gifted and living this NO gimmicks or images I spit and deliver it LIKE no one that's living, shit [AYE] Straight from the ground you dig? Close to where the groundhogs live Where the police hound y'all kids Arrest and give out long bids From where they keep the four squeeze the four Hustle all day in the streets so long If the feds ever decide to come We all going down on a motherfucking RICO law [HOOK] I was taught be smart stay humble I was taught be hard don't fumble I was taught in this concrete jungle Rumble, young man, rumble I was taught stay hard as they come dude I was taught any problems confront you I was taught in this concrete jungle Rumble, young man, rumble You might also like[VERSE 2] Greater than great I am YES haters they hate I am WHAT playing I play to win PLUS still I remain up in THE hood I came up in BUT the hood I came up in FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP [AYE] From my date of birth hun' 'Til my day in the dirt come I remain the earth's one YES the matrix's first son Toast to the good days to the bad days To the good yay' to the bad yay' To the time the shit was mixed up I had good yay' on a bad day [HOOK] [VERSE 3] Best of the best I is AND never the less I is AYE man of respect I is REAL dammit yes I is KILL nigga yes I will LEAVE bodies by cemeteries HE'S forever buried HOW by any means necessary I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order I'm here to promise to keep my child in order 'Til the day I get locked 'Til the day I get shot Or till the day I just drown in water [AYE] Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed And let niggas know that I died with a heart of a G [AYE] [Hook]1

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Straight Outta Compton

N.W.A

[Intro: Dr. Dre] You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge [Verse 1: Ice Cube] Straight outta Compton! Crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggas Wit Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off your ass, that's how I'm going out For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot, like gumbo Going off on the motherfucker like that With a gat that's pointed at your ass So give it up smooth Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin' With a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act a motherfucking fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knocking niggas out the box, daily Yo, weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy, you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck ‘Cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin' But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) You might also like[Interlude 1: Eazy-E & MC Ren] Yo, Ren! (What's up?) Tell 'em where you from! [Verse 2: MC Ren] Straight outta Compton, another crazy-ass nigga More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherfucker, and you know this But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jacking or craps Just like burglary, the definition is jacking And when I'm legally armed it's called packing Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece of pussy and go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'ma call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, slut, you're not opposed to A crazy motherfucker from the street Attitude legit, ‘cause I'm tearing up shit MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb motherfucker that starts static Not the right hand, 'cause I'm the hand itself Every time I pull an AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw See, 'cause I'm the motherfucking villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin' That's taking place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip But a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) [Interlude 2: Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name, and the boy is coming [Verse 3: Eazy E] Straight outta Compton Is a brother that'll smother your mother And make your sister think I love her Dangerous motherfucker raising hell And if I ever get caught, I make bail See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a motherfucking cop, I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showing a nigga driving But don't know where the fuck he's going, just rolling Looking for the one they call Eazy But here's a flash, they'll never seize me Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark Except when I unload You see a spark and jump over hesitation And hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting But leave a memory no one'll be forgetting So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker This is an autobiography of the E And if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) [Outro: Dr. Dre] Damn, that shit was dope!190

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Superstar (Remix)

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] Ah, ah, oh my God All this for me, I must be on my job First album was a classic, never got an award Took my first 10 grand and bought a Honda Accord And then I pack them thangs inside the Honda Accord And put them on a highway and watch the Honda Accord "Excuse me engineer, hope you pressing record" And on behalf of the streets, I just can't be ignored I stay in all black just like a new Glock All the broads screaming like they just seen 2Pac Say his earrings 'bout as big as his ego Keep a fresh bald head like he just left chemo This ain't even mine, this is Lupe's single And every time I watch The Wire, it's like I just left B-More Call me Marlo, come be my Snoopy Superstar, baby, why wouldn't you do me [Hook 1 - Mathew Santos] If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here And the microphones And they wanna know You might also like[Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco] You on your 15th minute of fame and on the 16th Beginith the lame, and on 17 you lose everything The 21st is the worst, wishing you was 11 Popping like you was 7 with the feeling when you was seconds Reminiscing when you was just in Now you just him, no longer the trend they dressin' Now you wondering where all the press went You no longer impress them Get arrested, paparazzi will press then I fell on purpose to stay a freshman I lose, but Lu attend the school for X-Men So when I get my cap and gown and put the rapping down I'll only know half my powers, but I spent half an hour Like a senior citizen, having a baby shower Haters wanna budget, but my fans still love it So you can ask them exactly who I are Nine weeks at number one, I'm a superstar [Hook 2 - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The crowd is here And the lights are on And they want a show [Verse 3 - T.I.] OK now, Anyone who know me, they know me to ride But when the shit was selling slow, it's just my homies and I Had to get rid of all the phonies and the homies's disguise So you speaking and I don't reply, homie, don't be surprised You ain't gotta ride for me, I ain't asked you to Take a journey on my own, I would gladly do You go and turn around, now, I call the cab for you I stand up on my own two, he kissed a ass of who No way, Jose, we pop Rose, blow dro, that's more than okay See but don't say, my folks they flip, more yay than Cirque Du Soleil Keyser Söze, oh they, kill people and get off like O.J You catch your case, just shut your face, don't get caught singing do-re Mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, ghetto hero, G Code. I obey He's so gay. Didn't have no business hanging 'round me, no way It's okay, life lesson learned, I suggest that you go your way I be straight, no conversation, man, this all I'm gon say [Hook 3 - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A ghetto superstar Then have no fear Cause the gangsters here And I'm gonna blow the dro You already know [Verse 4: Young Jeezy] Wishing it would stop raining, just finished slanging Rap ain't selling but I'm still maintaining Tryna to keep changing, same old shows Rich get richer and the broke get poor Q did for came back game swoll Now Jimmy locked up with 9 months to go A nigga named slow used to get money fast Lil' David has a Cadillac I wish I had Young B got killed, now we miss Big Wrath When homicide came, guess who they grabbed I remember Rico everywhere we go He would pay the DJ just to let me flow Everything we know, we get it from these streets Can't wait 'til the day Lil Bud released Now my sister in jail and my brother is too In case you wanna know what my mother going through [Hook - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A ghetto superstar Then have no fear Cause the gangsters here And I'm gonna blow the dro You already know [Verse 5: Young Jeezy] I met this lady she said she my auntie Never got to meet her cause my daddy didn't want me The light bill due and the water bill late Time got her, got a little girl yesterday Just made [?] and he right back in there Get him out. What he did? I don't even care Yeah, he got popped when his kids was around Took his to Chuck-E-Cheese and got gunned down Now he on the run, hope he never get caught Charges he facing was not his fault The police shot the wife, he got a lawsuit Hit him in his arm for nothing, what would y'all do? My niece Tina ran away from the group home I'm tryna get custody, it's taking 'em too long So if you didn't see me in the video with 50 Just know I'm in the ghetto, somewhere in my city [Hook - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A ghetto superstar Then have no fear Cause the gangsters here And I'm gonna blow the dro You already know3

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Successful

Drake

[Intro: Trey Songz] The money (Money), cars (Cars) The clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose Yeah [Chorus: Trey Songz] I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Verse 1: Drake] Drizzy Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothin' realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much'll kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear A lot of y'all are still soundin' like last year The game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head Take my verses too serious, you'll hate me 'Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD Yeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for it Diss me, you'll never hear a reply for it Any award show or party, I get fly for it I know that it's comin', I just hope that I'm alive for it See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus: Trey Songz] I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, I want things to go my way But as of late, a lot of shit been goin' sideways And my mother tried to run away from home But I left something in the car and so I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me, so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2" And 40, that was all before I showed up And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poured up Damn, my reality just set in And even when the Phantom's leased, them hoes wanna get in I do a lot of things hopin' I never have to fit in So tryna keep up with my progress, it's like a dead-end My girl love me, but fuck it, my heart beats slow And right now the tour bus is lookin' like a freak show And life change for us every single week, so It's good, but I know this ain't the peak though 'cause I want the: [Chorus: Trey Songz] I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Interlude] Alright well, um, alright. We... we'll fuckin' figure it out. You know what you—you know what you're doin' with it, you know, makin' it to the top. All the way to the top. Yeah, you do it for the money, and not the honey, you know what I'm sayin'? You know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 3: Drake] Wise words from a decent man Back when I was trying to put a ring on Alisha hand This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan And my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza man In-person I am everything and more I'm everywhere these other niggas never been before But inside I'm treadin' water, steady tryna swim to shore I'm on a shopping spree to get whatever is in store Yeah, just call me "Shoppin' Bag Drizzy" Or call me Mr. "Damn, he ain't coppin' that, is he?" And fans of the freshman is about to get iffy While this youngin that you doubted is about to get busy I'ma kill it, I promise, that's how I know you're mad I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads The big homie, use a flash if you must And I swear I ain't askin' for much, all I want is the... [Chorus: Trey Songz & Drake] Yeah, I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be (Yeah), I just wanna be successful (That's all I want, man) I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful (You gotta tell 'em, Trey) I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Interlude: Drake] Yeah, it's like I, it's like I know what I gotta say I just don't know... how to say it... to you [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Uh, pardon the swag, but bitch, it's Car-tey Long bread, I don't eat shortcake, how come I can't Miss a woman like I can't miss court dates Cheese, but she's not in this portrait And yeah, life's fine, but I don't portray I'm on the other side, but it is a short gate I don't want the glow, I want the glo-ray And I'ma fuck the world, but this is just foreplay Tired of hearin' bullshit, bring on the cow shit Haven't met a smell that's stinkier than our shit And that's word to Toronto So high up, I got birds in the condo Ha, ain't that a female dog? Ask her who I am to her, and she yell, "God" Weezy Baby, I go re-al hard No further details, boy33

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My President

Jeezy

[Intro: Jeezy] Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this, by the way, nigga Some real shit right here, nigga This'll be the realest shit you ever quote Let's go [Chorus: Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go [Verse 1: Jeezy] Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night I don't know what you fishin' for, but catch you a great white Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bales? Who knew what came with jail? Who knew what came with prison? Just 'cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician? Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal? And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a Seminole? I say, and I quote, "We need a miracle" And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict Be all you can be, now don't that sound like some dumb shit When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Bu It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R., Arizona Rep for them real niggas, I'm winnin' in California Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Chorus: Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go [Verse 2: Jeezy] I said I woke up this mornin', headache this big Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos Love me some spinach dip, I'm addicted to Houston's And if them numbers is right I'll take a trip out to Houston An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G. It's all love, Bun, I'm forgivin' you, Pimp C You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind If he could speak down from Heaven, he'd tell me stay on my grind Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine Stuntin' on Martin Luther, feelin' just like a king Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream [Chorus: Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go (Yeah) [Verse 3: Nas] Our history, Black history No president ever did shit for me Had to hit the streets, had to flip some kis So a nigga won't go broke Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can't go vote So I spend dough on these hoes strippin' She ain't a politician, honey's a pole-itician My president is Black, Rose golden charms Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you That can arouse your ego, we've got mouths to feed, so Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from 'Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from No matter how big you can ever be For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity For years there's been some prize horses in this stable Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yo, Obama for real They gotta put your face on the 5,000 dollar bill [Chorus: Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go [Outro: Jeezy] See, I'm sittin' here right now, man It's June 3rd, haha, 2:08 a.m. Nigga, I wanna say win, lose or draw Man, we congratulate you already, homie See, I motivate the thugs, right? You motivate us, homie, that's what it is This a hands-off policy Y'all touch him, we ridin', nigga Yeah, first Black president, win, lose or draw, nigga Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is, man? Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T. Washington, homie Oh, you ain't think I knew that shit? Sydney Poitier, what they do? Our president is Black I'm important too though I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini Yeah, haha, you know what I'm sayin'? Nah, for real, though, we ready for change16

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One Mic

Nas

[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Nas] [Intro] One time Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us One knee, I ducked, could it be my time is up? But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I shoot back, fuck gettin' hit This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb We need more warriors soon, sent from the stars, sun and the moon In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience leavin' victims with doctors If you really think you ready to die with nines out This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now You might also like[Chorus] Yo, all I need is one mic All I need is one mic (That's all I need) All I need is one mic (All I need, niggas) All I need is one mic (Yeah) [Verse 2] All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact, maybe more than one Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them Jesus died at age thirty-three, there's thirty-three shots From twin Glocks, there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means one of my guns was holdin' seventeen Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up shootin' from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, two mini nines If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down 'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now [Chorus] All I need is one mic (That's all I need, niggas, that's all I need) All I need is one mic (There's nothin' else in the world) All I need is one mic (That's all a nigga need to do his thing, you know?) All I need is one mic (This is all I need) [Verse 3] All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggas'll move on you Only if they know what your weakness is, I have none Too late to grab guns, I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin' War gets deep, some beef is everlastin' Complete with thick scars Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards Drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a cop'll get killed, body found in a dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggas throwin' dirt on my name Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complained Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true, she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes Movin' with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found You need some soul-searchin', the time is now [Chorus] All I need is one mic (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) All I need is one mic (All I ever needed in this world, fuck cash) All I need is one mic (Fuck the cars, the jewelry) All I need is one mic (To spread my voice to the whole world, baby)55

