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Ink My Whole Body

Wiz Khalifa

[Intro] Yeah Whaddup Taylor Gang Starpower It's star year You know what it is [Hook] Ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink my, ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink my, ink my whole body Ink my whole body [Verse 1] Got so many tats You can't even count 'em up In the shop every week I can't seem to get enough My aunt say My skin too clean to mark it up But I'mma (Ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck) I'm blowing purp No shirt Windows down Screaming "Cash rules" Showing off my tattoos Hoes spazzing when they see me Run up on me starstruck Asking can they read me Seen Matt and told him "Sleeve me" Heard your man got a star tatted Tryna be me I make it look easy People say I'm crazy Body marked up like a wall in the 80's Speakers scream loud like a car full of babies Chain's so sick, think my charm came with rabies All I heard these days is (I think you're going overboard with it) I ain't addicted, I'm committed It's Wizzle man See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Hook] Ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink my, ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my whole body Ink, ink my whole body Ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink my, ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my whole body Ink, ink my whole body [Verse 2] I got stars over here Little star over there Stars everywhere Cause nigga it's star year The name star power My jewelry is star bright The tat on my face Say I'm living the star life And by the way You know it's Taylor Gang Soon as you see us I'm inked up From my feet up I keep blunts flickin' New tats itchin' Black Chucks coppin' New shit droppin' (Star power) I'm the one they call young Body marked up like a subway in Harlem Niggas say that's hard White people think it's awesome Chest, neck tatted Whole sleeve on my arm done They say I look like Tyga man I put some lime in the Swisher Sweet And twist it all up Can't wear a shirt, the bitches lift it all up I'm tatting my body 'til I filled it all up [Hook] I'mma ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink my, ink my, whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my, whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my whole body Ink, ink my whole body Ink my whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink my, ink my, whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my, whole body I don't give a motherfuck Ink, ink my whole body Ink, ink my whole body13

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Bout It Bout It

Cam’ron

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron] I represent where them killers at 145th and Broadway. You get your head cracked Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, kids napped You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Saudi Arabia I'm 89 tho, Audi and Avias Beef in N O, I had to call No Limit up Baby MAC, baby Gat, shit to wake the baby up Got my baby boo, cop the X5: that's a baby truck Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the Caddy Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati In the double-O I represent the C-O Please ho, Harlem World, 40th: that's me, yo Clips, 11 off. Bricks, get 7 off Snow so white only thing missing is 7 dwarfs [Hook- Master P] Killa Cam: you know he bout it, bout it Jim Jones: you know he bout it, bout it Freeky Z: you know he bout it, bout it Santana: that boy bout it, bout it Harlem World: you know they bout it, bout it Diplomats: you know they rowdy, rowdy 145th and Broadway, them boys real You know them boys they don't play You might also like[Verse 2 - Cam'ron] Aiiyo, I'm bouncing through an ounce or two My crib look like the Fountainblue A fountain too - no water, only pumping Mountain Dew Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do I made it where chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes I got head, but need more mouth 119th to the whorehouse soon as the tour's out Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin' I pop ack over some oxycontin Cotton club and Roxy Robins Rubies and rocks we poppin' Booties, Uzis and Glocks'll stop em Battery on his head: copper-top him When I'm in the building, dogg, you've got to watch him Got to spot him, tre-8 a floor revolve him The D.A., sargeant and coroner's problem - now Highs get 8 done, Dipset don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang 15th and Lenox, 9- tre, they do they own thing In Uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block Dogg, he move that water shit, he like the network Over wet work. you come up short on that paper, get a wet shirt Then if you walking through Foster and Taft Flossing that cash then gangstas put the torch to your ass And I can't forget AK and Wagner My dogs straight crazy cause the AK'll blast ya One calling daddy Sheik and Q LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store Hennssey, lil me, me you know the flipped the raw Much upset, oh yeah they bout it 16 shots up out the Glock, I come up out it [Master P] I represent the South, now the world gonna feel us Worth $400 mil', still dumping gorillas I'm in the project posted up, like Toys 'R Us Retire my jersey -- 65 for every chicken I plucked Pass the purple stuff, whoadie, it's time to get swerk Up on the block, 1,000 grams on Hogan and Kirk We in them t-shirts and doo rags Females all fall back when the No Limit boys in the house Haters get back. Hot One hold it down In foreign ghettoes. Big Boys, Uptown, Russian _ C-Murder locked up, but his name still ringin' Big Simp getting yoked, ridin', hustlin' and slangin' You know we bout it..I mean we rowdy! New Orleans to the ATL: you know they bout it bout it Saint Louis, they keep it swangin' L.A. to Las Vegas, them homies out there gangbangin' Oklahoma to Tennessee, them boys ain't playin' Cause you know they B-O-U-T Texas, Florida; Detroit, Georgia Them boys dunn graduated from an 8th Up on to water-water Kansas bout it. Virginia rowdy! Illinois boys to Mississippi: bout it bout it New York, Arizona, the Bay Area, the whole California! North Carolina, South Carolina: throw dem bows Pennsylvania, Alabama: bout to let em know Missouri rowdy. Boston bout it! New Orleans and Rockafella: it's bout it bout it6

Comics and Games

Homecoming

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West] Yeah And you say Chi city! Chi city! Chi city! [Chorus: Chris Martin & Kanye West] I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? (Yeah) Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again (Ow!) -Min' home again [Verse 1: Kanye West] I met this girl when I was three years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She said, "Excuse me, little homie, I know you don't know me, but My name is Windy and I like to blow trees," and From that point, I'd never blow her off Niggas come from out of town, I like to show her off They like to act tough, she like to tow 'em off And make 'em straighten up their hat 'cause she know they soft And when I grew up, she showed me how to go downtown In the nighttime, her face lit up, so astoundin' I told her in my heart is where she'll always be She never messed with entertainers 'cause they always leave She said, "It felt like they walked and drove on me" Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me She said, "Ye, keep makin' that, keep makin' that platinum and gold for me" You might also like[Chorus: Chris Martin] I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again [Verse 2: Kanye West] But if you really cared for her Then you wouldn't've never hit the airport to follow your dreams Sometimes I still talk to her But when I talk to her, it always seems like she talkin' 'bout me She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you But they just not you," and I just got through Talkin' 'bout what niggas tryin' to do just not new Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong I guess you never know what you got 'til it's gone I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home And guess when I heard that? When I was back home Every interview, I'm representin' you, makin' you proud Reach for the stars, so if you fall, you land on a cloud Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around If you don't know by now, I'm talkin' 'bout Chi-Town [Chorus: Chris Martin] I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again [Outro: Chris Martin] Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Maybe we can start again105

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Resurrection

Common

[Scratched] "Resurrection" [Intro] Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere, check it It's like come on, y'all, get live, get down Common Sense is in your town I said come on, y'all, get live, get down Common Sense is in your town [Verse 1] I stagger in the gatherin', possessed by a patter-in that be scatterin' Over the global, my vocals be travelin', unravelin' my abdomen It's slime that's babblin' grammatics that are masculine I grab the men, verbally badgering broads I wish that Madelyne was back on Video LP I went against all odds and got a even steven Proceed to read and not believin' everything I'm readin' But my brain was bleedin', needin' feedin', and exercise I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize I analyze where I rest my eyes And chastise the best of guys with punchlines I'm Nestle when it's crunch-time For your mind like one time If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine 'Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I un-swine Eating beef sometimes -- I try to cut back on that shit This rap shit is truly outta control My style is too developed to be arrested It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail A Mr. Meaner fell on his knee for the jury I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints They relinquished Sense, 'cause I was guilty in a sense See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Scratched Hook] "Resurrection" [Verse 2] I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe, imagination's in flight I send light, like Ben's kite, I've been bright Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like, I spend nights up in dykes In spite, I've been indicted as a freak of all trades (Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo) I got it made I bathe in bass lines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums Come from a tribe of bums hooked on Negro and mums Had to halt with the, malt liquor 'Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas Now my speech and thoughts quicker Cruise the Southside streets with no heat and no sticker UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker UAC got my back and we don't, now check it I'm a ho but not a ho nigga, ain't scared of no nigga When it's my turn to go, I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm [Scratched Hook] "Resurrection" [Produced by: No I.D.]15

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Criminal

Eminem

[Intro] A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions A lot of people think that what I say on a record Or what I talk about on a record That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody That I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit, if you believe that, then I'll kill you You know why? 'Cause I'm a criminal! Criminal! You're goddamn right I'm a criminal! Yeah, I'm a criminal! [Verse 1] My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or lez Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's yes Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin' (Ooh!) That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of 'em! "Hey, it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin' the mail, get it? Checkin' the male?" How many records you expectin' to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!) "Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital" Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher! You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'cause I watch TV and Comcast cable And you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin' these charts And you can't stop me from droppin' each March With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards (Duh) And to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave You might also like[Chorus] I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one [Verse 2] The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes and speed The baby came out, disfigured ligaments, indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby, 'cause that baby was me I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drank more liquor to fuck you up quicker Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word— My morals went *thhbbpp* when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee Now, don't ignore me, you won't avoid me You can't miss me: I'm white, blonde-haired, and my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die In plane crashes and laughs as long as it ain't happenin' to him Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em- -inem and Kim combined (The maniac's in) In place of the Doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place (Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you, Dre, you should've kept that thang put away I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I'm a criminal! [Skit] MEL-MAN: Aight, look EMINEM: Uh-huh MEL-MAN: Just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfuckin' money and get the fuck up outta there EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: I'll be right here waitin' on you EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: Yo, Em EMINEM: What?! MEL-MAN: Don't kill nobody this time EMINEM: Awwright... goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin' nerves! {*Whistling*} How you doin'? TELLER: Hi, how can I help you? EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal TELLER: Okay EMINEM: Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you! TELLER: What? Oh my God, don't kill me! EMINEM: I'm not gonna kill you, bitch, quit lookin' around TELLER: Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me! EMINEM: I said I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you TELLER: Don't kill me! EMINEM: Hurry the fuck up! {*Gunshot*} Thank you! [Verse 3] Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it (Go, go, go!) So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be disguised in it and if anybody identifies The guy in it, I hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a rapper that I make it as I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask [Chorus] I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one [Chorus] I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one [Outro] (I am) I'm a criminal!183

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Hip-Hop Saved My Life

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Dedicate, dedicate (One time, 1-2, 1-2, and 1-2 and) This one right here goes out (For your mind, and 2, and 1-2 and) To my homie with the dream, nah mean? (Uh) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] He said, "I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be I'd like to make it like the sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy." Sí, now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic that click when it's pushed And a wack ass beat That's a track that's weak that he got last week 'Cause everybody in the stu' was like, "That's that heat!" A bass-heavy medley with a sample from the '70s With a screwed-up hook that went "Stack that cheese!" Somethin', somethin', somethin', "Stack that cheese!" Mother, sister, cousin, "Stack that cheese!" He couldn't think of nothin', "Stack that cheese!" He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes Crying from the next room, a baby in need Of some Pampers and some food and a place to sleep That, plus a black Cadillac on D's Is what keep him on track to be a great MC (Yeah) You might also like[Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Reps North-side, so he rocks them braids 1,100 friends on his MySpace page "Stack That Cheese" got 700 plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open mic champ two weeks in a row Ex D-boy with a B-boy flow Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the row Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid got his momma working like a slave Down baby mama who he really had to honor ‘Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda To drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs Let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it Told her when he get on, he gon' take her to the Galleria Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig? [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] His man called, said "Your time might be now They played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down' They played it two times, said it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-Town in a while" He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the newborn child Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen And put on another beat and got back to the mission of Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' yay Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool Man, it feels good when it happens like that Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Outro: Nikki Jean] Hip-Hop, you saved my life Hip-Hop, you saved my life41

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Seduction

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Like a verbal seduction when Seduction when I tell 'em girls on the floor I don't know, man (Geh-geh-geh) Just feels like we're a lot different (Right now) (Girls on the floor) It kinda feels like (Like a verbal seduction when) I'm on a whole different page right now than you (Girls on the floor) It feels strange, but umm (Girls on the floor) I guess it's kinda like, it's kinda like... [Verse 1: Eminem] I feel like I'm morphin' into somethin' that's so incredible That I'm dwarfin' all competitors Better get your girlfriend in check It's psychological warfare, endorphins I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blastin' out your deck She loves me, such passion, you'd expect This sort of reaction from her, yet you strong-arm You're fuckin' corny, you try to turn your charm on 'Cause you just think you're Bishop the Don Juan But if you think that you're fuckin' with me, homie, you're on one I'm cockin' my head back like Ed Lover, "C'mon, son!" She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, "She's fuckin' with dude, she wants some" Homeboy, you better get a clue She's on my dick 'cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack when she's closin' her eyes Fantasizin' of diggin' her nails in my back to this track? You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (It's like a verbal seduction when) 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) [Verse 2: Eminem] She's sittin' there gettin' liquored up at the bar She says it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you Than to count the things that are There's a seven-disc CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not — aww! I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet: a star And I'm not about to sit back And just keep rhymin' one syllable — naw! Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up 'Cause they're just not good enough, but I'm not givin' up 'Til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough 'Cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations (Aww!) That hater alarm is soundin' off And Obama took the bomb from my name (Aww!) So quit cryin' that I took your dame, homie, she's my dame (Aww!) You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' that I'm not on my game, boy And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy But you got a hard-on for me, what you hollerin' my name for? It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man, I can't call it [Chorus: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (It's like a verbal seduction when) 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) [Verse 3: Eminem] It's like we're playin' lyrical tug of war with your ear You hear it, girl? Come here Put your ear up to the speaker, dear While I freak this world premiere Seducin' her, loosen up With a little freestyle that'll— wait, am I losin' ya? Am I makin' you look bad? Well, I got news for ya Homie, you losin' her Oh wait, she don't like when I spit it fast Am I tryin' to show how? Let me slow it down some It's still gonna be a blow-out You're gonna wanna throw out your whole album Rummage through the shit and try to salvage somethin' to see If you can save any of it, punk, but none of it's fuckin' with me Prick, you really feelin' that bullshit? You think you killin' them syllables? Quit Playin', these beats ain't nothin' to fool with They call me Fire Marshall: I shut the shit down Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round I am also the opposite of what you are like You're a microcosm of what the fuck I am on the mic I am awesome and you are just awe-struck She's love-stricken, she's got her jaw stuck From suckin' my dick... aw, fuck [Chorus: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (It's like a verbal seduction when) 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when)61

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Must Be the Ganja

Eminem

[Intro] Yeah, ohh, yeah yeah, ohh I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's making me (High) I said, I smell something in the air that's making me high [Verse 1] Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da-so Lyrical Roscoe, kick back the Tabasco You motherfuckers must just not know the tick-tock, so Time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos Picasso with a pick-axe, a sick asshole Tic-tac-toe 'cross your six-pack with X-acto Knives, stranglin' wives with thick lasso Big bags of the grass, Zig-Zags, I'm with the Doc, so You know how that go, skull and the crossbones This is poison to boys and girls who do not know You do not wanna try this at home, my lil' vato This is neither the time nor the place to get macho So crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow It's not what you expected, nor what you thought, so 'Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke [Chorus] It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind You might also like[Verse 2] Your dreams are gettin' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally gettin' a chill Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splittin' a pill You're submittin' to skill, sittin' still I'm admittin' I'm beginnin' to feel like I don't think anyone's real Faced with a dilemma: I can be Dalai Lama And be calm or bring drama, a step beyond of Jeffrey Dahmer Please don't upset me, mama, you're lookin' sexy, mama Don't know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza How many people you know who can name every serial Killer who ever existed in a row? Put 'em in chronological order, beginnin' with Jack the Ripper Name the time and place; from the body, the bag, the zipper Location of the woods, where the body was dragged and then dumped The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate And which model, which lake they found her in, how they attacked the victim Say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nun Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' night's just begun [Chorus] It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind [Verse 3] When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna light Behind the board sits Dre, legends are made this way Isn't it safe to say this is the way it should be? Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms Here's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some He can give her some, she can give them some Get behind a LinnDrum, make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome and pennin' some Startin' from scratch and then endin' up at the ending of Capable of winnin' a Pulitzer So unbelievable, it's a titanium cranium that's full of sur– –prises when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes You stare into your stereos (High) Good evening, this isn't even a weed thing I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drinking [Chorus] It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind44

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W.T.P.

Eminem

[Intro] Yeah! Oh! Get up (Where my trash at?) I said, get up (You know what happens when I'm around, man) Woo! Let's go Better watch out now 'cause here we come And we ain't stoppin' until we see the morning sun So give us room to do our thing 'cause we ain't come to hurt no one So e'erybody come and get up on the floor now and grab someone [Verse 1] Man, first of all; I'm a boss, I just want to get that across Man, even my dentist hates when I floss Pull up to the club in a Pinto like it's a Porsche Garbage bag for one of the windows, spray-painted doors With the flames on 'em, Michigan plates, and my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's here, come and get him if you dames want him But he ain't stupid so quit tryna run them games on him He's immune to Cupid, why you tryna put your claims on him? 'Cause you won't do to me what you did to the last man Now climb in back, try not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have of just gettin' home, now can I get that lap dance? She's got a tattoo of me right above her ass, man In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps down And show this hussy who's the man; now get amped, dance! You might also like[Chorus] Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Ain't nothin' but a white trash party (White trash party) So let's have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash You don't know, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party) [Verse 2] Pull a fifth of Bacardi from out of my underwear And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead And tomorrow I'll probably still be too high to get out of bed 'Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer Mixin' Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta (Woo) I shoot the gift like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa" Missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders (Yeah) So quit tryna play the wall like you Paul, and Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin' They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin' 'Cause as soon as they throw on some R. Kelly, I start ballin' Makin' it rain for the ladies in the minis But I'm not throwin' ones, five, tens, or even twenties I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies Man, I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's From the North, East, and West— But when it comes to them trailers in them South-parks Muffle it, 'cause, homie, that hood's tighter than Kenny's So, ladies, if your belly button's not an innie, then I'm outtie Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy Come on [Chorus] Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Ain't nothin' but a white trash party (White trash party) So let's have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash You don't know, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party) [Bridge] Now, whether you're black, white, or purple; if you're misunderstood But you don't give a fuck, you ain't doin' shit that you should Long as you know you're up to evil, and you're no damn good Get on the floor, man, and rep your hood [Verse 3] Now, honey, don't let them pricks trip We should make a quick dip And go do some doughnuts in the hospital parking lot 'Cause, girl, I got a sick whip Kick the back window out of my Gremlin Put two milk crates in the trunk, rip out the stick shift And make a five-seater, I'll be damned if I feed a chick It ain't like me to split a piece of dry pita I be the S-L-to-the-I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown I'll tell you now, I'm so raw, I still need to unthaw You feel me, y'all? I shut the club down like Drake in the mall But baby, a body like that's against the law You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers, and all You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car Now get up [Chorus] Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Ain't nothin' but a white trash party So let's have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash You don't know, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party)82

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So Bad

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] Yeah, haha You feel that, baby? Yeah, I feel it too, damn (I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad) You know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together (I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had) You see, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was, am I? ('Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again) [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm the American Dream I'm the definition of white trash ballin', I'm right back on 'em With a— err-chick-err, chicka-chick— I can't call it Same shit, different toilet, oh, you got a nice ass, darling Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we ain't fuckin'? You take me for a friend? Let me tell you the whole story of Shady's origin You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again Now, it all started with my father I must've got my pimpin' genes from him the way he left my momma I'm a rolling stone, just like him, word to Johnny Drama Keep my entourage with me, baby, I'll make a promise There ain't nobody as bomb as me, I'm as calm as The breeze, I'm the bee's knees, his legs, and his arms, I'm a Superstar, girl, I'm ready for you, Mama Why you think the only thing I got on is my pajamas? You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuervo, first, I'll kiss your navel Work my way down, baby, you can lay down on the table But you may wanna find somethin' more stable I told you I ain't foolin' from the gate, this ain't the first day of April But thank you for stayin', April, I'ma make you Learn to appreciate me, differentiate me From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake Gs Skip over the "huggy bear," and all the "kissy face," please Initiate phase three, missy, now service me Take another shot of Jäger, shake it so nervously Take your time, baby, ooh, you're the bomb, baby Ooh, you're doing that even better than your mom, lady I told you why I'm Shady, you didn't listen now, did ya? Relax, woman, you know that I'm only kiddin' wit' ya Got a twisted sense of humor, it's warped, but I didn't hit ya I think you're finally startin' to get the picture, I'm just– [Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Bridge: Eminem ,Sly Pyper & Both] (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-ooh-oh-woah), soul (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh), soul, oh (Err-chick-err-chick) I can hold you in the morning But in the evening, I gotta go (Err-chick-err-chick) 'Cause I'm on to the next girl And the next girl, I kinda like, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3: Eminem] I got you caught up in the rapture, make you recapture The feelings you had for your last boyfriend before he slapped ya You never wanted someone so bad, you're Sweatin', but if I'm what you wanted Why'd you panic when I grabbed ya? Girl, don't be so frantic, I'm just a hopeless romantic Don't try to fight the feeling of somethin' that's so organic You can't ignore it, so don't, just stand before it Just drop them panties to the floor, let's get to camcordin' Damn, shawty, I told you this was bound to happen Soon as you wrote your number on the napkin I was bound to work a number on your back And throw your spine out of alignment My love has got you so blind that You couldn't pick Amy Winehouse out of a line-up So stop at the store, pick a pint up Let's get the pineapple Schnapps going, no one will knock 'Cause I'ma hang a sign up saying "Don't Disturb" Shawty, I'm so superb I say the right things, don't I spit the dopest words? [Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Bridge: Eminem ,Sly Pyper & Both] (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-ooh-oh-woah), soul (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh), soul, oh (Err-chick-err-chick) I can hold you in the morning But in the evening, I gotta go (Err-chick-err-chick) 'Cause I'm on to the next girl And the next girl, I kinda like, oh, oh, oh [Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad (Aha) I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Outro: Eminem] Dr. Dre 2010 Lightyears ahead of you (Haha) Woo!69

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Space Bound

Eminem

[Verse 1: Eminem] We touch, I feel a rush We clutch, it isn't much But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us It's lust, it's torturous You must be a sorceress 'Cause you just did the impossible, gained my trust Don't play games, it'll be dangerous if you fuck me over 'Cause if I get burnt, I'ma show you what it's like to hurt 'Cause I been treated like dirt before ya And love is evil, spell it backwards, I'll show ya Nobody knows me, I'm cold Walk down this road all alone It's no one's fault but my own It's the path I've chosen to go Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so Don't ask me why I have no love for these motherfuckin' hoes Bloodsuckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up with this? I've tried in this department, but I ain't had no luck with this It sucks, but it's exactly what I thought it would be like tryin' to start over I got a hole in my heart, but some kind of emotional roller coaster Somethin' I won't go on, so you toy with my emotions, so it's over It's like an explosion every time I hold ya Wasn't jokin' when I told you you take my breath away You're a supernova and I'm a You might also like[Chorus: Steve McEwan] I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Two-hundred-fifty-thousand miles on a clear night in June And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Right at you [Verse 2: Eminem] I'll do whatever it takes When I'm with you, I get the shakes My body aches when I ain't with you, I have zero strength There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths Why do we say that until we get that person that we think's gonna be that one? And then once we get 'em, it's never the same You want 'em when they don't want you Soon as they do, feelings change It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate I wasn't lookin' when I stumbled onto you, musta been fate But so much is at stake, what the fuck does it take? Let's cut to the chase 'fore the door shuts in your face Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open That I won't be makin' a mistake 'cause I'm a [Chorus: Steve McEwan] I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Two-hundred-fifty-thousand miles on a clear night in June And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Right at you [Verse 3: Eminem] So after a year and six months, it's no longer me that you want But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin', I'm tryna stop you from leavin' You won't even listen, so fuck it, I'm tryna stop you from breathin' I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you, squeezin' 'Til I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick, ain't no possible reason I can think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live Tears stream down both of my cheeks, now I let you go and just give And 'fore I put that gun to my temple, I told you this [Bridge: Eminem] And I woulda done anything for you To show you how much I adored you But it's over now, it's too late to save our love Just promise me you'll think of me Every time you look up in the sky and see a star 'cause I'm a [Chorus: Steve McEwan] I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you Two-hundred-fifty-thousand miles on a clear night in June And I'm so lost without you, without you Without you278

