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The Game Belongs to Me

UGK

[Chorus: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me [Verse 1: Pimp C] I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I roll a lot of stones It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones Turning whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone It's been a long time since I hustled on the block But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip the last drop I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones But now, it's nicks for sixty bricks, gripping wood and flipping chrome I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me [Chorus: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me You might also like[Verse 2: Bun B] Man, I pull up in your city and get my Bush on ("What is that?") Lay down the competition, take they cash crops, and get my push on (Ugh) Moved up to a Bentley remote from a Lexus key All because we cornered the market on that Texas tea And we don't bar no 'plexes, we way bigger than other men though The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind, yo Whichever way the wind blow, that's the corner we bend, Joe Don't know where you been, bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though When it's ten-four, good, buddy, my Styrofoam good and muddy We block bleeders (What?), leaving your neighborhoods good and bloody We gripping that wood, lil' buddy (Dam), sit back and scope it (Huh) Pay attention, the prince of pushing everything's 'bout to pump it [Chorus: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me [Verse 3: Pimp C] Ugh! I done smashed up my Flying Spur it wasn't shit I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit (Ugh) A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24s with the bump I ain't trippin about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk Skunk in my Swisher, codeine on my whiskers Fucking with that Smoke D, Bundy, and that Vicious UGK Records is an institution Know a lot of niggas living off of prostitution Pimping ain't dead, it just moved to the web Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head Ain't gotta give no tricks no pussy, just cameras and screens Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream, biiitch! [Verse 4: Bun B] Man, I'm a middle finger figure, on a million-dollar mission Popping like Orville Redenbacher, when I'm whipping in the kitchen Pitching yayo like Dontrelle Willis (What?), we the trillest On the mound, I'm holdin that whole South down, I know you feel us We the realest walkin the planet, can't stand it Pass away, wanna fight us, start to swinging, wanna kill us Blast away, wanna stab us Get to sticking but make sure you cut us deep 'Cause I bet you we coming back a couple hundred brothers deep (Oh) Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood Don't matter, we represented; cross us (Yep), we gon' get you good Them Down South veterans (Huh), ain't nobody better than Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in, 'cause... [Chorus: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me12

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Be A Nigger Too

Nas

[Intro] Turn your radios up You are now allowed to listen to the radio The real niggas are back on the radio [Verse 1] Uh, no slackin', no beggin', no askin', no fastin' No disrespect to Islam nor Imam or Pastor No answers to questions the media's askin' Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists? They love it; puttin' old niggas verse the youngest Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas There's verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas Not mad 'cause Eminem said, "Nigga," 'cause he my nigga Wigga, cracker, friend - we all black within, okay? We all African, okay Some Africans don't like us no way! A killing happened in Johannesburg, yesterday Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked Some say N-double-A-C-P, keep us sidetracked But I don't buy that, I buy Aston Martins Faster cars than, NASCAR cars and, sparkin' while ridin' Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I'm rich With this N-word jargon I'm just startin', bitch! You might also like[Chorus] I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too? To all my kike niggers, spic niggers, guinea niggers, chink niggers That's right, y'all my niggas, too I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too They like to strangle niggers, blamin' niggers, shootin' niggers, hangin' niggers Still you wanna be a nigga, too? True [Verse 2] Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet Uzi on the nightstand, I'm the man you go to war with Not the man you go to war against, patience, I'll get you If that means I can't sleep a whole year, I'ma get you I'm official not "A-Tisket" or "A-Tasket" I'll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed Don't forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up I flow tighter as Tootie's braces, who be hatin' us? I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust 'Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers I'm the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters Clique still movin' like Freemasons So if I'm on the flow for the law, there's lodges all across the nation Nas is bred for the plan, to hold the Grand Dragon's head in my hand, come and get me, here I am [Chorus] I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too? To all my kike niggers, spic niggers, guinea niggers, chink niggers That's right, y'all my niggas, too I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too They like to strangle niggers, blamin' niggers, shootin' niggers, hangin' niggers Still you wanna be a nigga, too? True8

Hip-Hop

Represent

Nas

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Chorus] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 1] Straight up, shit is real And any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, guzzling beers We all stare at the out-of-towners (Aiyyo, yo, who that?) They better break North Before we get the four pounders and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us And killer coppers even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure You might also like[Chorus] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 2] Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one ‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's [Chorus] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 3] No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxanne I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love [Chorus] Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent [Outro] One time for your mothafuckin' mind This goes out to everybody in New York That's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over To my man Big Will, he's still here The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S Big Cee-Lo from the Don, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters My crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse The Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid Can't forget Draws, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD And my man Preemo from Gang Starr '94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O) Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though! [Nas' posse] Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas! You bitch ass motherfuckers! Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker! Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back That's just a warm up ‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybody93

Hip-Hop

P.I.M.P. Remix

50 Cent

[Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, trying to 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 trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch: hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid Look baby, this is simple, you can't see? You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P [Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[50 Cent] G-G-G-mixxxx! [Bridge: Snoop Dogg] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P Doggy style in your mouth for the 2003 And y'all know I'm from the DPG F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected (And you know you're just a P.I.M.P!) Now what you know about me? [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong Your dead wrong if you think that pimpin' gonna die 12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side I'm down with that nigga 50 like I'm down with blue, 'Fuck cuzz', nah nigga, motherfuck you G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down That's waiting on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm. Word They love it when I get to crippin' And spitting this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin' [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me I drive Cadillac, wear a perm, cus I'm a G That I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] You need to switch over and ride with a star It'll get you far I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb Got some tricks, but I ain't one I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run I let 'em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees I keep 'em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve I ain't gotta give 'em much, they're happy with Mickey D's, PIMP [Verse 4: Young Buck] We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (dirty dirty!) We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know That money make the world go round, so lets get mo' It's time to show these playas how it should be done You got pimp potential, you might/could be one, G-UNIT! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Outro: 50 Cent] In Hollywood, they say "there's no business like show business In the hood, they say, "there's no business like ho business" They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch!17

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Mafia Music

Rick Ross

[Verse] Yeah, I got a feelin' nigga, really that my money be the root Look up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?" Pull up, hear the dogs, Canaries, they gon' woof Even once had a job pourin' tar up on a roof That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin' Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wendy Williams I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on twenty million The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top These hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop I'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the 'maicas Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light But who really cares? We just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth, pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese That boy get salad, beef bowel movements BMWs on them big thangs lookin' foolish Shawty sitting low, big thangs popping Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton Shootin' at the cops, fuck one-time I gave her to the block, I fucked one time We Boyz N the Hood, and nigga, you lil' Tre Suppress ya appetite, we takin' ya lil' tray Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit Banned in 1994, but I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit" 1996, kilos was the shit But that was better than roofin', that shit be bad fo' ya skin Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sin But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets Kept my name low-key, I ain't heard from in weeks I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me Motherfuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs Ten Maybachs everybody ridin' big I just sit back like, "Look what I did" Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch Reincarnated, spirit of a G Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in they coil I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored (yeah!) We steppin' on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush And makin' sweet love to every women that ya lust I love to pay ya bills, can't wait to pay ya rent Curtis Jackson baby mama, I ain't askin' for a cent Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker To another chapter, paper that I captured Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter Homicide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny Women love to stare cause they know they see the money I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts Deposit a hundred stacks, break-up, won't take it out Baby that's a gift, maybe you could live I knew it wouldn't work but, I just like to give Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet Now I'm in the suites and I'm eatin' crab meats Ice so right, other rappers envy They callin' all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin' (whaaat?) Thinkin' 'bout Boss, not thinkin' 'bout them This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send AmenSee Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like12