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Shadrach

Beastie Boys

[Intro: Rose Stewart] Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey [Verse 1: MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All] Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it? Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic For those about to rock, we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost, but now I'm found The music washes over, and you're one with the sound Well, who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire We're just three emcees, and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! [Chorus: Sly Stone, Rose Stewart] Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad— Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm You might also like[Verse 2: MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All] Only twenty-four hours in a day Only twelve notes, well, a man can play Music for all, but not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers (Wow) If not for my vices, and my bugged-out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires 'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic I mix business and pleasure way too much You know, wine and women and song and such I don't get blue, I got a mean red streak You don't pay the band, your friends, yo, that's weak Get even like Steven (Even) like pulling a Rambo Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! (You know) [Chorus: Sly Stone, Rose Stewart, (Ad-Rock)] Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad— Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm [Verse 3: MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All] Steal from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks Givin' to the poor, and I always give thanks Because I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger I hold the title, and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens And I'm always going out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman (Newman) [Break: Sly Stone, Ballin' Jack] (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shad—) (Oh, never gonna let 'em say that I don't love you) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) [Verse 4 MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All, (Sample)] Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts And Adam Yoggin is Yauch, and he's rockin' of course, wow Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Like Jerry Lee Swaggart or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter (Say what?) The popcorn Sippin' on wine and mackin' Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin', yeah Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Homes (Being very proud of bein' emcees) And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do? Hell no! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! [Chorus: Sly Stone, (Ad-Rock)] Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad— [Outro: Rose Stewart] Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey6

Punk

Super High

Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross] Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay's My Cassie's sassy so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11 I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather Uhh, we shinin' when it's pitch dark Yeah this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part (Uhh) Fuck the marketin', look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton [Chorus: Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh) Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Yeah, yeah, bring your sexy ass over here, baby I wanna buy my bitch every bag And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back (Uhh) I wanna take my bitch around the globe Hawaii hang-gliding in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes (Woo) Red Bottoms by the barrel Pop them Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel Twenty thousand up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army Andele, andele, baby move fast (Yeah) She drop it down and bring it back, I like that (I like that) I wanna buy my bitch every bag So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh) Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Post-Chorus: Rick Ross] If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with The Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine [Verse 3: Ne-Yo] Ooh, woman of a caliber Only seen in magazines and calendars (Ahh) And I'm sittin' with Ms. October Cause my birthday's in October (Sittin' with Ms. 'Tober) Strawberry and her Rosé (Oh) I can see it in her eye as she wink and she toast me (Oh) And later on we gonna mosey To a place less populated and get cozy [Chorus: Rick Ross & Ne-Yo] If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Super high) Rozay, Rozay Cause we are, we are, super high (Rozay) Ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Post-Chorus: Rick Ross] If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine [Outro: Ice Cube, Ne-Yo & Rick Ross] What the fuck are they yellin'? What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high) What the fuck are they yellin'? What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay) What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay) What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay) What the fuck are they yellin'? What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high, ooh)3

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Rite Where U Stand

Gang Starr

[Verse 1: Guru] Yo, I don't even want to fight with you, man I'll lay you right where you stand You can catch a few shells One go right through your Polo, man Usually I'm dolo, and I got a crazy team Call 'Kiss to ride on you, watch for the laser beam Shit, it's that O.G. flavor Remind you of a corner bodega and that Olde E behavior On play, but I ain't trying to scuffle with chumps My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump Troublesome to anyone who stands in the way I'll stand and I'll spray, fuck if your man's in the way Your girl want me ‘cause I do it better than you The whole world wants me, nigga, I'm a legend to you Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggas Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seeing them figures It don't matter, you don't have to be liking me, man Keep playing, you'll be laying there, right where you stand [Hook - Jadakiss] Gun on my waist, knife in my hand I keep telling you cowards I'ma leave you there, right where you stand I don't want to talk and I ain't trying to fight with your man Trying to get it over quick, leave you right where you stand Some say I'm trifling; sometimes I rightfully am But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am D-Block, Gang Starr, leave you right where you stand, what You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss] You wanna know why I invest All my money into haze and into dope? ‘Cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope Respect first, then money – basic shit If you got niggas under pressure, you could take they shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have the ambulance Pass your Timberlands off right to your man ‘Cause he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin' but look When it come to beef, he don't want do nothin' but cook As soon as the chrome scope him Right there, two in the dome, smokin' 'Kiss keeps funeral homes open I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn And you know they say it takes something to happen for niggas to learn Let the .40 Cal give 'em a perm This industry is like bacteria, and my flow is a germ Just mad ‘cause you'll never be as nice as I am J to the "mwah" and I'll leave you right where you stand [Scratches] [Verse 3: Guru] I see you got the fear of God in you We'll tear your heart in two Too bad you didn't know what you got into Yeah, the most righteous, to Malcolm got a close likeness My name carry weight, decapitate most vipers Hot rhyme-spitter, dime-hitter, case-beater Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters Chasin' beavers? Nah, I don't ever have to do that P.I. till I die, and then I laugh at you cats You happy perhaps ‘cause you got dough and bitches But no love in the streets, only from 'mos and snitches Only from the meat-lappin', suckers won't see it happen Cross that line, then it's time for the heat-clappin' I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me I got game to make Janet wanna spend on me Some say I'm triflin', and sometimes I rightfully am Get your man: I'll lay him right where he stand [Hook]4

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Miss Me

Drake

[Verse 1: Drake | Bun B] I said, "Tell me what's really goin' on" Drizzy back up in this thing, I'm ready, what's hannenin'? Gone for surgery but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfuckin' scratch-and-win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothin' ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife, yo' bitch is as hot as ice Every time you see me, I look like I hit the lotto twice Drake, you got 'em, right? Yeah, I got 'em, Bun I love myself 'cause I swear their life is just not as fun Neeks got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ got my credit cards and a lot of ones Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple Sprite Someone tell Maliah I'm on fire, she should work tonight Call up King of Diamonds and tell Chyna it'd be worth the flight I'll be at my table, stackin' dollars to the perfect height Work somethin', twerk somethin', basis She just tryna make it so she right here gettin' naked I don't judge her, I don't judge her but I could never love her 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and soon she'll have met another That's why me and Lil Jaz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up? I'm just feelin' sorry for whoever gotta sweep up Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything And Drake just stand for Do Right And Kill Everything I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it I hope one day we get married just to say we fuckin' did it And girl, I'm fuckin' serious, I'm wit' it if you wit' it 'Cause yo' verses turn me on and yo' pants are mighty fitted Ugh, damn! I think you caught me in a moment Like I catch 'em stealin' flows 'cause I swear I never loaned it And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rollin' So come and get a portion of this money that we blowin' 'Cause it's on See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus: Drake] Yeah, girl, it's on You know what it is when I finally make it home I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah I hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss me a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ooh, shit, motherfucker, God damn Kickin' bitches out the condo like Pam Gettin' money every day, I'm a groundhog 'Bout to scoop ya girl up like a ground ball I walk light so I don't piss the ground off Man, I swear, my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown off Ew, that's nasty Yes, I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic James Bond cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run and tell they friends like a marathon Voice baritone, haters carry on Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes Young Money's Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone When she masturbate to me, that's how she learn every song To the women I condone, better write me when I'm gone No, I'm not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack Bone Uh, I'm a love machine And I won't work for nobody but you It's only me and her 'cause the Bugatti a coupe It's Blood gang, slime, but I parlay with Snoop I ain't lyin', I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn you to a vegetable like you lyin' in soup And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose Man, I got so many styles, I am a group Ha ha, damn! I'll be gone 'til November But fuck it, I ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gon' kill 'em I'm stickin' to the script like lint on denim Momma said "If the rules ain't bent, don't bend 'em" Real nigga talkin' – shut the fuck up, ho! Gotta do it one time for Haiti – what up, Zo? Weezy F. Baby and the F is for Front Do' 'Cause that's where I brang it Soo-woo if you bangin', motherfucker! [Chorus: Drake] Yeah, girl, it's on You know what it is when I finally make it home I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah I hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss me a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone [Outro: Drake] Uh, yeah, forever in our hearts JJ, we love you boy—H-Town! I’m gone, I’m gone, when I’m gone I’m gone, I’m gone, when I’m gone I just hope that you miss me, miss me Miss me, miss me Miss me a little when I’m gone Miss me a little when I’m gone, gone, gone Oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah45

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99 Problems

JAY-Z

[Produced by Rick Rubin] [Chorus] If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one [Verse 1] I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes I'm from the hood, stupid! What type of facts are those? If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough I'm like, "Fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole! , you can press fast forward" Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads Fuckers, I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has I'm from rags to riches, niggas, I ain't dumb I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! [Chorus] Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! You might also like[Verse 2] The year is '94, in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin' law Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car or Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road I heard, "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?" ‘Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low? Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some more? "Well, you was doing fifty-five in a fifty-four License and registration and step out of the car Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are" I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?" Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something? Somebody important or something?" Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "Well, we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come!" I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! [Chorus] Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one [Verse 3] Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform You know the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' And he and his boys gonna be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' em D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mil' for bail ‘cause I'm African All because this fool was harassin' them Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got ninety-nine problems, bein' a bitch ain't one – hit me! [Chorus] Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! [Outro] You crazy for this one, Rick It's your boy131

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Nas Is Like

Nas

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] (Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is like; Nas is like; Nas is like) Umm, Premo, Nas Yeah, yeah, yo (Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is like) [Verse 1] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein' born Same time a man is murdered — the beginnin' and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain My plateau and also what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign's for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline, am I sane? That depends, carry MAC-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustlin' for cars that cost dough To the big dogs livin' large, takin' it light Pushin' big toys, gettin' nice, enjoyin' your life It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell... (Nas, Nas, Nas) You might also like[Chorus] Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' (Uh) No doubt! Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel (Uh, uh) My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' (Uh) No doubt! (Uh) [Verse 2] (Nas is like...) Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas (Nas is like...) Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, After the Death, the last one left Let my cash invest in stock Came a long way from blastin' TEC's on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes givin' fellatio, siete zeros Bet my 9 spit for the pesos But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise — thug or die Makin' choices that determine my future under the sky To rob, steal or kill, I'm wonderin' why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later, we'll all see who the prophet is [Chorus] Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' (C'mon) No doubt! Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' No doubt! (Uh) [Verse 3] (Nas is like...) Sex to a nympho, but nothin' sweet I'm like beef, bustin' heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf breather Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin' somethin' deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your 9, your man you would die for Always got you, I’m like Pac, dude you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies I'm like all races combined in one man, like the '99 Summer Jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like bein' locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam I'm the feelin' of a millionaire spendin' a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it and I write down, and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it in ya system every night, now [Chorus] Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' No doubt! Nas is like... life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like... half-man, half-amazin' No doubt! (Uh) Nas is like93

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Run

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Psst Yo (Yo), yo-yo (Yo), yo (Five-O) Oh shit, yo (Yo, let me out), run [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground The pound fell, cops is coming Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons So I stopped at the second floor, ran across Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie-talkies them D.T.s had, Black, they was rated PG Run, I will not give up, no, quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo) Take me to— Ghost, here they come now Rrt, pull off quick, back up Hit the bitch dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff Run, I will not get bagged on a rock Run, I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops Run, they amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, I'm not coming home when i'm fifty-six (No) Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me in shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curve, swerve and get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killing shit, they must got word That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge You might also like[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker [Interlude: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] Aha, I might got take my shirt off (Yeah, kid) I like that one (Uh-huh, go in, go in), yo, uh [Verse 2: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] It's task force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard Clear twelve-twelves that look like stuffed shells I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales while they puff Ls Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything I learned from the OGs to save everything They come by one more time, they gon' hop out They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out Then I can get rid of the pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that, uh Downshifting on 'em like I got gears on me Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run) Scared to death, running like I got bears on me (Run) My Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me (Run) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at And I'm asthmatic, so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at But they too close, and I got this new toast Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker2

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Who I Am

Wiz Khalifa

[Intro] Yeah You are now tuned in to W.E.E.D I am your host, Mr. EZ Rider, ya dug? Always rollin' up back to back But right now we gon' take you on a smooth ride Straight outta the 412 My man Wiz Khalifa here Something y'all can all sing along to [Verse 1] I be rolling Riding Oh so fly I be so, so high She see I'm that guy you wanna ride with Like my car? Get inside it You excited? I don't blame you Everywhere I go, all them hoes act the same too I don't wanna date you I just wanna take you home And do somethin' grown folks can relate to You think I'mma play you? I would hate to Long as you stay cool We should be straight, boo Bitch, I'm a straight fool No I can't lie Don't let a day go by where I ain't high Pump your brake lights That means slow it down Know who I is And now it's 'bout to go down You wanna roll now? Well, let's ride out Right now I'll show you what I'm 'bout See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Hook] Try to front when you see me in the club Bitch, you know who I am Gettin' weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you know who I am They be runnin' up and showin' all this love 'Cause they know who I am Didn't notice it, but now you're goin' nuts 'Cause you know who I am [Verse 2] I be caking Making All this money Look honey I ain't faking Say that you taken That's cool with me 'Cause you and your boyfriend Ain't got shit to do with me Truthfully Real talk I pimp hard She tell them lames get lost Bottles of Patron Good green in my cigar See you and your girls Watching me and my niggas Now that your with us If not Wiz Young fuckin' rap star I just get it how I live This ain't the first time That you heard about Wiz So how are you feelin' me? Don't front and act like it is Say you ain't the type to just Let anyone pound Just letting me come 'round Now she a bus down Feeling my convo? Then mami let's ride out Right now I'll show you what I'm 'bout [Hook] Try to front when you see me in the club Bitch, you know who I am Gettin' weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you know who I am They be runnin' up and showin' all this love 'Cause they know who I am Didn't notice it, but now you're goin' nuts 'Cause you know who I am13