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25 to Life

Eminem

[Produced by DJ Khalil & Danny Keyz] [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late (Yeah, I can't keep chasing you I'm taking my life back) Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life [Verse 1: Eminem] I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made Maybe if this bitch had acted right I woulda stayed But I've already wasted over half my life, I woulda laid Down and died for you, I no longer cry for you, no more pain Bitch, you took me for granted Took my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt, I can no longer stand it Now my respect, I demand it I'ma take control of this relationship, command it And I'ma be the boss of you now, goddamn it And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out, this much you owe me I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you I have stayed Faithful all the way, this is how I fuckin' get repaid? Look at how I dress, fuckin' baggy sweats, go to work a mess Always in a rush to get back to you, I ain't heard you yet Not even once say you appreciate me, I deserve respect I've done my best to give you nothin' less than perfectness And I know that if I end this I'll no longer have nothin' left But you keep treatin' me like a staircase: it's time to fuckin' step And I won't be comin' back, so don't hold your fuckin' breath You know what you've done, no need to go in-depth I told you you'd be sorry if I fuckin' left, I laughed while you wept How's it feel now? Yeah, funny, ain't it? You neglected me Did me a favor though, my spirit free you've set But a special place for you in my heart I have kept It's unfortunate, but it's— You might also like[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life (Yeah, can't take no more) Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life [Verse 2: Eminem] I feel like when I bend over backwards for you, all you do is laugh 'Cause that ain't good enough You expect me to fold myself in half till I snap Don't think I'm loyal, all I do is rap How can I moonlight on the side? I have no life outside of that Don't I give you enough of my time? You don't think so, do you? Jealous when I spend time with the girls, why I'm married to you still? Man, I don't know, but tonight I'm serving you with papers I'm divorcing you – go marry someone else and make 'em famous! And take away their freedom like you did to me Treat 'em like you don't need 'em and they ain't worthy of you Feed 'em the same shit that you made me eat I'm moving on, forget you Oh, now I'm special? I ain't feel special when I was with you All I ever felt was this helplessness, imprisoned by a selfish bitch Chew me up and spit me out, I fell for this So many times it's ridiculous And still I stick with this, I'm sick of this But in my sickness and addiction, you're addictive as they get Evil as they come, vindictive as they make 'em My friends keep askin' me why I can't just walk away from I'm addicted to the pain, the stress, the drama, I'm drawn to Shit, I guess I'm a mess, cursed and blessed, but this time I Ain't changin' my mind, I'm climbin' out this abyss You're screamin' as I walk out that I'll be missed But when you spoke of people who meant the most to you, you left me off your list Fuck you, hip hop! I'm leavin' you, my life sentence is served, bitch And it's just— [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life (I'm gone, man) Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life114

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Superman

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Dina Rae] Mhmmm *inhales* You high, baby? Yeah, hahahaha Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh-huh I know what you wanna hear [Refrain: Eminem & Dina Rae] 'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too (Oh-ooh) I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh, ooh) I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh) Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl [Verse 1: Eminem] They call me Superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound I'm single now: got no ring on this finger now I'd never let another chick bring me down In a relationship; save it, bitch! Babysit? You make me sick Superman ain't savin' shit Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick Straight from the hip, cut to the chase I tell a muhfuckin' slut to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with what's-her-face I'm a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips? Bitch, why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? I'd rather have you whip my ass Don't put out? I'll put you out Won't get out? I'll push you out Puss blew out, poppin' shit Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch, if you died, wouldn't buy you life What, you tryin' to be my new wife? What, you Mariah? Fly through twice You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Eminem] But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday (Yeah-yeah) Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho [Chorus: Eminem] ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman [Verse 2: Eminem] Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes It's no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we fucked—bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes We'll be friends, I'll call you again I'll chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car I'll be in We'll see how much you'll be partyin' then You don't want that, neither do I I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess that's just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? I'd never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just fucked you [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho [Chorus: Eminem] ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman [Refrain: Eminem & Dina Rae] I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl [Verse 3: Eminem] First thing you say: I'm not fazed I hang around big stars all day I don't see what the big deal is anyway You're just plain old Marshall to me Ooh yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, what's that say? "Rot In Pieces," uh, that's great First off, you don't know Marshall At all, so don't grow partial That's ammo for my arsenal I'll slap you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave handprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle You want what you can't have Ooh girl, that's too damn bad Don't touch what you can't grab End up with two backhands Put anthrax on a Tampax And slap you 'til you can't stand Girl, you just blew your chance Don't mean to ruin your plans [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho [Chorus: Eminem] ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman [Refrain: Eminem & Dina Rae] I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl [Chorus: Eminem] ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman182

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On Fire

Eminem

[Intro] (Haha, yeah, haha) You know, critics, man Critics never got nothin' nice to say, man You know, the one thing I notice about critics, man Is critics never ask me how my day went Well, I'ma tell 'em [Verse 1] Augh, yesterday my dog died I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow Said: "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow." You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo' I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole I'm fired up, so fire up the lighter and the dro Better hold on a little tighter, here I go Flows tighter, hot-headed as Ghost Rider Cold-hearted as Spider-Man throwing a spider in the snow So you better get lower than Flo Rida Inside of a lowrider with no tires, in a hole Why am I like this? Why is winter cold? Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoes? Listen, dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets This isn't golf, this is a blistering assault Those are your wounds, this is the salt, so get lost Shit, dissin' me is just like pissin' off the Wizard of Oz Wrap a lizard in gauze Beat you in the jaws with it, grab the scissors and saws And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls Throw you in the middle of the ocean in a blizzard with Jaws So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all Got the gall to make Chris piss in his drawers Tickle him, go to his grave, skip him, and visit his dog You might also like[Chorus] (You're on fire) That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold (You're on fire) Man, I'm so fuckin' sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit (You're on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow (You're on fire) Yeah (You're on fire) Yuh [Verse 2] I just put a bullshit hook in between two long-ass verses If you mistook this for a song, look, this ain't a song It's a warning to Brooke Hogan and David Cook That the crook just took over, so book Run as fast as you can, stop writing and kill it I'm lightning in a skillet, you're a fuckin' flash in the pan I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan Mr. Mathers is the man, yeah, I'm pissed But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can Come back and whip your ass with it again Saliva's like sulfuric acid in your hand It'll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man Turn him into plastic So for you to think that you could stand a fuckin' chance is asinine Yeah, ask Denaun, man Hit a blind man with a coloring book And told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon Fuck it, I ain't playin', pull up in a van And hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin' "Vietnam vet", I'm out my fuckin' mind, man Kick over the can, beat his ass, and leave him nine grand So if I seem a little mean to you This ain't savage, you ain't never seen a brute You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route You couldn't make a bulimic puke On a piece of fuckin' corn and peanut poop Sayin' you sick, quit playin', you prick, don't nobody care And why the fuck am I yellin' at air? I ain't even talkin' to no one, 'cause ain't nobody there And nobody will fuckin' test me 'Cause these hoes won't even dare I'm wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here Nah, don't waste it, save it, psycho—yeah Plus you got to rewrite those lines That you said about Michael's hair (Whoops!) [Chorus] (You're on fire) That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold (You're on fire) Man, I'm so- I'm so hot My motherfuckin' firetruck's on fire, homie (You're on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow (You're on fire) Yeah Oh, shit (You're on fire)77

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Baby

Justin Bieber

[Produced by The-Dream and Tricky Stewart] [Intro: Justin Bieber] Oh, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, oh Oh, woah, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh [Verse 1: Justin Bieber & Ludacris] You know you love me, I know you care (Yo, uh-huh) Just shout whenever and I'll be there (Yo, uh-huh) You are my love, you are my heart (Yo, uh-huh) And we will never, ever, ever be apart (Yo, uh-huh) Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' (Yo, uh-huh) We're just friends, what are you sayin'? (Yo, uh-huh) Said, "There's another" and looked right in my eyes (Yo, uh-huh) My first love broke my heart for the first time, and I was like (Yo, uh-huh) [Chorus: Justin Bieber] Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine You might also like[Verse 2: Justin Bieber & Ludacris] Oh, for you, I would've done whatever (Yo, uh-huh) And I just can't believe we ain't together (Yo, uh-huh) And I wanna play it cool, but I'm losin' you (Yo, uh-huh) I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring (Yo, uh-huh) And I'm in pieces, baby, fix me (Yo, uh-huh) And just shake me till you wake me from this bad dream (Yo, uh-huh) I'm goin' down, down, down, down (Yo, uh-huh) And I just can't believe my first love won't be around, and I'm like [Chorus: Justin Bieber] Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine [Verse 3: Ludacris] (Luda) When I was thirteen, I had my first love There was nobody that compared to my baby, and nobody came between us nor could ever come above She had me goin' crazy, oh, I was starstruck She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks (Woo) She made my heart pound, and skip a beat when I see her in the street and At school on the playground, but I really wanna see her on the weekend She knows she got me dazing 'cause she was so amazin' And now my heart is breakin', but I just keep on sayin' [Chorus: Justin Bieber] Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine [Outro: Justin Bieber] I'm gone (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Now I'm all gone (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Now I'm all gone (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Now I'm all gone (Gone, gone, gone, gone), I'm gone72

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What’z Ya Phone #

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] What's your phone number? [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now, I could make miracles to tempos This instrumental's writin' for the nymphos: that's the intro Shook when you rush me, walked up and touched me Why? Do you wanna fuck me? Just ‘cause I'm paid in the worst way? True Lookin' kinda good in your birthday suit I wonder if you're wild and you act shy Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips Shake your hips, goddamn, I love that shit Yo, let's stop fakin', be real now I got a room and a hard-on – still down? Met you standin' at a bar full of black dudes Said you wanna see my scars and my tattoos When we head for my hideout, act right Boss player when I ride out, that's right What's ya phone number? [Chorus: 2Pac & Danny Boy Steward] If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? You might also like[Verse 2] Oh, shit, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine She's personally blessed from the gods If I seen her right now, she could get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me just to see my car Never had sex with a rich rap star 'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches, let me hear you say What's your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone Time for your girlfriend to take you home I had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone Picture in my rhyme, take time to rewind these ordinary words that I say If you open your mind, bet in a minute you'll find It's time, let the Outlawz play What's ya phone number? [Chorus: 2Pac & Danny Boy Steward] If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready (What's ya phone number?) Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? (What's ya phone number?) If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready (What's ya phone number?) Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? [Skit: 2Pac & Girl] Hello? Hello? Who is this? Is this 2Pac? This is who? Is this 2Pac? Yeah, it's 2Pac, who dis? Hi, baby, how are you? I'm aight. What's up, baby? You don't recognize the voice? You recognize my voice, huh? Do you recognize my voice? Nah, I know you? Yeah, you know me I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talking Where I know you from? Where I know you from? You just know me, baby Where? Talk up, I can't barely hear you You know me from when we were, you know, intimate Oh, we... oh, we fucked? Oh, baby, did we ever Oh, tell me about it, baby I remember when I put that big dick in my hand And stroked it up and down Ooooh! Then I put it in my mouth You did? I sucked it Ooh, you did? Ooh, I did Shit! Sucked it and fucked it; put me in, you came Did I come? Ooh, baby; everywhere, everywhere You don't remember me yet? I'm starting to get a picture, why don't you help me out? What did I do to the pussy, baby? What a nigga do to the pussy? You rocked it Did I? Yeah, you did Did I give you some of that Thug Passion? Mmmm... Hehehe... ayy, so what you doing right now, though? Me and my finger are gettin' acquainted How many you got? I got ten, but only one is workin' Ah, well, can I come over there? If you want to Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit? Mmmm, you gonna rock it, baby? Hell yeah, I'm gonna rock it, baby Like you did before? No dizoubt. You gonna feel that Thug Passion for real Mmmm, baby I'm on my way though; I'm about to fly over there in a 500 It ain't gonna take but a minute Hey, light the candles Get the baby oil out and turn all the lights out Drink a little bit of that shit I'm on my way, baby, I'm gonna knock that pussy into next week Knock it out, baby, knock it out I'm finna knock the taste out your mouth, girl I'm gonna put your legs on your head I'ma tie you up, blindfold you And we gon' play which hole feel the best, hahaha You know which hole feel the best Yeah, we finna see tonight, though I'm gonna make you remember me Oh, yeah? Yeah Oh yeah, you got my dick hard I mean, I can't, I can't find the steering shift You got me so fucked up; I'm playing with myself and shit Baby, can I shift your gear? Yeah, you can shift all that shit baby, for real Can I shift it from the back? Hahaha, do a bear shit in the woods And wipe his ass with a fucking white rabbit? Can I shift it in the front? Hell yeah... ayy, you know what I wanna do though? What you wanna do? I wanna fuck you on the balcony While you lookin' out over LA, ya know what I mean? Just poundin' that shit from the back 'Cause a motherfucker hop that shit Like I got hydraulics fixed in me, you feel me? I be hittin' switches, baby Ooh, I feel you, yes Hehehe... hey, I'm finna come over there Just wait for me, sweetheart, I'm on my way right now I'll see you later, baby, bye Bye, boo Haha, yeah, I'm finna get some pussy, nigga Heh, get some pussy, hahahaha What's ya phone number?10

Gangsta Rap

Dear Mama

2Pac

[Intro] You are appreciated [Verse 1] When I was young, me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old, kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, and scared to go home I was a fool, with the big boys breakin' all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years We was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame Mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary one day? And runnin' from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend, Mama You always was a black queen, Mama I finally understand For a woman, it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated You might also like[Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin, 2Pac] Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? [Verse 2] Now, ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy, 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own, so I started slangin' I ain't guilty, 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent is due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone, because you cared for me And I could see you comin' home after work late You're in the kitchen, tryin' to fix us a hotplate You just workin' with the scraps you was given And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin' But now the road got rough, you're alone You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated [Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin, 2Pac] Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? [Verse 3] Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle every day, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated [Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin, 2Pac] Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, lady (Dear Mama) Lady, lady254

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Cinderella Man

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Kobe] Yeah, you know, technically I'm not even really supposed to be here right now So fuck it, might as well make the most of it (Amen) Yeah! Ha-ha (Amen) Feels good (Amen) Woo! (Amen) Guess I'm lucky (Amen) Some of us don't get a second chance (Amen) But I ain't blowin' this one (Amen) Nah, man, ha-ha (Amen) Shit, I feel like I can do anything now [Verse 1: Eminem & Kobe] Who can catch lightning in a bottle, set fire to water Comin' out the nozzle on a fire hose, flyer than swatters? Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, take his hands and cup 'em Spit a rhyme to freeze a clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man There's a storm comin' that the weatherman couldn't predict I start to bug, prick, you better flee, 'cause I get ticked It's a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm back to punch you to the ground, you're tricked It's a trap, fuck my last CD, the shit's in my trash I'll be goddamned if another rapper gets in my ass I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes And keep winkin' and blowin' kisses 'cause you're flirtin' with death I'm destroyin' your livelihood, I ain't just hurtin' your rep I catch a flow and get goin', no remorse I'm showin', ain't slowin' For no one, knowin' there's nothin' you can do about it Zero in on my target like a marksman, the target is you I shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in it too Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva—what can you do? Go get your crew to hype you up, stand behind you like, "Woo!" That boy's hot enough to melt Hell, burn Satan too Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue So you can hate him, he don't blame you, frankly, he would too This game could ill afford to lose him, how 'bout you? You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Eminem & Kobe] Now guess who? (Hey) Here's a clue (Hey) He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe It's in your ass (Hey), he's in your ass, he's all up in your psyche too (Hey) Now (Hey) what's his name? [Chorus: Kobe] Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella Man (Hey, hey) If I had a time machine I'd be Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Music is my time machine So call me Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man [Verse 2: Eminem & Kobe] Fuck catchin' lightning, he struck it, screamed, "Shut up!" at thunder Then flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Rewound the future to the present, paused it, don't ask how Fuck the past, motherfucker, he's the shit right now, he's Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella man, Cinderfella Shady Dane, came To wrap the game up in cellophane, raise hell, from Hell he came But didn't come to bore you with the Cinderella story Nor did he come to do the same old can't afford to be A lame-o in this day and age and at this stage of the game Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly, so say bye To the old, H-I to the new, que será Consider it his last hurrah, the coup de grâce, raise 'em high In the sky, keep 'em up, time to bring the place alive Thanks for bein' patient, I won't make no more mistakes, shit, my Potato's baked, homie, the veggies on my plate can fly My filet is smokin' weed—yeah, faggot, the stakes are high Shit, I ain't even s'posed to be here by the grace of God The skin on my teeth and a hair on my nuts, I skated by Now y'all are on thin ice with ankle weights, I'd hate to lie How fuckin' irritated are you? How much in your face am I? And ain't shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit And I'm his spittin' image, I mirror it when I stand near it Your pussy lyric, I "cunt" hear it Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists? [Pre-Chorus: Eminem & Kobe] Who? (Hey) Here's a clue (Hey) He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe It's in your ass (Hey), he's in your ass, he's all up in your psyche too (Hey) Now (Hey) what's his name? [Chorus: Kobe] Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella Man (Hey, hey) If I had a time machine I'd be Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Music is my time machine So call me Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man115

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Rap City Freestyle

Cam’ron

[Intro - Big Tigga] It's going down! Rap City the Basement, Aphrodita Juelz! Twin! Cam's definitely in the building BET, Rap City, Big Tigga Putting it down with Juelz and Cam, my _____ Fill in the blank, your ass might get spanked, you dig? We doing it way big, so come on Let it rock now! Hey, this album, from me to you Any freestyle in the Basement I'mma see it through Watch your back in the streets, the one that stab You might even be your crew, Me and Cam You know how we do. Harlem/Bx representers, Big Tig born In the month of December. My man Juelz is the Dipset representer. Who's going next? Cam? Or Juelz? [Juelz Santana] Juelz Santana, August 19th, from me to you: Yo, I'm still popping the Ruger, duke Still hop in the newest coupe Still got me a hootie-hoo, still got me From Rucka, too. And she will swallow a hoola-hoop Ask around: she will swallow the Juicy Fruit They can't tell em cats how them bullets Propelling fast, leave your head and melon smashed Hella fast in a yellow cab Uh, comes to doing this, yeah you so great When it comes to doing shh Okay, you spit, you've got the flu: you sick Homeboy, I'm rich! I got the coupe from this I got the car, the crib, I got the roof from this Plus I got your girl thinking I'm the cutest Dip That'll hurt your heart, but I'm working hard Y'all some hating chumps, back to making bucks Boy, I'm so used to dishing the bird out I bought a crib in the tree so I could live in the birdhouse Dipset, boy, you know what them birds bout Gun in each hand, so you know when them birds out My man Black is the utmost nutso British is dumb known for letting his gun go! My man James keep the Glock on pop-o Soon as I say "get em!" he says "Tato, Tato" He comes through with his Spanish team 2 Hummers: tan and green 1 coupe: a tangerine Lamborghin' God damn it's mean, god damn the team Look at his wheels: god damn the feet God damn it, he keep on stuntin' God damn, is he gon' keep on stuntin'? Oh yes I am buzzin', oh yes I am buggin' Oh yes I am dumpin' on any man frontin' Oh yes I am, cousin I don't play that, I "OKAY" that I bring the K back, spray that and shoot you down! Til you move around, lose a pound, who's it now? Lose it now, Ruger down, chump: we'll shoot you down You might also like[Cam'ron] Everybody out at the Rock the Mic tour We back in the kitchen, rocking the white raw You copping your pipe for, locking your nice doors We pop up in like 4 with chickens that like raw They clickin', they like raw! They fixin' to fight for Me: look at my ice, for sure, your sight's sore We all wearing links as I prepare a drink Glare and think how I got the whole New York wearing pink Girls, they stare and wink, how I flare the mink Pop the top, pop the throttle, cock a Glock Pop a bottle, see "Paid in Full" now I'm up in Blockbuster And I'm paid in full: still on the block, buster Not for rock, rucker, '01 ride-wrecker Shogun, show guns, blow one, you not Gutter! Little inside joke for you cocksuckers My block, sucker? Popcorn and hot butter Like its the movie theater, but its the Uzi area Hootie-hoo for hootie-hoo, produce hysteria And me, I ain't no coattail snitch I did the Motel 6 with them wholesale bricks5

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Going Through Changes

Eminem

[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne] I'm going through changes I'm going through changes [Verse 1: Eminem] Lately, I really Feel like I'm rollin' for delf like Philly Feel like I'm losin' control of myself, I sincerely Apologize if all that I sound like Is I'm complainin' but life keeps on complicatin', and I'm debatin' on leavin' this world this evenin' Even my girls can see I'm grievin', I try and hide it But I can't, why do I act like I'm all high and mighty When inside I'm dyin'? I am finally realizin' I need Help, can't do it myself, too weak Two weeks, I've been havin' ups and downs Goin' through peaks and valleys Dilly-dallyin' 'round with the idea Of endin' this shit right here, I'm hatin' my reflection I walk around the house tryna fight mirrors I can't stand what I look like, yeah I look fat, but what do I care? I give a fuck Only thing I fear's Hailie I'm afraid if I close my eyes That I might see her... Shit You might also like[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne] I'm going through changes I'm going through changes [Verse 2: Eminem] I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, nappin' at noon Yeah, Dad's in a bad mood, he's always snappin' at you Marshall, what happened that you can't stop with these pills? And you've fallen off with your skills and your own fans are laughin' at you It become a problem you're too pussy to tackle? Get up Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust Nah, it ain't like Doody to do that, he wouldn't fuckin' Shoot at nobody, he'd fight first, but dwellin' On it only makes the night worse, now I'm poppin' Vics, Percs And Methadone pills, "Yeah, Em, tight verse You killed it!" Fuckin' drug dealers hang around me like yes men And they gon' do whatever I says when I says it It's in their best interest to protect their investment And I just lost my fuckin' best friend, so fuck it, I guess then— [Chorus: Eminem & Ozzy Osbourne] (I'm going through changes) Don’t know what I’m gonna do (I'm going through changes) But I just keep on going through changes [Verse 3: Eminem & Hailie Jade] My friends can't understand this new me, that's understandable Man, but think how bananas you'd be, you'd be an animal too If you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybody's lookin' at you, what you want me to do? I'm startin' to live like a recluse And the truth is, fame's startin' to give me an excuse To be at an all-time low; I sit alone in my home theater Watchin' the same damn DVD of the First tour; the last tour, he was still alive And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills'll make me feel alright And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night I'll just take a couple more, yeah, you're motherfuckin' right I ain't slowin' down for no one, I am almost homeward bound Almost in a coma, yeah homie, come on, dole 'em out! "Daddy, don't you die on me! Daddy, better hold your ground!" Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice? Yeah, baby, hold me down (Daddy!) [Chorus: Eminem, Ozzy Osbourne & Hailie Jade] (I'm going through changes) (Daddy!) Don’t know what I’m gonna do (I'm going through changes) But I just keep on going through changes [Verse 4: Eminem] Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes But somehow I'm pullin' through Swear when I come back I'ma be bulletproof I'ma do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few Facts, 'cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth Shit, it just hit me that what if I would not've made it through? I think about the things I would'a never got to say to you I'd never get to make it right, so here's what I came to do Hailie, this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too I still love your mother, that'll never change Think about her every day We just could never get it together, hey Wish there was a better way for me to say it But I swear on everything, I'd do anything for her on any day There are just too many things to explain When it rains, guess it pours — yes, it does Wish there wasn't any pain, but I can't pretend there ain't I ain't placin' any blame I ain't pointin' fingers, Heaven knows I've never been a saint I know that it feels like we just pissed away our history And just today I looked at your picture, almost if to say I miss you subconsciously, wish it didn't end this way But I just had to get away, don't know why, I don't know what else to say I guess I'm— [Chorus: Eminem & Ozzy Osbourne] (I'm going through changes) Don’t know what I’m gonna do (I'm going through changes) But I just keep on going through changes97

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Untitled

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Nah, man—not quite finished yet I'm not just one of your many toys Ha-ha, woo! [Verse 1: Eminem & Lesley Gore] Girl, I think you just might've tried to pull a motherfuckin' fast one, I'm mad You just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last one I had Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games? See this saw blade? See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate Or get sauteed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied MC's get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai 'Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women, and men Vrinn-vrinn!—Motor so big, you can fit a midget in his engine Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin'? Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin Will I spend-spend even ten cents on you, since when Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny? Shit, if I think a penny's pretty Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me; Eenie-meenie-miney-mo Catch an Eskimo by his toe while he's tryna roll a snowball (You don't own me) But don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers, better let him go, y'all (I'm not just one of your many toys) 'Cause [Chorus: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Now here we go, go, go You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] Get up, baby, get a move on like a U-Haul, you can rack your brain Like pool balls; you won't ever think of this shit—yeah, honey, you called? Well, here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it; Evil—I see Hear, and speak it—Lady, put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every motherfuckin' Chicken 'fore it hatches 'cause you can bet your ass that we gonna get it crackin' Like the Kraken and Titans when they're clashin', get your brains bashed in So bad, you will have Kurt Cobain askin' to autograph a bloodstained napkin Unfashionable, and 'bout as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole Now let's take that line, run it up the flagpole With Elton, see if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid At me, bitch, I ain't in the mood for this shit, get my dick, Google it 'Til it pops up! Y'all are so motherfuckin' full of shit that you're stopped up Me, I'm always shittin' diarrhea of the mouth 'til your speakers crap out (*fart*) Huh, what? Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette (Chig-chigga-ret-ret) But you won't get a hot fudge sundae from me so do not strut My way, slut, because— [Chorus: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Now here we go, go, go [Verse 3: Eminem] And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me, "What the fuck for?" Now look you little slut, cunt, whore, I know you want more Bitch, it's time to put the math back into Mathers 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem—run, boy! Every flow, got it mastered so every last word that you fuckin' fags heard Comes straight from the fish's ass, yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-turd Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank—yeah, still plenty No morals are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any Eat your heart out, Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous Fuck an animal, I got cannibal magnetism, can't resist him now—can you, ho? “Shady, I don't understand your flow” — Understand my flow? Bitch, I flow Like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy, don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy I'm raw, you ain't even medium-rare, stay the fuck outta my hair, boy You can look, you can stare, and point, but you can't touch, I'm too clairvoyant I don't get it, man, is there a void? All this weak shit, what am I, steroids? Well, bitch, I'm back with some shit for that ass and your trunk, elephant hemorrhoids And remember, boys— [Chorus: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Now here we go, go, go [Outro: Eminem] Thank you for coming out I hope you enjoyed the show 'Til next time (Ha-ha) Peace (Peace, peace)56