Hip-HopRap

How Do U Want It

2Pac

[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it yeah? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real [Verse 1: 2Pac] I love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin' it so bad, I'm about to pass out Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it Catch you at a club, oh shit, you got me fiendin' Body talkin' shit to me, but I can't comprehend the meanin' Now, if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can Forgive me, I'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame, I'm a simple man Mr. International, player with the passport Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me; Champagne, Hennessy A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way Your body is bangin', baby, I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy, nigga, now tell me how you want it You might also like[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real [Verse 2: 2Pac] Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor, it's like erotic Ironic, 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin' switches on bitches Like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over 'Cause I'm a rider, in and out just like a robbery I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me Get to rockin' these, nights full of Alizé A livin' legend you ain't heard about These niggas play these Cali days C. Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker Instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy a brother Worse than the others; Bill Clinton, Mister Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game's told You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, nigga, top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin' about us, I could give a fuck Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss Nigga, tell me how you want it [Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real [Verse 3: 2Pac] Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof Lickin' shots off from the roof Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, Skypager Game rules, I'm livin' major My adversaries is lookin' worried They paranoid of gettin' buried One of us gon' see the cemetery My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive Gettin' high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million And then I'm chillin', fade 'em all These taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me Media is in my business and they actin' like they know me But I'ma mash out and peel out I’m with a clique that’s quick to whip that fuckin' steel out Yeah nigga, it's some new shit so better get up on it When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it How do you want it? [Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real [Interlude: 2Pac] Me and my Nigga Johnny J...yeah we out [Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real [Outro: K-Ci & JoJo] How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real40

Gangsta Rap

I’m Beamin’

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Today, nobody cares But tomorrow, they will, they will Today, nobody cares But, oh, tomorrow, they will, they will [Hook] They said my future was dark, see me now Just look around, I'm beaming (We are) They used to talk, when I wasn't around (Lasers) You see me now (We're not) I'm beaming (Losers) [Verse 1] I get my energy from my inner G I be in outer space but I got inner peace So tell my enemies that they can't injure me I know that irritates, you have my sympathies Well you should protest, yeah you should picket me I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak I'm out in left field, I'm speaking mentally But that's a better place than where the benches be I'm feeling really good, me and my different beat Me and my different drummer; he play the timpanis See that's what got me here, you hearing me Me on my "black man in the future" shit, call me Billy Dee See I'm just forward looking, that's how I really see See while you Valentines, I'm thinking Christmas trees And that's how this would be, even at Micky D's Semi-colon, closed parentheses You might also like[Hook] They said my future was dark, see me now Just look around, I'm beaming They used to talk, when I wasn't around You see me now, I'm beaming [Verse 2] Do you remember me, the guy from verse one Failure's my last name, Never's my first one You see I hood a lot, and yeah I nerd some Hood's where the heart is, nerd's where the words from Don't represent either because I merged them It's kids who wanna leave, and I encourage them Go out and see the world, never return from Yeah you don't come back unless you learned some And baby girl what does it matter where your purse from Your hair done, your nails did, your ass fat, but you're dumb Mix Melissa Ford with Maya Angelou Become a top model and Sojourner too I try to follow this, what Muhammad do It's such an old soul, inside this sonic youth It's why I'm Ferrari'd up, and I'm conscious too I don't prophesize, I promise you [Hook] They said my future was dark, see me now Just look around, I'm beaming They used to talk, when I wasn't around (Lasers) You see me now, I'm beaming [Verse 3] Yeah it's me again, the guy from verse two Well this the last one, it's almost curfew It's almost night out, so turn ya lights on Where all my 760s with ya brights on Yeah they are the ones to keep your eyes on Like how we used to do to keep the house warm Now those the type of eyes I not cry from You see the tears of fire run out my crying songs Now the world shoulders is what I'm crying on The world's fast lane is what I'm driving on What am I driving at, I'm trying to drive it home I'm in the drivers seat, but you can ride along It's never cyclops, it's never I alone I'm telling your story wherever I perform Now if they looking for me, you tell 'em I've gone Out in the bright lights, right where I belong [Hook] They said my future was dark, see me now Just look around, I'm beaming They used to talk, when I wasn't around You see me now, I'm beaming6

Hip-HopRap

Move Bitch

Ludacris

[Chorus: Ludacris] Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way [Verse 1: Ludacris] Oh no! The fight's out I'm 'bout to punch your lights out Get the fuck back, guard your grill There's something wrong, we can't stay still I've been dranking and busting too And I been thanking of busting you Upside your motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in (Aw, girl!), they'll be mo' dead Causing confusion, Disturbin' Tha Peace It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets So, bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers Is there a bumper on your ass? (No, nigga!) I'm doing a hundred on the highway So, if you do the speed limit, get the fuck out of my way! I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober And you about to get ran the fuck over See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus: Ludacris & Mystikal] Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch!) Move, bitch! Get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch!) Move, bitch! Get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, chii! Roow!) [Verse 2: Mystikal] Here I come, here I go Uh oh, don't jump, bitch: move! You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the curtains down I fuck the crowd up — that's what I do Young and successful — a sex symbol Now bitches want me to fuck 'em — true, true Hold up, wait up, shorty Oh what's up, getting my dick sucked, what are you doing? Besides minding my fuckin' business Trying to get my paper, child support suing Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fucking TV's and the jewelry, bitch, tell me that No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck But I'ma tell you like this bitch You better not walk in front of my tour bus [Chorus: Ludacris & I-20] Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way (Bring it) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Get 'em) Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way [Verse 3: I-20] 2-0, I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back We buying bars out, showing scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Call up Tit, grab the pills 'cause we poppin' tonight Beat the shit outta of security for stoppin' the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris I'm selling shit up in the club like I work in that bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas We on the dance floor, throwing bows, beating up niggas I'm from the Dec', try to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flying from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move, bitch, get out the way, ho All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 [Chorus: Ludacris] Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch! Get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way [Instrumental Outro]28