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Let the Beat Build (Freestyle)

Fabolous

[Verse] I came back for it like I left it, nigga You try me and get more than a "E" for effort, nigga My shorty don't curse, so she said eff her nigga Threw him out the house, Jazzy Jeff'd the nigga My advice -- get your money, cut the corny shit My homie said, "Keep it coming," like a horny bitch Shit; well, I must know her spot And everybody sweating me -- they must know I'm hot Might not meet another nigga like myself I swim in it -- you gon' think you slept with Michael Phelps Tired of this bullshit -- this how Michael felt Watching what I'm counting -- bitch, would you like to help? Money talks, nigga, and nobody hear ya Rims big -- midgets use them for a body mirror And I just pulled that B up out of J.D.'s hive I let my lady drive; we on the 85 World's waiting with ten stack bag I walked in with that "Yeah that's right -- I'm back" swag A gang of us but nah, we don't back flags Red or blue, everybody goes in black bags Black coupe, black mags, black gut, black rag Gucci belt, but the jeans in the bag sag Yeah, I'm showing my ass Girl, the dick good money -- get to blowing the cash I call my nigga Jeezy up -- "Boy, you gotta throw me one Remember that Dominican? Yeah nigga, you owe me one You know how I like 'em, homie -- tell 'em they would like to know me And if you one-two check it, bitch, microphone me" This is Loso, case you didn't know so Damn, the lights are coming on; guess it's time to go, so The end of the night, a real nigga need a real bitch And this is how getting money feel, bitchSee Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like

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Unforgettable

Drake

[Intro: Aaliyah] Let me know, let me know Ahhh, let me know Let me know, let me know [Verse 1: Drake] Uhh, yeah This is really one of my dumbest flows ever, I haven’t slept in days And me and my latest girl agreed to go our separate ways So I’m single, thinkin' 'bout what we had and missin' you But I ain't Santa, I got somethin' for these bad bitches too I mean paparazzi on me, tryin' not to get caught out They always seem to catch me with the woman that I brought out Baby don’t hold on too long 'cause that’s how them stories start out And all the girls that played me eat your muthafuckin' heart out It's Drizzy, always gone but never hard to find And since you can’t escape me, do I ever cross your mind? Because all this shit is new to me, I’m learnin' to behave And still spendin' every dollar they encourage me to save But I’m good, I know that niggas would kill for this lifestyle I’m lookin' forward to the memories of right now Never forgettin' from where I came And no matter where I’m headed, I promise to stay the same I'm just [Chorus: Jeezy | Drake] I’m just ridin' 'round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl, I’m the realest nigga she been around When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talkin' 'bout the greatest I just really hope that (I just really hope that you'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang ('Cause I'm tryna be unforgettable) See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verse 2: Jeezy] This just might be my realest flow ever When I say "for life,” y'all say "forever" It's hard but it's fair, I told that girl life hurts The closest you gon' get to this is a Pac t-shirt The name's Young baby, you know I live that thug life The good die young so I’ma need a thug wife Yeah, I’m talkin' his and her firearms Know our jewelry probably louder than a car alarm Yeah, I remember I used to have to sneak the car Now my insides looking like a Snickers bar Yeah, I’m talking caramel leathers Damn right, so fly I need feathers Same shit in them streets, so what's the dilly? Young done everything in the A but fuck Chilli So welcome to my life: no two days the same Like for y'all to meet the love of my life, her name's the game [Chorus: Jeezy | Drake] I’m just ridin' 'round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl, I’m the realest nigga she been around When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talkin' 'bout the greatest I just really hope that (I just really hope that you'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang ('Cause I'm tryna be unforgettable) [Outro: Jeezy | Aaliyah] Got my top dropped on this beautiful night It's a beautiful night to live my beautiful life Pain hurts like a cut from a beautiful knife Just know she right here on my hip, my beautiful wife Yeah, Drizzy we got 'em lil' bruh, unforgettable You’ll never forget this, ya understand me? Timeless homie, unforgettable Let me know, let me know25

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Winner

Jamie Foxx

[Intro: T.I., Jamie Foxx & Justin Timberlake] T.I.P. (Yo, uh) Ay Jamie, JT (Oh) I'm 'bout to get back hot again man You know I'm fresh out that thang, let go You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I'm so up there and so out there, you so not here Hey, hey, you see we so up there and we so out there Uh, yeah, let me get it right here first. Hey! [Verse 1: Justin Timberlake] I'm wakin', up in the morning Hustlin' to the stage, if I've been performin' Bustlin' through the hay and bustin' the door in Lately nothin' messes up my step and scorin' And speakin' of the Misses, I'm watchin' 'em pour in (Uh) Just like a drink that I'm enjoyin' And don't mean bottles, you welcome to join in Just look at me soarin', feelin' like Jordan [Bridge: Justin Timberlake] (Aaah-ah) Hold up I ain't finished yet On the top but you just don't get it yet I don't get cut, I make 'em cut the check Can't hear me in the stands, let me say it again (Aaah-ah) You ain't heard I'm the shit On the top but you just don't get it yet I never got cut but I make 'em cut the check So hate on but guess what You might also like[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Jamie Foxx] I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothin bigger than this So just pass me the ball You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I can't miss, can't lose, can't miss You know you lookin at winner, winner, winner `Cause I'm a winner, yeah I'm a winner [Verse 2: Jamie Foxx] I'm steppin' out in the evening Keep winnin' and screamin' You gotta be cheatin' but I'm so breezy I make this look easy And y'all thinkin' I'm seasoned, you gotta believe me I went from TVs to screens to DVDs To CDs to MP3s overseas I got, no time, the talking is boring Just look at me soarin', feeling like Jordan [Bridge: Jamie Foxx] (Aaah-ah) Hold up I ain't finished yet On the top but you just don't get it yet I never got cut, I make 'em cut the check Can't hear me in the stands, let me say it again (Aaah-ah) You ain't heard I'm the shit On the top but you just don't get it yet I never got cut but I make 'em cut the check So hate on but guess what [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Jamie Foxx] I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothin bigger than this So just pass me the ball You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I can't miss, can't lose, can't miss You know you lookin at winner, winner, winner `Cause I'm a winner, yeah I'm a winner [Verse 3: T.I.] That's right, you see the, Porsche Panamera, got 'em in hysteria The turbo super fast and that McLaren even scarier Hear me turnin' corners, burnin' rubber in your area I'm hard to follow once I pop the clutch and hit the throttle I'm recession proof, I don't run to money, money run to me In this economy, guess I'm considered an anomaly Bugattis, Maseratis, new Ferraris, I got one of each My future bright, tight like the pussy out in front of me Turn pain to progression in every studio session Passion into perfection, to failure I'm an exception Fuck if you wanna lose, to battle me is a blessing You couldn't die at the hands of a better man I ran from the bottom to the best, no Auto-Tune Been in the lead, say you seen King follow whom Never that, I'm the freshest go ask whoever that King back, money long as a old Cadillac [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Jamie Foxx] I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothin bigger than this So just pass me the ball You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I can't miss, can't lose, can't miss You know you lookin at winner, winner, winner `Cause I'm a winner, yeah I'm a winner [Outro: T.I.] Hey man, you thought a little vacation was gonna hold me back homeboy Man, I'm back man, brighter than ever You understand that? If you didn't like me then, ha, you gonna hate me now nigga3

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Beanie (Mack Bitch)

Beanie Sigel

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Beanie Sigel] You know my name, bitch Uhh.. yeah.. hold up The streets gave me heat, and the Eagle was the thing that they gave me It's the rap guerilla that still clap...fucker Yeah, guess who's back? [Verse 1] Mack, bitch - I move blocks and pounds I move out with small blocks and towns Move out with small Glocks and pounds (uh-huh) And I take everything to the table, bag and rock it down Fuck who watching now; the neighbors, they in pocket now Fuck you haters -- cop some pocket now When it come to coke, you can't outwit me; mine cheap 'Bout to take over the city of Philly like John Street Nigga, ask all y'all fiends, they call me Chef Boy-ar-Beans Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper Right amount of flour sifting it up Coke spots running by the hour, shifting it up Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble Gorilla niggas going apes in this concrete jungle Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble You might also like[Hook] BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Yeah, but guess who back [Verse 2] It's Mack, bitch - uh-huh, back in the mix of the scuffle I'm in the hood with them chips like Ruffles Box man, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxing You will lay, nigga I'm not playing Listen, whether I make cash or take cash I'm in the hood eating with my dog like when we break fast B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad Shit, when I skate past, bitches shake ass I sit four-thirty deep in wheels You 'bout four-thirty cheap in wheels - small Benz Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill Big Beans, sitting in Bentley my heart peels Zero to sixty so quickly -- how you want it? You can have it Drop top, stick shift, automatic Back wheels still smoking 6-4 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious [Hook] BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Yeah, but guess who back [Verse 3] On the low though (shh!), the whole city is mine I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here Niggas talk about the crack game slowed up, BULLSHIT You switched your hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh) While you wasting your time spitting them rhymes I'm getting mine spitting them rhymes, plus still pitching them dimes And the spot still sick with da grime Glock 26 nigga but I'm sicker than nine I'm live with the pound, small silencer calming the sound Stick with the seven, strictly Smith with the seven (shit) When I drop back and cock back And pop that, I'm popping for keeps - I'm not getting stopped in the streets Imagine that a nigga trying to rock Mack Only nigga did it was Jay, and he did it when I signed the contract [Hook] BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Yeah, but guess who back

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Arab Money (Remix)

Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Ron Browz] Ayo, somebody tell Steven Spielberg and George Lucas thank you for directing this movie! Hashi Miki Hallah! Means "It's The Remix!" [Hook: Busta Rhymes & Ron Brown] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Look, you can talk about your money but I really don't care I'm into copping strange shit, now I'm trying to buy air! (gasps) As the first black nigga that's a rap trillionaire I control heat, I'm about to buy the ozone layer! I'm into copping minerals now: diamonds and granite So much paper I could probably gift wrap a planet And clone a million Janets Respect my accomplishments As Salam Alaykoum Wa Rahmatoullah Wa Barakatouh !! [Hook: Busta Rhymes & Ron Brown] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! See Busta Rhymes LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like[Verse 2: Diddy] Hamdoullilah with my billions pilin' I'm just wyling, bought 2 islands Lakshmi Mittal-in', diamonds is salmon Bout to buy 5th Ave, bitch I'm just stylin' Money insane; while Jay was popping bottles I was buying out planes just to fly around Spain Fuck a recession, I'm still invested Bout to buy Dubai and swim in a shark section Fuck it, the dark section (It's the remix) Bitch, that's the Barack section [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Puff Daddy & Ron Browz] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine We gettin' Bad Boy money! We gettin' Bad Boy money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! [Verse 3: Ron Browz] You might catch me in a coup that cost 100 thous "Haka la Sheika" means "I love you, Ron Browz!" My money make noise, yours quiet as a mouse Send an e-mail: Ether Boy's in the house All the girls love me, yeah I pop bubbly "Haka hashahi" means "shorty, dumb, ugly" Find me on the dance floor doing the duggy Trucks sit high, dude, next to your buggy [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown & Swizz Beatz] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Don't call me Swizz no more Call me Kasim Daoud Shams ul-Din [Verse 4: Swizz Beatz] When I come through, hit you with that brand new Bugatti Coupe; damn thing only-only seats 2 But you know who (who?) Goon who be riding in my passenger Side, we be flying shit, 2.5 in it Hey, h-hey-hey-HEY - I'm in my Jeezy watching TV She call me "Ha-habibi" while she feeding me linguine Left right, l-left right - that Arab dance popping right Swizz Beatz, Busta Bus, the money-money buss pipes [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown & (T-Pain)] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Nappy Boy!) [Verse 5: T-Pain] I let my chain hang down with the rest of them Teddy Pain rain down on the rest of them Mr. Stripper Man that be hollering "get em man!" I'm at em, man Rubberband; dropping money bombs like a Taliban Oh la la, we getting Arab money You want this hook, you gonna pay that money Save that money, give it to my kids I'll take that honey, give her all my kids like - [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown, (T-Pain) & Akon] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine (Swag!) We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Swag!) Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Akon Konvict, Music We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Nappy Boy!) [Verse 6: Akon] I got that Arab money 4-star Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim Straight cash when I come in Lemme exchange the currency cause it's all foreign I got that A-RAB MONEY! Waking up to 5 concubines in the morning Diamond mines still runnin' Own all of Africa, you can ask Tarzan [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown, (Akon) & Lil Wayne] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim ! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine (Hey!) (Cynical!) Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Cynical!) Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim ! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine (Hey!) Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Konvict Music) Alright, Bus [Verse 7: Lil' Wayne & (Busta Rhymes)] Calendar say I get money everyday Smile look like iced-out Perrier Bury me a G and tell her kids that I was Now jump into your grave if you dig what I dug Cash Money Universal a multi-check 20 chains look like a scarf on my neck Young Money Entertainment: girls and fame (Induct a motherfucker in the Money Hall of Fame) Arab money [Hook: Busta Rhymes & Ron Brown] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arrab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arrab money! We gettin' Arab money!18