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Find Your Love

Drake

[Verse 1] I'm more than just an option (Hey, hey, hey) Refuse to be forgotten (Hey, hey, hey) I took a chance with my heart (Hey, hey, hey) And I feel it taking over [Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart [Verse 2] I'm more than just a number (Hey, hey, hey) I doubt you'll find another (Hey, hey, hey) So every single summer (Hey, hey, hey) I'll be the one that you'll remember and— [Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart [Verse 3] It's more than just a mission (Hey, hey, hey) You hear, but you don't listen (Hey, hey, hey) You better pay attention (Hey, hey, hey) And get what you've been missing See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart [Bridge] Too many times I've been wrong I guess being right takes too long I'm done waiting, there's nothing left to do But give all I have to you and [Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart68

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You’re Never Over

Eminem

[Chorus] The days are cold, livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growin' older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're never over [Verse 1] If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors on Dre's Phantom, believe me, clowns That means "suicide," homie, you'll never throw me Off of this course, blow me! Bitch, I do this all for the sport only But I want it all, I'm not just talkin' awards, homie And the ball's in my court and it's lonely On top of the world, when you're the only one With the balls in your shorts To leave their jaws on the floors with no remorse 'Member that when they get to doggin' you boy, homie So y'all can just get to bloggin' about bologna I'm not gonna stop, the saga continues, no stoppin' the force, Obi I'm moppin' the floors with 'em, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on Droppin' the torch and it won't be long 'til this sport is O-V- -E-R, just Blaze and me, we are knockin' on doors and no, we Ain't pumpkins on Halloween, but we'll show up on your porch, so be Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here, so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G If only I wasn't travelin' down this road by my lonely No one who knew me like you will ever know me I don't think you understand how much you meant to me You might also like[Chorus] The days are cold, livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growin' older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're never over [Post-Chorus] And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And I miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no [Verse 2] For you I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the "dyna" in "mite" Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit himself Tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself Guess that the best thing I can do right now, Doody, for you is to rep So I'm gonna fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'ma do it to death And instead of mournin' your death, I'd rather celebrate your life Elevate to new heights, step on the gas and accelerate, I'ma need two mics 'Cause the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothin' that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hype Just finish the rhyme and I bust it, excuse the corny metaphor But they'll never catch up to all this energy that I've mustered So God, just help me out while I fight through this grievin' process Tryna process this loss is makin' me nauseous But this depression ain't takin' me hostage, I've been patiently watchin' This game, pacin' these hallways, you had faith in me always Proof, you knew I'd come out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on their asses and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And I'ma show 'em, blow 'em out the water, slaughter 'em, homes I'ma own so many belts, only place they can hit me is below 'em Homie, I know I'm never gonna be the same without you I never woulda came in this game, I'm goin' insane without you Matter fact, it was just the other night had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up, I spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me, "Naw, Doody, you're not!"; layin' on that table, I knew I was gonna make it; soon as you said, "Think of Hailie" I knew There wasn't no way that I was ever gonna leave them babies; and Proof Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you Lord, I'm so thankful, please don't think that I don't feel grateful, I do Just grant me the strength that I need for one more day to get through So, homie, this is your song, I dedicate this to you I love you, Doody [Chorus] The days are cold, livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growin' older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're never over [Post-Chorus] And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And I miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no47

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Fireworks

Drake

[Verse 1: Drake] Money just changed everything I wonder how life without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Looking down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started an hour ago Truth over fame, you know I respect the blatant shit When I hear 'em talking, I just don't know what to make of it Hate is so familiar to me, I'm slowly embracing it Doesn't come natural, bear with me, it could take a bit Yeah, and my dreams are who I'm racing with But you can see I'm pacing it so that I'm always chasing it Wayne put me right here, that's who I get the paper with I hope that my success never alters our relationship Yeah, this life is something I would die for October's Own but it's looking like July 4 I just wish they'd let you try it first This time I'm really going off, fireworks [Pre-Chorus: Drake] Oh, today it begins I've missed them before But won't miss them again I keep having the same dream And I think that I just realized what it means See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus: Alicia Keys] All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Every night it's fireworks Every night it's fireworks All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Taking off like fireworks Taking off like—Oh [Verse 2: Drake] I'm just such a gentleman, you should give it up for me Look at how I'm placing all my napkins and my cutlery I could tell it wasn't love, I just thought you'd fuck with me Who could've predicted Lucky Strike would have you stuck with me Damn, I kept my wits about me luckily What happened between us that night? It always seems to trouble me Now all of a sudden, these gossip rags want to cover me And you making it seem like it happened that way because of me But I was curious And I'll never forget it, baby, what an experience You could've been the one but it wasn't that serious There was smoke in the air before, that was me clearing it That felt good, all in all, I learned a lesson from it though You never see it coming, you just get to see it go Yeah, I should've looked up in the sky at first Now I can see it in her eyes, fireworks [Pre-Chorus: Drake] Oh, today it begins I've missed them before But won't miss them again I keep having the same dream And I think that I just realized what it means [Chorus: Alicia Keys] All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Every night it's fireworks Every night it's fireworks All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Taking off like fireworks Taking off like—Oh [Verse 3: Drake] Everythin' the same but it feels different My dad called me up knowing that I still listen And he's still got his foot out, guilt tripping It's been years though, I just learn to deal with it For real, me and my realtor, we built up a better rapport Got my mother in a place with some better decor She searched the entire city, I let her explore And now she's saying she more lonely than ever before How many of our parents marriages lasted? I was only 5, I bet I barely reacted I'm flying back home for the Heritage Classic Searching for that feeling, tell me where is the magic Let's stay together 'til we're ghosts I want to witness love, I never seen it close Yeah, but I guess I gotta find it first That's why I'm really going off, fireworks [Pre-Chorus: Drake] Oh, today it begins I've missed them before But won't miss them again I keep having the same dream And I think that I just realized what it means [Chorus: Alicia Keys] All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Every night it's fireworks Every night it's fireworks All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Taking off like fireworks Taking off like—Oh31

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Show Me a Good Time

Drake

[Pre-Chorus] How did I end up right here with you? After all the things that I've been through? It's been one of those days you try and forget about Take a shot and let it out, let's get right Now that I'm here, baby [Chorus] Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good—show me a good Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) [Verse 1] I live for the nights that I can't remember With the people that I won't forget Spending all the money I just worked my ass off for Doing things that I won't regret I've been waiting way too long, long, long, long Telling everybody that I know we about to be on, on, on, on I ain't trying to look like I lied to these niggas That I came up with, that's my team Never would I let a woman come between What we doing right now, this our dream Wu-Tang Clan, niggas want that cream I'm the Osiris to this shit right now Go-to guy for the hits right now Whatever you wanna drink girl, pick right now If you can't hold your liquor, better quit right now See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Pre-Chorus] How did I end up right here with you? After all the things that I've been through? It's been one of those days you try and forget about Take a shot and let it out, let's get right Now that I'm here, baby [Chorus] Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good—show me a good Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) [Verse 2] Yeah, uhh How about you and all your morals In that outfit that you borrowed? Make the most out of tonight And worry 'bout it all tomorrow Understand girl, we fam girl Can't get me right and not do Wayne Cash Money, Young Money, pop champagne Presidential suite, girl: Barack Hussein Tell me can we kick it like Ali Shaheed and Phife Dawg? People really hate when a backpack rapper Get rich and start living that life, dawg Feels like when you get into that paper, hip hop hates you They would do it just like I do if they could It's in our nature—young and rich and out of control Out in LA blowing clouds of the killa I came up in the underground, though So I'mma spend another $10,000 for Dilla Call me overrated or created or too jaded Because anyway you put it, bitch, I made it—Yup! [Pre-Chorus] How did I end up right here with you? After all the things that I've been through? It's been one of those days you try and forget about Take a shot and let it out, let's get right Now that I'm here, baby [Chorus] Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good—show me a good Show me a good time (Aw yeah, aw yeah)27

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Fancy

Drake

[Produced by Swizz Beatz & Noah "40" Shebib] [Intro: Swizz Beatz] Go, go 'head (Go, go, go) Go, go, go 'head (Go, go, go) Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? [Verse 1: Drake] Uh, you getting ready so I know we gon' be here awhile In the bathroom flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyle In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step on the scales, stare at the number You say you droppin' 10 pounds preparin' for summer And you don't do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for yourself, you the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh you my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a lil' class like half days And the confidence to overlook my past ways Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in But they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in And look, I really think nobody does it better I love the way that you put it together, uh See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did ('Sup, girl) Oh, you fancy, huh? [Verse 2: T.I.] Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, figure they ain't got to pick a career Guess they plan on sucking dicks until some millions appear Like “Voilà!” You do it right he just might buy you a car Now she play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls having drinks at the bar I say I'm buying, you decline, that is kinda bizarre Independent with the demeanor of an R&B singer Naked ring finger, M3 Bimmer Champagne Range, triple-white Jag Closet full of brand new clothes and handbags Alexander McQueen, Prada, Gucci, Chanel D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louis and Bebe You ain't needy, greedy or easy as these other breezy's Who fuck for bottles of Riesling and bowls of baked ziti [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? [Interlude: Drake | Swizz Beatz] Atlanta girls, let me see your hands (Yeah) Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Come on) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done, everything big And my NY girls, let me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Come on) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done, everything big And my LA girls, let me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Come on) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done, everything big And my TO girls, let me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Yeah) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done—nails done, hair done Say go Cinderella, go Cinderella Orgasm blush, lipstick and concealer Devil in a tight dress, girl you a killer And ain't nobody realer, and ain't nobody realer, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go (Showtime) Go, go, go, go, go (As we proceed) [Verse 3: Drake] Uh, 5 and a half in boys, ass is off the hook Cinderella 'bout to lose the glass off her foot And when I find it is when I find you And we can do the things we never got the time to Better late than never but never late is better They tell me time is money, well, we'll spend it together I'm down for whatever, you just lead the way We go to dinner you don't even look at me to pay Mature women with more than me were the first to tempt me And Jason had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley How she got it, I ain't never get to ask I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash Yeah, but shout out to the homeowners The girls that got diplomas and enough money to loan us A little something extra, should we ever need it If it sounds like you, then let me hear you repeat it [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? (Fancy)42

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45th

Juelz Santana

[Cam'Ron] up Uh, Uh Yeah We back in the fucking building Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky Came in second half Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is What? Is what's really good? That's the question [Cam'Ron] Suicide sickness, child negligence Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence (But what?) But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow (Nope) We big dogs, all on the chow down Chow, and Mr. Giles lay back Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP Aight, now boy, not tonight I where a bomb to the court like it's a ice white I'm real ice right, still in the hood But the question for y'all is (DMX) What's Really Good? (Cam) Nothing, see me on 55th, black scooped it up A-k activated, act stupid, one did act stupid Mac had to move it, from the hood like (DMX) What's really good? (Cam) I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three Southpaw Portuguese (What's Really Good?) You might also like[Hook: Cam'Ron] + (DMX) To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello Diplomats are coming to your hood And we wanna know (What's really good?) All my niggas, block for block Rock for rock, top for top Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood And niggas wanna know (What's really good?) [Jim Jones] Okay I admit I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin 44 lead when I'm spitting Shots to the head of my victims Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin' They go through extreme measures to get 'em Them chains and them treasures the glistening You got three hideouts, a bed in the system My brethren I miss them So please tell me y'all (DMX) What's really good? (J.Jones) Top of the drop when it's missing MY block when it's clickin', these rocks when they glistening (DMX) What's really good? (J.Jones) 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk Big gouty wrists on you chumps Mostly me and sometimes them But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them Squally, so through your set up please And let me know if you really good And let me know if you really hood [Hook] [Cam'Ron] I like this beat, drums and bells Remind me of bullets, bodies, guns and shells I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly Air the shit out like the end of State Property No run away robber, gunner stay half of me the end I see prophecy (DMX) What's Really Good? I'm in the buggy mon', with the Rugby on Air Force Ones, looking like Lucky Charms Lotta dudes, yelling out "Fuck me, uh?" I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on [Juelz Santana] It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth when I stepped out the box homey I still got the sun of the box on me Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty I told you I can count on my boy I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy Shit, and just when I thought it was getting worst I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse (Dmx) What's Really Good (Santana) ME MOTHERFUCKER!!! Don't play with this, I'm so great at this Santana, bandana, release the eight a spit (COME ON...) [Hook]

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Forgot About Dre

Dr. Dre

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same OG But I been low-key Hated on by most these niggas With no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin' up in the office and back at my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Ho, please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s The Snoop D-O-double-G's And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police!" Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all! If y'all don't like me, blow me! Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 2: Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup) Just study a tape of N.W.A One day I was walkin' by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?) And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (Right here!) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin' men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?) [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop Comin' up to me with your hands out Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free When my last CD was out, you weren't bumpin' me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me 'Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton! (Compton!) I told 'em all All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none What, you think I sold 'em all 'Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off What, 'cause I been in the lab With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off? I ain't havin' that This is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque And fuck rap, you can have it back So where's all the Mad Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Outro: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre315

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Just The Two Of Us

Eminem

[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] Baby, your dada loves you And I'ma always be here for you no matter what happens You're all I got in this world I would never give you up for nothin' Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me I love you [Verse 1] Come on Hai-Hai, we goin' to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let Dada strap you in the car seat Oh, where's Mama? She's takin' a little nap in the trunk Oh, that smell? Dada musta runned over a skunk Now, I know what you're thinkin', it's kinda late to go swimmin' But you know your Mama, she's one of those type of women That do crazy things, and if she don't get her way she'll throw a fit Don't play with Dada's toy knife, honey, let go of it! (no!) And don't look so upset, why you actin' bashful? Don't you wanna help Dada build a sandcastle? (yeah!) And Mama said she wants to show you how far she can float And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat It's just a little scratch – it don't hurt Her was eatin' dinner while you were sweepin' And spilled ketchup on her shirt Mama's messy, ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water And me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we? You might also like[Hook] Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I [Verse 2] See, honey, there's a place called Heaven and a place called Hell A place called prison and a place called jail And Dada's probably on his way to all of 'em except one ‘Cause Mama's got a new husband and a stepson And you don't want a brother, do ya? (Nah) Maybe when you're old enough To understand a little better, I'll explain it to ya But for now we'll just say Mama was real, real bad She was bein' mean to Dad and made him real, real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on timeout Sit back in your chair, honey, quit tryna climb out! I told you it's okay, Hai-Hai, want a ba-ba? Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga? Her make poo-poo ca-ca? Dada change your didee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water '97 Bonnie and Clyde: me and my daughter [Hook] Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I [Verse 3] Wake up, sweepyhead, we're here, before we pway We're gonna take Mama for a wittle walk along the pier Baby, don't cry, honey, don't get the wrong idea Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin' in her ear (Mama!) That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry Dada made a nice bed for Mommy at the bottom of the lake Here, you wanna help Dada tie a rope around this rock? (yea) We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock Ready now, here we go, on the count of free One, two, free — whee! (woosh!) There goes Mama, spwashin' in the water No more fightin' with Dad, no more restrainin' order No more stepdada, no more new brother Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell Mama you wuv her (Mommy!) Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk But first, just help Dad with two more things out the trunk [Hook] Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I [Outro] Just me and you, baby, is all we need in this world Just me and you Your dada will always be there for you Your dada's always gonna love you, remember that If you ever need me I will always be here for you If you ever need anything, just ask Dada will be right there Your dada loves you — I love you, baby52

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Turn the Page

The Streets

[Verse: Mike Skinner] That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause there's sense in what I say, I'm forty-fifth generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting That I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses You rain down curses, but I'm waving your hearses driving by Streets riding high with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways But through the blaze, they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Then a figure emerges from the wastage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching his sword, raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white, it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears in the light after six dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks and smoulders Five years older and wiser The fires are burning, on fire, never tire Slay warriors in the forests and on higher, we sing Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving The hazy fog over the Bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing A new baby's born every day, few men may be scorned today But look at things the other way 'Cause it may well be your final day And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say I produced this using only my bare wit Give me a jungle or garage beat and admit defeat Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile Get all applications in to me before the deadline 'Cause it's a fine line between strifeful crimes and a life of crime But you will reach the day And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife, gladiators meet their maker Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter To their wives and daughters Once more before the Lord judges over all of us It's in this place you'll see me Brace yourself, 'cause this goes deep I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me, my apprentice Be brave, clench fistsSee The Streets LiveGet tickets as low as $86You might also like5

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Blinded by the Lights

The Streets

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner] That's the one, oi How did he not find the baggy With his hand in my shoe? Way too close for me Oh well, at least they allowed me through Should be a good night in here Rammo in the main room People keep pushing me though No reception on the phone [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes They said they'd be here, they said They said in the corner And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] These look well speckled A bit green and blue Threes is well cheap though So I'll take three if I need to Right, I'm on a plan I wish the bouncers'd go away Borrow water off this man Here goes nothing, okay See The Streets LiveGet tickets as low as $86You might also like[Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes Oh, that's proper rank That tastes like hairspray And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 3: Mike Skinner] I hate coming to the entrance Just to get bars on my phone You have no new messages So why haven't they phoned? Menu: write message "So where are you and Simone?" Send message: Dan's number "Where have they gone?" [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes Why's the message pending? Where the fuck are ya? And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 4: Mike Skinner] Hmm, brandy or beer? Water's a good idea I wish that bar lady'd appear And come serve over here Where the fuck could they be? Still not over in the corner This night's a tragedy I keep thinking I saw her [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes No, that's not them That's not them either And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 5: Mike Skinner] I'm still not feeling anything This has got to be a dud It's been ages since I necked it I smoked six tabs to the nub Belly's not even tingling I just feel a bit pissed No-one looks like mingling I can't see her or him [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes I'm gonna do another I think Yeah, one more, these are shit And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 6: Mike Skinner] These toilets are a piss-take Queue's bigger than the door Gotta get rid of this pill taste What are they chatting so much for? Glad I'm not a girl in this place They'll be here 'til dawn Sure my belly's tingling a bit Something's happening, I'm sure [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes Maybe I shouldn't have done the second one I feel all fidgety and warm And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 7: Mike Skinner] Whoa, everything in the room's spinning I think I'm gonna fall down My heart's beating too quick I'm fucking tripping out I wonder whether they got in? Turned away, no doubt Who cares? This is a tune coming in That one noise is like [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes My eyes are rolling back I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 8: Mike Skinner] Yeah, yeah, they cheer Can they see my hand in the air? I need to wave 'em over here I swear Simone's kissing Dan My head's twisted severe Body is rushing everywhere They could have texted me when they were near But I'm fucked and I don't care [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] Lights are blinding my eyes What was I thinking about? Ah, who cares I'm mashed People pushing by Then walking off into the night Totally fucking Can't hardly fucking stand This is fucking amazing Ah-ha12

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Put On

Jeezy

[Intro: Jeezy] I put on, I put on, I put on I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city [Verse 1: Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic they say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right, I work for NASA This FNH is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard "Call that bitch your bodyguard?" Yeah, that's my bodyguard Wear a lot of jewelry, Young don't do security What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate? If you want it, come and get it, you know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm working out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah, I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Chorus: Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2: Jeezy] Hat back, top back, ain't nothin' but a young thug HKs, AK's, I need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super-sized Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' me Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked Ridin' to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that Glock on me Don't get caught without one, coming from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flying down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene [Chorus: Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! [Bridge: Kanye West] I put on, I put on, I put on I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex I feel like this but niggas don't know he's stressed I lost the only girl in the world that know me best I got the money and the fame, man, that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, man, that don't mean shit 'Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace Yo, I need just at least, ugh, one of Russell's nieces On, I let my nightmares go I put on everybody that I knew from the 'Go I know hoes that was fronting when they knew he was broke They say, "Damn, Yeezy, Yeezy, you don't know us no more You got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me" You can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely I ain't lying So lonely, I ain't lying Let me see what we have tonight (What we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (Satellite) I see those flashing lights (Flashing lights) 'Cause every night, every night, I put on [Chorus: Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satellite I see those flashing lights 'Cause every night, every night Let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satellite I see those flashing lights21

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3 a.m.

Eminem

[Intro] Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) Oh, oh! (Yeah, yeah) There is no escaping (Yo) There's no place to hide (Ayo) You scream, "Someone save me!" (Yo) But they don't pay no mind (Ayo) Goodnight, goodbye! [Verse 1] You're walkin' down a horror corridor It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a Nightmare, it's horrible, right there's the coroner Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya You're a goner, he's onto ya Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it Here I sit, while I'm caught up in deep thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then Lick my finger and swirl it 'round the bottom And make sure I got all of it Wake up naked at McDonald's with Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit Guess I must've just blacked out again—not again! You might also like[Chorus] It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em [Verse 2] Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin' Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and Grab my flannel and my bandana, then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through Dazed and I'm so confused Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to Me, what am I gon' do? Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one Very methodical when I slaughter them [Chorus] It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em [Bridge] She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again [Verse 3] I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast I can't quite remember when I had that Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half A flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights Pushed him into the stinkin' tub, cut him up into pieces And just when I went to drink his blood I thought, "I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun" That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son Your blood-curdling screams just don't seem to bother me none It's 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run A secret passageway around here, man, there's got to be one Oh no, there's probably none He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs But ain't no stopping me from chopping him up-up, 'cause... [Chorus] It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em [Outro] Yo, yo, ayo (Evil... rise) Yo, yo, ayo (Evil... rise) Yo, yo, ayo (Evil... rise) Yo, yo, ayo (Evil... rise) (Evil... rise) (Evil... rise)110

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Throw It In The Bag

Lil Wayne

[Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me (Yeah!) Buying her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings, baby!) All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor [Verse 1] Okay, swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordans I bought her cell phone and I don’t even much call it New imports make her feel important No bullshit, nigga, no Ben Gordon Get her information, take her on vacation Give her dope dick; now, she under the sedation Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at Tell her, "Go shopping"; I can't wait 'til she get back Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweatpants She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag I take her to the vet 'cause she a bad bitch You can't be broke and happy, so, me—I'm mad rich I'm talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink Betsey Johnson all over my bedroom counter My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her, Weez'! You might also like[Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Yeah) All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor (I got you, baby) She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes (Hahaha) Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there— [Verse 2] Okay, fucking on Versace, napping on satin I love to hit it backwards: call it Pig Latin I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChatting Niggas swag-jacking, but I got my patent'd Fr—Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan I speak a little French, and hers is no better then mine I pass her the blunt; she probably hit it one time Catch us at the game, sitting on the baseline We can call a timeout, take a lil' time out Pockets too deep, shawty, you gon' have to climb out Faviana prom dress with your spine out And I live on the beach—you can get that panty line out She wants to own me, and I ain't tryna fight it She said it's her dick, she got it copyrighted And I don't pay for pussy, because her pussy priceless I go fishing in it, and I ain’t a Pisces Ugh, Gucci only to the grocery store Stop playing, bitch, we balling like Okafor Ha! And now, we headed to the dealer I'm gon' cop my baby something with no ceilings, ahh! [Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (You dig?) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Hahaha) All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor (No Ceilings) She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (Young Money) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Young Money) All we do is shop until we drop Right there on the floor (Gone!)5

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I Can’t Go to Sleep

Wu-Tang Clan

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] The technique is ill, son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L, and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggas, children watch as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early '80s For those that murdered me shall stand before God To fall at the hands of fate; then, out comes the rod [Break: Ghostface Killah] Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back [Verse 1 (Cont'd): Ghostface Killah] What the fuck is going on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumping out their Jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep Ayo, we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns Whippy got hit up with the big shit—"bong bong" Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leek spot Drove past y'all niggas again, you took a cheap shot Not knowing fucking with me, you get your meat chopped You thought we fell on our face? You need to be stopped Call on the chariots! Call on an ambulance! You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you, man When your rap wasn't doing well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Hook: Isaac Hayes] Don't kill your brother Learn to love each other Don't get mad 'Cause it ain't that bad Look at who you are You've come too far It's in your hands Just be a man Get the jelly out your spine Cobwebs out of your mind [Verse 2: RZA] I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father at his mom's building seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest in front of his little seeds Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Oh, Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots crackling Her husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in America's watching, blood-stained ink blotches Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck Looking around like, "These Devils!" I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I— [Outro: Isaac Hayes] Don't let the game make you lose your head You should be calling the shots instead The power is in your hands Stop all this crying, and be a man9

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Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission