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Poet Laureate II

Canibus

[Intro: James Dickey sample] Uh, I don’t understand how a writer would ever get writer’s block, so-called. My problem is having too much and being unable to get it down [Verse: Canibus] Yo, why is the Ripper so ill? That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal He said, "One of these days, all eyes would be on me When they look up in the sky and see the neon C" Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased In glass with an ion beam for longevity For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories The first time-machine inventor will mention me Canibus was a visionary indeed He believed light could travel in multiples of c The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Klein Kaluza with two blue metric rulers Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen Jay Gould was cooler And he never liked to propagate rumors Smoked Canary Island cigars Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize About rhymes while he was pruning his bonsai He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time But he would never take it out his archives He wrote two songs per day And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey He got an F but he deserved an A I followed his career from the first day It seemed a lack of support contributed to his inert ways I seen him pull in twenty-four hour workdays With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame" Public humiliation was the worst pain He was spinning out of control like a Class 5 hurricane He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same Especially when there's nothing to gain He was the illest alive but nobody would face it He spit till his tongue was too torched to taste it Privately funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations To extract the information They found it utterly amazing They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting Never mattered to him that art galleries hated him 'Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language With sound but without shape or signature Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS In a fire-proof pod, we thought it was odd Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud's We were in total awe 'cause it blew our minds So many rhymes that were intricately designed He was Poet Laureate of his time And if you don't mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes Alone in my room looking through the 32X telescope zoom Adjusting the focus of the moon One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume Is nothing more then a subjective conclusion What is the maximum field rate application? The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin Affects the population fluctuation On a continuous basis but that's just the basics The juxtaposition of Canibus' position The precision of something no other has written Way above and beyond what was intended The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence You didn't go to college obviously I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds When the brain orders the body not to breathe Your competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league You couldn't possibly be hotter then me Or oppositely your minus twenty-five degrees You'd squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please My intellectual properties are about the size of Greece Your counselor advised you not to speak My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better Even though it sort of irked me" He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination But he felt he was at its mercy Which explains my point perfectly and certainly reinforces The reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me Couldn't understand what I mean by ill Unless you try to translate what I print to film This is the line, the reel, the circle of time The cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied And personifies dry humor of cum laude alumni A wise man sees failure as progress A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic And loses his soul in the process Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content My style is masterful, multilateral I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel Words of scorn are a disastrous tool From an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two My attitude is fucked up but admirable Different methods interpreted into different forms From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms Not just spitting a poem, there’s much more involved There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve Forty-eight orders of mechanical laws And rays of creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars Maybe I am self-absorbed But that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was Permitting you heard of Beelzebub A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club With the DJ doing the needle rub Chances are you'll never see me son Yeah I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump Where you get conceited from? I'm so nice on the mic they wanna beat me up It's deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough Really unbelievable stuff There's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck I should leave this rap shit alone And kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home My imagination is my own The liberty to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone With a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the Enneagram And become "Can-I Millenium Man" Engrave my back with the emperor's stamp Been spitting scientific rap since the 17th century began Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam are bland and heretics hang Every warrior has an axe to bury But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary I said to myself, "Germaine, this is insane It's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain" I fought to regain control of the plane, but went up in a ball of flames And got banned from the Hip-Hop hall of fame For two bars I kept hearing in my head Over and over again, it cost me everything I'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake Where people create language that pretends to communicate Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes But its a byproduct of the ghetto music we make From an extroverted point of view I think its too late Hip Hop has never been the same since '88 Since it became a lucrative profession There's a misconception that a movement in any direction is progression Even though the potency of it lessens Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store Ever since the confluence of Moore's Law But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob To the right full throttle and added panache Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth? That's like me telling myself, "Don't tell me what to do" Dialyses and analyses of battle MCs Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical I can understand how it makes you miserable You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me Or why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys "Canibus why don't you speak to me?" Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me That's why I said it so vehemently You need to replace the hate with respect I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate You might also like[Outro — James Dickey sample] Generally I take... I go with the given, you know, with what comes ta me over, the celestial wireless... Whenever it comes. You’re lucky when you get it7

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Change Clothes

JAY-Z

[Intro: JAY-Z & Pharrell] Wooo! Uh, uh, bounce is back Uhh, uh-uh uh uh, geyeah, uh, your boy is back (Sexy, sexy) I know y'all missed the bounce You need to bounce for the sexy, y'know? Hah, haha, uh, let's get it in [Verse 1: JAY-Z] Yeah ma, your dude is back, the Maybach Coupe is back Tell the whole world the truth is back You ain't gotta argue about who can rap 'Cause the proof is back, just go through my raps (New York, New York!) Yeah, where my troopers at? Where my hustlers, where my boosters at? I don't care what you do for stacks I know the world glued your back to the wall You gotta brawl, do that I been through that, been shot at, shoot back Gotta keep a peace like a Buddhist I ain't a New Jack; nobody gon' Wesley Snipe me It's less than likely, move back Let I breathe, Jedi Knight The more space I get the better I write Oh, never I write, but if ever I write I need the space to say whatever I like, now just You might also like[Chorus: JAY-Z & Pharrell] Change clothes, and go You know I stay fresh to death, a boy from the projects And I'ma take you to the top of the globe, so let's go So let's exchange numbers and go And girl I promise you no substitutes It's just me [Verse 2: JAY-Z] And I ain't gon' tell you again, let's get ghost in the Phantom You can bring your friend, we can make this a tandem Or you can come by yourself if you can stand him Best believe, I sweat out weaves Give Afro Puffs like R.A.G.E Aww you get if could move it Back it on up like a U-Haul truck Then run and tell them ducks you heard Hovi new shit He and the boy Phar-real make beautiful music He is to the East coast what Snoop is To the West Coast, what 'Face is to Houston Young Hov' in the house is so necessary No bra with that blouse, that's so necessary No panties and jeans, that's so necessary Now why you fronting on me, is that necessary? Do I, to you, look like a lame Who don't understand a broad with a mean shoe game Who's up on dot dot dot and Vera Wang Ma are you insane? Let's just (What you want me to do?) [Chorus: JAY-Z & Pharrell] Change clothes, and go You know I stay fresh to death, a boy from the projects And I'ma take you to the top of the globe, so let's go So let's exchange numbers and go And girl I promise you, no substitutes It's just me [Break: Pharrell & JAY-Z] Ha ha! Sexy sexy, ha ha! Sexy sexy (It's so necessary ma) Ha ha! Sexy sexy (Woo, that's right, it's a groove) Ha ha! Sexy sexy (Uh, uh, it's a groove, uh, bring it back) Ha ha! [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Young Hov' in the house, it's so necessary No bra with that blouse, that's so necessary No panties and jeans, that's so necessary Why you frontin' on me? Let's go to my hotel, cause this don't go well With those S. Dots, gotta stay fresh ma Ma, I don't shop where the rest buy Ho no ma, please respect my Jiggy this is probably Purple Label Or that BBC shit or it's probably tailored And y'all niggas actin' way too tough Throw on a suit, get it tapered up, and let's just: [Chorus: JAY-Z & Pharrell] Change clothes, and go You know I stay fresh to death, a boy from the projects And I'ma take you to the top of the globe, so let's go So let's exchange numbers and go And girl I promise you, no substitutes It's just me [Outro: Pharrell & JAY-Z] Ha ha! Sexy sexy (Uh, uh, WOO, sing along) Ha ha! Sexy sexy (yeah, uh.. turn your radio up) Ha ha! Sexy sexy (woo, put your hands in the air if you in the club) Ha ha! Sexy sexy (snap your fingers now, uh, woo!) Ha ha! (Your boy is back, uh-huh, uh, uh) (The bounce is back, uh, uh woo!) (Uh, Young is back, hahahaha - PEACE!!!)16