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Light Up

Drake

[Verse 1: Drake] Uh, I've been up for four days, gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffers and low fades I keep thinkin', how young can you die from old age? They always tell me: "Nobody's workin' as hard as you" And even though I laugh it off, man, it's probably true 'Cause while all of my closest friends out partyin' I'm just here makin' all the music that they party to But party on, party on all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous: prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin' grown man liars Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire Uh, but I just want to tell the truth Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot The shit feel like when Fredro Starr Was in Sunset Park stuntin' hard in his yellow goose - yeah! And I'm a motherfuckin' missed target But a target nonetheless, and I just started Was that directed at moi? Can't be They must be talkin' to themselves, Hov: hands free Yeah, and I'm just fillin' up this daily planner Gettin' busy 'cause I'm a star: no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talkin' in they music And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends: Kelsey Grammer Yeah, that's what life becomes when you're doin' you Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow-talkin' with the women that are screwin' you Just know that she gon' tell another nigga When she through with you Don't get impatient when it takes too long Drink it all, even when it tastes too strong Yeah, I got to feel alive, even if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus: Drake | Jay-Z] Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Ay Guru tell, tell homegirl to open that Ace right there...) Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Oww, hoes turn they heads like owls I'm the man of the hour Triple entendre, don't even ask me how Con Edison flow, I'm connected to a higher power Bright lights'll make your whole city light up A trillion-watt light bulb when I'm in the night club I just landed in that G450 Caught the Mayweather fight 'cause the satellite was crispy, uhh Y'all can miss me with the money talk The smart money's on Hov', fuck what the dummies talk, uhh I don't do too much bloggin' I just run the town, I don't do too much joggin' Mm, I ain't got a scar yet 'Cause you fuckin' around with me and my dogs is far-fetched Drake, here's how they gon' come at you With silly rap feuds, tryin' to distract you In disguise, in the form of a favor The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors, uhh I done seen it all, done it all That's why none of these dum-dums could done him off The summer's ours, the winter too Top down in the winter, that's what winners do And to these niggas I'm like Windows 7 You let them tell it, they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was cool as the Fonz was But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn't change me But I would have went insane had I remained the same me Fuck niggas! Bitches, too! All I got is this money — this'll do [Chorus: Drake] Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go52

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POWER

Kanye West

[Produced by Andrew Dawson, Jeff Bhasker, Kanye West, Mike Dean & S1] [Intro: Kanye West] I'm living in that 21st century, doing something mean to it Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music [Chorus: Kanye West] No one man should have all that power The clock’s ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power (21st-century schizoid man) [Verse 1: Kanye West] The system broken, the school's closed, the prison's open We ain't got nothing to lose, motherfucker, we rolling Huh? Motherfucker, we rolling With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands In this white man world, we the ones chosen So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning Huh? I'll see you in the morning This is way too much, I need a moment [Chorus: Kanye West] No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] Fuck SNL and the whole cast Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass More specifically, they can kiss my asshole I'm an asshole? You niggas got jokes You short-minded niggas' thoughts is Napoleon My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in I embody every characteristic of the egotistic He knows he's so fuckin' gifted I just needed time alone with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind, but couldn't open up my own vault My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catching up with me Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody With these responsibilities that they entrusted me As I look down at my diamond-encrusted piece [Chorus: Kanye West] Thinking no one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder 'Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) [Verse 3: Kanye West] Colin Powells, Austin Powers Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation At the end of the day, goddamnit, I'm killing this shit I know damn well y'all feeling this shit I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with? How Ye doing? I'm survivin' I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin' Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hidin'? I got the power make your life so excitin' [Outro: Kanye West & Dwele] Now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Mmm, now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Now this will be a beautiful death Jumping out the window, letting everything go Letting everything go You got the power to let power go? (21st-century schizoid man)287

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Lose My Mind

Jeezy

[Intro: Jeezy] Let's get it, shawty! Oh, this that shit right here, nigga What's up? Yeah! What's up? 103, a-yo! (Yo) Nigga, 103 (A-yo!) When this shit drop in the club, nigga A-yo! Yo It go, it go... [Refrain: Jeezy] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe, waste two stacks (Yeah) Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) [Verse 1: Jeezy] I'm hearing voices in my head, think I'm schizophrenic (Schizophrenic) I swear they saying, "Let's get it," from another planet (Let's get it) Thirty-six a thousand times, I'm doing somersaults (Somersaults) Do it right, and you can live your whole summer raw (Yeah) I'm out my mind, yeah, a nigga seeing double, y'all (Double, y'all) Tell me, what's the chance of Jizzle fucking both of y'all? (Both of y'all) She said, "Long as we can do it with your ice on" (Ice on) If that's the case, we might as well leave the lights on (Yeah) I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand Swisher Sweets (Sweets) In my black-and-orange Charger: call it Trick or Treat (Yeah) It ain't nothing to a boss: my goons got goons (Goons) House stupid-dumb-big: my rooms got rooms (Yeah) See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Refrain: Jeezy & Plies] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe (Babe), waste two stacks (Yeah) Ayy, Young! This be rough, right? Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Goon Affiliated, baby! Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) Ayy, ayy [Verse 2: Plies] Guess what my mama told me? (What?) She hate my partners (What?) Guess why she hate em though (Why?) 'Cause all of em robbing Fuck the police (Fuck 'em), cause all of them problems (Problems) White girls fun (Why?), 'cause all of them swallow (Swallow) Why I ain't fuck her at the house? 'Cause the bitch hollered (Bitch) And where the pill man at? She need a blue dolphin (Dolphin) Old broke-ass nigga (Broke): stop cock-blocking (Blocking) Security, I need help cause the bitch stalking A half fuckin' mil' (Half), that's what the whip cost me (Cost me) 100 dollars (What?), that's what the pussy cost me (Ha) And when the niggas start hating, that's when the nigga lost me (Lost me) "Fantástico," that's what the hoes call me [Refrain: Jeezy] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe, waste two stacks (Yeah) Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) [Verse 3: Jeezy] Drop the top, no bra, got the titties out (Titties out) Mention my name and bring the whole city out (Yeah) Doing what I do best: d-boy stuntin' (Stuntin') New car, old money, d-boy stuntin' (Yeah) Step in cleaner than a new Glock-40 (Forty) My nickname in the A: "Strapped-Up Shawty" (Yeah) You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick (Toothpick) Line wrapped around the corner, boy, too big (Yeah) G-Code, black shades and my black chains (Black chains) Look, you wouldn't understand, it's a black thing (Black thing) You know we drink that Rosé til we black out (Black out) Wake up, drink some more, pass back out (Yeah) [Refrain: Jeezy] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe, waste two stacks (Yeah) Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) [Outro: Jeezy] What's up? (Nigga) 103, yo! (Yo) Nigga, 103 (A-yo! A-yo!) Nigga, 103! (A-yo! Yo!) It go, it go...3

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Rock Bottom

Eminem

[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] Ayo, this song is dedicated To all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And have no idea what it's like to be broke as fuck [Verse 1] I feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck I deserve respect but I work a sweat for this worthless check I'm 'bout to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged Full of venom and rage, 'specially when I'm engaged And my daughter's down to her last diaper, it's got my ass hyper I pray that God answers, maybe I'll ask nicer Watchin' ballers while they flossin' in they Pathfinders These overnight stars becomin' autograph-signers We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us Along with the small fries and average half-pinters But player-haters turnin' bitch like they have vaginas 'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us Money'll brainwash you and leave yo' ass mindless Them snakes slither in the grass, spineless You might also like[Chorus] That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear [Verse 2] My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams I'm hopin' things look up, but there ain't no job openings I feel discouraged, hungry and malnourished Livin' in this house with no furnace, unfurnished And I'm sick of workin' dead-end jobs with lame pay And I'm tired of bein' hired and fired the same day But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game, play 'Cause when we die, we know we all goin' the same way 'Cause it's cool to be the player, but it sucks to be the fan When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan Or comfortable and roomy in a 6 But they threw me in the mix with all these gloomy lunatics Who walk around depressed, and smoke a pound of cess a day And yesterday went by so quick, it seems like it was just today My daughter wants to throw the ball, but I'm too stressed to play Live half my life and throw the rest away [Chorus] That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear [Verse 3] There's people that love me and people that hate me (Yup) But it's the evil that made me This backstabbin', deceitful and shady (Mhm) I want the money, the women, the fortune and fame That means I end up burnin' in Hell, scorchin' in flame That means I'm stealin' your checkbook and forgin' your name This lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain 'Cause right now, I feel like I've just hit the rock bottom I've got problems, now everybody on my block's got 'em (Duh) I'm screamin' like them two cops when 2Pac shot 'em Holdin' two Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on 'em My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or socks on 'em And them rings you wearin' look like they got a few rocks on 'em And while you flaunt 'em I could be takin' 'em to shops to pawn 'em I got a couple of rings and a brand-new watch, you want 'em? 'Cause I ain't never went gold off one song I'm runnin' up on someone's lawn with guns drawn [Chorus] That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom133

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Bad Meets Evil

Eminem

[Produced by Jeff Bass] [Intro: Cowboy (Jeff Bass)] I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon 20 years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em Quickest damn gun-slingers I've ever seen Got murdered in cold-blood That old saloon there was their little home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night, you can still hear The footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da 5'9" [Verse 1: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] I don't speak, I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And the noise is spread Picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (Uhh) Trap him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed 'Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead (Ohh) I asked him to come to the dark side He made a choice and said (Yo) Who hard? Yo, I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity Holds that of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the Devil, intelligence level Is hellier than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist Interceptin' missiles with my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life, when the black knight mounted the white horse And stay over-worked, it's like the Nazis and the Nation Collaboratin', attemptin' to take over the Earth You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] 'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil We hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Seagal Above the law 'cause I don't agree with police either Shit, me neither [Verse 2: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] We ain't eager to be legal So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle I breathe ether in three lethal amounts While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle (Ahh) Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezin' range Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezin' rain (He's insane) No I'm not, I just want to shoot up And I'm pissed off, 'cause I can't find a decent vein The disaster with dreads, I'm bad enough to commit suicide And survive long enough to kill my soul after I'm dead When in danger, it's funny, actually my flavor's similar to a waiter 'Cause I serve any stranger with money I spray a hundred, man, until they joint chains While slippin' bullets at point-blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it Whippin' human ass, throwin' blows, crackin' jaws With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass I'm blazin' emcees, at the same time amazin' emcees Somehow, emcees ain't that eyebrow-raisin' to me From all of angles of us, flash a MAC loud enough To cast a avalanche and bust 'til volcanoes erupt [Interlude: Eminem] Hello? (Billy?) Ayo, what’s up? (We're comin' to get you) Stop, they know it's us [Verse 3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (Uh-uh) I'm the one who burned your house down (Oh) Well, I'm out now (Shit) And this time, I'm comin' back to blow your house up And I ain't gon' leave you with a window to jump out of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you won't see me, like fat people in steam rooms And when I go to hell and I'm gettin' ready to leave I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem] 'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil And we hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Seagal Against peaceful, see you in Hell for the sequel (We'll be waiting) See you in Hell (Uh-huh) Wall Street (Yup), Royce Da 5'9", Slim Shady (Uh) See you in Hell for the sequel (Bye-bye) Bad Meets Evil, what? (Until next time) [Outro: Cowboy (Jeff Bass)] And so, that's the story of when Bad meets Evil Two of the most wanted individuals in the county Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens It's too bad they had to go out the way they did Got shot in the back comin' out of that old saloon But their spirits still live on 'til this day Shh, wait, did y'all hear that?51

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9AM in Dallas

Drake

[Verse] These are my One St. Thomas flows Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes That look just like virgins but trust they down to go Discussing life and all our common goals Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll Look how the champagne diamonds glow Fine dining pour another glass when the wine is low I'm in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling Whatever it is I got, it's clearly appealing These other rappers getting that inferior feeling I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healing Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealing If you ain't got it, you ain't got it the theory is brilliant People ask how music is going, I heard it pays I just came off making two million in 30 days Damn, "I guess it does" is what the message was Sometimes I feel I be spending my money just because With Weezy I'm just out here repping us 'til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessing us Kush got the room smelling like teen spirit I ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up Who you like, tell me who it is I'mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list I should call it a night, but fuck it I can't resist This one is for all the niggas from my city trying to diss Without a response from me you really fail to exist And I love to see you fail, that feeling there is the shit I swear, pussy nigga get your bread up Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up Why your scary ass looking down, pick ya head up No one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous get-up? With nose-plugs in now, I can smell the set-up So you just wasting your time, you only making me better, yeah I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff Chase N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club Damn, that nigga always kept it so hood Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods And have girls fall through like coins in the couch Now we just fucking all the bitches they warned us about Scared for the first time, everything just clicked What if I don't really do the numbers they predict? Considering the fact that I'm the one that they just picked To write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick But if I really do it don't expect to get a split Cause this truly is some shit I don't expect for y'all to get I'm nervous but I'mma kill it cause they 'bout to let the realest team in Throwing up in the huddle nigga, Willie Beamen But still throwing touchdown passes In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it People say that old Drake, we startin' to miss it But they need to be a little more specific Is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression Ducking your questions, fuck your suggestions Money gets all of my love and affection Cars all black like the cover of Essence I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze Y.M.O.E. nigga, yeah See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Outro] Uh, yeah, this what yall want Octobers Very Own Young Money ATF Thank me later in this bitch wasssup Free Weezy in this bitch wasup June 15th in this bitch wasup Noel That’s it Ahhhhhh51