Wu-Tang Clan

[Skit] [RZA]: Fuck yo, we gotta get this fucking loot baby We gotta get this loot Yo back, remember back in the days When shit, everything was all smooth and calm and shit was like [GFK]: Smoke that bone, nigga [RZA]: Yo man, yo I'm doing it God, I'm doing it man I'm saying, back in like in '70, fucking '79 [Mef]: Everybody was on your line man [RZA]: Nah, '87, that was my favorite shit God Polo shit, everything, everything was lovely Yo get the fuck out the rain nigga Oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck Ayo Ghost, ayo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas? Man, what the fuck you nigga, ah [Intro: Gladys Knight] Hey, you know, everybody's talking about the "good old days," right? Everybody! The good old days Well, let's talk about the good old days! [Raekwon] Know what I'm sayin'? Take you on this lyrical high real quick 1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'? Let's get technical; where's your bone at? Get up on that shit, a'ight? Yo! See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Verse 1: Raekwon] Started off on the island, aka Shaolin Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone diallin' Back in the days, I'm 8 now Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one 'Til I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16 Shootin' that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream That's the life of a grimy, real-life crimey And niggas know that habit's behind me Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto In Medina, yo, no doubt, the god got crazy clout Pushin' the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck 'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up Now my man from up North, now he got the loft It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!) Fuck that! [Hook: Raekwon + (Ghostface Killah)] Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers) Can it be that it was all so simple then? Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's) Can it be that it was all so simple then? Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (Dedicated to MPV's: phat!) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] Kickin' the fly clichés, doin' duets with Rae and A Happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold! I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spotlight, gettin' my dick rode all night I want to have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now it's just a big dream 'Cause I find myself in a place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain 'Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes Receivin' all types of calls from Upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' for lesser The God left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way To continue to make more hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime (Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9, nigga) Word up, it's all like that... yeah [Outro: Intermission] [Method Man] It's like this, I'ma start from the top Inspectah Deck, he's like He's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you Play yourself and all that, right? And see you sit there and know you lyin' And he'll take you to court after that 'Cause he the Inspectah, that's why he the and And also he the Rebel I.N.S You know what I'm sayin'? And Shallah Raekwon, he the Chef He cookin' up some marvelous shit to get your mouth waterin' On some "oh shit" Then, then it's, then it's the Method Man It's like mad different methods to the way I do my shit [Raekwon] You gotta smoke a bean in here, anyhow [Method Man] And I'm tellin' you, mine Basically Method Man is like Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it And then Baby U, he a psychopathic He a psychopathic thinker And and, then we got, then we got the Ol' Dirty Bastard 'Cause there ain't no father to his style That's why he the Ol' Dirty Bastard Ghostface Killah, you know what I'm sayin'? He on some "now you see me, now you don't" Know what I'm sayin'? And and, the RZA He the sharpest motherfucka in the whole Clan He always on point, razor sharp With the beats, with the rhymes, whatever, any DJ [Raekwon] And the GZA, the G is just the Genius He, he's the backbone of the whole shit [RZA] It's self-explanatory, Genius, word [Method Man] He the head, let's put it that way We form like Voltron, and GZA happen to be the head You know what I'm sayin'? [Interviewer] Yeah, yeah, that's cool So what's like, I mean what's like Your ultimate goal against in this in this industry? [Method Man] Domination, baby, fuck that [Raekwon] Can I say this one? Can I say this one? Right now, right now, we still, we still Feel like we ain't get what we want yet When we get, when we get, when we get a little props And really really get the way we gotta go That's when you know it's on You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause right about now, I ain't braggin' or nothin' But yo, the Wu, the Wu got somethin' That I know that everybody wanna hear 'Cause I know I've been waitin' to hear You know what I'm sayin'? But straight up and down, 'til we get the goal We gon' keep goin' [Method Man] Yeah, 'cause we tryin' to do all this We tryin' to make a business outta this, man We ain't tryin' to-- know what I'm sayin'? Affiliate ourselves with them fake-ass A&Rs and all that We tryin' to make our own shit So that when our children, word So that when our children, all our seeds and whatever They got somethin' for theyselves right there [Ghostface Killah] We ain't tryin' to hop in and hop out right quick Know what I'm sayin'? We out for the Gusto, and we gon' keep it raw You know what I'm sayin'? (Word)27

Hip-Hop

Triumph

Wu-Tang Clan

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers This like, this '97 Aight my niggas and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to '79 [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultraviolet shine blind forensics I inspect you through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Verse 2: Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germ Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn This my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standing firm On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back What? My peoples; if you with me, where the fuck you at? Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice? I think not The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking Take cover, kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team and your "six can't rhyme" groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted My deadly notes reign supreme Your thought is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my thought I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [Verse 4: U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fake false step make the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesias My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings [Verse 5: RZA] March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair In particular, my beats travel like a vortex Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream Heart terminal like Grand Central Station Program fat bass lines on Novation Getting drunk like I'm fucking ducking five-year probation [Verse 6: GZA] War of the masses, the outcome disastrous Many of the victim families save their ashes A million names on walls, engraved in plaques Those who went back received penalties for the acts Another heart is torn as close ones mourn' Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song [Verse 7: Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds And leaks sounds that's heard 93 million miles away from Came one to represent the Nation This is a gathering of the masses That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Verse 8: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, fuck that! Look at all these crab niggas laid back Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a navy green salamander fiend Bitches overheard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in '81 Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz [Verse 9: Raekwon] A-yo, that's amazing Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man child walk Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat, God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland88

Hip-Hop

Da Mystery of Chessboxin’

Wu-Tang Clan

[Intro: "Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang" + "Five Deadly Venoms"] "A game of chess is like a swordfight: You must think first before you move" "Toad style is immensely strong And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible" [Verse 1: U-God] Raw I'ma give it to ya with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force you're doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Well, I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary and Carey like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from Is comin' through with nuff niggas and nuff guns So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin', contestin' You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin' niggas like an 18 wheeler With a drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin' See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Verse 3: Raekwon] Rough like Timberland wear, yeah! Me and the Clan and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We pack chrome TECs, nickel-plated MACs, black Ac's! Drug-dealin' styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though 'Cause I gots to get my props and win it, yo I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef Straight up and down, don't even bother I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill niggas' fathers! [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack! My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats! [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacques Cousteau could never get this low I'm cherry bombin' shits... BOOM! Just warmin' up a little bit (Vroom-vroom!) Rappinin' is what's happenin' Keep the pockets stacked and then hands clap and then At the party when I move my body Gotta get up and be somebody! Grab the microphone, put strength to the bone DUH DUH DUH... enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff, huff, puff I'm gonna catch your bluff, tuff, rough Kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly Or Alex Haley, I'ma MUH- Beetle Bailey rhymes Comin' raw style, hardcore Niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store Comin' to buy grocery from me Pretendin' to be a hip-hop MC The law — in order to Enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbot — RZA Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Ho gettin' low with his flow Introducin' the Ghostface Killah! No one could get iller! [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack! My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats! [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Speakin' of the Devil, psych! No, it's the God, get ya shit right! Mega trife, and yo, I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit You reneged, tried again, and got blasted Half-mastered-ass style, mad ruff task When I struck, I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack! That night, yo I was hittin' like a spiked bat! Until you thought I was bugged out and crazy Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs So, grab your eight-plus-one, start flippin' and trippin' Niggas is jettin', I'm lickin' off, son [All] Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Wu! Ta-a-ang! [Verse 6: Masta Killa] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide when he dies in his own iniquity? It's the master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya We have an APB on an MC Killa! Looks like the work of a Masta Evidence indicates that his stature Merciless like a terrorist, hard to capture The flow changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie, paralysin' the victim You scream as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede And injure any motherfuckin' contender! [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack! My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats! [Outro: "Five Deadly Venoms"] And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Toad style is immensely strong And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible When it's properly used85

Hip-Hop

Tearz

Wu-Tang Clan

[Chorus] After laughter comes tears [Verse 1: RZA] Check the script, me and the gods gettin' ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'boom boom' the bass would blast We was laughin' at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had began to discuss (Hey yo, Rob, remember that kid you bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far 'Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner "Hey, Shorty, check it, run the bag and the dough!" But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!" Money splattered him, BOW! Then he snatched the bag Hit his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood all over the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was... Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones that have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, of us laughin' all the time I taught him all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Chorus] After laughter comes tears [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Me and my man, my ace Big Moe from the shelter 'Bout to hit the skins from this girl named Thelma Now, Thelma had a rep that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the mornin', somethin' got to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat and practice safe sex! He seemed to ignore, I said, "Be for real! She's not even worth it to go raw deal." A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power U Twenty minutes went by, Moe, I'm out without a doubt I'm not pumpin' up, I am airin' out Hey yo, he came out laughin' with glory I'm surprised he's still livin' to tell his story But he carried on with the same old stuff With Stephanie, like a Whammy, he pressed his luck Moe tried to be down with O.P.P Ain't nothin' wrong, but he got caught with the H.I.V Now no life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter I guess comes the tears [Chorus] After laughter comes tears50

Hip-Hop

I Can

Nas

[Intro: Children's Choir] I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 1] Be, b-boys and girls, listen up You can be anything in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lena Horne, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose Could've died, so young, now looks ugly and old No fun 'cause now when she reaches for hugs, people hold they breath 'Cause she smells of corrosion and death Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring 'Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how Put your hands in the air, and take the vow You might also like[Chorus x2] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 2] Be, b-boys and girls, listen again This is for grown-looking girls who's only 10 The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write Begging different women for a place to sleep at night Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this [Chorus x2] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 3] Be, be-fore we came to this country We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys There was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu, where every race came to get books To learn from black teachers, who taught Greeks and Romans Asian Arabs and gave them gold, when Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces Shot up they nose to impose what basically Still goes on today, you see? If the truth is told, the youth can grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more, learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king Young princess, when you get your wedding ring Your man will sing, "She's my Queeeeeen" [Chorus] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Outro] Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music [Produced by Salaam Remi]45

Hip-Hop

Ready or Not

Fugees

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me (Yo) [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill] Now that I escape, sleepwalk awake (Yeah) Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break When they meet their four hundred-pound mate If I could rule the world (If I ruled the world), everyone would have a gun In the ghetto. of course, when giddy-upping on their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete for the deceased But, no, don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep Thinking 'bout the robbery that I did last week Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends A born again hooligan only to be king again [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me (Yo, yo, yo, yo) You might also like[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] I play my enemies like a game of chess Where I rest, no stress if you don't smoke sess Lest I must confess, my destiny's manifest In some Gore-Tex and sweats, I make treks like I'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess Capture your bounty like Eliot Ness, yes Bless you if you represent the Fu But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're doo-doo Voodoo, I can do what you do, easy Believe me, fronting niggas give me heebie-jeebies (Ha) So while you imitating Al Capone I'll be Nina Simone and defecating on your microphone [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly [Bridge: Lauryn Hill] You can't run away from these styles I got, oh, baby Hey, baby, 'cause I got a lot, oh, yeah And anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh, baby Hey, baby, you can't hide from the block, oh, no [Verse 3: Pras, Pras & Lauryn Hill] Ready or not, refugees taking over The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber (Drop bombs) Crews run for cover, now they're under, pushing up flowers Superfly, true lies, do or die (He's super fly) Toss me high, only puff lye with my crew from Lakay I refugee from Guantanamo Bay Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay (Yes, sir) [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide (Ayo, nobody move) Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide (Ayo, nobody move) Gonna find you and make you want me (Come on) Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide (You know the—) Gonna find you and take it slowly (You know) Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me67

Hip-HopRap

Session One (Freestyle)

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise! Aw, shit! Yeah You ready to get this shit started or what? Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too [Verse 1: Eminem] Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin' I'm back I could relax, but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles, then black- -out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (Woo!) Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin', double Shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin'— woah-ho I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'— uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble! What's occurrin' before, after, and durin' the show Has no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin', woah What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin' you out the do' So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishing a ho It's pandemonium, standing o when you see him, oh Damn, baby, you look good, you're givin' me wood You should pull over like a sweatshirt wit' a hood (Woo!) It's neck work, get our polly on, you and me both Break bread while I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf Now, homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass? Who claims to be Spittin' the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words, I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through 'em and laughed, came back an hour after the accident And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half! So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' your ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin' than that Slut? Answer me that! Royce, where you at? You might also like[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”] I'm right here, Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you Lump on your head designed by a barstool (Come on!) Designed by a cartoon Before I need to be hired, Jimmy, I'll fire Marshall (Woah!) The 9 tucked against the linin' I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69ing (Ha) It's like Rick James is shootin' up your house, nigga! Fuck yo' couch, nigga! You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle finger up While I'm over here shovin' my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nicole to O. J. to Glove (Woo!) I got a posse of insane clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear and ask you how your brain sounds Bad, Evil, we go Alfred E. Neumann Mad cerebral, you on your last burrito! (What that mean, Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin' Get a beat, then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that Good day and good night! Ortiz, yo, where the fuck you at? (Yaowa) [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years (Uh) Ahead of my mic peers (Yeah), quite scary to look at, a nightmare Where my book at? I'll write fear in the heart of you tight squares I harbor the art of you nice wear (Ah!) It's type weird 'cause that made me hotter than my dear (Uh) Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer (Haha!) Homie, chill, listen, I swear I'm god, I give tracks a Holy-feel, and they bite ears (Ow!) I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting to be hooked to IV As Mumm-Ra's well, when you look at my pee (Ew) And this joint (No exception), so just point (A direction) And record the pig's oink (When I rip his intestines) This isn't just an infection (Nah) This won't go away with penicillin injections (Tss) Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit (What?) Seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it (Ow!) Aw shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Edeminem (Haha) So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgusting hook (Yeah) Jump in shark water and swim! Yo, where the fuck is Crook? [Verse 4: Crooked I] I'm right here, lettin' the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop Get your mommy knocked and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped (Yeah) I take your life to the ninth innin' A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin' I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny I'll buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money (Yo!) Man, all the bitches holla— they wanna drop my britches Then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas (Uh) As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam! (Brrat!) Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying We do it to try to do without tryin' (Slaughterhouse!) 'Cause to it's us it's so easy Where's "Jumpoff" Joe Beezy?26

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Cum on Everybody

Eminem

[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Yo, mic check (Woo, shit) Testing One, two, um, twelve What up? What up? What up? (Outsiderz) This is my dance song, can you hear me? (Outsiderz) (Rah Digga, Young Zee, bust it, bust it) Alright, ayy, turn my headphones up [Verse 1] My favorite color is red like the bloodshed From Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin' at my shish kabab Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve (“I can't stand white people”) You thought I was ill and now I'm even more so Shit, I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show I just remembered that I'm absent-minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit 'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit (Um, one, two) I told the doc I need a change in sickness And gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis Put my LP on your Christmas gift list You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this You might also like[Chorus] Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end 'Cause I don't give a fuck like my middle finger was stuck And I was wavin' it at everybody, screamin', "I suck" (I suck) I go on stage in front of a sell-out crowd And yell out loud, "All y'all get the hell out now" Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up, y'all, I'm sorry (But Eminem, this is your record release party) I'm bored out of my gourd, so I took a hammer And nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford Guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard Who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain't got it all) One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage (Oh) And if you ever see a video for this shit I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit [Chorus] Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) [Verse 3] Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit 'Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy So I told 'em I was Mike D They was like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be" I told 'em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert" (Oh really?) I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness Monster" (Okay) Peace out (Bye) Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'Til I started bustin' freestyles, broke out Then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick Made a couple of crank calls collect (Brrrt) "It's Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?" I want to make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of So just remember, when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset [Chorus] Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight)23

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Warning

Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj & Kandi] Who the hell is this? Callin' me at 12:47 in the night While I'm watchin' the fight Lookin' at the phone, it's no name in sight Blocked ID, knew something just wasn't right It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami Tellin' me that my man with some bitch in a Camry Car seat in the back like he started a family Yo Kan, stop playin', what the fuck is you sayin'? Remember them chicks from the Bricks 'round nine six That we seen when we hit a lick by the project? Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria I didn't say them They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when Some bitch named Kim Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim They hit me on the chirp, warnin' me, now I'm warnin' you What's it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker Damn, I'ma have to send her to her maker I'ma send her to her maker I'ma send her to her maker (Kyuh) You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & Kandi] They heard about his good sexin', long erections Nice complexion, Magnums for protection They even heard about his tongue game How the nigga give brain, ain't stop 'til the cum came But that's words of Hip Hop I popped the bitch top, like a Corona Call a coroner, it's gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es If I find out he got a next Mrs What you think all the goons is for? Two by the door, a few more out in New York And I feed 'em curry chicken, I'm all about my green nahmean? Got some fat bitches in the kitchen I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail Got a scale for what's in the mail I got whatever on my nigga bail, but if the nigga bail I'll have him sleepin' with some killer whales Damn, bitches wanna fuck with my man On the other hand, things ain't always what you plan It's the ones up in your prom picture, salon witcha Now they wanna creep in your man Jeep I bet you Nicki won't sleep 'Cause I'ma put the heat to your beak, you bird-like, tweet tweet And watch I smoke like a cigarette Should've left the bitch a pack of Nicorette Leave all them foul bitches wet I give a fuck about you and your bum crew Mami, I'm the truth, they salute when I come through I'm not runnin' bitch, I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody comin' [Outro: Nicki Minaj] Yo, police, open up Shit, yo, this bitch Kandi set me up, yo Yo, pass the AR, let me let these cowards have it12

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Things Done Changed

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? (Uh) Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side (Yeah) Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side (Yeah) Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 1] Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids? Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews With the neighborhood crews hanging on the avenues Turn your pages to 1993 Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick 'Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit Totin' TECs for rep Smoking blunts in the project hallways Shooting dice all day Waitin' for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit We get hype and shit and start lightin' shit So step away with your fistfight ways Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days But you don't hear me though You might also like[Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 2] No more coco-levio one, two, three One, two, three, all it is to me is a mystery I hear you motherfuckers talk about it But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it And I'm down with the shit, too For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrappin' Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens When you sleep on the street Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep And we coming to the wake To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake Back in the days our parents used to take care of us Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us Calling the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, shit done changed [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 3] If I wasn't in the rap game I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game Because the streets is a short stop Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Shit, it's hard being young from the slums Eatin' five cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from And now the shit's getting crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers Goin' out of town, blowing up Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty But I gotta go identify the body Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Outro] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?34

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Brave in the Heart

Big Pun

[Verse 1: Triple Seis] I'll battle you all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis: the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed by my Squad It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the Beamer sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for 40 days and 40 nights And every verse is tight Better than before: rough, rugged, and raw Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin' your chain Nawmean, do him and the fiend, grab his wallet Leave a trail, blazin' like Rasheed Wallace What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker I walk the same streets the police take us Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money, son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggas really roll On the low, tryin' to blow trees And for no reas' we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese Better relate and start to think, or be the missing link I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt You might also like[Verse 2: Big Pun] We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art Takin' New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough Hold your toaster low; business, never personal Just some words to know if you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry 'em Depends on the state; If death is my fate, then cool, I'm dyin' If that's my destiny, it's meant to be Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me Aight, crew? (no doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hypened, comin' with the thunder and the lightnin' Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms right from the Bronx Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto god I rip a nigga's heart out his frame While I scream: "Terror Squad!" Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She said she’d starve if I die, understand I’m a god in her eyes The father of Christ, sure to be immortal Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen With Devin: that's mi hermano [Refrain] We will be here, forever – KRS We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part Amazingly smart Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God [Verse 3: Prospect] You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a 9 steady I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin' Shit, crime heavy already I keep it sharper than the long 'chette Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy I click triggers: how you more ready? Switch quicker than Marbury I'm a cherry, you a strawberry If you lost that, mean I'm on top of the whip You plottin' to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip You stop with the quick and never make another move Even your mother lose I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues [Refrain] We will be here, forever – KRS We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part Amazingly smart Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God [Verse 4: Fat Joe] Make way for scrill', I don't play, I spray for real Blow your top with the Glock—that's my favorite kill Blaze your crib with like thirty shots I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops I play the streets with toast, 'cause the thieves is close Want to keep your post? Then don't beef with Joe Still niggas think I won't bring the heat out That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute Truth first, Terror Squad: shoot first War with me and you guaranteed to leave the Earth I'm dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips The street's a trip: either you deep or you sleep with the fish I keep a fifth for them niggas that's seekin' to flip19

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Erase Me

Kid Cudi

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi] She said I don't spend time like I really should She said she don't know me anymore I think she hates me deep down, I know she does She wants to erase me, hmm A couple days, no talking, I see my baby And this what she tells me [Chorus: Kid Cudi] She said I keep on running, keep on running And nothing works, I can't get away from you, no I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps I can't stop missing you (Yeah) [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] It's like I'm her new nightmare, she ain't escaping It makes me feel a bit complete (Yeah) Knowing someone you love don't feel the same way about ya Memories they soon delete (Hmm) A couple weeks, no talking, I see my baby I missed you so damn much Hey, I wish we could start over, I told my baby This what this bitch tells me [Chorus: Kid Cudi] She said I keep on running, keep on running, and nothing works I can't get away from you, no I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps I can't stop missing you See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Bridge: Kid Cudi & Kanye West, Both] Yeah, cause I'm in the magazines, on the TV No matter where you are, you might hear me (Uh) I'm in the magazines, on the TV No matter where you go, you might see me (Hello, haha) [Verse 3: Kanye West] Uh, I'm Yeezy, she say "Hi, I'm Aria" No, you a angel, you wave "Hi" to Aaliyah I got a show in Korea, they built a new arena Why don't you come and watch a nigga tear the whole scene up I know I seen you before, but don't know where I seen ya Oh I remember now, you something that I dreamed of Don C says she cool, but don't let her fuck your cream up Monica Lewinsky on the dress, she'll take you to the cleaners Sure enough, a week later, I'm in extra love And everybody know she's mine so she extra plugged Every bouncer, every club show her extra love We just praying the new fame don't get the best of us But all good things gotta come to a en-a She let it go to her head, "No, not my Aria" The height of her shopping was writer's blocking me I couldn't get my shit out anyway, I hope you die, Aria [Chorus: Kid Cudi] She said I keep on running, keep on running And nothing works, I can't get away from you, no I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps I can't stop missing you87

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Old Time’s Sake

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] Good evening This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of Four million and a half.. feet That's eight million miles in the sky Please... undo your seat belt for takeoff (Chkk) You are now free to smoke about the cabin (Chkka) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I'm Dre, from back in the day, from N.W.A, from black and the gray, from Choking a bitch, to smacking her face, from Stacking up bodies, to racking AKs up From racking up hits, to stacking them crates up I'm still hungry, and I'm back with a tapeworm And we're what's happenin' in rap entertainment Me and Shady, as far as competition, faggot, there ain't none [Verse 2: Eminem] Speak of the Devil, it's attack of the Rain Man Chainsaw in hand, bloodstain on my apron Soon as the blade spun, vrrunn, they run away from Who wanna play dungeon? No one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon, a great one Wait, it ain't funny, man, it's urgent, I need one Two boxes of detergent in a paint gun And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1 You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smoking with the best) I said, one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smoking with the best) [Verse 3: Eminem] Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon Wireless A nice environment, surprised entirely Hypnotized by the sound, I surround the hydrants Taking lives of firemen; say goodbye, here I am again Naked wives and Vicodin Before I begin to get so high, pussy boy, I could spin Vinn-vinn, fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again Baby, make us some french toast and show us some skin I'll show you every inch grows on my foreskin Show me nipple, I pinch both, and throw up a ten Now you know it's a sin to tease, blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse; if it's forced, it's him Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain [Chorus: Eminem] So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best) I said, one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best) [Verse 4: Dr. Dre] Now where there's smoke, there's fire, where there's fire, there's flames Where there's flames, there's chronic, either you high or you ain't I got no time for no games [Verse 5: Eminem] Nuh-uh, he ain't playin' He's gon' get the AK and aim it right at your brain I'm slightly insane, vodka and creatine Hpnotiq and Red Bull, it's an incredible energy drink And it's given me wings, I believe I can fly While I pee on a girl, you won't catch me CSI It's as easy as pie, and as simple as cake Dre, get on the mic and make 'em tremble and shake [Verse 6: Dr. Dre] Now put your smoke up in the air, raise your Henny and Coke And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know We can smoke 'til there's no more lighter fluid to do it Let's get into it, you're smokin' with the triedest and truest I got the Midas touch when it comes to rollin' shit up You motherfuckers ain't smokin', you just holdin' shit up Now here we go, let's get up, get down, hold up a blunt I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one 'Cause if at first you don't succeed, won't hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing as how I blew up off of puffing them trees [Verse 7: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Well smoke enough for me, fuck yeah, light it up, Cheech Come on, smoke me out cuz, give me contact buzz Get me on track, they love me when I'm on that stuff But this is Earth calling Shady, man, come on back—What? Man, we're losing him, he won't even respond back, fuck! Now look at all the pretty women in here (Damn, bitches!) Dre, it's hot, I think we better go check on their temperatures I'll get the thermometer, you get the bandages Now baby, just bend over, this won't hurt a damn bit, just— [Chorus: Eminem] Give me one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best) I said, one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best)42

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Super High (Sativa Remix)

Rick Ross

[Verse 1 - Currency] You think you got the bond cause I rolled you a joint? I smoke with all mine, baby girl, what's your point? Don't front, you in the back of a long line Trying to get in, cause only members inside Trees get twisted up like fingers in gang signs Purple Kushions broke my fall, I fell from a grapevine Super high, from the free throw line, I'm Drexler status, glide the espionage Many a jealous eyes scrutinze the wise But the Jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds It hurt to see me shine, that's why they frowning all the time In they internet videos, digital CB4s Angry orangutans, I'm arranging my sneakers I'm the action on the court, you the gum stuck to the bleachers I think I'm Paul Pierce, I think I'm Rondo High off that headband, you dying on that hydro [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] I thought of this fresh off a bong rip My bitch next to me, getting undressed for me Running bath water, playing her favorite songs While I get another one lit Don't usually smoke at all but say tonight she'll take a hit That's understood From the smell, and by what I paid You know it's good Them niggas with me? They from the hood Now we through parties in the sky I'm on the 42nd floor, now that's super high Champagne, more paper planes than you can fly Them young niggas fell soon as they tried When the paparazzi flash, I'll be counting all this cash Plotting a million about how I can build a mountain out of hash See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Hook - Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find me Cause we are super high [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] I'm getting money, no Illuminati My pain never went in vain, it's all over my body Get the spliff in my Mr. Bughatti Kick it with my lil' homies, a Mr. Miyagi I gotta buy my niggas each a pound Tweaking up our sneaker style, passing reefer 'round Spitting only lethal rounds, speakers beating down Not talking munchies when I say my niggas eating now Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now Pina colada, paper smoking, Garden of Eden now Taylor Gang is what we bleed about Jet setters in places you only read about [Bridge - Wiz Khalifa] And now, everywhere I go It's so strong, they ask me where I get my smoke Bitches don't have to guess, they know I keep one rolled up, we can do whatever you want Smoking pina colada papers, baby girl We don't fuck with them blunts Unless I'm with the Boss [Verse 4 - Rick Ross] If you looking 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 (Super duper, super duper high) You getting yours, I'm getting mine