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Opposite of Adults

Chiddy Bang

[Intro] Fresh kid Z, fresh kid C (Yes, sir) Fresh kid P, fresh kid T (Oh yeah, we back) Oh, and Xaphoon, by the way (Yeah, Jones) Yeah, Chiddy Bang And we pretty much amazing (Can we hear your new song, please?) I got you... [Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party [Verse 1] Remember you was a kid, reminisce days of the innocence Now it's Chiddy Bang, google me the images Follow me, follow me, I'm the leader And when I park cars, I don't pay for the meter I remember I was younger, as a kid it was the best I used touch to on all the pretty girls at recess I'm at my peak, yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal aisle, I need Chex I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band, show you how the guitar feel And I could care less how y'all feel I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel This is that good "Just puff it and relax, bro" And you can get it free, don't worry about the tax though And Xaphoon, thank you for the crack But I play a Ron Burgundy, I anchor on the track like that You might also like[Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party I'm never growin' up [Verse 2] Can I please get a little bit of knowledge? Somebody tell Roth that I don't love college 'Cause the real world's kinda like Real World And it's drama, so you are Svetlana And I'm just a rhymer, swimming in the water Tryna dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot Where you at, pretty lady? Show me what you got They say, "Why you rapping for the kids for?" I say, "My clothes come fitted, the Lids store" This summer you can catch me on a big tour I'm high grade, I think they need to quiz more And let me get wit' ya, don't let the kid hit ya I'm the photo album Voletta has, big picture The rule is, the dude is So up, so Chuck, I'm a cool kid [Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party I'm never growin' up [Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party I'm never growin' up40

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Maybach Music

Rick Ross

[Intro] Heh, what is this? (Maybach Music) I like this Maybach Music (Sweet!) Hahahaha Come and take a ride Come and take a, come and take a ride [Interlude: Rick Ross] Billionaire, yayo (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 57, yes, yes, good for a D-Boy Hand my MAC-11 to the engineer to record Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowin' weed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Columbia to Mexico, I figured was a better route Look at me, a model now, models and them bottles 'round A Blood holla, "Ballin,'" but the boys in blue, they shot 'em down Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted Cause the niggas I employed name synonymous with mayhem Instrumentals that are mental, Maybach kind of mental 400 off the lot, the block is monumental (Boss) Some things your money can't buy Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride In the rear, so many instruments I hear Tucked behind curtain, no sign to fear I'm higher than a lear, this Maybach music Designer shit I wear, make hoes lose it (Boss) Close your eyes and inhale the smoke It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga By an ounce, take a toke Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote Boss! See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Interlude: Jay-Z] It's Young! Hahahah, fuck it then [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Black Maybach, white seats, black pipin' Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fightin' You know, "The Girl Is Mine" Life's a bitch, so the whole world is mine The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rothkos I'm a major player, 40/40's in Vegas at the Palazzo They said it was not so Certain things your money can't buy Like being this fly, 'til then, I'm just gon' ride I'm like G Rap with better transportation On the road to the riches, reach my final destination In the lear, closer to Aaliyah, say a prayer Hope I get to see her when I disappear from here, baby, yeah But I don't see the endin' through these millionaire lenses Just the two M's on the emblem The partition roof, translucent and humidor Refrigerators, where Ace of Spades or two I store True story, my closet is like two stories Straight to the happy endin', cause I don't do stories Shawn Corey, real rap The Maybach is bananas—peel back [Interlude: Jay-Z] Hahahah, you feel that? Young, c'mon [Chorus: Jay-Z] Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach 8-track episodes, been doin' this since way back Since way back, since way back 8-track episodes, been doin' this since way back Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach 8-track episodes, been doin' this since way back Since way back, since way back 8-track episodes, been doin' this since way back [Interlude: Rick Ross] Boss, can't be stopped now We got too much cake [Verse 3: Rick Ross] They pinchin' pennies, while I'm musclin' for mills And that muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack crab and lobsters Not all mobsters imposters, gotcha Boy, I got a eagle view, standin' on my balcony Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me I bulletproofed the Maybach, got a killer's intuition Holdin' on that MAC-11, Makaveli premonition Waitin' on my Suge Knight, one nation under God Since I chose a thug's life, guess I gotta play my part Never will I die, my name symbolized The hustle for young killers coming from the other side Some things your money can't buy Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride I'm large, my black car, menagin' black broads Massage for frauds, I'm livin' large, my fat rocks It's eat to kill in the field of hip-hop Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped I'm the boss2

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Maybach Music II

Rick Ross

[Intro] J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music [Verse 1: Kanye West] Martin, Louie the King Jr Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you If B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone With the Grey Poupon, anything 'Ye poop on Will explode, 'cause I am the shit, and this is my commode Uh-oh, there they go Talking 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight I just remembered that my limelight extra bright I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke We know who not getting no sex tonight And a lap dance'd probably be a blessin', right? So all the shit you talking dead, coffin Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus Well, who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's! See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music [Interlude: Rick Ross] Boss! [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium Used to be the Oldsmo, hoes call it oh-lo Now I got so many horses, bitches call me Polo 57, 62, tell me how you wanna move Yeah, you know I got them both, beat your ass black and blue (Yeah!) I was barely gettin' pretty women Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender nigga Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner So what the fuck is you telling me other than your gender? I'm a boss, and I'm ridin' like a small Vogue Niggas make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off Yeah! Ross! [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music [Interlude: Lil Wayne] Well, all right! Hehehe [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic I'm on my feet like Tough-Actin' Tinactin I'm running this shit, you should try tackling Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks And then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's it Maybach Music! [Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (Yeah!) Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (Young Mula, baby!) Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh (Oww!) You gotta see it (Hey!) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music12