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Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix)

Kanye West

[Intro: Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever They are all I need to please me They can stimulate and tease me They won't leave in the night I've no fear that they might desert me [Chorus: Kanye West & Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe) Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme) (Forever) Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? (And ever) Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Verse 1: Kanye West] Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam, still People lose hands, legs, arms, for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the diamonds we own When I speak of diamonds in this song I ain't talkin' about the ones that be glowin', I'm talkin' about Roc-a-Fella, my home My chain, these ain't conflict diamonds Is they, Jacob? Don't lie to me, mane See, a part of me sayin' keep shinin' How when I know what a blood diamond is? Though it's thousands of miles away Sierra Leone connect to what we go through today Over here it's a drug trade, we die from drugs Over there they die from what we buy from drugs The diamonds, the chains, the bracelets, the charmses I thought my Jesus piece was so harmless 'Til I seen a picture of a shorty armless And here's the conflict It's in a black person soul to rock that gold Spend your whole life tryna get that ice On a Polo rugby, it look so nice How can somethin' so wrong make me feel so right? Right? 'Fore I beat myself up like Ike You can still throw your Roc-a-Fella diamond tonight, because You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe) Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme) (Forever) Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? (And ever) Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Verse 2: Kanye West & JAY-Z] Uh People askin' me is I'm gon' give my chain back (Uh) That'll be the same day I give the game back (Uh) You know the next question, dawg, "Yo, where Dame at?" (Uh) This track the Indian dance that bring our rain back (Woo) "What's up with you and Jay, man? Are y'all okay, man?" [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Yup I got it from here, 'Ye, damn The chain remains, the gang is intact (Uh-huh) The name is mine, I'll take blame for that The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? Haha, pardon me, I had to laugh at that How could you falter when you're the Rock of Gibraltar? I had to get off the boat so I could walk on water This ain't no tall order, this is nothin' to me Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week I do this in my sleep, I sold kilos of coke (So?) I'm guessin' I can sell CDs I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man Let me handle my business, damn Kanyeez you got me, Freeway then Foxy YG's, Teairra Mari, Peedi watch me Bleek could be one hit away his whole career As long as I'm alive he's a millionaire And even if I die he's in my will somewhere So he could just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah He don't even have to write rhymes The Dynasty like my money: last three lifetimes Shirley Bassey's in the rear, sayin' exactly What I been sayin' practically my whole career The diamond is forever, I've been minin' this forever Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin' Instead we rose up from the ash like a phoenix If you're waitin' for the end of the Dynasty sign It would seem like forever is a mighty long time (Ha) [Outro: Jay-Z] I'm Young, bitches! Hahahahaha Good night! [Produced by Kanye West, Devo Springsteen and Jon Brion]46

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The Resistance

Drake

[Intro] Yesterday when we were getting high You were invited, you would’a liked it I-I- I know you all too well I said that we could kiss the past goodbye But you weren't excited There's no way to fight it You can stay but shawty, here I go [Verse 1] Uh, should I spend a weekend in Vegas? I'm living inside a moment, not taking pictures to save it I mean, how could I forget? My memory's never faded I can't relate to these haters, my enemies never made it I am still here with who I started with The game needed life, I put my heart in it I blew myself up, I'm on some mortar shit Carry the weight for my city like a cargo ship Uh, I'm 23 with a money tree Growing more too, I just planted a hundred seeds It's ironic 'cause my mother was a florist And that's how she met my pops And now my garden is enormous "It's happening, Penny Lane, just like you said!" I avoided the coke game and went with Sprite instead Uh-uh, that's word to the millions that they putting up I'm trying to do better than good enough See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] What am I afraid of? This is supposed to be what dreams are made of But people I don't have the time to hang with Always look at me and say the same shit They say "You promised me you would never change" Uh, uh uh, uh, uh uh, uh "You promised me you would never change" Uh, uh uh, uh, uh uh, uh [Verse 2] Uh, am I wrong for making light of my situation? Clap on When 40 got some shit for me to snap on Now that I'm on I don't really want to worry 'bout getting back on I'm just trying to stay on, get my fucking buffet on I heard they just moved my grandmother to a nursing home And I be acting like I don't know how to work a phone But hit "re-dial", you'll see that I just called Some chick I met at the mall that I barely know at all and Plus, this woman that I messed with unprotected Texted saying she wished she would’a kept it The one that I'm laying next to just looked over and read it Man, I couldn't tell you where the fuck my head is I'm holding on by a thread It's like I'm high right now, the guy right now And you could tell by looking in my eyes right now That nothing really comes as a surprise right now 'Cause we just having the time of our lives right now [Chorus] What am I afraid of? This is supposed to be what dreams are made of But people I don't have the time to hang with Always look at me and say the same shit They say "You promised me you would never change" Uh, uh uh, uh, uh uh, uh "You promised me you would never change" Uh, uh uh, uh, uh uh, uh [Verse 3] I live by some advice this girl Lissa told me The other day Lissa told me that she miss the old me Which made me question when I went missing And when I start treating my friends different Maybe it was the fast paced switch up Or the two guns in my face during the stick up Maybe 'cause a girl I thought I trusted Was who set the whole shit up But in fact, I haven't seen them since they locked Big Rich up I know But same time I'm quick to forget I'm 'bout to roll me up a blunt with my list of regrets Burn it all, burn it all, I'm starting it fresh 'Cause half the time I got it right I probably guessed Did I just trade free time for camera time? Will I blow all of this money baby, hammer time? Yeah, I just need some closure Ain't no turning back for me, I'm in it 'til it's over32

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Up All Night

Drake

[Verse 1: Drake] Kush rolled, glass full: I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm havin' a good time, they just trying to ruin it Shout out to the fact that I'm the youngest nigga doing it Cap on, brim bent, Denzel, every time She ain't tryna pop that shit for pimp; okay, well nevermind I-I-I tried to told you, Drizzy still ain't nothin' nice Bracelet saying "you should quit", cars saying "fuck your life" Okay now we outta here, toodles to you bitches And if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you bitches (yeah) I'm busy gettin' rich, I don't want trouble I made enough for two niggas, boy: stunt double Fame is like a drug that I've taken too much of But I never ever trip, just peace, happiness and love I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug Plus the game is in my pocket, nigga this is what I does [Chorus: Drake] I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Drizzy say get her, I'ma get her I got the kind of money, make a broke bitch bitter I got that kinda—wait, wait—fixate Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape? That was just a keepsake, bought the president The Louis presidential briefcase, never been a cheapskate We got the Hawks, I ain't talkin' about the Peach State Man, for Pete's sake, scratch that—sweepstakes (Ha ha ha ha ha) Fuck I look like, ho? I look like "yes" and you like "no" I'm a bad bitch, I ain't never been a mixed breed On a diet, but I'm doin' donuts in a 6-speed M6 in front of M2 I see a lot of rap bitches on the menu But I collect 100 thou' at the venue And pop bottles with my team, Young Money 'til the death of me [Chorus: Drake] I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww [Interlude: Nicki Minaj | Drake] I mean, we can't even rock them shoes If it don't got a comma on the price tag, you know? I mean, I mean but then again Who, who looks at the price tag, you know? Aww yeah we in this bitch (Uhh) Aww, aww, aww Aww yeah we in this bitch Aww, aww, aww [Chorus: Drake] I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww35

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Thank Me Now

Drake

[Chorus] You could thank me now, uh, go 'head Thank me later, yeah I know what I said But later doesn't always come so instead It's okay, you could thank me now Yeah Well, alright Here I go [Verse 1] Uh, Mahalo from the hardest act to follow Lately I've been drinking like there's a message in a bottle Alohas to women with no ties to men That I know well, that way there are no lies You can thank me now for all the info I give to you niggas I'm on the brink of "influential," I'm here for you niggas I guess a hit doesn't add up to a career for you niggas I must have been hard to watch, what a year for you niggas It's December 31st and we in Miami just meditating You got your resolutions, we just got reservations Living out a dream it feels like I stayed up And we just want to party, Patron straight up Fuck that old shit, I'm on new things OVO Clique, Red Wing Boot Gang Yeah we want it all, half was never the agreement Who'd have thought the route we'd chosen Would ever end up this scenic? I can relate to kids going straight to the league When they recognize that you got what it takes to succeed And that's around the time That your idols become your rivals You make friends with Mike But got to A.I. him for your survival Damn, I swear sports and music are so synonymous Cause we want to be them, and they want to be us So on behalf of the demanded and the entertainment That you take for granted, y-you can thank me now And oh my goodness you're welcome, you're welcome At this point me is who I am trying to save myself from Rappers hit me up and I never know what to tell them 'Cause they think that I can help them Get back to where they fell from But drink up, 'cause everyone here is good tonight Except the niggas that I came with, they good for life Yeah, that's how you know it's going down In case another chance never comes around See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] Y-You could thank me now (Thank me now), go 'head Thank me later, yeah I know what I said But later doesn't always come so instead It's okay, you could thank me now (You, you, you) [Verse 2] Uh, shallow nigga but deep enough to have gone swimming I think I'm spending all my time with the wrong women I think I'll have a chance at love and knowing me, I'll miss it 'Cause me dedicating my time just isn't realistic Man, the good girls went silent on me They got a boyfriend, or left for college on me And all the bad ones I used to hit are friends now That make me wish I had a little less mileage on me But do I ever come up in discussion Over double pump lattes and low fat muffins? Do I? Or is missing what we had out of the question? I'm probably just the reason that you learned your lesson I got flows for the Marilyn Monroes Who was there before it all, I guess that's how it goes They hear about your cons, but focus on your pros And love you for who you are from the bottom of they soul But those same ones from your area will grow into women That are ready to get married at "Hello" Because of what they allowed, where are they all now? I know they're somewhere watching So I'm trying to make them proud Searching for the meaning, you'll find it next to me They tell me I'm the hottest, guess we finally get to see I'm feeling like Nas, who am I to disagree? They say the doors will open up soon as you find the missing key That's probably why I'm in this bitch shining Jump up in the sky and put the stars into alignment I rep the ATF in case you need to be reminded And the bandwagon's full but you can try and run behind it– I'm sorry Poolside drinking, Margarita rounds Shout out to my city though I hardly be in town I'm the black sheep but Chris Farley wears the crown And I know life is just a game in which the cards are facing down I'm in a world where things are taken, never given How long they choose to love you will never be your decision And I'm aware that this could be the last time you listen So while I'm still here in this position [Chorus] Y-you could thank me now (Thank me now), go 'head (Go 'head) Thank me later, yeah I know what I said (What I said) But later doesn't always come so instead It's okay, you could thank me now It's a- okay (Okay)29

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Jesus Walks

Kanye West

[Intro] We at war We at war with terrorism, racism But most of all we at war with ourselves [Chorus] (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) [Verse 1] You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless Where restless (Niggas) might snatch your necklace And next these (Niggas) might jack your Lexus Somebody tell these (Niggas) who Kanye West is I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless *gasps* Try to catch it *gasps* it's kinda hard Getting choked by detectives, yeah, yeah, now check the method They be askin' us questions, harass and arrest us Sayin' "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast" Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis? We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis My mama used to say only Jesus can save us Well mama I know I act a fool But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move I hope You might also like[Chorus] (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long So long, so long (Jesus, walk with me) [Verse 2] To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers (Jesus walks for them) To the victims of welfare feel we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah (Jesus walks for them) Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary 'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers is role models: we rap, we don't think I ain't here to argue about His facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, videotape But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which'll probably take away from my ends Then I hope this take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreamin' about Next time I'm in the club, everybody screamin' out [Chorus] (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now [Produced by Kanye West]123

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Won’t Back Down

Eminem

[Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no [Verse 1: Eminem] Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels Girl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid, you will feel What I do, I do at will Shootin' from the hip, yeah, boy, I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my deathbed Screamin', “F that!” – yeah, super-ill Baby, what the deal? We can chill Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal Fuck a steak, slut, I'll cut my toes off And step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill Listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you To my power tool, you know the fuckin' drill How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable? Summer's Eve, Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal Baby, crank the shit, 'cause it's your goddamn jam You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shorty, I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium And said, “Settle your fuckin' ass down! I'm ready for combat, man!” Get it? Calm Batman, nah Ain't nobody who's as bomb and as nuts Lines are like Mom's CAT-scans 'Cause they fuckin' go bananas Honey, I applaud that ass Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance Ma, show 'em how it's done Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah You might also like[Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no [Verse 2: Eminem] Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers Playin' with an etch-a-sketch Bet you that you'll never guess Who's knockin' at your door, people hit the floors Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gon' get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads With Chris's force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue, ma'fucker You ain't got a lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their drawers Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef layin' on your kitchen floor Other words, I'm off the meat rack Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords I'ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more Fuck, my dick's big, bitch, need I remind you That I don't need the fuckin' swine flu to be a sick pig? You're addicted, I'm dope I'm the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock? I'm the big shot—get it, dick-snots? You're just small pokes, little pricks Girl, you think that other prick's hot? I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match Before I sit back and let him get hotter Better call the cops on him quick, fast Shady's right back on your bitch-ass White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch [Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no [Verse 3: Eminem] Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'? Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp 'zurp 'Til he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get circles wrapped around it Like you do when I come through? I'd like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do When I'm on the mic Oh, you're the kind of girl that I could take a likin' to Psych! I'm spikin' you like a football Been this way since I stood a foot tall You're a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain Don't want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin'? Tryin' to turn me down, slut, I'm talkin' to you Turn me back up! Are you insane?! Tryin' to talk over me in the car Shut the fuck up while my shit's playin'! I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life What's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is lightning And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place Then how the fuck have I been hit six times In three different locations on four separate occasions? And you can bet your stankin' ass That I've come to smash everything in my path Fork was in the road, took the psycho path Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinkin' rash So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty! I'm the shit—why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"? [Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no62