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Mo Milly

Birdman

[Intro: Birdman] Make it so fresh: YM So fly, so priceless (CMB bitch) Just another day on the Top floor of the balcony bitch Live it how we live it Mula, Drizzy You what it is, young'un: appreciate that It's big money popping baby boy Ain't none of that lil biddy [Chorus: Birdman] More, m-more milly More, m-more milly [Verse 1: Birdman] Pearl-white candy paint job fly Big Tymer on the loose Got a bitch riding 5 And every time I pull up, you know I'm iced up When I step up in the club I light the bitch up Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck Candy paint, rally stripe, shining like us Pearly white Maybach hatchback Automatic straps, stash spots under the rack Bitch, ready to spray that Foreign grinds, hard times Getting mines, you know: Uptown Big time doing time You know, Harley Davis baby Cash money is who pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby Black gold, 100 mil' off the floor Never told now you know how it go bitch One hundred, one hundred You might also like[Chorus: Birdman] More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby Bust it- bust it to the ceiling, baby [Verse 2: Drake] You're now fucking with the most requested The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with And black-on-black 62 float majestic Me and Stunna in it, boy: I'm just so connected Caught up in a popularity contest I'm about to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched Thank Me Later: first week, I'm taking all bets Because a million copies isn't really far-fetched I keep credit cards in cash knots I keep my darkest shades on 'til the flash stops It's for my LA girls getting them implants And all my DC girls getting them ass shots Got 'em for a reason shorty, go ahead, bust it open I keep a secret, baby: nothing's heard when nothing's spoken Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion And I just lost a Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star Are all that fuels the conversations between y'all And dog that's funny, pay me what you owe me nigga All cash money [Chorus: Birdman] More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby Bust it- bust it to the ceiling, baby [Verse 3: Bun B] Well it's that big body nigga and his big body car Got a big body boppa with that million-dollar jaw She said: "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw!" I pulled out my strap condom, looked down there and said "naw" Cigar full of Kush you need prescriptions to access Laying on the mattress with your favorite actress My blunt was going out, I said, "Baby, pass the matches" And let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes Classic, but classless You gassed up, but gasless Unleaded, yeah, Bun said it, nigga get past it Taking what you got, you should've passed it You was moving slower than molasses This time you were nasty Give it up to him; it's a jack Don't move! This is murder music, nigga Don't disturb this room. 2 trill Ent Cash Money and October's Own We true playas down to the last chromosome2

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Live Fast, Die Young

Rick Ross

[Intro] And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight Oh he sounding good! [Hook: Kanye West & (Rick Ross)] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast, and die young [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Livin' fast, now it's all linen rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me) Young and radical, methods are mathematical Let my convertible marinate on the avenue Mami, that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida rapido Die young, but fuck it, we flew first class Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up like a fiend Stuntin' like we printin' money with machines What you see me wavin', Vacheron Constantine Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white Twenty-four karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice Ice insured, fuck life insurance I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that (Bawse) Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go Good party over here, everybody over here You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here All the bottles over here, even spread it over there All the models over here, but they swallow everywhere She came to party like it's 1999 If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Hook: Kanye West & (Rick Ross)] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast, and die young [Verse 2: Kanye West] For all my young ladies that drivin' Miss Daisy Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat, baby Hop up out the (ERR!) she eat up the pavement I don't give a (ERR!) baby, he crazy I'm back by unpopular demand 'Least he still poppin' in Japan, shoppin' in Milan Hoppin' out the van, screams from the fans "Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top again!" And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior And I'mma never let the dream turn to Kruegers My outfit so disrespectful You can go 'head and sneeze cause my presence blessed you I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish Niggas done mistook me for my stylist And I know it's superficial and you say it's just clothes But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed So go ahead and just pose When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze And I know they tryna get they cool back And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?" Uhh, so they could never say we never lived it And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute [Hook: Kanye West] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast And die young, live fast And die young, live fast, and die young [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Peter Piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitch poems My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm When that ass is enormous, abs abnormal And tans in the morning on sands in California Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things Look around, Maseratis for the whole team Look at Haiti, children dyin' round the clock, nigga I sent a hundred grand, but that's a decent watch, nigga I'm gettin' better, cause it woulda leased a drop, nigga I'mma get my money right, just watch, nigga She had a miscarriage, I couldn't cry, though Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe Uh, I got 'em catchin' amnesia Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer See the lynx and you just think, "Jesus!" I'm hot 'til the day a day freezes Young and radical, methods are mathematical I'm multiplyin' my money through different avenues Took many to war, shook never before For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur Ice insured, fuck life insurance Three bad bitches, don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today bury me in a dope-ass watch [Hook: Kanye West] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast, and die young Live fast, and die young, live fast, and die young14

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What Goes Around

Nas

[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Nas] Yeah [Chorus: Nas] Ayo, it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot, given poison [Verse 1: Nas] In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' "Rest In Peace" You know, the usual, death comes in threes "Life is short" is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black-killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, Cola, soda, Skull and Bone crosses You might also like[Chorus 2: Nas] It's all poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good, given choices [Verse 2: Nas] When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin', hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or bleachin' cream will make them better, when they gorgeous White girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips, that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial, hateful Toward themselves, denyin' even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods, but I Overstand the mental poison that's even worser than drugs [Chorus 3: Nas] Yo, it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV, poison White Jesus, poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint them, plaow [Interlude: Nas] Never to worry All the wrong-doers got it comin' back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has its day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin' back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sows, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse But we'll get through it, y'all, be strong [Verse 3: Nas] The China-man built the railroad The Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return, the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "Hell-day" 'Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggas share gifts e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad [Chorus 4: Nas] It's all poison All of my words to enemies, it is poison Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead with the poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint them, plaow [Bridge: Keon Bryce & Nas] What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga (Uh) Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga [Verse 4: Nas] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C This is the problem, 'cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93 Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties All the concerts, backstage where the stars be Rockin' they shirts in bitches' faces like clockwork "What's your name? Where you from?" Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb Takin' pride in ruinin' their lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head? He got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin' in karma Those on top could just break and won't be eatin' tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin' on niggas' dreams They leave, when that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' they seeds Instead of takin' care of 'em, they spendin' money on trees I pray for you deadbeat daddies 'cause when them kids get grown It's too late for you, now you old and you gettin' shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know, the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush-killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings, be healthy, remember [Bridge: Keon Bryce] What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga18

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Black President

Nas

[Intro: Barack Obama] They said this day would never come They said our sights were set too high This country is too divided, too disillusioned To ever come together around a common purpose. They said [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can change the world, the world, the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 1: Nas] They forgot us on the block, got us in the box Solitary confinement: how violent are these cops? They need a early retirement How many rallies will I watch? I ain't got it in me to march I got a Semi to spark, the game's in a drought Public housing, projects, cooking up in the Pyrex My set, my clique, either getting money Or running from homicide trial, that's if they ain't died yet Trying to be rich, still I'm pledging allegiance A predicate felon, a ghetto leader Lending my poetical genius, to whoever may need it I bleed this from Queensbridge, now living with my feet up Never defeated, so a president's needed You know these colored folks and Negros hate to see One of their own succeeding America: surprise us and let a black man guide us, uhh You might also like[Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 2: Nas] What's the black pres' thinking on election night? Is it: "How can I protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights?" Every other president was nothing less than white Except Thomas Jefferson had mixed Indian blood.. and Calvin Coolidge KKK is like: "What the fuck?!", loading their guns up Loading up mine too, ready to ride 'Cause I'm riding with my crew - he dies, we die too Yeah, but on the positive side I think Obama provides hope and challenges minds Of all races and colors to erase the hate And try to love one another, so many political snakes We in need of a break, I'm thinking I can trust this brother ...but will he keep it way real? Every innocent nigga in jail gets out on appeal When he wins, will he really care still? I feel [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 3: Nas] Say a prayer for "Do we have to?" You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor In love with a slave master Sincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper Ask around: Bentley coupe off the Richter Bitch called "Life": I pimped her, what Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter Deacon for defense, progress-producer Nothing on the stove, a survival-booster Gotta do what we gotta do We ain't got no governors coming through to help Anything we need done, gotta do for self New, improved JFK on the way It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again We ain't falling for the same traps Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at McCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that People need honesty [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Outro: Governor Bill Richardson] It is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce The next President of the United States - Barack Obama {*crowd cheers LOUDLY*}11

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Hola’ Hovito

JAY-Z

[Intro] J (Uh), A (Uh-uh), Y (Uh-uh-uh) This that hop I'm talkin' 'bout right here, Timbo I can't be stopped when it hop like this, family, uh (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro) [Verse 1] They say, "Hola, Hovito" That's what they sayin' when I roll up with my people My music bangin' like vatos locos, got rap in a chokehold And I won't surrender it with beats by Timbaland Cállate la boca, my baby All I want to do is stroke you all crazy My dick game is vicious, insane at bitches Mami keep comin' back 'cause mami came vicious Catch Hov in the drop, nasty thang, lane switchin' Once you turn your neck for a sec, your dame's missin' Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin' Got that rap patrol behind, yo, get to runnin' I'm unstoppable Hov, untoppable flows I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day Ol' Blue Eyes, my nigga, I did it my way Y'all not rollin' with Hov, then hit the highway [Chorus] Hola, Hovito (Yeah, yeah) Hola, Hovito Yeah that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people Hola, Hovito Hola, Hovito Yeah, yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people You might also like[Verse 2] Yeah, yeah Naw, I don't fuck around, stay on my J-O Hov been about that dough since I was a day old Oh, push perico if I need to for the root of evil Was born in the belly, that's the way the streets breed you One life to live, notice you get no sequel So I truly got to live this like my last movie Six, ooh-wee, jewels drippin', big tooly I ball for real, y'all niggas is Sam Bowie And with the third pick, I made the earth sick MJ, him Jay, fadeaway perfect I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic, because my mind's quicker I'm a '88er, nine-six a reasonable doubt Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out Yeah, you shinin', but the only thing you're leavin' out You're a candle in the sun, that shit don't even out [Chorus] Hola, Hovito (Yeah, yeah) Hola, Hovito (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people Hola, Hovito Hola, Hovito Yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people [Verse 3] Hold up, naw, motherfuckers Y'all motherfuckers better run to the post office and get a job, motherfuckers Or starve, motherfuckers 'Cause Jay's been the only one eatin' thus far, subpar motherfuckers Naw, even though y'all hate, I love y'all motherfuckers Friend or foe, y'all all my motherfuckers If you haven't heard, I'm Michael, Magic, and Bird All rolled in one 'Cause none got more flows than Young Plus got more flows to come And if I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest one So move over, hoes, choose Hova My food for thought so hot, it give you dudes ulcers Rovers, roasters, hoes is Gettin' it in with me, livin' like they supposed to Watches, chain, front row at the game Sold-out arena, all screamin' my name, c'mon [Chorus] Hola, Hovito (Yeah, yeah) Hola, Hovito Yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people Hola, Hovito Hola, Hovito Yeah, yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people19

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Past My Shades

B.o.B

[Intro: B.o.B] If you asked me what's on my mind, you probably won't believe it 'Cause if life was one big pool, I'd be in the deep end So I play my role and never ever speak it, like a secret And all the while you just try to figure me out (What?) [Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades [Verse 1: B.o.B] Well, ask me a question, I tell you no lies 'Cause there's nothing to hide, my soul's in my eyes And I'm ahead of my time but I cannot rewind The only thing I fear is the mirror in my bathroom People look and try to see a disguise But there is nothing that nobody can't see in light If it's a song with a rhyme or a verse with a line Then you understand my mind You might also like[Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Who else but Lu else? You know I got two belts, the black and the white one I begin and I master I see in my eye glasses But they saying what I'm seeing through is false like Ross I can hear him through the wall like "Walk This Way", trying to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobeyed my boss It's all in disarray this parade I walk They get amazed when they catch a chain I toss Amidst this array of different ways I talk And it hangs from your brain if my chain you caught Like I cough without covering my mouth I tip the scales like the king of the south Forgot that I was fat, I lost my way But now I'm back looking for the shade I sought And not wonders, I'm Scott Summers So don't make me take off my stunners Bobby Ray, you know you got my numbers And them deer can't see us like hunters [Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades4

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Rewind

Nas

[Verse] Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son Dog, whatever they call you, God, just listen I'll spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin' The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet holes close in this chest of a nigga, now he back to square one Screamin', "shoot don't please", I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewindin' a hit He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van, they closin' shut Goin' reverse, slowly prepared My nigga Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "Go he there" Sittin' back in his chair, we hittin' the roach The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar The blunt turns back into a cigar We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans Spinnin' records backwards of AC/DC I give my niggas dap, jump out the van, back first Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we" So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you 'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemy's the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I'm laid in the bed, thinkin' about this pretty young thing Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug She fell to my bed and gave me a hug I told her, "No hell," she talkin' 'bout, "Me kiss" Bobbed her head then spit a nut back in my dick Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lot of spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag and left a nigga behind Walkin' through the door, she rang the bell twice I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice The clock went back from three to two to one And that's about the time the story begun That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell It said, "Son, we found that nigga we gotta kill" You might also like[Outro] Ayo, son, ayo, son, you hear me? You hear me? Listen, man This dude right on the block right now, man I found him, right now, I see him right now Let's kill him Yo, this Nas, leave it, peace30

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Mind Playing Tricks on Me

Geto Boys

[Intro: Scarface] I sit alone in my four-cornered room Starin' at candles Oh, that shit is on? Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth [Verse 1: Scarface] At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein' burned Four walls just starin' at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right But I ain't goin' out without a fight See, every time my eyes close I start sweatin' and blood starts comin' out my nose Is somebody watchin' the Ak'? But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin' my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say, "Take a chill, B." But fuck that shit! There's a nigga tryin' to kill me I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows Every 20 seconds got me peepin' out my window Investigatin' the joint for traps Checkin' my telephone for taps I'm starin' at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind's playin' tricks on ya You might also like[Verse 2: Willie D] I make big money, I drive big cars Everybody know me; it's like I'm a movie star But late at night, somethin' ain't right I feel I'm bein' tailed by the same sucker's headlights Is it that fool that I ran off the block? Or is it that nigga last week that I shot? Or is it the one I beat for 5,000 dollars? Thought he had 'caine, but it was Gold Medal flour Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to me lyin', I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick If it's goin' down, let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin' trigger What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin' Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere I go because I'm paranoid I keep lookin' over my shoulder and peepin' around corners My mind is playin' tricks on me [Verse 3: Scarface] Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope Can't keep a steady hand, because I'm nervous Every Sunday morning I'm in service Prayin' for forgiveness And tryin' to find an exit out the business I know the Lord is lookin' at me But yet and still, it's hard for me to feel happy I often drift when I drive Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide Bang and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I die, then my child'll be a bastard I had a woman down with me But to me it seemed like she was down to get me She helped me out in this shit But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother Now I'm realizing that I love her Now I'm feelin' lonely My mind is playin' tricks on me [Verse 4: Bushwick Bill] This year, Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin' Robbin' little kids for bags 'Til a lawman got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back and he was right before our face He'd be in for a squabble, no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was goin' down, we figured But this wasn't no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now that's the nigga I be seein' in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Droppin' them motherfuckin' B's on him The more I swung, the more blood flew Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too Then I felt just like a fiend It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete Goddamn, homie! My mind is playin' tricks on me96

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P.I.M.P.

50 Cent

[Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, shawty) [Verse 1] Now, shawty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her An hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, tryna get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga tryna holler 'cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryna holler 'cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me (Woo) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Bridge] I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holler at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P [Verse 2] Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, shawty) [Verse 3] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holler at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me? I got on gator shoes I'm shoppin' for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her when I'm done, I ain't gon' keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know This ain't no secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch 'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit (Trick) [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me (Yeah) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Woo) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (Uh-huh) That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me (Uh-huh) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Yeah) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Outro] Yeah In Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show business" In the hood they say, "There's no business like ho business," you know? They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a lil' faster, I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch Ha-ha-ha Yeah87

Hip-HopRap

The Food

Common

[Intro: Common] Yeah! It's been a long time comin' You know what they say Kanye Slow motion better than no motion [Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!) [Verse 1: Common] You love to hear the story, again and again About these young brothers, from the City of Wind Like juice and gin, in the city we blend Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em Felt the Southside venom in raw hides and denim Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin' On the block white is selling like Eminem On the block it jump off like Kim and 'em On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then Shorties get the game but no instructions to assemblin' Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dim in 'em Call my man Cuzo, like I'm kin to him He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!) [Verse 2: Common] It's all good in the hood, like rats in gyms Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims Whether on ball courts or tires of all sorts We never fall short, with us it's all Force like Air 1's Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for Cats is colder than four below, with self I go toe to toe Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go Though I know the dough I got to bring back to the ghetto Arrows on tarot cards pointin' to the grind Po' livin' in more prisons, pointin' to my mind, shine the light up Clench my fists tight, holdin' the right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations, and jaws get tighter My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon! [Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!) [Bridge: Kanye West] I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me [Verse 3: Common] Yeah, I break bread with thieves and pastors, OGs and masters Emcees and actors that seize and capture Moments like the camcorder You ain't killin' it, yo that's manslaughter Though paper can't change a man's aura It can feed a man's daughter I stand for the blue collar, on the side makin' a few dollars Like Sam Jack they maneuver through drama like [Bridge: Kanye West] I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me15

Hip-HopRap

Ready To Die

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, you ready, motherfucker? We gonna kill your ass, kill your ass I'm ready [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off, release Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage, doin' your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material for the imperial Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q-45 Glocks and TEC's are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it! I got techniques drippin' out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl I'm ready to die! [Chorus] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook Doin' whatever it took, from snatchin' chains to pocketbooks A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sold I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus Gettin' paid is all I expected My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?! Now I've got a Glock makin' motherfuckers duck Shit is real and hungry's how I feel I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal Kickin' niggas down the steps just for rep Any repercussion lead to niggas gettin' wet The infrared's at your head real steady You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready to die Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Nah, we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fuckin' neck Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some wreck Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin' You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin' When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin' I'm rippin' MC's from Tallahassee to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your shit splatter Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit Down your backbone to where your motherfuckin' shit drip The shit I kick rippin' through the vest, Biggie Smalls passin' any test I'm ready to die! [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Time to go, we gon' put you out your misery, motherfucker Niggas definitely know what time it is (Yes, I'm ready) The Notorious one in full effect for '93 (Yes, I'm ready) Uhh, uhh Yes, I'm ready Suicidal, I'm ready! So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die Yes, I'm ready So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die [Outro: Puff Daddy] Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah) Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take 'Cause I'm ready to die (I'm ready, I'm ready) All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to (I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) Biggie Smalls the biggest man (I'm Ready) Rockin' on and on in '93, Easy Mo Bee Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam I don't wanna see no cryin' at my funeral53

Hip-Hop

More Reasons

Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron & Girl] Oh this is my *beep* The reason that we here, shut the *beep* up man The reason that we here, *beep* you can't sing You shut the *beep* up, what can you do? We been ridin' in this car for 5 hours What you gonna do? I ain't doing *beep*, I'm gon' ride this car But I'ma tell you a story though, let me you somethin'... [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance y'all, or electric boogie I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave Cookie nuggies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, these KangaROOS are Velcro (Know I kept a little two dollars in the zipper part, right there) Timberland moccasins, dimes in them penny loafers A-train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golf but like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid on an earth this big? You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live Back then I played for Gauchos, went over the Riverside Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside Blood played for Stone Gym That's when I told him and Jim We ain't balling for real, where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain Change the game, and not naming names But 'caine fame's like Dana Dane's (cocaine) Rolex for lifers, the TEC kept us righteous 'Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle merger Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple Carters And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, 'cross the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker You might also like[Chorus: Jaheim] Get the whips, the kicks, and clothes (All of the reasons) So we can get with the models (all of the reasons) And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know, all of the reasons why we chase the dough (All of the reasons) Get the whips, the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models (all of the reasons) And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know, all of the reasons why we chase the dough [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa! Uhh I'm that nigga man, let me break it down real simple for y'all Uhh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious (very) You have various leases All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches Chics, Cherry and Peaches They had cherry deheaters Info on the toast, hustled up various reefer Ithaca, Indica, hydro, Y-O Haze on delivery, live hoes, five fo' But kept the fo'-five, for wise guys with eyes low Pick me up from fo'-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo My crews' the triad, Zeek, Santana, Capo! But they some slimmies who Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe Next day velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you You drinkin' Henny too Coupe color is Winnie Pooh And they skinny who, they had my favorite rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump Shout Che Che La Funk, he keep the K in pump He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump The way they running I GUESS they could relate to Gump Forrest, that is [Chorus: Jaheim] (All of the reasons) Get the whips, the kicks, and clothes (all of the reasons) So we can get with the models (all of the reasons) And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow (All of the reasons) Now you know, all of the reasons why we chase the dough

Comics and Games

Still Ballin’ [Nitty Remix]

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Straight motherfuckin' ballin' Part 2, Still Ballin' Westside! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now, ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin' Ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than a drug dealer Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead; nigga, still ballin' [Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)] Still ballin' until I die (Until I die) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggas wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' You might also like[Verse 2: Trick Daddy] Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand When these guns involved, I become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin' (I'm sayin') But when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playin' With clientele, any rhyme sells Question is: will you fuck-niggas ride for real, huh? Bitch nigga, this is G-rated Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi I'm elevated to the top of this shit Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was the reason for this And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit; still ballin' [Chorus: 2Pac] 'Til the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin', niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' [Verse 3: 2Pac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page Shot to death, bullets to the head Niggas holla out my name and it's similar to rain Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to their graves Watch! Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound ‘Cause Trick don't give a fuck Where you coward niggas now? Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin' Busters thought we was frontin' So reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin' [Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)] (I'm still ballin') 'til the day I die ('til I die) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggas wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' 'til the day I die (Still ballin') You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin', niggas wonder why (Tell 'em!) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin', until the day I die (Thug life), still ballin' Motherfucker, still ballin' Straight motherfuckin' ballin'4

Gangsta Rap

Hip Hop Quotables

Ludacris

[Verse: Ludacris] Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy And I'm close to the edge, so your parents can come push me I curse so much just to get on they nerves I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the 'burbs My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin' But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig Latin I go fishin' on my lake, with yo bitch as the bait Plus I eat many MCs, but I don't gain no weight The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more shook than maracas But my trix ain't for kids, if you dig'um you'll get smacked I'll clock ya I'll spring forward, you fall back Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Crank Yankers Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas I own so many jerseys, I'm a throwback mess I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full-court press (Ow) So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash 'Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass The competition never just wanna admit that they lost And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit'chu One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin' I'm in the strip club smokin' with President Clinton So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee They made the mold of the penis enlarger off me (Me) I'll be in another room when I hit from the back Not to mention my refrigerator's taller than Shaq (Yeah) So yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo (Yo) If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro ('Dro) I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons (Woo) So wash all your sins away and stop playin' (Yeah) If God's line is busy you might have to two-way him (Mhm) Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet And when I'm drunk, tell them kids, "Drugs are bad, mmm'kay?"? Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot And people think I'm bad, they say "Ooh, he's so evil!" 'Cause I go on blind dates with actual blind people (Ow) But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself 'Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them 'Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb I put my foot so deep in your ass that you can smell it And your breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant I'm the man, I got money far as the eyes can see And I'm in a group, I split dough with me, me, and me So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry So I'ma trade my earrings in and get a Ferrari (Woo) I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump Y'all meet with Honda, no payments for twelve months (Uh-huh) Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag (Fool)See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like6

Hip-HopRap

Thug Luv

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

[Intro: 2Pac + Bizzy Bone] Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga Whatever you niggas want, we bring it! Thug Luv, (biatch!) nigga what time is it? Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga It's time to slay these bitch-made niggas! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is Where my thugs at? Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a long time Well, here it is, nigga, here it is! What you gonna do with it? [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord You know, that I won't fly by that lesson You taught me, to pull out my Wesson you brought me And I'm not stressin' it softly Get 'em up off me, 'cause all we Wanted was harmony, been bombing 'em Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level They can't, stop me and pop me Nigga, they got me? Fuck no Little Pac gets schizophrenic, let's manage, to damage, all y'all I'll, talk about 'em, and you don't really want it 'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em, to not jump I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murder Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the cause And I, finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine Fuck them niggas, it's on All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me Lord, looking at death with the last of my breath Follow, follow, my kids! But don't sin, in my steps! Yet the weapon is kept, with the best of my secrets Heaving the leaves in my lungs, nigga, believe That I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland See Bone Thugs-N-Harmony LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also like[Interlude: 2Pac] Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? (yeah!) Put your muthafuckin' hands on your strap, nigga Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out (Thug luv) Or do this like punks, and punk it out Pull your strap on me (Thug luv), nigga, you better kill me! Thug Life, baby. Thug Luv [Verse 2: 2Pac] I'll probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts: Thugs is convicts, in God's prison, hands on the strap Prayin' so Father please forgive me! Police be rushin' when they see me I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on TV Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name! We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins Please explain to me, now. Don't panic, when my guns burst Heard the last jam, nigga? This one's worse! My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came home Thug Luv players tell these, bitch niggas "Bring it on" I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin' Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe It's a, cold-ass world; niggas, kill you in your sleep Watch me, until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me I got, Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me! [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] Little thug from the Land, nigga, never ran Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't understand It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas Down to put in some work and do some dirt Fuckin' around with the band Bone, Thugs-N-Harmony Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma Everything I do, it seem to cause drama Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya! So quick to test us, nigga wanna press me, eat dust For the love of the lust, niggas bustin' on us Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge erupt! It's my Art of War, puttin' niggas on the floor When I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nuthin' but terror Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era Paired up, with a nigga like Pac And a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry So I beg, the Lord to save us all: escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah [Verse 4: Krayzie Bone] Here to get it, told my niggas they need get, Down With the dirt, and we don't fuck around Buck a couple of rounds, and if you're passin' through Then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this I'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend I reload, and buck a little mo' Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know "So, who ya looking for?" They don't know! A mothafucka with a leatherface Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way Ya hoes'll never know because I got away (yeah) A criminal mind, to keep a nigga on the level Sometimes, so get high, and analyze your crime Correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised [Verse 5: Wish Bone] Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride Playa hating niggas, you gots to die, it's only right Fucking with Bone, better leave it alone Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin' domes Still in the hood, where the thugs play Fuckin' with nuthin' but thugs, mane Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses We crackin' them domes around my way Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel You can dig a hole; bitches is dead! Infrared, to your head. You can beg, you can fled But still gonna bleed bloody red Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight 'Cause we out ridin', lookin' for you (for you) Better run for cover, nigga, duck! We about to bust, Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead Make some moves, send flowers straight to his home Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong Now he long gone, long gone [Outro: Bizzy Bone] 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love39