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Heavy

Gucci Mane

[Intro] Gucci (Gucci) What's up, Corey? Back in the trap Heavy, real heavy, it's so heavy Heavy, real heavy Gucci Gucci (Gucci, Gucci) (Go!) [Chorus] Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy (Yeah) Somebody help me, my neck hurt, my chain heavy (Brr, brr, brr) Heavy, dough heavy, flow heavy Gucci bag full of cash, it's so heavy (Gucci) Lessen, I can't let it, I go get it My ego gettin' too big, it's too heavy (Ow, ow) My head gettin' too big, it's so heavy (Ow, ow) Somebody help me to tote this cash, it's too heavy Heavy [Verse 1] My bitch say every time she look up, I'm about to do a cook-up I told her if she know like I know, she would shut the fuck up (Fuck) Introduced Cola to soda and I said, "Y'all need to hook up" (Skrrt) I pimp that white girl like a motherfuckin' hooker (Skrrt) I took three hundred out my stash and I went and bought a Phantom (Wow) I need some toilet paper, I'm the shit in East Atlanta On a ninety day tour, so my niggas really miss me (Yeah) I couldn't kick it with 'em, so I took my whole hood with me (Gucci) And I just got out of jail, yeah, they tried to Michael Vick me (Yeah) I gave my lawyer half a mill' and told him, "Come and get me" (Yeah) I'm not with G-Unit, but this drum here cost me fifty (Brr) This chain another fifty, that's a hundred on you snitches See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus] Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy (Yeah) Somebody help me, my neck hurt, my chain heavy (Brr, brr, brr) Heavy, dough heavy, flow heavy Gucci bag full of cash, it's so heavy (Gucci) Lessen, I can't let it, I go get it My ego gettin' too big, it's too heavy (Ow, ow) My head gettin' too big, it's so heavy (Ow, ow) Somebody help me to tote this cash, it's too heavy Heavy [Verse 2] I'm so confused, don't have a clue, man, what to do? Should I rob him or should I serve him? You know the rules I keep Miami heat, got more straps than a gun show Run up on the kid, I'll have you mourning like Alonzo Try me if you want to, I'll send my shooters pronto (Go) I know you'll die, but hell or heaven, don't know where you're gonna go Run up on me wrong, try your luck 'cause I don't think so (No) This four-four that I tote'll leave a hole size of a pothole (Wow) Yeah, I got amigo, but they don't bring me taco Only bring me kilos, but keep that on the D-low I'm gettin' my tip fade cut, Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals Wish a nigga would run up on me like I'm Brisco [Chorus] Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy (Yeah) Somebody help me, my neck hurt, my chain heavy (Brr, brr, brr) Heavy, dough heavy, flow heavy Gucci bag full of cash, it's so heavy (Gucci) Lessen, I can't let it, I go get it My ego gettin' too big, it's too heavy (Ow, ow) My head gettin' too big, it's so heavy (Ow, ow) Somebody help me to tote this cash, it's too heavy Heavy [Verse 3] I went and picked up me a hundred pack and I ain't even finished (Yeah) I'm rentin' this duplex in the six, I only use the kitchen (Skrrt) I'm insane with my grind-up post, yeah, I got big bags of smoke (Yeah) You fuck niggas don't call my phone unless you wanna buy some dope I got birds like Atlanta zoo, bitch, who are you? I got goons like a scary movie, yeah, that is true And I change cars like a rich white girl change shoes Gotta go, go get this lil' money, lil' cuz wanna deuce (Skrrt) And I was holdin' number thirty-two, 2002, you know it's true Bottom of Sun Valley juggin', me and Juice, you know the crew I got money stacked from last June, and I still ain't spent old bread If you want, I'll gladly pour some change on ya own head (Yeah) [Chorus] Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy (Yeah) Somebody help me, my neck hurt, my chain heavy (Brr, brr, brr) Heavy, dough heavy, flow heavy Gucci bag full of cash, it's so heavy (Gucci) Lessen, I can't let it, I go get it My ego gettin' too big, it's too heavy (Ow, ow) My head gettin' too big, it's so heavy (Ow, ow) Somebody help me to tote this cash, it's too heavy (Yeah) Heavy5

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Airplanes, Pt. 2

B.o.B

[Chorus: Hayley Williams] Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now, can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now [Post-Chorus: B.o.B, Hayley Williams] Dreaming Oh, oh-oh Of fallin' Dreamin' Oh, oh-oh Of fallin' Yeah (Yeah) [Verse 1: B.o.B] Let's pretend like it's '98 ('98) Like I'm eatin' lunch off of Styrofoam trays (Yeah) Tryna be the next rapper comin' out the A (A-Town) Hopin' for a record deal to ignore my pain, yeah Now let's pretend like I'm on the stage (Check) And when my beat drops, everybody goes insane (Woo) Okay, and everybody know my name (B.o.B) And everywhere I go, people wanna hear me sang (Come on) Oh, yeah, and I just dropped my new album On the first week, I did five-hunnid-thousand (Yes) Gold in the spring, and diamond in the fall (Okay) And then a world tour just to top it all off (Ah) And let's pretend like they call me the greatest (Yup) Sellin' out arenas with big-ass stages (Ow) And everybody loved me, and no one ever hated (Ha) Let's try to use imagination You might also like[Chorus: Hayley Williams, B.o.B] Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now (Wish right now,) wish right now (Wish right now) Wish right now (Wish right now,) can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now (Wish right now,) wish right now (Wish right now) Wish right now (Wish right now) [Verse 2: B.o.B] Okay Let's pretend like this never happened (Never) Like I never had dreams of bein' a rapper (Rapper) Like I didn't write raps up in all of my classes (Classes) Like I never used to run away into the blackness, now (Yeah) Let's pretend like it was all good (Good) Like I didn't live starin' in a notebook (Notebook) Like I did the things that I probably knew I should (Should) But I ain't have neighbors, that's why they call it hood (Hood) Yeah, now let's pretend like I ain't got a name (No) Before they ever called me B.o.B or a.k.a. Bobby Ray I'm talkin' back before the mixtapes (Cloud 9) Before the videos and the deals and the fame (Yeah) Before they ever once compared me to André (Three Stacks) Before I ever got on MySpace (Yeah) Before they ever noticed my face (Yeah), so let's just pretend And make wishes outta airplanes [Chorus: Hayley Williams, B.o.B] Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now (Wish right now,) wish right now (Wish right now) Wish right now (Wish right now,) can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? (Shooting stars) I could really use a Wish right now (Wish right now,) wish right now (Wish right now) Wish right now (Wish right now) [Bridge: B.o.B., Hayley Williams, Eminem, B.o.B & Eminem] And it seems like Yesterday it was just a dream But those days are gone They're just memories (Oh) And it seems like Yesterday it was just a dream But those days are gone All right [Verse 3: Eminem] Let's pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen Let's pretend things woulda been no different Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin They could blow 'way with the wind, "Marshall, you're never gonna make it Makes no sense to play the game, there ain't no way that you'll win." Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend And it wasn't time to move and schools weren't changin' again He wasn't socially awkward and just strange as a kid He had a father and his mother wasn't crazy as shit And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit "Fuck a talent show in the gymnasium, bitch!" "You won't amount to shit—quit daydreamin', kid!" "You need to get your cranium checked." "You're thinkin' like an alien It just ain't realistic." Now pretend They ain't just make him angry with this shit And there was no one he could even aim when he's pissed at And his alarm went off to wake him, but he didn't make it To the Rap Olympics, slept through his plane and he missed it He's gon' have a hard time explainin' to Hailie and Lainey These food stamps and this WIC shit, ‘cause he never risked shit He hoped, and he wished it, but it didn't fall in his lap So he ain't even here, he pretends that— [Chorus: Hayley Williams] Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now, can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like Shooting stars? I could really use a Wish right now, wish right now Wish right now [Outro: Hayley Williams] Oh, oh, oh, ooh Mm Ah Oh, oh, oh, ooh Mm69

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All About The Money

Gucci Mane

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm on my way to see my P.O I ain't talking about probation officer Talking about my P.O. box, they just sent me 3 million dollars (What the fuck that mean nigga?) All my hoes go to the beauty parlor Bought my ma a house today I'll buy my auntie one tomorrow I just left the Phantom lot I didn't do no paper work 300K, my paper work just like the New Boys "I'm a jerk " You bring your girl your feelings hurt Cause like R. Kelly "I'm a Flirt" I got work like babe and them, a Geto Boy like 'Face and them It ain't no mistaking him Hottest boys out Drake and him Me, Juiceman and Waka and them Ride around with choppers, pimp So how the hell you chop or flip you water bluffing water whimp Theres no limit to Gucci money just ask Silkk the Shock & them [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Burglar bars around the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the morning Later in the evening I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping I'm all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunning I'm all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunning See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2: Rick Ross] All about my money, nigga, run with my monopoly Money; my philosophy, cocaine on my property Yeah, that bitch a stripper, but there's so much she can offer me Gave me the connect, he send me 7 and say it's all for me Money build my confidence Shorty, show your competence Before I get another bitch, cause I be on some other shit Higher than a mothership Louis in my seven-tre Gucci in my other shit Gucci, pass the other clip Thirty rounds, them I'mma dip I can make a Hummer flip I can make a hundred flip- That's one Bahamas trip Make your mama strip I'm bout that dead pres' So for the bread I make you play a game of Simon Says [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Burglar bars around the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the morning Later in the evening I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping I'm all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunning I'm all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunning [Verse 3: Gucci Mane & Rick Ross] Like Batman and Robin we be flogging mobbing inside Aston Martins Beg your pardon Gucci darling More check than a check-o-slovin Whats your motherfucking problem? Ross and Gucci I'ma rob em How you gonna rob the robbers? These home boys got too much armor We got so much jewelry on We just make your vision dizzy Give your ass a charm and watch it make your fingers pissing Damnit boy I'm spilling Chrissy Ye Yellow bitches blowing kisses Ricky Ross about them digits On the stage or in the kitchen [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Burglar bars around the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the morning Later in the evening I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping I'm all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunning I'm all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunning3