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Spaceship

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West] [Chorus: Kanye West & GLC] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit (Yeah, yeah) I wish I could (Me too) Buy me a spaceship and fly (Swear I do) Past the sky, oh GLC feel you, baby—I feel you, man I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky (Man, man, man...) Oh, oh, oh [Verse 1: Kanye West] If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then, I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check—wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole—never got caught They take me to the back and pat me Asking me about some khakis But let some Black people walk in I bet you they show off their token blackie Oh, now they love Kanye "Let's put him all in the front of the store" So I'm on break Next to the "No Smoking" sign with a blunt in the mall Taking my hits, writing my hits Writing my rhymes, playing my mind This fucking job can't help him So I quit; y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love, dude Lock yourself in a room Doing five beats a day for three summers That's A Different World like Cree Summer's I deserve to do these numbers "The kid that made that deserves that Maybach!" So many records in my basement I'm just waitin' on my spaceship, blaow! You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West, GLC, & Kanye w/ Choir] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Tryna tell you, man, way past the sky Oh, oh (Let's go, ugh) [Verse 2: GLC] And I didn't even try to work a job Represent the mob at the same time (Woo) Thirsty on the grind, Chi state of mind Lost my mama, lost my mind (Aww) Life, my love, that's not mine "Why you ain't signed?" Wasn't my time Leave me alone, work for y'all Half of it's yours, half of it's mine Only wanna ball, never wanna fall (Ugh) Gotta get mine, gotta take mine (Ugh) Got a Tec-9, reach my prime (Ugh) Gotta make these haters respect mine (Yeah) In the mall 'til 12 when my schedule had said 9 Putting them pants on shelves Waiting patiently; I ask myself Where I wanna go, where I wanna be Life is much more than running in the streets Holler at 'Ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sounds so sweet Yes, I'm the same ol' G Same goatee, stayin' low-key, nope Holler at God: "Man, why'd you have to take my folks?" Hope to see Freddie G., Yusef G, love my G Rolly G, police watch me Smoke my weed and count my Gs Got a lot of people counting on me (That's right) And I'm just tryin' to find my peace (That's right) Should've finished school like my niece Then I finally wouldn't use my piece, blaow! [Chorus: Kanye West, GLC, & Kanye w/ Choir] I've been working this grave-shift Aww, man, this pressure And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Verse 3: Consequence] I 'member having to take the dollar cab Coming home real late at night Standing on my feet all damn day Tryna make this thing right And havin' one of my coworkers say, "Yo, you look just like This kid I seen in an old Busta Rhymes video the other night" Well, easy come, easy go, how that saying goes No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows That all had got snatched from me, A&Rs and they faculties All turn their back on me and didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally, actually, had to face things factually Had to be a catastrophe, empty fridge is staring back at me 'Cause nothing's there, nothing's fair I don't wanna ever go back there So I won't be taking no days off 'til my spaceship takes off, bow! [Chorus: Kanye West & Kanye w/ Choir] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Outro: Tony Williams] I wanna fly I wanna fly I said I want my chariot to pick me up And take a brother for a ride (Heaven knows, heaven knows)75

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Flashing Lights

Kanye West

[Intro: Connie Mitchell] Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) [Verse 1: Kanye West] She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in the new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like "love to start shit" I'm more of the trips to Florida Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?" And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte 'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these niggas got me I hate these niggas more than a Nazi [Chorus: Dwele & Connie Mitchell] As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do I know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] I know it's been a while, sweetheart We hardly talk, I was doin' my thang I know I was foul, baby Ayy, babe, lately, you've been all on my brain And if somebody woulda told me a month ago Frontin', though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know If somebody woulda told me a year ago It'll go get this difficult Feelin' like Katrina with no FEMA Like Martin with no Gina Like a flight with no Visa First class with the seat back, I still see ya In my past, you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum I'm just sayin', hey, Mona Lisa Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar [Chorus: Dwele & Connie Mitchell] As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do I know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) [Outro: Dwele & Connie Mitchell] As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far But what do you know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do you know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights, lights, lights...)170

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If I Had

Eminem

[Intro] "Life," by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you've gotten past it It's gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground (If I had a million) What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies with secret identities In disguises to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny, money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same friends come back around Swearin' that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life [Verse 1] I'm tired of backstabbin'-ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committin' so many sins Tired of always givin' in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never havin' any ends Tired of havin' skinny friends hooked on crack and Mini Thins I'm tired of this DJ playin' your shit when he spins Tired of not havin' a deal Tired of havin' to deal with the bullshit without grabbin' the steel Tired of drownin' in my sorrow Tired of havin' to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at $5.50 an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of bein' fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin' to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk, breathin' down my neck, drivin' me berserk I'm tired of usin' plastic silverware Tired of workin' at Builder's Square, tired of not bein' a millionaire You might also like[Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics (If I had a million dollars) If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john (I could set my troubles free) If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough 'cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks (If I had a million dollars) If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Verse 2] I'm tired of bein' white trash, broke, and always poor Tired of takin' pop bottles back to the party store Tired of not havin' a phone Tired of not havin' a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin' a BM Tired of not workin' at GM, tired of wantin' to be him Tired of not sleepin' without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin' in a packed coliseum Tired of not bein' on tour Tired of fuckin' the same blonde whore after work in the back of a Contour I'm tired of fakin' knots with a stack of ones Havin' a lack of funds and resortin' back to guns Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of steppin' in clubs, wearin' the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin' they're tired of hearin' me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Sayin' they wasn't feelin' me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" And I'm tired of radio stations tellin' fibs Tired of JLB sayin', "Where hip-hop lives" (Where hip-hop lives) [Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics (If I had a million dollars) If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john (I would set my troubles free) If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough 'cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks (If I had a million dollars) If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Outro] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of all of this bullshit (If I had a million dollars) Tellin' me to be positive, how am I 'posed to be positive When I don't see shit positive? You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see (If I had a million dollars) You know what I'm sayin'? Right now, I'm tired of everything Tired of all this player-hatin' that's goin' on in my own city (You could share my wealth with me) Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But hey, it's cool though (If I had a million dollars) You know what I'm sayin'? I'm just fed up That's my word (I could set my troubles free) (If I had a million dollars)58

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Stronger

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean, and Timbaland] [Intro: Daft Punk] Work it, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger [Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, right now) More than ever, hour after hour Work— (I need you right now, right now) [Verse 1: Kanye West] Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, 'cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness 'Cause right now, thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit 'Specially in my Pastellé, on my Bape shit Act like you can't tell who made this New Gospel, homie, take six And take this, haters You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work— (I need you right now, right now) Me likey [Verse 2: Kanye West & Daft Punk] I don't know if you got a man or not If you made plans or not If God put me in your plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot But I know that God put you in front of me So how the hell could you front on me? There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right? 'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night So we gon' do everything that Kan' like Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke And she'll do anything for the limelight And we'll do anything when the time's right Uh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger (Oh) [Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now th-that, that don't kill me (Oh) Can only make me stronger (Oh) I need you to hurry up now (Oh) 'Cause I can't wait much longer (Oh) I know I got to be right now (Oh) 'Cause I can't get much wronger (Oh) Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) [Bridge: Kanye West & Daft Punk] You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Work it, work is never over Don't act like I never told ya Harder, work is never over Uh, don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Uh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger [Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) [Bridge: Kanye West] You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya [Outro: Kanye West & Daft Punk] Told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya Never over (W—), never over (Ha—), never over (Fa—), never over (St—) Never over, never over, never over Harder, better, faster, stronger Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over174

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Heartless

Kanye West

[Chorus] In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? [Verse 1] How could you be so Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo? Just remember that you talkin' to me though You need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo I mean, after all the things that we been through I mean, after all the things we got into Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me So you walk around like you don't know me You got a new friend, well, I got homies But in the end, it's still so lonely [Chorus] In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? You might also like[Verse 2] How could you be so Dr. Evil? You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know I decided we wasn't gon' speak so Why we up 3 AM on the phone? Why do she be so mad at me fo'? Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold I won't stop, won't mess my groove up ‘Cause I already know how this thing go You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me They say that they don't see what you see in me You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see You'll never find nobody better than me [Chorus] In the night, I hear 'em talk (Me) The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? [Bridge] Talk and talk and talk and talk Baby, let's just knock it off They don't know what we been through They don't know 'bout me and you So I got somethin' new to see And you just gon' keep hatin' me And we just gon' be enemies I know you can't believe I could just leave it wrong And you can't make it right I'm gon' take off tonight into the night [Chorus] In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? (How, how?) Oh, how could you be so heartless? [Outro] On and on and on and on And on and, and on and on and on218

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No Love

Eminem

[Intro: Haddaway, Eminem, & Lil Wayne] Love, love Love, love, love [Mumbling chorus] Don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Young Money, yeah No more Uh Love [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Haddaway] Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "Fuck the world," get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers (Love) I'm rollin' Sweets, I'm smokin' sour Married to the game, but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my nightstands are full of open Bibles Uh, I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expectin' not to sweat And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg Money outweighin' problems on a triple beam I'm stickin' to the script, you niggas skippin' scenes Uh, be good or be good at it Fuckin' right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in they mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I'll come down in a couple of days Okay, you want me up in the cage? Then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code It's Weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang, and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough, but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knockin', but won't knock me down No love lost, no love found You might also like[Chorus: Eminem, Lil Wayne, Both, & (Haddaway)] It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Yeah) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Don't hurt me) That's right, it don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Haha!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around (Yeah) And I don't need you don't (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Get 'em! [Verse 2: Eminem, Lil Wayne, & Both] I'm alive again More alive than I have been in my whole entire life, I can (Yeah) See these people's ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen Uh, I'm a little bit sicker than most Shit's finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I ain't never giving in again (Yeah) Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em? (Yeah!) They call me a freak, 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat 'em (Haha) Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage! Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? (Oh!) Snatch the mic from 'em, bitch, I'ma let you finish in a minute Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm (Yeah!) 'Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um (Yeah!) Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (Yeah) You can see the sparks from hot metal (Yeah) Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted The game, my soul started to rot, fellow (Yeah) When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted, 'cause Marsh is not mellow 'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (Uh) That means I'm on top of my game And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (Shit) When you're so good that you can't say it 'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (Shit) People just get sick 'cause you spit These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (Ow!) And you can never break my stride (Nope) You'll never slow the momentum at any moment, I'm 'bout to blow You'll never take my pride Killin' the flow, slow venom and the opponent is gettin' no Mercy, mark my words Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood I don't give a fuck, keep givin' them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love [Chorus: Eminem, Lil Wayne, Both, & (Haddaway)] It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Uh) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Don't hurt me) Yeah, that's right, it don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Yeah!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I don't need you (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Don't hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love)328

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The Real Slim Shady

Eminem

[Intro] May I have your attention, please? May I have your attention, please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here [Verse 1] Y'all act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin' her ass worse than before They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (Agh!) It's the return of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And Dr. Dre said Nothing, you idiots, Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (Ha-ha!) Feminist women love Eminem "Chicka-chicka-chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what Flippin' the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though" Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips" And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade they've got the Discovery Channel, don't they? We ain't nothin' but mammals— Well, some of us cannibals who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes You might also like[Chorus] I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? [Verse 2] Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (Nope) Well, I do, so fuck him, and fuck you too You think I give a damn about a GRAMMY? Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me "But Slim, what if you win? Wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears? Yo, shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first Little bitch put me on blast on MTV "Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee" I should download her audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (Agh!) I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me So I have been sent here to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me [Chorus] 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? [Verse 3] I'm like a head trip to listen to 'cause I'm only givin' you Things you joke about with your friends inside your livin' room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it (Err), I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder: "How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?" It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm goin', when I'm thirty I'll be the only person in the nursin' home flirting Pinchin' nurse's asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin' He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings (Ch, puh) Or in the parkin' lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!" With his windows down and his system up So will the real Shady please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? [Chorus] I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? [Outro] Ha-ha I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, let's all stand up432