Hip-HopRap

Like a Pimp

David Banner

[Chorus: Pimp C & Lil Flip] Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor (Like a pimp!) Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor (Like a pimp!) Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor [Verse 1: Lil Flip] By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor Niggas dressed in suits trickin' all they dough Me? I'm a pimp, I ain't paying for no sex Man I'd rather buy a car or a new Rolex 'Cause I got street fame so hoes flock like birds I got one holdin' the weed, I got one holdin' the syrup When I hit the club, I'ma be with David Banner A thug ass nigga with bad table manners We act bad, my nigga what is y'all saying? Like when we walk inside clubs niggas hold they gal hand Cause they know we run trains (choo! choo!) all night How could your gal leave me and be with you all night? But it's all right, cause you know we don't kiss Like Too Short said, "Bitches ain't shit" I tried to told ya that most girls really freaks And this is how they got to make they money every week You might also like[Chorus: Pimp C & Lil Flip] Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor (Like a pimp!) Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor (Like a pimp!) Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor [Verse 2: David Banner] Step into club lookin' just like a pimp We got cash, so we screaming out "shake some' bitch!" This is your song, tell the DJ put it on Michael Tyler made you shake and Sisqo made you show your thong Bitch I'm dead wrong, been playa from the crib So get out on the floor girl and get it how you live And since you so hot, fuck it, show your pussy lips You go to Tougaloo, but I know you still flip Bitch, don't trip! Ain't a damn thing changed I still love my queen but bitches hip me to the game So if you gotta ho, shake 'em up and let it go, yeah And let them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Like a pimp, yeah [Chorus: Pimp C & Lil Flip] Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor (Like a pimp!) Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor (Like a pimp!) Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor [Verse 3: Lil Flip] Now don't you hate them old Lying ass hoes? Smiling in your face Wearing her best friend's clothes I suppose they like the way me and Banner pimp You can catch us at Pappadeaux eating steak and shrimp [Verse 4: David Banner] Or you can catch us at E&J's pouring it up Flip whipping Caddy trucks Girls licking my nuts We some Southside pimps And we ain't giving a fuck Poke your girl up in the throat And make her swallow the nut [Verse 5: Lil Flip] We make em swallow the nut, so Follow the truck: Lil Flip and David Banner We got all of the bucks, and All of they sluts and all of the hoes So drop it like it's hot, girl Touch your fucking toes [Verse 6: David Banner & Lil Flip] Go on, touch your toes, and Make me a roll and go on - hit the mall And buy me some clothes, mane And if your boy trip, I'mma bust a clip Y'all bitches can't fuck with me and Lil Flip, nigga [Outro: Lil Flip] Nigga. nigga Yeah, nigga This for the real money makers out there, you know? Get yo mother fucking money Don't worry bout the next nigga Get yo mother fucking money Get yo mother fucking money nigga Uh get your money3

Hip-HopRap

Trying to Find a Balance

Atmosphere

[Intro] They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic Atmosphere finally made a good record Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cincy "Get real", they tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets They would stop acting like a silly bitch They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it [Verse 1] Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some sexual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be asking, "Yo where did all the passion go?" East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give me a big yes God bless America, but she stole the B from Bless (and kept it) Now I'm too fucked up to dance So I'mma sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like[Chorus] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance [Verse 2] So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and scents It's eat, sleep, fuck, and self-defense So straight you can set your clocks and place bets Wait, let's prey on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hand Yeah, I got some last words, fuck all of ya'll Stop writing raps and go play volleyball Gotta journey the world in a hurry Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of dropping these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive, that's why I'm killing 'em Guilty of setting my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium [Chorus] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance [Outro] Now all my friends are famous It's either one thing or another They all don't know what my name is Probably know both of my brothers The one is a hard workin' savior The other's a hard workin' soldier I'm just your next-door neighbor Working hard at tryin' to stay sober You wait for the car at the corner Pretend like you know what the plot is Won't quit till I hit California And make you my Golden State goddess11

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Got Ur Self a Gun

Nas

[Produced by Megahertz] [Intro: Alabama 3 & Nas] Woke up this mornin' (Yeah) You got yourself a gun (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yourself a gun [Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines, so I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun [Verse 1: Nas] My first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome, I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine Tattoo's real, with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames could huddle, your team's shook Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the QB don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in It's for the hood by the corner store Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody You might also like[Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun, yo [Verse 2: Nas] I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed, hair parted with a Barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life, it's Return of the golden child, son of a blues player So who are you, player? Y'all awaited the true savior Puffin' that tropical, cups of that vodka, too Papi chu's, tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps You Judas thought I was gone, so in light of my death Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos Call me God's Son with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is NASDAQ though, in my Nascar, with this Nas flow What could beat that? Not a soul reppin' Hit the record store, never let me go, get my whole collection, yo [Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun [Verse 3: Nas] It's the return of the prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist glist', I floss Stick shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at, where he shop at and dress at Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is? Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter Keepin' it gangsta with ya (Uh) [Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun [Outro: Nas & Alabama 3] Got yourself a gun (Uh) I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun27

Hip-Hop

A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)

OutKast

[Verse] I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga, right" But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum Powder—how's about them oranges? Moved away from home to school with big plans By day, studied the history of music By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance To get your pants was a Mission Impo–ssible We were both the same age, but I Suppose, wasn't on the same page, but in The same book of life, so I'd page you when I felt you that were getting off of work Or either when you're on your way to school We started hanging like Ernie and Bert And in my idle head, I'm thinking, "Cool" Just when I think I'm going down your shirt You're hiking up your skirt now The events that followed had me volley If your hometown would be Heaven or Hell The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best Therefore, hard to tell You'd drop me off by the Dungeon Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering "Now, are these niggas in this house up to something? Selling crack, sack by sack, so they could function?" W-W-Well, yes and no Yes, we were selling it, but no, it wasn't blow Cook it in the basement, then move it at a show Then grab the microphone, and everybody yelled, "Ho!" Meanwhile, the video starts playing BET, college radio, and a van Packed full of niggas with a blunt in their hand And one in they ear—you know what I'm saying, but I kept your number in my old phone Got a new chip-flip with the roam-roam So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits But I promised I would call you when I got home, but When I got home, I never did By the time I did, heard that you'd had a kid By some nigga in Decatur who replied, "See you later" When he got the good news—that's life, shit Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque, but I'm living with my Pop-Pop So I got a Glock and a LoJack Yeah, kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw And never said much, 'cause half of what he saw Was so far from that place you wanna be That words only fucked it up more; follow me Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at? Now if I'm losing you, tell me, then I'll double back But keep in mind: At the time, "Keep it real" was the phrase Silly when said now, but those were the days When Spring Break and Daytona And Freakniks made you wanna Drop out of college and never go back Move to the South, but that ain't a Kodak Moment; on went myself and Big Bo— Well, you knew hm as "'Twan" That's right—you were around before this shit begun Well 'Twan had a daughter and Sorta was made to mature before the first tour We hit the road like Jack Laughed and cried and drive it back with some 'gnac Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny. Y'all from the islands?" And I'd laugh, and they'd just keep smiling "No, I'm from Atlanta, baby; he from Savannah—maybe We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down; hey, we Gotta go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes" She's playing tennis, disturbing the tenants Fifteen-love, fit like glove Description is like fifteen doves In a jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost Making one woozy in the head and comatose—agree? Enough about me—how's about you? How's the lil' kid? She was about two the last time we spoke I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink 'Cause I'd start the second album off on another note; now— That note threw some niggas in the hood off But see, I'd balled out, and 'fore I'd fall out I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed The brain was that fried egg, I might need New direction was apparent I was a child looking at the floor, staring So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street To make bread, never primary concern Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn I'd meet Muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas And macaroni niggas: "impastas" So, on a trip to New York on some beeswax I get invited to a club where emcees at And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with Which I was rocking at the time When I was going through them phases trying to find Anything that seemed real in the world Still searching, but I started liking this girl Now, you know her as Erykah "On & On" Badu Call Tyrone on the phone, "Why you— Do that girl like that, boy? You ought to be ashamed" The song wasn't about me, and that ain't my name Were young, in love; in short, we had fun No regrets, no abortion, had a son By the name of "Seven" And he's five; by the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six You do the 'rithmetic, me do the language arts Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded; we throw the darts To poke you in the heart and take you from the start To when "luxury transportation" meant a MARTA card Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays' mama Or her daddy let her borrow the Benz, because she smart Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor And he sells you that Rabbit that's been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out You give it rims, you give it bump You give it all your time because that's all you can think about And that's as far as I got (*music fades*) You might also like[Radio Interview] "And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer, that's all you could think about. Even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up, you need a jump, like you need and you want to grow, and you change all the time. So that Rabbit that you thought about that whole summer—the next summer, you didn't want that Rabbit no more. You wanted something bigger and better." "So the summer passed and now the Rabbit's old?" "Right... right, so now you want a Cadillac..."35

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Purple

Nas

[Intro] Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Verse 1] The whole city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it It's just an intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it or dump it Write it, across the stomach spell "God's Son" Life is like a jungle, black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible? A thug dies, another step inside his shoes And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple [Break] Light it, light it, uhh Yeah... light it up Light it up, uhh You might also like[Verse 2] Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama Everything you into is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryna be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground, but you Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you, but behind your back, they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes Whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars holdin' a mirror Lookin' down a tier in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya Weed smoke, three tokes, nigga, pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple [Break] Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh Light it up... light it up, light it up, uhh Uhh... uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh [Verse 3] These hot-headed youngsters always get into trouble Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin' When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin' Instead of movin' forward to blow up, so what's the science? People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd And on the ground's a young soldier with meat hangin' out him Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'? Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in? It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots Photograph pictures of suspect faces It's usually two or three niggas who innocent But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch A divide-and-fall strategy, they aren't fair I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness Too much of anything'll hurt you, so my state of mind's all purple28

Hip-Hop

The Coolest

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young History as The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Verse 1] I love the Lord But sometimes, it's like that I love me more I love the peace, and I love the war I love the seas, and I love the shore No love for no beach; baby, that's law But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil I trick, I fall, run up in raw I love her with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said that she would give me greatness, status Placement above the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene, an obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen, I could be her king, together She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure, ever again And if the rain stops, and everything's dry She would cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes She'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky But she will keep me high, and if I ever die She would commission monuments on her bosom to him Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be You might also like[Chorus] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young History as The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Verse 2] And so began our reign The Trinity: Her and I, Caine No weatherman could ever stand when her and I came Hella hard; umbrella, whatever, put plywood over Pella panes And pray to God that the flood subside 'Cause you gon' need a sub 'til he does reply And not one of Jared's, you think it's all arid And everyt'ing's irie, another supply That means another July inside my endless summer That was just the eye of the Unger—Felix 'Cause he is the cleanest amongst the Younger outstanding achieving up-and-comers The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were fighting in class, who might not pass Rap record-pressured to laugh at a life not fast "Can you feel it?" That's what I got asked "Do I love her?" Said, "I don't know" Streets got my heart, game got my soul One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul Quote to a crying, dishonored baby mama Who's the mama to a daughter that I had fathered from afar My new lady gave me a Mercedes And a necklace with a solid gold key like the starter of a car The opener of a door, or two pounds of raw You gave me a baby, but what about lately? Then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd, right up in her face, G There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young History as The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Verse 3] Come, these are the tales of The Cool Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school And seek unholy grails like a fool And hang with the players of the pool Fast-talking on the hustle No Heaven up above you, no Hell underneath ye And no one will receive thee So shed no tear when we're not here And keep your faith as we chase The Cool [Outro] (Cool!)34

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Murder Rap

Above the Law

[Intro: KMG] "Yo, Cold 187. They tryin' to give you a murder rap. And you ain't even like that. Yo, serve these niggas, 'cause they deserve to get dissed." (Yeah) (Check this out) [Verse 1: Cold 187um] When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold Make sure my beats are loud and bold and Cold 187, that is my name, makin' it simple and plain Here to rearrange and change The things that I couldn't do in the past Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass Perpetrators, that one was just for you I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue Glued to my style like a fiend on coke But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap Dope, is not the answer No, I'm not a Cancer No, I'm not a hero or zero But a Leo in stereo And this is not a demo K-Oss and Go Mack be cuttin' the flex tempo fast [Hook] Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well You might also like[KMG] Yo, fingerprints ain't nuthin' without the murder weapon Keep steppin' Homicide tried to sweat, but we let 'em have it You can see they fear through they teeth Treat 'em like Rolaids and give 'em some relief [Verse 2: Cold 187um] I feel action speaks louder than words and verbs And adjectives, I live the life, the given gift Not who's first, second or third Not he said or she said or what you heard, nerd 'Cause when you live like that, your life is mangled In other words your life is all tangled up I'm not a sucker, always go for mine Powerlord that's hard from the start, and he will always (climb) To the top as high as he can achieve Sometimes that's even higher than the others believe I'm not a doctor, not a poet, I don't have a degree Not arrogant, egotistical, I'm the epitome We take recon, these suckas are lying Transform into another world as I recite these rhymes 187, he's as hard as it comes And I don't have to brag About the size of my gun, son [Hook] Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well [KMG] and define themselves as notorious Brothers gotta learn Hip Hop anger rages inside themselves Your freedom will never resist to my contact K-Oss and the homie G [Verse 3: Cold 187um] 187 breakin' back, backbone of my group Fat kid in my posse and I'm gettin' loose 'Cause I'm takin' out posses, causin' bodily harm Makin' moves to improve as I begin to brainstorm I'm not inferior, not takin' no crap Last sucker tried to diss me, cold got his neck slapped 'Cause power's my name, sometimes I'm insane And if I get too mad, I have to rearrange Your position as a MC, that's the way it should be The way I get over, I use terminology That's comprehensive, redemptive That's evidently not related to the style that you hear everyday B-boy destroyin' a toy, employin' While the other suckers are depressed, I'm enjoyin' What I'm doin', and ruin anyone's hope for my position Tell em KMG, they on a mission [KMG] They on a mission They keep wishin you can't come off 187, you're a menace in your own mind So take heed and proceed with caution When he rhymes Now I got a murder rap Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin' Now I got a murder rap Cause a brother like me said well4

Hip-HopRap

Always Coming Back Home to You

Atmosphere

To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers To emo kids that got too many feelings He held the register open while he counted her change I was next in line which meant I was invisible From where I stood I could see that the till was full He didn't look the type to play superhero So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes Crept out the store's front door to chase a little breath Bangles in my head, shake the song off Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk A car pulled up, a fixed up Cutlass A woman and a child climbed out and left it running They went inside of the deli, placed an order With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughter's picky When they came out mommy gave me a glance That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walked So they got back in they Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off Thug love on the corner by the Walgreens Looking at me like I'm just another square Saltine As I get closer I notice they showing each other sketches Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also likeI walk past with a nod and a reminisce Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis Respect the life and the fashions of the children It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building All of a sudden I'm in front of some man No, he's a young'un, but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no, he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive 'til I heard him say "Do you want this? It's not mine, I promise I found it on my block in between a couple garages Didn't want to leave it for a child to stumble over I don't even know how to hold it" It was a thirty eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier than expected Wedged it behind my belt buckle Knowing that it's evil, even thought that I could smell trouble The extra strength felt weak But over there on the corner saw what I needed And proceeded to cross the street Put the heat in the mail box to lose it Figured that the post office knows what's best to do with it Mosey down the road, thinking about the old I used to roam this zone through two feet of snow Right here, this used to be a record shop I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot I've had my Lake Street pride for 3 decades These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near But then the road became empty and the people disappeared The clouds ran away, opened up the sky And one by one I watched every constellation die And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star I should've known, walked all the way home To find that she wasn't here, I was still all alone No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you They can leave me for dead they can take away my true I'm always coming back home to you Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew I'm always coming back home to you As sure as the life in the garden that you grew I'm always coming back home to you No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you If only I had known what you already knew I'm always coming back home to you From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through I'm always coming back home to you I'm always coming back home to you16

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Ringtone

R. Kelly

[Intro] Polow Da Don It's Kells! Haters start your engines! [Verse 1] 4'5'', looking fly F-f-flossing in that white L.I Shawty checking for a player Like she wanna hop in with a player Girlfriend on some hatin' shit She like: "Shit, that's Kells, bitch!” And then I stop like red light Scooped em up like hitch-hike Then I let them come with me Step up in club with one on each sleeve Doug E. Fresh kid bout to spend that cheese And after that you know they gonna leave with me We out of here, get them to the crib Straight to the mansion, show em how I live And you can tell that the sex is major Cause only one day later [Hook] They got Kells on they ringtone I hear Kells on they ringtone They got Kells on they ringtone Hold up your phone if you got me on your ringtone! Hold up your phone if you got me on your ringtone! You might also like[Verse 2] Let me take you shopping, babe Meet me right by Macy's, babe Leave your purse, I'm crazy babe Walk in and go crazy, babe I'm telling you money ain't a thing to me Kells "spin" it on you like wheels on Jeeps Even after the mall to the Ritz we creep Sex: put it on you like shoes on feets Money stacked, club hoppin' Leaning back, b-b-beat droppin' All night, non-stoppin' Club closed we p-p-parking-lottin' Y'all going to the spot from here? (Yes sir!) Is there an after party after this? (Yes sir!) Are y'all taking them honies with? (Yes sir!) Are y'all on for some more freaky shit? (Yes sir!) [Hook] [Verse 3] You play me in your car and you play me in your home Now it's time to download Kells on your ringtone From ghetto girls, college girls, all the way to strippers To fine dro smokers and all the Henny sippers Big chip spenders, big money tippers At the bar taking shots with my niggas No fake niggas, no hating niggas But shots of Patron for all my real niggas G-g-girls in the hotel getting it on And they ain't leaving til six in the mornin' Even superstar chicks too drunk to drive home Wake up next day and, uh

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What’s Your Fantasy

Ludacris

[Intro: Ludacris & Shawnna] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, give it to me now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [Verse 1: Ludacris] I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-yard line While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club, we can do it In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock We go-bots and robots, so they got to wait til the show stop Or how about on the beach with black sand? Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man named Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom Or in back of the classroom How ever you want it, Lova Lova gonna tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I passed 'em Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and outlast 'em And if it ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And they tell me what they fantasy Like up on the roof, roof Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me! See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [Verse 2: Ludacris] I wanna get you in the bath tub With the candles lit; you give it up 'til they go out Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know it got sold out! A red carpet dick it just roll out Go ahead and scream, you can't hold out We can do it in the pouring rain Running the train, when it's hot or when it's cold out How about in the library on top of books? But you can't be too loud! You wanna make a brother beg for it Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud We can do it in the White House Try to make them turn the lights out Champagne with my campaign Let me do the damn thing What's my name, what's my name, what's my name? The sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movie You can scratch my back and rule me You can push me and just pull me On hay in middle of the barn Rose petals on the silk sheets Eating fresh fruit, sweep your woman right off her feet [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [Verse 3: Ludacris] I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up That's the way you like to fuck Clogged up, fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough sex: make it hurt In the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown: that's the way that I like ittwerked Legs jerk, overworked Underpaid, but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade On the top of my Escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team, off the ropes! On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or one hundred spokes! What about up in the candy store? That chocolate, chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs Smack a little booty up with my belt Scream "help!" Play my game! Dracula, man, I'll get my fangs Horseback and I'll get my reins School teacher, let me get my brains [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?24

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Soul Survivor

Jeezy

[Intro: Akon & Young Jeezy] Konvict, Konvict (Chea) Akon and Young Jeezy (Ay) Tryna take it easy (Ay, chea) Only way to go You already know what it is, you already know what it is, nigga And so (Ay, let's get it!) [Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] But if you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Tonight I can't sleep, we livin' in Hell (Chea) First they give us the work, then they throw us in jail (Ay) Road trip, yeah, I'm traffickin' the white Please Lord, don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about him in the street, the boy Jeez a rider (Jeez a rider) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah, life sucks (Haha) Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ay) See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] If you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Another day, another dollar (Dollar) same block, same nigga (Chea) Same part, same green, I guess we got the same dreams (Ay) Or is it the same nightmares? (Nightmares) We let the doves do it for us, we don't cry tears (That's right) Real niggas don't budge When Mel Man got his time, he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee-deep in the game So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the caine (Damn) Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you, mayne (Tellin' you, mayne) If you get jammed up, don't mention my name (Nah) Forgive me, Lord, I know I ain't livin' right Gotta feed the block, niggas starvin', they got appetites (Ay) And this is e'ryday, it never gets old Thought I was a juvenile, stuck to the G-code (Chea) This ain't a rap song, nigga, this is my life (This is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield, then I'd earn stripes (Yeah) [Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] If you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] Gotta watch ya every move 'cause them eyes be on you Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous Them alphabet boys got us under surveillance (Ay) Like animals, they lock us in cages The same nigga that's a star when you put him on stages I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself (Let's get it) No nuts, no glory (No glory) My biography, you damn right, the true story Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ay) [Bridge: Akon] Cause if you lookin' for me You can find me on the block disobeyin' the law A real G, thoroughbred from the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my drawers Just keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now, ay [Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] But if you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) If you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah)12

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Best I Ever Had

Drake

[Intro] You know, a lot of girls be Thinkin' my songs are about them This is not to get confused This one's for you [Chorus] Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' [Verse 1] Know you got a roommate, call me when there's no one there Put the key under the mat and you know I be over there (Yup) I be over there, shawty, I be over there I be hittin' all the spots that you ain't even know was there And you don't even have to ask twice You could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life Have a nigga thinkin' that he met you in a past life Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on That's when you're the prettiest I hope that you don't take it wrong You don't even trip when friends say "You ain't bringin' Drake along?" You know that I'm workin', I'll be there soon as I make it home And she a patient in my waiting room Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume And until them girls prove it I'm the one that never get confused with, 'cause See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' [Verse 2] Sex, Love, Pain, baby, I be on that Tank shit Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disc When my album drop, bitches'll buy it for the picture And niggas'll buy it too and claim they got it for they sister Magazine paper, girl, the money ain't the issue They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial She call me the referee 'cause I be so official My shirt ain't got no stripes, but I can make your pussy whistle Like the Andy Griffith theme song And who told you to put them jeans on? Double cup love, you the one I lean on Feelin' for a fix, then you should really get your fiend on Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot Every single show, she out there reppin' like a mascot Get it from the back and make your fuckin' bra strap pop All up in your slot 'til a nigga hit the jackpot, I'm saying [Chorus] Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had [Outro] Uhh, ah yeah See, this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody Just make sure they that special somebody Young Money, yeah, yeah You know who you are I got you140

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I Made It (Cash Money Heroes)

Kevin Rudolf

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah, Cash Money Heroes Private Jets Polished, Jay Sean, fly [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky And now the world is mine I've known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! Ooh, I made it I made it, yeah I made it, I-I-I made it! [Verse 1: Kevin Rudolf] Known from the city where no one believed in me But I never give up the fight, yeah But now on top I told you to let it rock (rock!) The moneys fallin from the sky-y-y-y-y I made it [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf, Jay Sean & Birdman] I look up to the sky And now the world is mine I've known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! Ooh, I made it I made it Yeah, YMCMB, baby I made it, I-I-I made it! Birdman, swagged out, 100 You might also like[Verse 2: Birdman] Rooftop, hella choppa burnin' smoke Louie bag stay strapped wit a priceless globe High life, flippin and get some more Paradise, the luxury marble floor When I hit, nigga, hit me full of that cash More money than I seen in a garbage can Stunna island, money and the power That's how we do it, make it rain, make it shower Top floor, big timer doing big things Over city views bought shawty new range Flip another 100, poppin' throwing hundreds In a new Bentley, uptown stunna [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky (To the sky!) And now the world is mine (The world is mine!) I've known it all my life (All my life!) I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! Ooh, I made it I made it (I made it!) I made it, I-I-I made it! Yo, ay ay ay, listen [Verse 3: Jay Sean] See I don't live for glamour And I don't care for fame I'm in this for the love of the game Funny how things can change They didn't believe in me then Now they callin' my name Now look who cashed in They didn't wanna know me back then But ever since I don gon platinum Everything turned around And now the sky is fallin' downnnnnn [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky (Damn, man) And now the world is mine (Mine!) I've known it all my life (Oh oh oh, whoa oh oh) I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt (Oh oh oh oh!) I made it, I made it! (I look up to the sky!) I made it I made it (Made) I made it, I-I-I made it! [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Came from the gutter, lookin' like my motha Made it to the goal line, straight out the huddle Cash money goldmine, Weezy stay loyal Boy, we gettin' money like we just found oil Uh, and that's word to my red flag I live first and leave the bullshit dead last I lay it down so hard I got a bedrash And I just tell 'em to loaf it when the bread pass Starin' at you from the top of the game man I might drop the World if I change hands Uh, it feel good to be here Weezy in the buildin' got this bitch rebuilt Young Money [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky (To the sky!) And now the world is mine (The world is mine!) I've known it all my life (All my life!) I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! (I look up to the sky!) I made it I made it (Made) I made it, I-I-I made it! [Outro: Jay Sean & Kevin Rudolf] I made it! Made it, I made it Yes I did, yes I did Yes I did, yes I did Yes I did I-I-I made it8