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Sex In Crazy Places

Gucci Mane

[Pre-Chorus: Bobby V] I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom of the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] (Yo, yo) Let's do up in Disney at the Magic Kingdom You can tug on my Giuseppes and my Bagley Mischkas I'm a ba ba ba, I'm a bag of fun I'm a pro with them balls like And 1 Now lets go, Mexico that's where we next to go Do him like his momma, make him eat his vegetables Could call me a stage mom, boy you best to blow Or you could even call me Wanda cause I'm "ret ta go" You know I'm spoiled little daddy, stomps the floor We could do it on Fifth Ave in the Department store We could do it in Tokyo, we do it in Taiwan All my Harajuku girls say I am they icon [Pre-Chorus: Bobby V] I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom of the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing, girl See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Bobby V] Say we could do it anywhere (Crazy places) I wanna freak you anywhere (Crazy) We could do it anywhere (Crazy places) I wanna freak you anywhere (Crazy) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Don't compare me to your ex-man, baby, he a local Joker I'll take you to Six Flags and drill you on the roller coaster Call your girlfriends over, we can have a sleepover Buy your ass a Jeep so I can fuck you in your Range Rover Pictures in the nude, on the cruise, we gonna make the news Sex great, sex tape, ready for a YouTube Damn, it turn me on, we do it in your momma home Father long gone, but Gucci be your daddy, baby I can fly you anywhere, we can sex in crazy places Airports, train stations, going up the escalator At the Dome, on the 50, I'mma throw it, you da center When you hike it, I'mma spike it Girl, don't act like you don't like it [Pre-Chorus: Bobby V] I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom of the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing, girl [Chorus: Bobby V] Say we could do it anywhere (Crazy places) I wanna freak you anywhere (Crazy) We could do it anywhere (Crazy places) I wanna freak you anywhere (Crazy) [Verse 3: Trina] How bad you wanna do me on a scale of one to ten? You like the way I bend, now you asking where I've been If I'm doing him, now you starting that again? I don't wanna sex your friend, he don't got enough to lend Plus he was doing Lynn and she ain't nothing like amazing Her stuff run deep and he don't have a occupation I'm known across the nation, Trina's that chick Bow-legs, red bone, long hair, real thick Do me at my mama house? Nah, I don't think so I got too much class, but you can try San Pedro I need the biggest mansion, ocean backyard With the newest Maybach and inside a black card [Verse 4: Bobby V] Tonight, I'll touch you in ya favorite spot (oh yeah) Promise to get ya body so hot (we could do it anywhere) So baby, don't be scared, if they see us baby I don't care We could do it in the Gucci store Close down the mall girl you just don't know In front of the police, in front of yo daddy, girl it's you and me And I don't give a damn that's why they call me Bobby V [Pre-Chorus: Bobby V] I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom on the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing, girl [Chorus: Bobby V] Say we could do it anywhere (Crazy places) I wanna freak you anywhere (Crazy) We could do it anywhere (Crazy places) I wanna freak you anywhere (Crazy)6

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Kush Is My Cologne

Gucci Mane

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong I know kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong [Verse 1: Bun B] Got a swisher filled up with that one hitter quitter, bro Bubba for your troubles on the double itl'l get you bro Pass me the D's, light it up with ease In a cirle full of G’s, smoking on them trees Pass me a cigar, and i'm-a bust it down quick Pass me the purple, make sure that ho is round and thick Break it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it And you know it’s the bomb, soon as it get ignited Pimping I can’t even fight it, it's calling me to smoke So I fire up another square and take another toke I be damn near goin broke And my girl say I’m wrong, shit but [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong I know kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'm inhaling it, exhaling it, it makes me more intelligent I feel like I’m still mailing it or selling it, they smelling it Kush, purp, strong dro. What I need cologne for? They tried to send me to rehab but I said "No, no I won't go" Damn it's really loud, smelling like a whole pound Kush cologne, haze is her perfume Bubba kush for breakfast, with my Captain Crunch I smoke ten blunts before lunch Know that sounds like that’s too much I'm so high, I'm so in the sky, everybody know Marijuana is my fragrance, probably smell it on my clothes I smoke that bubonic sonic, I've been sipping gin and tonic You lil' boys is hooked on phonics, Gucci hooked on chronic, Sonny See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Gucci Mane] Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong I know kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong [Verse 3: E-40] I'm in this booch hella keyed (hella keyed, man, I'm sacked) Man I've been smoking hella weed (Hella tweed man, and I ain't talking about Twitter, man, I'm talking about tweed) Lick it twist back down Probably won't know how I go home Baby wanna suck my bone She gotta fuck me jeans on Fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on Fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on Anything holling a dane Tryin' get brain butIdon't know her name Looking at my chain Let me explain Kush, cocaine but I don't make it rain Gimme the gudda bitch, no extension Pay me up or pay me no attention Send a botch, like you send it Make her upload, all up in it Retirement plan, Booch you my pension Hater repellant, my brand new invention Everything that I say I meant it Rasied in the Bay where its’ so pimpin’ Raised in the Bay where it’s so pimpin’ Raised in the Bay where the bitches tempting [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong I know kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong [Verse 4: Devin the Dude] Kush is my cologne, I got many fragrances Shit gets so expensive but I hardly have to pay for shit Every puff is like a squirt, smell it all off in my shirt Coworkers give me compliments every time I go to work What kinda cologne you on? Dro is like my aftershave Have me feelin and smellin so good yo I don’t have to bathe But by all means, I must keep my balls clean Make sure my dicks legit then I go take care the small things And it all seems worth it 450's kinda steep but I deserve it Weed smell so loud that you think you heard that purp [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong I know kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong2