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Love the Way You Lie

Eminem

[Chorus: Rihanna] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie [Verse 1: Eminem] I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin' hates me, and I love it — "Wait! Where you going?" — "I'm leaving you!" — "No, you ain't! Come back!" — We're runnin' right back, here we go again It's so insane, 'cause when it's goin' good, it's goin' great I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane But when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength [Chorus: Rihanna] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em Got that warm fuzzy feelin', yeah, them chills, used to get 'em Now you're gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em? You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em So lost in the moments when you're in 'em It's the rage that took over, it controls you both So they say you're best to go your separate ways Guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over It's a different day, sound like broken records playin' over But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess that's why they call it window pane [Chorus: Rihanna] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie [Verse 3: Eminem] Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean Then we fall back into the same patterns, same routine But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me When it comes to love, you're just as blinded, baby, please Come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There won't be no next time! I apologize, even though I know it's lies I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again, I'ma tie her To the bed and set this house on fire, just gonna— [Chorus: Rihanna & Eminem] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie305

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Cold Wind Blows

Eminem

[Intro] 'Cause some things just don't change It's better when they stay the same Although the whole world knows your name So on a biggest stage, they Came to see you spit your game, ho-whoa But it shouldn't be difficult to explain Just why you came back again You hate the fame, love the game Cold as ice, you remain Fuck 'em all, tell 'em all, "Eat shit!" Here we go again [Bridge] Oh! (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) (Yeah, yup, yeah) God damn! (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-du) Is it that time again already? (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) Haha (Okay) (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-du) Y'all don't look too happy to see me (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) Fuck, man (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-du) Don't everybody welcome me back at once (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) A'ight, fuck y'all then (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum) [Verse 1] You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts Michael Vick in this bitch, dog—fall back, you mutts Fuck your worms, you never seen such a sick puppy Fuck it, a sick duck, I want my duck sicked, mummy And my nuts licked, gobble 'em up, trick, yummy Bitch, you don't fuckin' think I know that you suck dick, dummy? You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit, honey Yeah, I laugh when I call you a slut, it's funny Shorty, dance while I diss you to the beat, fuck the words You don't listen to 'em anyway, yeah, struck a nerve, sucker Ma'fucker, might as well let my lips pucker Like Elton John, 'cause I'm just a mean cocksucker The shit is on 'cause you went and pissed me off, now I'm shittin' and pissin' on Everybody, give a fuck if it's right or wrong So puff the Buddha, light a bong But take a look at Mariah next time I inspire you to write a song Come on You might also like[Chorus] Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty below Ask me why, man, I just don't know Know-know-know, know-know, know I'm as cold as the cold wind blows Bl-bl-blows, blow-blow, blows; oh, oh-oh [Verse 2] Fuck it, I'm a loose cannon Bruce Banner's back in the booth Y'all are sittin' ducks, I'm the only goose standin' I'll set the world on fire, piss on it, put it out Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fuckin' around Motherfucker, I'll show you pussy-footin' I'll kick a bitch in the cunt 'Til it makes a queef and sounds like a fuckin' whoopee cushion Who the fuck is you pushin'? You must've mistook me for some sissy soft punk Lookin' for some nookie or bosom Go ahead, fuckin' hater, push me I told you ain't no fuckin' way to shush me Call me a faggot 'cause I hate a pussy Man the fuck up, sissy, G's up All you gardeners freeze up— Put your hoes down, "Shady, ease up! Man, chill!" Nah, I can't, goddamn it, rap is a landfill Drop the anvil, these are shoes that you can't fill Shit, the day that happens the world will stop spinnin' And Michael J. Fox'll come to a standstill (Woo!) During an earthquake, urine in your face 'cause you're fake *Lightning strike* Ow! What the fuck? That hurt, wait *Lightning strike* Ow! What the fuck? I just got struck by lightnin' Alright then, I quit, God, I give up Call it evil that men do Lord, forgive me for what my pen do "This is for your sins, I cleanse you You can repent, but I warn you, if you continue To Hell, I send you" And just then the wind blew and I said— [Chorus] Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty below Ask me why, man, I just don't know Know-know-know-know-know I'm as cold as the cold wind blows Bl-bl-blows, blow-blow, blows; oh, oh-oh-oh, oh [Verse 3] How long will I be this way? Shady until my dyin' day 'Til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say "So long," 'til then I'll drop the fuckin' bombs Like I missed the pass when I went long If you don't like it you can kiss my ass in a lint thong Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song "Oh, bitches don't like that", homie, I'll be nicer to women When Aquaman drowns and the Human Torch starts swimmin' Man, I'm a cold soul, I roll solo, so don't compare Me to them other bums over there It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums, yeah I'm bananas, pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair But I swear, you try to diss me, I'll slaughter you I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-Tune The last thing you want to do Is have me spit out a rhyme, and say, "I was writing this and I thought of you" So— [Chorus] Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty below Ask me why, man, I just don't know Know-know-know-know-know I'm as cold as the cold wind blows Bl-bl-blows, blow-blow, blows; oh, oh-oh-oh, oh [Outro] I don't know, I don't know what caused I don't know what caused me to be this way I don't know, I don't know But I'll probably be this way 'til my dyin' day I don't know why I'm so, I'm so cold Mean things I don't mean to say I guess this is how you made me117

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Watch My Shoes

Lil Wayne

[Verse] OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning Dick in your mouth while you're yawning, I'm going in Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me? I bring it to your front door like you ordered me Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom A big-head nigga couldn’t even imagine The shit I do, most doers never done I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, ooh, you better cum Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit I still b-beat your ass like a fucking drumstick Weezy Fucking Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick The money can’t fit in my pockets, but I'll bet that gun fit And I’m so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho What's the word around this ho? You get served around this ho Yeah, you get served like a fucking hors d'œuvre around this ho I don’t splurge around no ho, no, I don’t shine in front of no bitch 'Cause after she get off my dick, I be like "Find the front door, bitch" I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by I done fucked your bitch a hundred times What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick I call her "dickhead," spicy like a Big Red Strike you like a Bic head—your flow sick? My shit dead Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen Motherfucking caveman, beating on my chest Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eating all the rest Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended Riding high like I'm on 54 inches Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches Ch—Chill like— Ch—Chill like an Eskimo L—Let's get more— Let's get more bitches And I be like, "Let's get more bitches" Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches Stop letting the messy hoes mess with your business Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh I—I—I do me; no, I do three At a T... I-M-E Why, when we say we Young Mula The bitches leave y'all and relay-run to us And payday comes sooner than later 'round here And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here Hey, you better stop the hate around there Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah You see it in my face, I don’t care Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet Everybody wan' be fly but don’t know where their wings at Huh, had to pause for a minute Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women On a scale of one to ten-n, my girl be a twenty My girl so bad, make a nigga think he sinnin' My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E Mic check, two-three; I am different like blue pee And my girls be half-naked like Betty Boop be Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving And I been here, but my soul is just arriving Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing Medication free, and for meditation, we Smoke some better tastin' weed that you’ll ever taste or see S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying I can do whatever if I'm planning that So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at? Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back All up in another nigga woman, I be ramming that Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me Hahaha! You might also like[Outro] No—No Ceilings37

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Infinite

Eminem

[Produced by Mr. Porter & Jeff Bass] [Intro] Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this) It's Eminem, baby Back up in that motherfuckin' ass ('Til forever, 'til forever) One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MCs, MCs) We represent the 313—you know what I’m sayin'? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96 [Verse 1] Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action A brainiac, in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks runs My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up Twist 'em up and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland I'm infinite You might also like[Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite [Verse 2] Bust it, I let the beat commence So I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince Some fruit to stomp, and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leakin' like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MCs and stand the lonely one Imitator intimidator, stimulator Simulator of data, eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces My acappella releases classic masterpieces, through telekinesis It eases you mentally, gently Sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite [Verse 3] Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense And I've been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the MO So I'm assumin' all responsibility 'Cause there's a monster real in me that always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' embezzler No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical I get cynical, act a fool then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin' So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo On my last jam plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be ‘Cause once you make an instant hit, I'm tensed a bit And tempted when I see the sins my friends commit I'm infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite [Outro: Mr. Porter] '95 ('95), '96 ('96) And on, and on, and on, and on (And on)182

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O Let’s Do It

Waka Flocka Flame

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah Flocka Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flame Waka Flocka Flame Waka Flocka Flame Waka Flocka Flame [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I fucked my money up, now I can't re-up Ran up in his spot just to get my stacks up Now I'm back on deck, so shawty, what the fuck you want? Heard he's talking shit, but this ain't what the fuck you want Locked my CEO up, now it's back to coca Niggas talking shit, bro, hang him by a ropa Hit em with the chopper, call that shit hot llama Call me Waka Flocka AKA Young Wild Nigga AKA your drug dealer Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white In the trap all night with the hard and the soft Stacks on the floor, watch Kebo water whipping Shoots it to the left, then he shoots it to the right So Icy Brick Boys got it all night These lame-ass niggas ain't got no fight Kick in my door, we gonna shoot it out all night Home of the Braves, shawty, shoot 'em with AK See Waka Flocka Flame LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] One shot, man down, his brains go "ka-pow!" Ow, that shit hurt, so don't fuck around But that happen often off in Riverdale, Georgia You gonna pay the life you live off in Riverdale, Georgia They gonna lay your ass out, rock you to sleep like a baby Hit Squad, shawty, in the hood, we got them babies Ever since they killed my nigga Travis Start popping pills and acting crazy Ever since they killed my nigga Travis Start popping pills and acting crazy [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence [Verse 3: Lil Capp] Yeah, Flocka said let's do it And this Real Money, so we getting to it And your bitch, she choosing But if you ain't talking dollars, keep it moving Catch me on the south with Flocka Flame And we got a problem if you saying Waka's name 'Cause we off the chain, you see my green flag You want beef? Oh let's do it 'cause you ain't bad And this music is for the drug dealers And this music influence thug niggas Okay, so if you get into it Ay, oh let's do it Ay, oh let's do it [Original Verse 3: Riverdale Shawty & Waka Flocka Flame] You know me, nigga, I am the block It's Riverdale and Waka Flock We got the Glocks, whips and the knots Even got the spots (Scurt! Scurt!) off the block Catch me in different states, busting down bricks Busting down bricks with that chick you fell in love with We on that thug shit, give a fuck about love, I'm cruel, bitch Keep my money on my mind, not you, bitch Every day, shawty pull up in a new whip In the trap, shawty said he need another one Told them call up Waka, he said "What the fuck you want?" Pull up in the dunk followed by a yellow one So Icey, Fetti Gang, pussy keep them Tommy guns [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence4

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Almost Famous

Eminem

[Intro] I can almost taste it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost see it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost taste it [Spoken: Eminem] Yeah, can't stop now This might be the last chance I get to be famous (I just wanna be famous) [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for [Verse 1: Eminem] I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel How thangs turn around when his fangs come out Get your brains blown out, that's what I call blowin' your mind When I come back, like nut on your spine I'm a thumb tack that you slept on, son Now here I come, screaming "Attack!" like I just stepped on one Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed 'em He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and post mortem He's dyin' of boredom Take your best rhymes, record 'em, then try to thwart him He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em Shit-stained drawers, you gon' fuck with a guy Who licks the blades of his chainsaws While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce? Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backin' down? You must be out of your dang skulls; I'm almost famous You might also like[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' again I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory Some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to to win Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers? And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko 'Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch Now get off my dick! 'Dick''s too short of a word for my dick Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick! Don't call me the Champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer I just blew up the Challenger; matter fact, I need a lawyer I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer Y'all are Eminem backwards: you're Mini Mes See, he's in a whole nother weight class He's slugs, you're BBs: you're bean-bag bullets You're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E He's almost famous [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for [Verse 3: Eminem] Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads He ain't givin' them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark With the scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screamin' out, "Ahh!" These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all If they don't like it, they can all get fucked Instead of suckin' him off They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by Like David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just die And eat shit while they at it, he's fuckin' had it He's mad at the whole world So go to hell and build a snowman, girl The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me 'Cause I ain't lookin' back, only forward, this whole spot blowin' Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it? And while I'm bein' poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered So bear witness to some biblical shit, there's a cold wind blowin' This world ain't gonna know what hit it He did it, he made it, he's finally famous62

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Underground

Eminem

[Intro] A lot of people ask me Where the fuck I've been at the last few years Shit, I don't know But I do know I'm back now Haha [Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Verse 1] Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up! Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up Sixty sluts, all of them dyin' from asphyxia After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxing match (He can't say that!) Yes, he can I just did, faggot, now guess again Better text message your next-of-kin Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy Especially when I flex again And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty! Raggedy Ann and Andy No! Raggedy Andy and Andy No, it can't be, it can't be—yes, it can be The fuckin' Anti-Christ is back, Dante It's Satan in black satin panties This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk négligée, looky Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me 'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're takin' a pee You might also like[Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Verse 2] Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds And Glad bags, yeah glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word he said I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking Oh, lightning is strikin', it might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th That means it's just a regular day (Hah!) And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and beggin' to stay [Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Verse 3] Tell the critics I'm back and I'm comin' to spit it back in abundance Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult Captain of a cult with an elite following To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his powers Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40; stuck a suppository Up his ass, and made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section And gave him a lecture Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' Wiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands too And came out with a little scratch, ooh Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose Insanity, can it be vanity? Where's the humanity in having a twisted fantasy With an arm-and-leg amputee? Straitjacket with a hundred and eight brackets And a strap that wraps twice around my back Then they latch it; cut your fuckin' head off And ask where you're headed off to Get it? "Headed off to?" Medic, this headache's awful! This anesthetic's pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle And this prosthetic arm keeps crushin' my hard taco [Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Outro] So, it wasn't a choice, it was "I had to do this" And now I got 90 days clean And uh, that's all I have to share, thanks (Thanks for sharing, Brian Is there anyone else who'd like to share this evening?) Yeah, I got something to share: "When you walked through the door you were queer to me So come here, baby boy, just come here to me You're a cock-boy, everybody wants you You're gayer than you would ever claim to I won't have to rape you So, homie, lay down, down, down Lay down, down, down Lay down, down, down, lay down, lay down" Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in Gay-A Okay, wait, I got another one "I just love condoms and lots of cum" No? Well, shit!53