Pop

Off That

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z & Timbaland] Welcome To the future, uhh (Blueprint, 3, ay-ay, oh, hey-hey) Hey, count me in (Blue-print, 3, ay, hey, hey-hey) Find me a nice soft place to land (I got you Hov', ay ay-ay) I'm so high (Yeah, hey hey, hey, hey, c'mon) Find me a place to land (Fricky-fricky uhh, ahhhhh, c'mon now, c'mon now) Yeah, right there, yeah (Fricky-fricky Hov') [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I'm so tomorrow the Audemar says yesterday Which means you on time delay So even if I slow it dowwwwwn My sound is fast forward, hold up I'm just a runway show But I wear that so my plane, these my runway clothes Hehe, Cashmere sweats They come out next year but these my last year sweats And my ho's so sick Your new chick can't fuck with my old bitch And you know this shit I'm professional, they novices I just may let you borrow this This the Blueprint, nigga follow this This what what tomorrow is Welcome to tomorrow BIIIIIIIIIII You might also like[Chorus: Drake, Jay-Z, Timbaland] Whatever you about to discover we off that (Hey) You about to tell her you love her we off that (Hey, hey) Always wanna fight in the club and we off that (Hey, hey) But you can't bring the future back, back (Hey, hey) Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that (Hey, hey) Oversized clothes and chains we off that (Hey, hey) Niggas still making it rain and we off that (Hey, hey) 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back (Hey) Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that (Hey, hey) Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Hey, hey) Yeah we off that, is you still on that? (Hey, hey) And we still makin money 'cause we still on that (Hey, err) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] This ain't black vs. white, my nigga we off that Please tell Bill O'Reilly to fall back Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls It's 2010, not 1864 Uhh, yeah we come so far So I drive around town, hard top and it's off Uhh, in my TriBeCa loft With my high brow art, and my high yellow broad Uhh, and my dark-skinned sis And my best white mate, say what's up to Chris Uhh, how's that for a mix? Got a black president, got green presidents "Blueprint's" in my white iPod Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God Uhh, we ain't tripping off that This a Benetton ad, nigga been up off that, uhh [Chorus: Drake, Jay-Z, Timbaland] Whatever you about to discover we off that (Hey) You about to tell her you love her we off that (Hey, hey) Always wanna fight in the club and we off that (Hey, hey) But you can't bring the future back, back (Hey, hey) Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that (Hey, hey) Oversized clothes and chains we off that (Hey, hey) Niggas still making it rain and we off that (Hey, hey) 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back (Hey) Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that (Hey, hey) Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Hey, hey) Yeah we off that, is you still on that? (Hey, hey/Uhh, uhh) And we still makin money 'cause we still on that (Hey, err/Uhh) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I don't give a fidduck abiddout the widdate You used to move, what you used to do And I don't give a fidduck abiddout the bitches That you used to screw, what your future do And we don't really care what you used to say Unless that affects your future pay I'm on a practice field runnin' Two-A-Days So I don't drop the ball when it's threw my way So I don't give a fidduck abiddout the shit That you probably did, who you probably is The only time I deal in past tense 'Cause I'm past rims, and I'm past tints If you drivin' it, I drove it You got it, 'cause I sold it You copped it, I bought it back And we don't give a fidduck, nigga we off that [Chorus: Drake, Jay-Z, Timbaland] Whatever you about to discover we off that (Hey) You about to tell her you love her we off that (Hey, hey) Always wanna fight in the club and we off that (Hey, hey) But you can't bring the future back, back (Hey, hey) Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that (Hey, hey) Oversized clothes and chains we off that (Hey, hey) Niggas still making it rain and we off that (Hey, hey) 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back (Hey) Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that (Hey, hey) Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Hey, hey) Yeah we off that, is you still on that? (Hey, hey) And we still makin money 'cause we still on that (Hey, err) [Outro: Timbaland] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, err11

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Beautiful Bliss

Wale

[Chorus: Melonie Fiona & Wale] Babe, you know it gets no better than this It's like, sunshine on a rainy day It's like a high, could you take me away? Take me away, away It's a beautiful bliss, oh (When you feel like this) Beautiful bliss, oh (When you spill out hits) Beautiful bliss, oh, oh, oh (When you fly as a bitch) And you ride with this, and you ain't bothered a bit now, baby [Verse 1: Wale] Fresh out the airport, fresh out the chair with the clippers Like Shaun Living', thinking, hmm I'm tryna get it like Sean get it If Lord giveth, a mil' and a MILF light skinneded It's slight blemishes and life system But I'm giving it foundation when I write lyric That Anvil Neidhart minus bright knickers Maybe not quite the star but my heart's in it When Bret Hart meet Brett Farve A sharpshooter well exceeding any figure four You see my figure more or less six or more I invest in my larynx and lungs and this voice I project My project is like what pros inject And a nigga so fly I should be droved in jets It's ironic they call me a fresh breath No joke, you see them boys sign me to the scope, right? See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus: Melonie Fiona & Wale] Babe, you know it gets no better than this It's like, sunshine on a rainy day It's like a high, could you take me away? Take me away, away It's a beautiful bliss, oh (When you feel like this) Beautiful bliss, oh (When you spill out hits) Beautiful bliss, oh, oh, oh (When you fly as a bitch) And you ride with this, and you ain't bothered a bit now, baby [Verse 2: J. Cole] I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the Ville could get a deal? Ay, tell them niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real And yeah, we heard you got it locked but like them socks, we on your heels So you best be on your toes nigga, especially on your flows nigga Cause man they keep on checking for me, especially all your hoes nigga Catch me on your doorstep, you see me, let me in All I wanna do is eat, I'm like a freaky lesbian Now all I wanna do is ball on TV, need ESPN They heard I'm 'bout to blow so all my enemies say let's be friends And all these rappers know just where I'm 'bout to go so catch me then Where all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then I'm definitely in a class of my own, at dinner with Hov Hoping that he pass the baton, he just passed the Patron Ain't nothing given dawg, it's earned if you just living, dog, you learn I let you niggas see the light, I'm like the prison yard, I yearn For that living large, but mama I ain't done yet Sit back and watch your sunrise, kick back and know your son set Forever I ain't run yet, and I never will, Nas told me life's a bitch Pac said fuck the world and I ain't come yet, you up yet My punchlines like gut checks I'm raw-dog, I'm rough sex I'm on deck, I'm up next, I'm God blessed, I'm success So fuck stress, you can get the fuck from 'round me And if you listening, know you wondering where the fuck they found me I'm from the Ville, boy, ay Wale, good looking [Chorus: Melonie Fiona & Wale] Babe, you know it gets no better than this It's like, sunshine on a rainy day It's like a high, could you take me away? Take me away, away It's a beautiful bliss, oh (When you feel like this) Beautiful bliss, oh (When you spill out hits) Beautiful bliss, oh, oh, oh (When you fly as a bitch) And you ride with this, and you ain't bothered a bit now, baby [Verse 3: Wale] Another day up in my ES, wish it was an LS But elastic is my wallet, fuck it I don’t be stressed like relaxed, muscles Your feedback ain't plusing, and you can keep it running Ha, like a muffler, when we not in summer They like A-list actors, they not no stunners Too much practice now for me to malfunction So any beat that function, I breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female vagina punctu- Waiting, showing you her beauty if she's naked It's like the view of a painting or a lakehead This just how beautiful my day is Peep me how I'm raising up the capital from Nathan Capital I'm raising like I'm through punctuating Or shift keys or an I placement cause Shifted keys gets your capital raised up Motherfucker, hah! [Chorus: Melonie Fiona & Wale] Babe, you know it gets no better than this It's like, sunshine on a rainy day It's like a high, could you take me away? Take me away, away It's a beautiful bliss, oh (When you feel like this) Beautiful bliss, oh (When you spill out hits) Beautiful bliss, oh, oh, oh (When you fly as a bitch) And you ride with this, and you ain't bothered a bit now, baby29

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Simba

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah It's Fayettenam, nigga Yeah It's for the Ville, nigga, uh [Verse] Straight out the Ville and I made it, like a villain I'm hated I see 'em grillin', I ate it though, finna blow—inflatable That's undebatable, uh, I'm givin' niggas Food for thought, the flow is catered, yo, I'm never faded though Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the dough related, ho It's like my only son, where I go, he comes Niggas dumb to be braggin' 'bout that stupid shit Nah, I don't stunt on niggas, I show 'em how to do this shit, I'm somethin' like the Light-skin version of the very same baby That The Virgin Mary raised, that's word to e'rything Nigga, life a scary game but I'm playin', you sucker niggas Lie in e'rything that ya sayin', shame on y'all You tryna ball with the game on pause A nigga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draw Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog, I got protection Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all, I'm like the man on mars; I'm high as hell, watch me blow like I exhaled I excel in this rap shit 'cause y'all spittin' that wack shit Now every nigga suddenly be rappin' 'bout that trap shit So while you niggas copycat the cats that made classics I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats And the rhymes, I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes And I shine like a motherfuckin' diamond You shine like a motherfuckin' dime, that's word to my mom I don't mind if you niggas hate, just know you hatin' On that nigga, nigga get it straight, I'm spittin' hungry like Ain't shit up on my dinner plate, the kind of flow that Make a nigga hyperventilate, uh, see, let me demonstrate I grew up with nothin', it hurt me to see my mother poor The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huxtable And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzle for Look how the buzz'll grow, ballin' 'til the buzzer blow Man, I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nuttin' funny, fuck a joke I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets need a tummy tuck, I hope You niggas woke now, impermanently send you to hell You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease, word on the streets Is I'm the prince nigga, check the splendor, and I can't wait To be the King, nigga: young Simba, word on the streets Is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splendor, and I can't wait To be the king, nigga: young Simba, nigga, yeahYou might also like18

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A Star is Born (BET Performance)

J. Cole

[Verse 1: J. Cole] And could I be a star? Does fame in this game have to change who you are? Or could I be the same one who came from a far away life Just to make it in this broadway lights Now I'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure A slow transition from a lil' broke nigga from the 'Ville Got a deal, a real life saver Dreams of being behind the wheel like, Jada I chill now, cop a lil' ice later Cole, you got a glow like a lil' Lightsaber So, clap for him, then applaud Hov He gave 'em the platform Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes When a broke nigga 'proaches Told ya I'm focused man, I'll let you muh'fuckers soak it in Clap for him [Verse 2: J. Cole] Dear Lord, what am I here for? Is it the girls, or the money or is there more? I know the world ’bout to come to an endin’ So, before it does, let me finish all my sinnin’ I see the devil grinning, as if he winning This just the bottom of the 9th inning I’m coming back like light-skin and What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light Damn, man, I just threw ten in Look, 5 dollars won’t get you what it used to And, look, love don’t mean what it used to And everybody and they momma on YouTube Is it just me or is this unusual? Don’t wanna lose you, just wanna reach y’all So let me slow down to the beat y’all Put the remote down, move ya feet y’all One time for the boys holdin’ heat y’all Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt See me, I’d rather cut let ya body give birth Now, if you was the last man walking on Earth Turn this up, clap ya hands like this was church Hey...and clap for him...You might also like3

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I Can’t Feel My Face

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yeah Uh-huh The fuck was I thinking? Drought 3, bitch Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt What you know 'bout it? You dig? Weezy's the name, money's the game Already [Verse 1] Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion 'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position Shoot a nigga on his porch, and make him fall in his kitchen Copped a big-boy Porsche with all the specifics And I keep that torch, baby—call me "Olympics" Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys When the gun goes "Pow," I be at the finish With my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes Pull up on you in the coupe—how fat is your engine? Never talk to those that sat on the benches Boy, I was in the game on fourth-and-inches These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business See you fucking with the boy that tote toys before Christmas Got all these hoes tripping, got all these hoes stripping And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we tipping I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin' Make my friends buy they own—fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit me Bitches up in Heaven waiting that done died to be with me I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy? I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen Hairpin trigger—no, I won't shave it I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it The South is so dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin' Baby girl, your pussy lookin' so vacant And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia Bush," not Macon Fuck "waist-deep," I'm in over my head But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan Your girl wants me to come 'round her like Reagan Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in I don't fear nothing but God and weddings At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading My homie, Santana—yeah, that's my ace But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face" You might also like[Interlude] Yeah Weezy, bitch! Don't give a fuck about you at all! I'm paid Been that way for a long time Looks like I'ma die like that 'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die Haha [Verse 2] Yeah! See, they don't know where I came from But they know where I'm goin' And I'ma tell you just how the top feels when I'm on In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal: Ochocinco I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie In a pair of Gucci flops, feeling freer than Willie When them niggas left I, it got a little bit chilly But I just let it burn like the end of the Philly—Weezy!2

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Touch the Sky

Kanye West

[Chorus: Kanye West] I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky [Verse 1: Kanye West] Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc Before Cam got the shit to pop The doors was closed I felt like Bad Boy's street team: I couldn't work the locks Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van Any pessimists, I ain't talk to them Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment Let's take 'em back to the club Least about an hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine Jay favorite line: "Dawg, in due time!" Now he look at me, like, "Damn, dawg! You where I am!" A hip-hop legend I think I died in that accident, ‘cause this must be Heaven You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh (Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!) A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh (Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!) Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh (Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!) A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh (Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!) [Verse 2: Kanye West] Back when Gucci was the shit to rock Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop I'd do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket Before anybody wanted K. West beats Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns Like "Man, these niggas that much better than me?" Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane And I don't know if I'll be back again Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets But when she came to kick it, things became different Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long I'm tryin' to right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now [Chorus: Kanye West] I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third? Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth But, before you say another word I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street I'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat, en garde Or touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed But I still feel possessed as a gun charge Come as correct as a porn star In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car So, I represent the first Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like uh [Chorus: Kanye West] I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky [Outro: Kanye West] We back at home, baby! Sky high, I’m, I’m sky high! I’m, I’m sky high! I’m, I’m sky high! I’m, I’m sky high! I’m, I’m sky high! Sky, sky high! I’m, I’m sky high! Yeah, keep it rollin'! Yeah, uh, feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home! [Produced by Just Blaze]89

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Lights Please

J. Cole

[Verse 1] Yeah, I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens She gave a nigga mad brain, somethin' like The Wiz But, you see, the sad thing fuckin' with her is Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch So I tried to show her about the world And about just who we really are And where we've come and how we still have to go really far Like, "Baby, look at how we live broke on the boulevard" But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra Then all I really want is for her to go down low Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow And all that deep shit I was previously down fo' Replaced by freak shit I am currently down fo' You see I peeped it, pussy is power That proud feelin' we get knowin' that pussy is ours And how it feels to feel that feelin' You feelin' when you be drillin' that shit Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit And all the pain the world cause, she be healin' that shit And naw, that ain't your girl, dog But you be feelin' that chick And you just wanna tell her everything she might need But in the meantime it's lights, please [Chorus] Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright You might also like[Verse 2] So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceilin' She say she wanna blow L's, I hear her and I'm willin' But every time I smoke, well, a nigga mind gone So that every word I spoke, well, I'm tryna put her on But she couldn't hear me I told her all about how we been livin' a lie And that they love to see us all go to prison or die Like, "Baby, look at how they show us on the TV screen" But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans Then all I really want is for her to get on top Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop And all that next shit I was previously talkin' Is now that wet shit that I'm currently lost in And while that sweat drip, I am reminded All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin' I'm findin', the more I grow The more y'all seem to stay the same Don't even know the rules, but yet y'all tryna play the game And ain't it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth To a baby that took two to make? Coward nigga, you a fake How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back Then go start another family? Dawg, what type of shit is that? She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax Laid a nigga down proper, like she was recordin' tracks Said "I know you wanna change the world But for the night, please Just reach over and hit the lights please" [Chorus] Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now, everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, ah-ah-ah Lights please, ah-ah-ah Lights please, ah-ah-ah Lights please, turn off the lights Lights, please [Outro] Alright, if y'all niggas heard the first one, The Come Up and shit, then you would have heard part 1 of this joint right here. It's "Dead Presidents", you know classic nigga, that's classic Jay shit. So I did it, threw it on the first mixtape, this is about a year ago. We let niggas hear like you know the mixtape whatever, and there was always this one nigga that stuck out to me like a year ago. This nigga's like "yo". like I thought I did my thing on this shit, that was like two of my favorite verses that I did, but he was just like "Yo", like, "Yo you didn't come right man. If you gon' come on Dead Presidents son, you gotta come, hard son, you gotta come harder than that son, you gotta come harder than that." I was like, man what you mean I came hard? But, that shit always stuck in my mind, so doing this next, you know, doing this The Warm Up I was like, damn, I gotta get on it again, I gotta do it again. Just almost like, just to prove to that nigga and kinda prove to myself that you I can, I can maybe get a little...73

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Free Mason

Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross] This is for the soldiers that see the sun at midnight You dig? Let me slow down It’s so Inkredible [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom valuable like gifts of gold I embark on life, my path is all math I understand the codes these hackers can’t crack I understand that folks expect me to fold Community control to violate parole (No) I won't fail, but a lot of men will I’m iconic in the field like Solomon's Seal (Woo) Ugh, it’s just the intro Allow my flow time to sink into the tempo Free Mason (What), freelancer (Yeah) Free agents (Me), we faster (Ha) Big contracts, big contractors Built pyramids, period, we masters No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors All-white mansion, I’m the child of God All-black diamonds, times were hard (Woo) New Rolls Royce, guess you made it, nigga (Ha) All-white neighborhood, you they favorite nigga (Nigga) My top back like JFK They wanna push my top back like JFK (Ayy) So— So I "JFK" Join forces with the kings and we ate all day (Oh) Right now, I could rewrite history (Woo) I stopped writing, so fuck it, I’ll do it mentally See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Hook: Rick Ross & John Legend] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die (H-O) I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide (Yeah) Multiplying and I pray to God we never die (Yeah) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Niggas couldn’t do nothing with me, they put the devil on me I'd have preferred niggas to squeeze the metal on me Rumors of Lucifer, I don’t know who to trust Whole world want my demise—turn the music up Hear me clearly: If y’all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me Fuck all these fairytales Go to Hell, this is God engineering This is a Hail Mary pass, y’all interfering He without sin shall cast the first stone So y'all look in the mirror, double-check your appearance Bitch, I said I was amazing Not that I'm a Mason It’s amazing that I made it through the maze that I was in Lord forgive me, I never would've made it without sin Holy water, my face in the basin Diamonds in my Rosary shows He forgave him Bitch, I'm red-hot I'm on my third six, but a devil I'm not My Jesus-piece flooded But thou shall not covet—keep your eyes off my cupboard I'm a bad motherfucker, it's Hov, just say you love it [Hook: Rick Ross & John Legend] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die [Bridge: John Legend] If I ever die Never let it be said I didn’t win Never, never say Never say, "Legend didn’t go in" (I'ma go in) I just wanna die on top of the world Making love to my favorite girl I'm making beautiful music, we making a movie We knew we was born to do it [Hook: Rick Ross & John Legend] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die26

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Gone

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro: Otis Redding and Kanye West] Wished I had told ooh was (the) only one (uh oh) But it's too late It's too late He's gone [Verse 1: Kanye West] You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay (Brother Numpsay!) Groupies say I'm too choosy Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies Say she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way, gone! [Hook 1: Kanye West and Cam'ron] Gone We striving home Gone I ride on chrome [Verse 2: Kanye West] Y'all don't want no prob' from me What you rappers could get is a job from me Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn Plus, he already got three chil'r'n Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's your turn" "Damn, Ye, it'd be stupid to diss you Even your superficial raps is super-official" R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on Said he couldn't rap, now he at the top with Doobie Long 'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone You might also like[Hook 2: Cam'ron and Otis Redding] We striving home, gone I ride on chrome, gone We striving home We striving home, gone (Killa) I ride on chrome [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who? Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla troop Oh my chinchilla blue, blue, you ever dealt with a dealer Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer, woo No concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof! Poof, be gone, damn, tough luck, dag (Dag) Niggas still doing puff-puff-pass (Puff, pass) Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em Hey, back in a touched-up Jag, shit Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum An old man just gon' tell 'em too late Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone My last girl want me back then I'm on Fine, stay, you got the grind, hey Came back, read what the sign say (Too late, he's gone) Yes, I know you wanna see my demise Yeah, you church, boy, acting like a thief in disguise Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, chyeah And that ain't even a lie, please believe me Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and You can ask George or Regina The whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now [Hook 3: Cam'ron] We striving home I ride on chrome Listen, homeboy, move on That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'? [Verse 4: Consequence] I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone And trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on But since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong Now they asking "Cons, how long has this gone on?" And maybe all this money might have gone to my head 'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed And when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread And with that being said I had gone on my instincts And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks But looking back now, I should've gone to the crib And rented Gone With the Wind, 'cause I'da gone in by ten But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar And heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car And now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far And now we gone for twenty years doing time behind bars And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone [Break: Kanye West] Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh [Verse 5: Kanye West] I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out And that make me wanna get my advance out And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind Kanye step away from the lime Light like when I was on the grind In the 1-9-9-9 Before model chicks was bending over Or dealerships asked me "Benz or Rover?" Man, if I could just get one beat on Hova We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old? Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural Fired a week later, the manager count the churros Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro' How we out in Europe, spending Euros They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free But if they ever flip sides like Anakin You'll sell everything including the mannequin They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm Shorties at the door 'cause they need more Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"82

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Your Love

Nicki Minaj

[Chorus] Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love (Uh) Your love, your love (Uh, yo) [Verse 1] He the type to pop tags and be cockin' the brim Might breeze through The Ave, might stop at the gym And he keep a do-rag, keep the wave on swim W-w-waves on swim so they hate on him Anyway, I think I met him sometime before In a different life or where I record I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve But my vision ends with the apple on the tree "S" on my chest 'cause I'm ready to save him Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him When he call me "mama, lil' mama," I call him "baby" You might also like[Chorus] Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love (Mmhmm) Your love, your love (Yo, yo) [Verse 2] He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in a rubber band Just left Money Gram in the lemon Lamb' Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam I mean that nigga must be from the motherland Anyway, I think I met him in the sky When I was a Geisha, he was a Samurai Somehow, I understood him when he spoke Thai Never spoke lies and he never broke fly "S" on my chest, let me get my cape on He's so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon Convict just like Akon 'Cause you know the snitches be putting the jake on [Chorus] Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love [Outro] Find me in the dark I'll be in the stars Find me in your heart I'm in need of your love Your love, your love Your love Baby, you're the illest Your love Your love64

Hip-Hop

Thief’s Theme

Nas

[Intro] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo, I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets, niggas Little kids scared cops, with red dots Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors Going back like black and white TVs with pliers Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em, and the P now got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen It's frightening You might also like[Hook x4] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with [Verse 2] I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef Started '87, with the shotty in the sheep Three-quarter length, beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain Got ill up on the train Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein Might've pushed you on the tracks Deaf crack fiends who can't speak, scream noises Cause she bought a jum of soap from one of my boys It's just another day in the hood And I'm with some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them pile, then we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino going And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life For the thieves who come out at night [Hook x4] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do8

Hip-Hop

Where Are They Now

Nas

[Produced by Salaam Remi & Nas] ("HIT MEH!!") [Verse 1] Redhead Kingpin, Tim Dog, have you seen 'em? Kwame, King Tee or King Sun Super Lover Cee, Casanova Rud Antoinette, Rob Base never showin up You see Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy Bee? Ask Ill and Al Skratch, "Where My Homiez?: Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic Like these folks never existed They the reason that rap became addictive Play they CD or wax and get lifted I recommend when your kid turn ten Let him hear Spice 1, made plenty noise Positive K, Father MC, the Skinny Boys Where are they now? [James Brown sample] [Verse 2] See I remember them forever The original Spinderella Lakim Shabazz, 9 MM Fu-Schnickens, Buckshot, Finesse & Synquis Who was a "Rappin' Duke?" Da-ha! Silk Tymes Leather was cute Body & Soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group Oaktown 357, J.J. Fad too Had pop hits and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc? Kris Kross, the BO$$, Divine Styler Def Jef of course let's break it down ta Mic Geronimo, Pharcyde and Coolio I heard Craig Mack back in the studio Have you seen these lost MCs? Funky Four Plus One, Force M.D.'s Miss Melody, I hope she packin' a bankroll As well as Educated Rapper, Ice and Kangol Shanté, she from around my way yo EPMD, K-Solo, where are they now? You might also like[Outro] QB First off this ain't no diss record This for some of my homies that were misrepresented Legends of the game, y'know? What up to Moe Dee the legend? Rest in peace Cowboy! Yeah, all the rappers...male, female, DJ's, e'rybody! Rest in peace Jam-Master Jay, the whole crew, word up Juice Crew All-Stars, MC Shan, Tragedy, Craig G Yeah nigga, yeah nigga Shan whaddup baby? Where are they now?2