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Worst Enemy

Gucci Mane

[Intro] Listen to this track, bitch [Chorus] I’m my best friend, and I’m my worst enemy And no one else can hurt me unless I let them, is you feeling me? And misery loves company and I had my share of misery No mystery, my infamy got me in hip hop history First 2Pac died, then Biggie died, and that greatly impacted me Then history repeated itself through me and I made history (It’s Gucci) So I don’t turn around no more, I look at whats in front of me I’m focused on the future 'cause yesterday is history [Verse 1] A hard head makes a soft ass Guess your Ma didn't teach ya that Pick a spot to beef with me and that spot I will meet you at Well let me check my schedule I’m free Tuesday three weeks from now You bring your crew I bring my crew Just pick a time and side of town Zone 6 is my stomping ground But I guess you know that by now But everywhere you go you hear me That's why you're upset right now Bought a Phantom and a Lamb' but I’m in my 'Vette right now I raped the game without a rubber, bank accounts are pregnant now That day they tried to murder me, a day I can’t forget about And I don't wish no death on homie Just want him to hear me out Think about the past and all the many things we talked about Think of all the people influenced by what comes out our mouth See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus] I’m my best friend, and I’m my worst enemy And no one else can hurt me unless I let them, is you feeling me? And misery loves company and I had my share of misery No mystery, my infamy got me in hip hop history First 2Pac died, then Biggie died, and that greatly impacted me Then history repeated itself through me and I made history So I don’t turn around no more, I look at whats in front of me I’m focused on the future 'cause yesterday is history [Verse 2] I am not the perfect person May don’t spit the perfect verses I wouldn’t hurt a girl on purpose 'cause I feel they don’t deserve it I admit my words can hurt, I dissed Tiny she didn’t deserve it Our song didn’t interpret it right and I’m sorry for it T.I. many times encouraged, told me face the game with courage Clay gave me some great advice and still today I thankful for it Me, Jeezy, and T.I share one thing in common: all are poets Role model to young people tho at times man we still ignore it And y’all gon owe respect to me and I don’t like apologies Just diss me 'til you satisfied I swear it doesn’t bother me Sticks and stones will break my bones and bullets won't reflect off me But words and insults only show the world how y'all respectin' me [Chorus] I’m my best friend, and I’m my worst enemy And no one else can hurt me unless I let them, is you feeling me? And misery loves company and I had my share of misery No mystery, my infamy got me in hip hop history First 2Pac died, then Biggie died, and that greatly impacted me Then history repeated itself through me and I made history (It’s Gucci) So I don’t turn around no more, I look at whats in front of me I’m focused on the future 'cause yesterday is history [Verse 3] All my homies ain’t my homies Half friends no longer want me I'm still hungry as I was when I did my first live performance Things I got I know they want it Things I done, they haven’t done it Though they say that they my friends I know that these niggas opponents We can joke and laugh and party But I know their smiles are phony But I still pray that the Lord give 'em all the things they wanted All the money in the world can’t get the joy I’m felling, homie Like the third day with a woman like you and not for your money You can help someone and love someone but still they'll turn and burn you So I warn you in advance, watch out cause so called friends will con you Think MJG said it best man will I ever know Who my friends through thick and thin, cause so called friends will turn to foes [Chorus] I’m my best friend, and I’m my worst enemy And no one else can hurt me unless I let them, is you feeling me? And misery loves company and I had my share of misery No mystery, my infamy got me in hip hop history First 2Pac died, then Biggie died, and that greatly impacted me Then history repeated itself through me and I made history (It’s Gucci) So I don’t turn around no more, I look at whats in front of me I’m focused on the future 'cause yesterday is history2

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It Ain’t Hard to Tell

Nas

[Produced by Large Professor] [Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin' ‘Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell You might also like[Verse 3] This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot Vocals will squeeze Glocks MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell124

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Memory Lane (Sittin’ In Da Park)

Nas

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Aight, fuck that shit! Word, word Fuck that other shit, y'know what I'm sayin'? We gonna do a lil somethin' like this Y'know what I'm sayin'? (Stay up on that shit) Keep it on and on and on and on and Know'm sayin'? Big Nas Grand Wizard, God, what is it? (It's like...) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, go ahead and rip that shit, dun! [Verse 1] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite, money-wise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes Murderous night times and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strapped With my peeps that's into drug money market interact No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to cee-lo With side-bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace, God!) Peace, God! Now the shit is explained I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that, y'all... You might also like[Chorus] "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" [Verse 2] One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars I rap divine, God Check the prognosis — is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis; my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44 I let blow And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin' for somethin' — some'll prosper, some fail Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails that's real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "Peace!" I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin Yo, fuck, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane [Chorus] "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" [Outro: DJ Premier scratching] "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is..." "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is..." "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is..." "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is..." "Me number one, and you know where me from"87

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One Time 4 Your Mind

Nas

[Produced by Large Professor] [Intro: Nas + Grand Wizard] Yeah, it's Illmatic Yeah Yeah, it's Illmatic Yeah Yeah, it's Illmatic Haha, haha, check it [Chorus 1: Grand Wizard + Nas] One time 4 your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time Yo, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time A-yo, Nas What up, pah? Kick that fuckin' rhyme! Check it out! [Verse 1: Nas] When I'm chillin', I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin' and rootin' for the villain, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies After bein' blessed by the herb's essence I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexin' Keep lubrication, Lifestyle protection Pickin' up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck — rockin' the shit, G I try to stay mellow, rock, well, a cappella rhymes'll Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella Go get your crew, hops, I'm prepared to bomb troops Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin' shorty wop Known for rockin' microphones and twistin' off a 40 top You might also like[Chorus 2: Grand Wizard + Nas] One time 4 your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time It sound clever A-yo, Nas, fuck that, man, that shit was phat But kick that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that! Right, right [Verse 2: Nas] What up, niggas? How y'all? It's Nasty, the villain I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides that, I'm chillin' I'm tryin' to get this money, God — you know the hard times, kid Shit, cold, be starvin' make you wanna do crimes, kid But I'mma lamp ‘cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Niggas catchin' 3-to-9's, Muslims yellin' "Free the mind!" And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places As a kid, when I would say that outta town, niggas chased us But now I know the time, got a older mind, plus control a 9 Fine, see, now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me Heini Dark drinker, represent the thinker My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights, then inhale, it stimulates Floatin' like I'm on the North 95 Interstate Never plan to stop, when I write, my hand is hot And expand the lot from the Wiz to Camelot The parlayer, I'll make your heads bop, pah I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I've raided I hold a MAC-11, and attack a reverend I contact eleven L's and max in heaven [Chorus 3: Grand Wizard + Nas] One time 4 your mind, one time It sounds clever One time 4 your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time Yo, from '92 to '99 [Outro] Yeah, that shit was crazy phat, pah Know what I’m sayin'? But check it, you got another verse for me I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'? Kick that shit for the projects, know what I'm sayin'?49