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Live from 504

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Dro, fuck with me! (C Gutta!) Yeah [Verse] Live from the 504 It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumping like a bungee, no rope Even in the dungeon, I glow; even if it ain't sunny, I glow If it ain't about money, I go... nowhere—I'm nailed to the floor Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat And it's going down, it's going down, like there's a whale in the boat See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid L-L-Lilypad niggas, L-L-Look at the monster Y-Y-You don't want to crash, like "La-La-La Bamba" See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry; and my new drop is berry Watermelon, plum; just call it "fruit punch" I'm an old rapper getting new bucks And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch) Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec" In the middle of the war—where my enemy at? I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back 'Cause e'ery time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?" Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that I walked right in hip-hop, like, "Where my dinner be at?" I ate that, and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?" I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back Got two bitches in my pants—quiet? Neither them that A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that And to the kids, drugs kill—I'm acknowledging that But when I'm on a drug, I don't have a problem with that And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch—pow!You might also like30

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Seat Down Low

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yeah It's me and T, man T.I. Dot-com, bitch! Hahahahaha! T.I.P., fuck with your boy Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen, T.I., and he is the king, bitch Don't get that shit twisted And me? I am the best rapper alive—ladies and gentlemen, hello! This is Da Drought 3 And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but, uh... I guess I go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man Listen [Verse] I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Riding with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back I like to get real high, and I never look back And you don't wanna try, man—don't I look strapped? I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fucking with it Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally Bucks Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us Well, not just us—a couple foreign sluts Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling? Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am— Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing— Right to the top of the motherfucking mountain, counting I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it Mannie got this fucking beat pounding—it's pounding But it was just lost until I found it—I found it Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it Put this bitch to sleep—fucking right—I nightgowned it Niggas talkin cheap; tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!" Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless Beating up this track like a motherfucking round-fist Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit, like a long kiss I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this— Planet, I know; see, I live by my only Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey Candy on candy, nigga, gripping the grain See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain I am so, so New Orleans Like 18-25-TULANE! You might also like[Outro] Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin bout And if you don't, fuck you Hahaha I say what I want And I don't want nothing 'Cause I got everything, bitch4

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We Made You

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] Guess who? D'you miss me? Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus! [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) (Yeah) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Verse 1: Eminem] Ahem, back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand? How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand? Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands "Shady, man, no, don't massacre the fans!" Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man She stomped him, just ‘cause he asked to put his hands On her massive gluteus maximus again Squeeze it, then squish it, then pass it to a friend Can he come back as nasty as he can? Yes, he can, Ken, don't ask me this again He does not mean to lesbian offend But, Lindsay, please come back to seeing men Samantha's a two; you're practically a ten I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin Now come in, girl You might also like[Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Verse 2: Eminem] The enforcer, looking for more women to torture Walk up to the cutest girl and charley-horse her Sorry, Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres Have that I don't? Are you telling me tenderness? Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner, then Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend! Brit, forget K-Fed, let's cut off the middleman Forget him or you're gonna end up in the hospital again And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention And little did I mention that Jennifer's in Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench Man, I swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch They take a mile; they got style, but it isn't Slim [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Bridge: Eminem] And that's why, my love You'll never live without I know you want me, girl 'Cause I can see you checking me out And, baby, you know You know you want me too Don't try to deny it, baby I'm the only one for you (*fart*) [Verse 3: Eminem] Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa Why should I wash my filthy mouth out? You think that's bad, you should hear the rest of my album Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth (Blup!) Wowzers! I just made a mess in my trousers And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis "Lord, help us, he's back in his pink ALF shirt Looking like someone shrinked his outfit!" I think he's 'bout to flip, Jessica Rest assured Superman's here to rescue ya Can you blame me? You're my Amy, I'm your Blake Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak Baby, I think you just met your soulmate Now break it down, girl [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Outro: Eminem] So baby Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, get down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, get down Oh Amy! Rehab never looked so good! I can't wait, I'm going back Ha-ha, woo! Dr. Dre! 2020! Yeah!66

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Can’t C Me

2Pac

[Intro: George Clinton] The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes Lookin' hard but won't realize That they will never see the P! You must be goin' blind [Verse 1: 2Pac] Give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with dime figures Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers Must see my enemies defeated I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded Open fire, now them niggas bleedin' See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown Straight out the West, don't get blown My adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors Is you a friend or foe? Nigga, you ain't know? They got me stressed out on Death Row I've seen money, but baby, I've gots to get mo' You screamin', "Go 2Pac!" and I ain't stoppin' till I'm well-paid Bail's paid now, nigga, look what hell made Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't see me! [Chorus: George Clinton] The stares of a million pairs of eyes And you'll never realize You can't see me You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac] Been gettin' word that these square motherfuckers with nerves Sayin' they can get with us, but picture me gettin' served My own mama say I'm thugged out My shit be poppin' out the record store as if it was a drug house bang like a Crip or Blood Nigga, what? It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug And there I was, a young nigga with heart, ain't had shit to lose Pullin' my pistol on them fools, you know the rules D-R-E, you got me heated; my words like a penitentiary dick Hittin' bitches where it's most needed Money and weed, Alizé and Hennessy To my thug niggas in lock down: witness me Bail on these hoes in floss-mode The life of a boss player, fuck what you thought though My enemies deceased Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets; niggas can't see me! [Chorus: George Clinton & 2Pac] Niggas can't see me They can't see me Which way did he go, George? Which way did he go? Oh!! Which way did he go? Which way did he go? [Verse 3: 2Pac] You niggas made a mistake You should've never put my rhymes with Dre Them thug niggas have arrived and it's judgement day Hey homie, if you feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed, they ain't kill me I can make a motherfucker shake, rattle and roll I'm full of liquor, thug nigga, quick to jab at them hoes And I can make you jealous niggas famous Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way If this rappin' bring me money, then I'm rappin' till I'm paid I'm gettin' green like I'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these hoes and see how many I can go through Look to the star and visualize my debut Niggas know me, player, I gotta stay true Don't be a dumb motherfucker 'cause it's crazy after dark Where the true thug-niggas see your heart; niggas can't see me! [Interlude: 2Pac] Yo, check this out: stay off his dick [Outro: George Clinton & 2Pac] Niggas can't see me Right before your eyes, I'll disappear from here You niggas can't see me You can't see me I know it's hard nigga, I'm all up in your face But you still can't see me You can't see me All up in your range, but niggas can't see me 20/20 vision won't visualize I'm in the flesh, baby, but you can't see me All those glasses won't help you realize You blinded, you blinded, you can't see me You can't see me Thug Life, baby Don't believe everything you read! Alizé and weed You can't see me, right before your very eyes You won't even visualize, you can't see me Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't see me I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers! This one's for you, BIG baby 'Cause you bitch-ass niggas can't see me Niggas can't see me You can't see me See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil You won't see me Yeah, first you see me, now you don't Wanna see me, but you won't Come to see me, but you can't Oh, you can't see me You can't see me Right between your eyes and you'll never realize Right before your eyes, you won't even realize Visualize what you can't see52

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Beautiful

Eminem

[Intro: Paul Rodgers] Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you tryin' to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm just so fucking depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down then I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt To vent, but I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shit's so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles— You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Eminem] In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes [Chorus: Eminem] But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so [Verse 2: Eminem] I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor Everything's so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature Of the room, just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that, then it opens a door For conversation like I want that I'm not lookin' for extra attention I just wanna be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fuckin' man servant Tryna follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny, like, "Ha! Marshall, you're so funny, man You should be a comedian, goddamn!" Unfortunately I am I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down? Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes [Chorus: Eminem] But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so [Verse 3: Eminem] Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip 'em, don't expect no help Now, I could've either just sat On my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags And sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in In every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant actin' stupid Aunt Edna always told me: "Keep making that face, it'll get stuck like that." Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there Holdin' my tongue, tryin' to talk like this 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen Stop sign pole at eight-years-old I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't Tryin' to impress my friends no mo' But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it from where you're sittin' It's probably a 110% different I guess we would have to walk a Mile in each other's shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10's Let's see if you can fit your feet— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes [Chorus: Eminem] But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so [Bridge: Paul Rodgers, Eminem] Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own (Oh) Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone (So) Are you calling me? Are you tryin'g to get through? (Oh) Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you (So) [Outro: Eminem] Yeah To my babies: Stay strong Your Dad'll be home soon And to the rest of the world: God gave you shoes To fit you So put 'em on and wear 'em Be yourself, man Be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't never let no one tell you You ain't beautiful (So-oh-oh-oh-oh)371

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Jimmy Crack Corn

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Man! Let's go Hey yo, Fif'! Yeah? Call 'em and tell 'em... It's time to hate us again We're back! Haha! [Verse 1: Eminem] Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care My enemies crack corn, but I don't care You can be Black, white, or albino, yeah You can have cornrows inside your hair I give a fuck if I don't like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head (*Crash*) A little bit psycho, but I know that Think you just don't say it and I won't say it See, if you don't brag, then I don't brag I know I'm bad as long as I know I'm bad I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit You can just keep makin' them tired old threats A little bit like "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," yeah See me, but don't dare to try no shit 'Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers The rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightning bolts, right out the sky, go bad From out of nowhere, you might just find your career Come to an (Eek!) and I'm just like (Oh, yeah!) You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh, yeah!) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh, yeah!) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh, yeah!) So Jimmy's can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh, yeah!) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em!) And where is D12 at, they're like (We over here!) And where the fuck we goin', we're like (Nowhere!) [Verse 2: Eminem] You jealous little fucks beg for my attention, but I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit, let 'em talk shit, 'cause they talk shit (Yeah) Knowin' deep down, they really just wanna squash it 'Cause no one wants to walk around, steppin' in dog shit And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it But the pride won't let 'em, inside's like "Go get 'em" And I'm just like "Why you're tryin' to fight momentum?" We just keep winnin', by landslides, oh, and um Shady Limited's, in any size yo' denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say "Our clothing line's on Fiyaa'' Meanwhile, your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars But I'll just keep fucking you like I fucked her Right in the ass with K-Y, yes, sir! So full of joy, boy, am I absurd? Even Chingy would tell you: "That boy don't curr" [Chorus: Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh, yeah!) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh, yeah!) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh, yeah!) So Jimmy's can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh, yeah!) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em!) And where is G-Unit at, they're like (We over here!) And where the fuck we goin', we're like (Nowhere!) (Haha!) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Your homie got clapped on, man, I don't care The cops in my nana crib, but I'm not there It is what it is, dawg, man, life's not fair Your friends should've known not to front 'round here Listen, kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear They'll strip your ass of your jewels right here Man, I'ma say this one time, now get this clear Man, you can catch a hot one like outta nowhere A beautiful day without drama is rare Your girl's a freak, man, sometimes we share Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare You probably heard about me, I'm a sho nuff player In the hood politicin', like I'm runnin' for mayor Ridin', winin', dinin' and shinin', know what I'm sayin'? I ain't got time for fuckin' around, and horseplayin' I'm makin' hits, my homies takin' hits, who's stayin' [Chorus: Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh, yeah!) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh, yeah!) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh, yeah!) So Jimmy's can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh, yeah!) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em!) And where is D12 at, they're like (We over here!) And where the fuck we goin', we're like (Nowhere!) [Outro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Haha, haha Yeah! It's The Re-Up! Haha God, I love it You know you hate that laugh, don't you? Haha, haha Keep doin' it Do it again What? The laugh Oh, haha, haha! I like that Haha, haha, haha, haha Hehehe You don't think they're gonna think we're really crazy, right?16

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Wasted

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Ha... Take it, FATBOI No Ceilings Ugh [Verse] Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it President, got 'em in the White House naked Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now" Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?" South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To' My life is a video and the women want they cameo I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical Now, pop that pussy like a four-four I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest We done put them other niggas on a hiatus Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data 'Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha! G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah" This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome Loyal to the game, the game been good to me Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha! We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know Young Money lay 'em down like old folks You coming with it? We coming for it Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit Real shit, people; now, just absorb it I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming She give me hot head, I call it "global warming" If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao Energizer money: it keep going I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing Who rebounding? Who gives a shit? Fuck that, I got 27 years of this Hit or miss, I hit your missus You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes I—I hit the target, I hit the witness I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business Too many visions, completed missions Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian We consistent, the streets commend it Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics" From start to finish, Usain Wayne OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change You plain-Jane, I’m diverse I save the world second, and I get high first I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy I’m always good, like Grandma cookies Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer She going down like the hands on my time-ticker I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes Young Money, baby, and the building grows As we look up—where did the ceilings go? You might also like[Outro] Hahaha No Ceilings29

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