Hip-Hop

Champion

Kanye West

[Refrain] Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? [Chorus 1] Yes, I did So I packed it up and brought it back to the crib Just a little something, show you how we live Everybody want it but it ain't that serious Mhm, that's that shit So if you gon' do it, do it just like this [Refrain] Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? [Verse 1] You don't see just how wild the crowd is You don't see just how fly my style is I don't see why I need a stylist When I shop so much I can speak Italian I don't know, I just want it better for my kids And I ain't sayin' we was from the projects But every time I wanted layaway or a deposit My dad'd say "when you see clothes, close your eyelids" We was sort of like Will Smith and his son In the movie, I ain't talkin' 'bout the rich ones 'Cause every summer he'd get some Brand new harebrained scheme to get rich from And I don't know what he did for dough But he'd send me back to school with a new wardrobe, but ayy You might also like[Refrain] Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? [Chorus 2] I think he did When he packed it up and brought it back to the crib Just a little something, show you how we live Everything I wanted, man it seem so serious Mhm, that's that shit So if you gon' do it, do it just like this [Refrain] Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? [Verse 2] When it feel like living's harder than dyin' For me givin' up's way harder than tryin' Lauryn Hill said her heart was in Zion I wish her heart still was in rhymin' 'Cause who the kids gon' listen to, huh? I guess me if it isn't you Last week I paid a visit to the institute They got the dropout keepin' kids in the school I guess I cleaned up my act like Prince'd do If not for the pleasure, least for the principle They got the CD, they got to see me Drop gems like I dropped out of PE They used to feel invisible Now they know they invincible [Refrain] Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? [Bridge] This is the story of a champion Runners on their mark and they pop their guns Stand up, stand up, here he comes Tell me what it takes to be number one Tell me what it takes to be number one This is the story of a champion Runners on their mark and they pop their guns Stand up, stand up, here he comes Tell me what it takes to be number one Tell me what it takes to be number one [Refrain] Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? [Chorus 1] Yes, I did So I packed it up and brought it back to the crib Just a little something, show you how we live Everybody want it, but it ain't that serious Mhm, that's that shit So if you gon' do it, do it just like this... like this [Refrain] Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? [Produced by Kanye West and Brian Miller]54

Hip-HopRap

Young Forever

JAY-Z

[Intro: Mr. Hudson] Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power but we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip The music's for the sad men [Chorus: Mr. Hudson & Jay-Z] Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, and ever? (Uh) Forever young (Young), I wanna be forever young (Forever young) (Aye, may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young (But we ain't even thinkin' that far, ya know what I mean?) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] So we living life like a video (video) Where the sun is always out and you never get old And the champagne's always cold and the music's always good And the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood And they hop they pretty ass up on the hood of that pretty ass car Without a wrinkle in today, 'cause there's no tomorrow Just a picture perfect day that last a whole lifetime And it never ends cause all we have to do is hit rewind So let's just stay in the moment, smoke some weed, drink some wine Reminisce, talk some shit, forever young is in your mind Leave a mark they can't erase, neither space nor time So when the director yells cut, I'll be fine I'm forever young You might also like[Chorus: Mr. Hudson] Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, and ever? Forever young, I wanna be forever young (Forever young) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Fear not when, fear not why, fear not much while we're alive Life is for living, not living uptight, 'till you're somewhere up in the sky Fear not die, I'll be alive for a million years, bye bye's Are not for legends, I'm forever young, my name shall survive Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves, over Pyrex pots My name shall be passed down to generations While debating up in barbershops Young slung, hung here, showed that a nigga from here With a little ambition, just what we can become here (yeah) And as the father pass the story down to his son's ears Young'll get younger every year, yeah So if you love me baby, this is how you let me know Don't ever let me go, that's how you let me know, baby [Chorus: Mr. Hudson & Jay-Z] Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, and ever? Forever young, I wanna be forever young (Forever young) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young (Just let it run) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Slamming Bentley doors, hopping outta Porsches Popping up on Forbes' list, gorgeous (hold up) Niggas thought I lost it, they be talking bullshit I be talking more shit, they nauseous (hold up) I'll be here forever, you know I'm on my fall shit And I ain't with foreclosure, I will never forfeit Less than four bars, Guru bring the chorus in Did you get the picture yet? I'm painting you a portrait of Young [Chorus: Mr. Hudson] Forever young, I wanna be forever young (Forever young) Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young50

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Drug Ballad

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Dina Rae] Yeah, hahahaha Whoo, shit Mmm Oh, oh, mmm Ehh, ehh Aight, guess what? I ain't comin' in yet Oh, oh, ooh, ooh I'll come in a minute Ayo, this is my love song, it goes like this Hey, yeah [Verse 1: Eminem] Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (Fuckin' faggot) This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen with Bacardi Dark And when it kicks in you can hardly talk And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf And my prediction is you're gon' probably fall Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall And everything's spinnin', you're beginnin' to think women Are swimmin' in pink linen again in the sink, then in A couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished You are now allowed to officially slap bitches You have the right to remain violent and start wilin' Start a fight with the same guy that was smart-eyein' you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin' Over the island and cause a 42-car pile-up Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin' And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it Let me outta this place, I'm outta place I'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow I'll be back in an hour or so You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) [Verse 2: Eminem] In third grade, all I used to do Was sniff glue through a tube and play Rubik's Cube Seventeen years later I'm as rude as Jude Schemin' on the first chick with the hugest boobs I've got no game, and every face looks the same They've got no name, so I don't need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever I want Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want However, I do show some respect to few This ecstasy's got me standin' next to you Gettin' sentimental as fuck, spillin' guts to you We just met, but I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like, "Yo, what the fuck we'd do?" I gotta go, bitch, you know I got stuff to do ‘Cause if I get caught cheatin', then I'm stuck with you But in the long run, these drugs are probably Gonna catch up sooner or later, but fuck it, I'm on one So let's enjoy, let the X destroy your spinal cord So it's not a straight line no more 'Til we walk around lookin' like some wind-up dolls Shit's stickin' out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more So bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more [Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) [Verse 3: Eminem] That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it! And what's a little bit of alcohol poisonin'? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow, you'll be boys again It's your life, live it however you wanna Mari-ju-ana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin' ‘Cause none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin' They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignorin' Even though you wake up feelin' like shit every mornin' But you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up now and upgraded And graduated to better drugs and updated But I still got a lotta growing up to do I still got a whole lotta throwing up to spew But when it's all said and done, I'll be forty Before I know it with a 40 on the porch tellin' stories With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap Babysittin' for Hailie while Hailie's out gettin' smashed [Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) [Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa) Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa) I don't wanna, but I gotta stay (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) ‘Cause every time I try to tell 'em "no" (No) They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa) These drugs really got a hold of me (Whoa) [Outro: Eminem] Drugs really got a hold of me Really got a hold of me These drugs really got a hold of me They really got a hold of me88

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Ridaz

Eminem

[Intro] Aw, man, yeah You ever be in the club, man You get in a fight And people that you don't even know jump in? [Verse 1] You feel like you wanna hit somethin', your fist clenches, you're pissed You just wanna get someone with shit, jump on this You're 'bout to get your shit pushed in, I'm just inches away From splittin' your shit wide open, no stitches can save You'll die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way You end up going out, but I guess it just is, I'm afraid Razors, scissors and blades make Jason say, "Isn't this great?" On-lookers participate in this ass-kicking debate That's startin' to take place in the middle of the street Little did you know there'd be an all-out brawl soon as you heard this beat Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene But it's too late, it's absolute pandemonium, whisked away In an ambulance is your fate, nothing nobody told you When you left the house today could've made you anticipate Such an ass-whipping, okay, 'til the anger dissipates You'll get punched in the face, reciprocate, come on! (Woo!) [Chorus] So what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches I said, so what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches You might also like[Verse 2] You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case Anxious to get in some shit, got your gangstas all with your ladies You better go get your mace 'cause Shady said so You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face That's how fuckin' rowdy you feel, now do you still wanna grill? If you don't wanna get the shit beat out of you, chill 'Cause if you doubt me, you will, yeah, got me a pill, found me a thrill I got a couple of drinks here, and I'm bound to refill (Woo) Girl, howdy, how do you feel, ma? This cocksucker did not spill my drink, oh, hell nah He must be trying to kill my buzz I will not budge, so what the deal, ridaz? Now here they all come and they got your back in, like, two seconds flat And that's probably a record, yeah, you wasn't expecting that 'Cause they want in on the act, there's a Cognac bottle We snuck it in 'cause the beer that they was serving here was only tap I'm bitin', I fight dirty, you might get kicked in the nuts You're frightened like, "This guy might hurt me" You're quite certain he's nuts, I've hit myself in the face harder Play smarter, you may start her over, you need a chainsaw to Dig your way out or go powder your nose, pussy The louder you yell, the harder I slap the shit outta you hoes You set it off, faggot, so now how do you 'spose We settle it? Hit me in the nose, we'll see how it goes [Chorus] So what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches I said, so what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches [Verse 3] It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles We're tusslin', the crowd's startin' to cheer us, and Adrenaline's rushin' through us just like a geyser gushin' Too much Budweiser in my blood, I'm stranglin' your windpipe for nothin' (Woo!) My signature's ligature marks, look at you all Big with your remarks 'til I swing an icepick at your heart At least that's what it feels like when I pick ya apart And dig at ya, and break you down like the bitch that you are The predicament starts when I throw a brick at your car The pain inflicted upon you is so sick, it's bizarre Shit, this is almost ridiculous, addictive as far As havin' me wanna rip out your fricking ligaments— arr! You hit like a bitch, you scratch me with your nails for that You catch an open hand slap like a female like bap In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves Where's D12? I don't feel like doing this by myself, come on! [Chorus] So, what the deal ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches I said, so what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches [Outro] Yeah, what the deal? I'm feeling hard as hell right now, homie I almost feel Invincible and shit Ayy, Dre You got me feelin' like I can't be touched right now, fool, haha! I'm unstoppable, damn30

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I Know

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Hov'! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z] And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Uhh, I know what you like) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you love) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you love ....Hov'! Baby you love, hehehe, uhh) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Baby you love ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'! Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love, damn (Baby you like ....Hov'!) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Uhh, she wants that old thing back Uh, uh, uh She want those heroin tracks She likes me She fiends for me nightly She leans for me Morning, she rush for my touch This is about lust Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her My presence is a must- must- must- Bonita Applebum, I gotta put you on If I didn't when we cutting, the feeling'll be too strong In any form, I'm giving you sweet dreams That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing That Black Rain will take away your pain Just for one night, baby, take me in vein Now that feelin' got you tripping You don't wanna feel no different This here lust has got you itching Nose wide open and it's dripping (eh, eh, eh, eh) I know what you like, I am your prescription I'm your physician, I'm your addiction You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z] And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Uhh, I know what you like) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you love) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you love ....Hov'! Baby you love, hehehe, uhh) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Baby you love ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'! Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love, damn (Baby you like ....Hov'!) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I am so dope (uhh) Like Louboutins with the red bottoms You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em Like every color Giuseppe's, your guilty pleasure is me It's so much fun, you shun therapy Although it never be, the feeling is fleeting Shopping's like copping, you constantly need it I'm never around, you constantly seek it You'll never be down, I know where your peak is 9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps I keep trying to remind you to keep telling yourself Now your conscience is interfering, like "Better yourself!" Like you better get help But when that medicine's felt We're back together, don't ever leave me Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me My China White, 'til we D.O.A Its Montega forever, baby, lets get away... [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z] And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Uhh, I know what you like) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you love) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you love ....Hov'! Baby you love, hehehe, uhh) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Baby you love ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'! Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love, damn (Baby you like ....Hov'!) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] How could you leave me? I thought that you needed me! When the world got too much and you pleaded with me Who helped you immediately? How speedy of me! How could you deny me so vehemently? Now your body is shaking, trying to free it of me And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me Damn, I'm missing the days when you needed the D! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z] And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Uhh, I know what you like) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you love) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you love ....Hov'! Baby you love, hehehe, uhh) And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (Baby you love ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love (Baby you like ....Hov'! Baby you like ....Hov'!) Everything you like, everything you love, damn (Baby you like ....Hov'!)9

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Don’t Ever Fucking Question That

Atmosphere

[Verse 1: Slug] Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights To place you dangerously close to that sun Enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore And recognize the cause of what's done is done More than enough to put my name behind my ideals And neglect my logic twice daily Enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky with gems When I remember how you used to call me baby Enough to look in my mirror with detest For every tear you shed regardless of why you wept Enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth Of the ocean I swam till I ran out of breath [Hook] I love you, don't ever fucking question that That's why we'll probably never get along If I was better at finding the right words to say I wouldn't need to write these motherfucking songs I love you, I love you (faded) Never, don't ever fucking question that Don't ever fucking question that [Verse 2: Slug] Riding the public transit, I study the blank stares To answer my questions of how and why I got so many grey hairs I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord And I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord Single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time But when I faced her, I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine I awokened from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me To submission and I still walk with my religion I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror Worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer I hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin Gassing me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within For every eclipse that stares at me From the other side of a paper cup of espresso I light a match beneath a kettle And for every set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program To seek success, I bleed my ethics out a slow drip I know a man who met a woman, don't remember where Big beautiful eyes and light brown hair She was from the 'burbs, he was from the south side of the city This was back when Franklin Avenue was still pretty Two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town We all know how people like to get down Here we go, Aquarius, Pisces Feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul Push shoved to came, without the glove, numbed the pain The magic from up above what it does for the brain See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also likeMake the love, paint the picture, write the song The player met a virgin, made a Virgo, named him Sean Make the love, paint the picture, write the song The player met a virgin, made a Virgo, named him Sean Make the love, paint the picture, and write that song Till the break of dawn [Hook] I love you, don't ever fucking question that That's why we'll probably never get along If I was better at finding the right words to say I wouldn't need to write these motherfucking songs8

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Suicidal Thoughts

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Puff Daddy] Hello? Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man? Oh, God damn Nigga, do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin' 'bout, man?) It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man) God'll probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga) All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah) Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga) Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B) My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you) I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck?) And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man) I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man) Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me But nah, you wouldn't understand Nigga, talk to me please, man! You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out) Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? (I'ma call you when I get in the car) People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?) My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!) She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?) Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga) I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo) Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!) *Gunshot* Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big! You might also like[Outro] Please hang up and try your call again Please hang up— Is a recording253

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GodLovesUgly

Atmosphere

[Intro] "Hey, hey what are you doing over there?" "I... I'm just standing, I..." "Come here, come here. What are you doing?" "I'm just waiting for... You know he's... He might come out." "Left you standing in the rain all wet." "Wait, I just wanna say..." "No, no, who are you waiting for?" "A guy I met at the show." "Who, Slug? You're waiting for fucking Slug?" "No! I mean no, uhh, yeah." "Oh no, you're... You're fucking kidding me." "He's so hot." (unintelligable) "Fucking Slug? Oh my God, he is so fucking ugly." [Verse 1] I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp I live life like the captain of a sinking ship The one thing that I can guarantee I'm like a stepping razor, I suggest you stay fair with me Been paying dues for a decade plus Before that I was just another face on the bus Tappin' my foot, to the beat on the radio Dreaming 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies Oh mom, I promise I'm gonna be large Some day I'ma stop trying to borrow your car Gonna go far, with charisma and skill Until they put my face on a million dollar bill Atmosphere, it's just a ten letter word Discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird And if you didn't hear, then fuck what others heard I think you got the sickness, I suggest you get it cured Caught up in the mix of a bottle full of fix I'mma hobble down the street till I reach Knob Creek It's not that I don't like you, I just don't want to speak You fucking freak, now keep your days out my week The world keeps a balance, through mathematics Defined by whatever you've added and subtracted I'm pushin' on the hammer to trigger the brain Embrace how I live, 'cause God loves ugly See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like[Chorus] God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly [Verse 2] Once upon a time in Minneapolis, yo I damn near had to steal the show I stepped on the stage - "Who is it?" My name's Slug, I've come to kill a couple minutes And what's up with the way that everybody gathers around Each other, so they can steal each others' sound If it's all about getting down, with the get down How long I gotta wait for these fools to sit down? Appears more clear in its simplest form Nobody sees tears when you're standin' in the storm Abandonin' the norm, and handlin' the harvest Measurin' the worth by the depth of the hardship I welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name I held onto the sacred ways of how to play the game When the soldiers started runnin' short on rations I began tappin' the egg to spark the hatchin' Make it happen, and take this captain to the gallows I keep steering us into an area that's shallow Talking to my shadow, he advised me not to worry Said, I should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury So give me some light, a little love and some liquid I'ma creep through the night and put a plug in the spigot And when the water grows, and the dam starts to overflow I'll float atop the flood holdin' on to my ugly [Chorus] God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly [Verse 3] Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the widescreen Let life be a bowl of melted ice cream Or be the deer that's caught in my high beams I'm rolling with the brights on Scared stiff, reality is just too much to bear with Paranoid, walking around, careless No wonder you're in love with your therapist Go to sleep my little time bomb [Chorus] God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly God loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly33

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Hair

Atmosphere

[Intro: Slug and girl talking] And she still wonders why I'm so insecure She giggles because I sleep with a- Could I throw my panties on stage? Like, can I be a fuckin' groupie and just fuck you cause You're on stage and other girls want to fuck you? See bands like us don't get groupies Nawww Yeaaahh You're so full of shit, I'm sure you guys have- No, it's not full of shit, I mean, have you ever heard our songs? I mean, basically, exactly, that's what I'm sayin' [Refrain] Smile, smile with me, smile with me, smile with me Please won't you smile, smile with me, smile with me Smile with me, please won't you [Verse] Oh look at her, she's lookin' as good as dinner And she's lookin' back at me as if maybe I'm a winner I'm in my late twenties little girl don't flirt with me I've got the capabilities to program your circuitry You don't have to believe, do yourself a little justice Don't let Slug undercook your muffins Oh wait, did I say that, I did, must be losing it Cause it almost felt that it might just have some truth in it Now back to the platter at hand She said she's twenty-one and quit school to go work for the man A switch up in the plan, now she's happy as a chorus 'Cause now she makes rent and now she drives a Taurus Unwindin' and hangin' out at the bar I wonder if she knows that I'm not really a star She seems to be impressed with my lack of an ego and My self-aware style, I like the way that she smiles She wanna know how I find the words I use I don't really know but I can lie if you want me to Angels sing to me in my sleep I sold my damaged soul for the magic of speak Now she's laughin', she likes the sarcasm Naturally, I'm askin' if she's got a captain A captain, you mean a man at home, the answer is no I came to this bar alone Well heavens to Betsy, enough about boyfriends already Just tryin' to keep the conversation heady As much as I would love to run and play in the forest Ain't no way this girl is gonna break into my fortress I've never made a practice, of introducing the mattress To women that I meet at my own gig I don't know, can't imagine anything as small as Alcohol and hormones turnin' out to be anything big Baby's hella beautiful, even kinda bright I've got the fire of a vampire inside me tonight It might be alright, everything seems tight I've got a good buzz and she's givin' me the green light So tell me girl, what you doin' after She says hopefully hangin' out with my new favorite rapper Now wait a minute, that's not fair, you're throwin' 'boulders I can tell by the way your hair touches your shoulders Be straight with me and I'll be me with you I can think of some of us that we should do So if you think I'm comin' home with you tonight You're probably right, probably right A few more beers, a couple more laughs Undressing my past with the questions she asked Yes, I love cats and I would love to take a bath If I would spend the night, would you massage my back She's closin' in for the embrace And slightly tucks her head under my face Her hair smells so good, I gotta have a taste Where's your Ford, let's ditch this place In the parking lot, she sparked it off She must be starving for someone to hit the heart I've never been kissed with such passionate bliss Pornstar damn near tore my lips apart Honey, slow it up, hold it up, start the car and Leave this garage, let's go to your apartment Lyndale Avenue, on the way to her rest Her drunk-ass turns to look at me and she says You're so beautiful from the hair to the soul I can't believe that I've never met you before It feels like I've been waiting for you my whole life She missed the red light, hit a pickup truck and we both diedSee Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like3

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Picture Me Rollin’

2Pac

[Intro] Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright) Why niggas look mad? Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail Ho bustas! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance I swear somebody be tellin' Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin' Don't want to be another number I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin' under The federales wanna see me dead Niggas put prices on my head Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids? One life to live, it's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin' at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin' Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' And my hands are swollen Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'; picture me rollin' You might also like[Refrain: Danny Boy] Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me, picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Ooh wee [2Pac during Refrain] Can you see me now? Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin' Yeah, nigga! Aye, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you Guess who's back? [Verse 2: Big Syke] I got keys comin' from overseas Cost a nigga 200 G's I'm a street commando, Nino for example This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player Thug, branded to be a women-layer So many player haters, imitators steady swangin' Make me wanna start back bangin' So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed Packin' 40 Glocks, contain 'em or rearrange All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies While I'm sippin' on Rémy In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam '96 big body, sittin' on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on You can admire, but don't look too long I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin' It's hard to imagine, picture me rollin' [Refrain: Danny Boy] Picture me rollin' Picture, picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me [Verse 3: CPO] I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper 'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see some ballin'-ass niggas, and they slippin' in my spot And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?) Checkin' in the park, 'Pac [Verse 4: 2Pac] We caught him sleepin' He didn't peep you niggas creepin'? This how we do it every weekend I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit CPO, you got the bomb spot Nigga, time to clock it I get the liquor, and you can get the females This crooked shit that we inflictin', gettin' street sales [Verse 5: CPO] Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9 I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin' [Refrain: Danny Boy] Picture me rollin' Picture me Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' [Outro: 2Pac] Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin' roll call You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about I wanna make sure they can see me Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities All you bitch-ass CO's Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin' on y'all punk-ass! Picture me rollin', baby! Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on That's right, nigga, picture me rollin' Oh, I forgot! The DA Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin' And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin', nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart, Mopreme It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'? Can you see me, ho? Is y'all ready for me? We up out this bitch Any time y'all wanna see me again Rewind this track right here Close your eyes and picture me rollin'39

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Let the Beat Build

Lil Wayne

[Produced by Deezle & Kanye West] [Intro] Yeah, I see you, big bro I'ma kill these niggas, man Yeah, haha [Verse 1] Straight off the block with it (Block with it) Eagle Street, to be specific (Specific) I'm peeping at you people different I pay my dues, you keep the difference (Keep the difference) I can see the end in the beginning So I'm not racin', I'm just sprintin' 'Cause I don't wanna finish (Wanna finish) They diminish, I replenish Scientific, I'm out this world, ho I wear bright red, like a girl toe No homo, fingernails dirty I've been counting dirty money since 12:30 (12:30) ​​​a.m., weigh them, if they short, take them Right back and spray him, amen Yeah, I just do my Wayne And every time I do it, I do my thing Yeah, believe that, like a true story Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories If I hop out, that'd be suicide No back seats, call that paralyze I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize I mastermind, then go after mine You see, I handle mine, I dismantle mine I tote a tool box, bitch, it's hammer time So excuse me as I nail 'em 'til some fell I'm just repel 'em, I'ma kill 'em, someone tell 'em I'ma kill 'em I'ma fill 'em up, his mama can't tell 'em And the doctors can't heal 'em I'ma kill 'em and, yeah, we sell 'em, I know you smell 'em And if you want it, you could just yell it And it be in the morning, at your 'telly Whole ki' go for twenty, half a ki' go for eleven After me there, will be nothing I am legend and I Will Smith Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch You might also like[Chorus] That's how you let the beat build, bitch Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch Let the beat build, bitch And the beat go Boom, b— boom, b— boom Boom, b— boom, b— boom, it go Boom, b— boom, b— boom, now say [Verse 2] Heh, c'mon, just a snare and a 808 Weezy Baby on the mic, D.O.A. Okay, I'd like to thank Kanye And my nigga Deezle from giving me this Diesel Like an F-350, tank never empty Damn, everybody in the bank act friendly Used to think my shit didn't stink, boy, was I wrong Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone I'ma take it one-two, way back Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou And I waved, fool, as I blew by you Hello, hi, you, I can buy you But I wouldn't try you, feed you to Piru I know what I'm doing, I show and prove and show improvement And I know just to go into it, could never amount to going through it Whatever, how you wanna do it, we can do it like we late Ayy, wait, Deezle, let me just get the 808 As I hit the kill switch Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch [Chorus] That's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch And the beat go Boom, b— boom, b— boom, it go Boom, b— boom, boom, the beat go Boom, b— boom, boom, now everybody say, yeah [Bridge] That I am the best rapper alive I am the best rapper alive And I will eat you alive Think I'm lyin'? [Verse 3] Damn, I'ma get in a nigga chest like a bunch of phlegm Like a fucking ram On the hunt for the lamb, I'ma dump 'em, man In a dumpster can You ain't a soldier, ask Uncle Sam, hair nappy like Pam Nigga, fuck your plan, fuck your man You ain't a pimp unless you get the same bitch To fuck your man and fuck your clan And all my bitches know that's my plan Oh, goddamn, there's my sample Play it like that's my band Gotta get it cleared, suck my dick With red lipstick and don't let it smear And I got a lot of tattoos And I meant every tear And I'm still on that street shit Back to the beat, bitch [Chorus] That's how you let the beat build, bitch Now what's how you let the beat build, bitch Let the beat build, they say And the beat go Boom, b— boom, b— boom, it go Boom, b— boom, boom, the beat go Boom, b— boom, boom, now everybody say, yeah And the beat go Boom, b— boom, b— boom, it go Boom, b— boom, boom, the beat go Boom, b— boom, b— boom, they say37

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