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All I Do Is Win

DJ Khaled

[Intro: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] DJ Khaled, hey! Yeah, We The best! [Chorus: T-Pain | Ludacris] All I do is win, win, win, no matter what (What) Got money on my mind, I can never get enough ('Nough) And every time I step up in the building everybody hands go up And they stay there (There) And they say, "Yeah!" (Yeah!), and they stay there (Up, down, up, down, up, down) 'Cause all I do is win (Win), win (Win), win And if you goin' in put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there (Yeah, listen, Luda!) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Ludacris goin' in on the verse 'Cause I never been defeated and I won't stop now (Woo) Keep your hands up, get 'em in the sky For the homies that didn't make it and my folks locked down (Woo) I never went nowhere (No), but they sayin' "Luda's back" (Yeah) Blame it on that conjure (Haa!), the hood call it Luda 'gnac (Ahh!) And I'm on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flow (Flow) My hands go up and down (Down), like strippers' booties go (Wooo!) My verses still be servin' (Yup), tight like a million virgins (Yup) Last time on the Khaled remix, now I'm on the original version (Yah!) Can't never count me out (No), y'all better count me in (Yo) Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in (Woo) Make millions every year (Yeah) the South's champion (Yeah) 'Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I, all I do is You might also like[Chorus: T-Pain | Ludacris | Rick Ross] All I do is win, win (Ayy), win, no matter what (Wooo) Got money on my mind, I can never get enough ('Nough) And every time I step up in the building everybody hands go up And they stay there (There) And they say, "Yeah!" (Yeah!), and they stay there (Up, down, up, down, up, down) 'Cause all I do is win (Win), win (Win), win (Who?) And if you goin' in (Boss) put your hands in the air (Boss), make 'em stay there [Verse 2: Rick Ross | DJ Khaled | both] Swervin' in my lo-lo, head on the swivel You know serving me's a no-no Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce Yellow bone passenger, they see it they say, "Oh boy", tell Khaled "Back it up" My niggas call me loco, down for armed trafficking Don't make me pull that fo'-fo', ask you what you laughing at (What?) Represent that mud life (Mud life) Dirty money bitch you better get yo' mud right (Mud right) We come together holdin' hands and holla "Thug life" ("Thug Life") We all strapped in all black, it's like fuck life (Fuck life), all we do is win! You ridin' to what (What) 'cause we ridin' tonight (Tonight) Now she ridin' with me 'cause you wasn't ridin' her right, Ross! [Chorus: T-Pain] All I do is win, win, win, no matter what (What) Got money on my mind, I can never get enough ('Nough) And every time I step up in the building everybody hands go up And they stay there (There) And they say, "Yeah!" (Yeah!), and they stay there (Up, down, up, down, up, down) 'Cause all I do is win (Win), win (Win), win And if you goin' in put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove Water gettin' boiled, dope being sold Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload I been runnin' this rap game since I was twenty years old (What? What?) I hung with the worst of 'em, bust 'til I burst 'em up Floss 'em up, toss 'em up, Hardaway, cross 'em up Pardon me, I'm bossin' up, pressure up, bless you, bruh Don't mess with us, we like the U in the 80's Back to back, set a trap, hit the lick, hit it back Hit the trick, jump the track, bitch, I want my money back Time and time again while I'm sippin' on this gin Al Davis said it best, "Just win baby, win" [Chorus: T-Pain] All I do is win, win, win, no matter what (What) Got money on my mind, I can never get enough ('Nough) And every time I step up in the building everybody hands go up And they stay there (There) And they say, "Yeah!" (Yeah!), and they stay there (Up, down, up, down, up, down) 'Cause all I do is win (Win), win (Win), win And if you goin' in put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there45

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Like Toy Soldiers

Eminem

[Intro] Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down... [Chorus] Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers [Verse 1] I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never supposed to show it My crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe-to-toe with a Benzino It don't matter, I never drag 'em in battles that I can't handle 'Less I absolutely have to, I'm supposed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em That Ja shit, I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross, and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, the shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted And I'm so caught in it, I almost feel I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it That was never my object, for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy somethin' I helped build? It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' **** And that was just outta respect, for not runnin' my mouth And talkin' about somethin' that I knew nothin' about Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth While he's all over TV, down-talkin' the man Who literally saved my life, like fuck it, I understand This is business, and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowin' the shit could pop off at any minute, 'cause— You might also like[Chorus] Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers [Verse 2] There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme and Wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' But now it's elevated, 'cause once you put someone's kids in it The shit gets escalated—it ain't just words no more, is it? It's a different ballgame, you call names and you ain't just rappin' We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin' Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it, 50, smash him! Mash on him, let him have it Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'? Well, fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too, fuck him then! But I'm so busy bein' pissed off, I don't stop to think That we've just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc. And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind We still have soldiers that's on the front line Who's willin' to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us And maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus To show 'em we love 'em back and let 'em know how important It is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Than to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all 'fore I let it go any further But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin' I'm just willin' to be the bigger man, if y'all can quit poppin' Off at the jaws, well, then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin' I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'Cause— [Chorus] Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers221

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Live Your Life

T.I.

[Sample (over intro)] Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha [Intro: T.I.] Ay... this a special what's happenin' to all my All my soldiers over there in Iraq E'rybody right here What you need to do is be thankful for the life you got, y'knowmsayin? Stop lookin' at what you ain't got Start bein' thankful for what you do got Let's give it to 'em baby girl, hey [Chorus: Rihanna & (T.I.)] You're gonna be, a shinin' star In fancy clothes, and fancy cars And then you'll see, you're gonna go far 'Cause everyone knows, just who ya are-are (Rihanna, let's get it) So live your life (AYY!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy You steady chasin' that paper Just live your life (OHH!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy Ain't got no time for no haters Just live your life (AYY!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy No tellin' where it'll take ya Just live your life (OHH!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy 'Cause I'm a paper chaser See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Post-Chorus: Rihanna] Just livin' my life (AYY) my life (OHH) My life (AYY) my life (OHH) Just livin' my life (AYY) my life (OHH) My life (AYY) my life (OHH) just livin' my life [Verse 1: T.I.] Hey, never mind what haters say, ignore 'em 'til they fade away Amazing they ungrateful after all the game I gave away Safe to say I paved the way for you cats to get paid today You'd still be wastin' days away now had I never saved the day Consider them my protege, homage I think they should pay Instead of bein' gracious, they violate in a major way I never been a hater, still, I love 'em in a crazy way Some say they sold the yay' you know they couldn't get work on Labor Day It ain't that black and white, it has an area the shade of gray I'm Westside anyway, even if I left today and stayed away Some move away to make a way, not move away cause they afraid I brought back to the hood, and all you ever did was take away I pray for patience but they make me wanna melt they face away Like I once made 'em spray, now I could make 'em put the K's away Been thuggin' all my life, can't say I don't deserve to take a break You'd rather see me catch a case and watch my future fade away [Chorus: Rihanna] You're gonna be, a shinin' star In fancy clothes, and fancy cars And then you'll see, you're gonna go far 'Cause everyone knows, just who ya are-are (Rihanna, let's get it) So live your life (AYY!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy You steady chasin' that paper Just live your life (OHH!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy Ain't got no time for no haters Just live your life (AYY!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy No tellin' where it'll take ya Just live your life (OHH!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy 'Cause I'm a paper chaser [Post-Chorus: Rihanna] Just livin' my life (AYY) my life (OHH) My life (AYY) my life (OHH) Just livin' my life (AYY) my life (OHH) My life (AYY) my life (OHH) just livin' my life [Verse 2: T.I.] I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with The spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics Articulate, but still I'll grab a nigga by the collar quick Whoever havin' problems with their record sales just holler Tip If that don't work and all else fails then turn around and follow Tip I got love for the game, but ay I'm not in love with all of it Could do without the fame, and rappers nowadays are comedy The hootin' and the hollerin', back and forth with the arguin' Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in Seems as though you lost sight of what's important when depositin' Them checks into your bank account, and you up out of poverty Your values is a disarray, prioritizin' horribly Unhappy with the riches cause you're piss poor morally Ignorin' all prior advice and forewarnin' And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden, aren't we? [Chorus: Rihanna] You're gonna be, a shinin' star In fancy clothes, and fancy cars And then you'll see, you're gonna go far 'Cause everyone knows, just who ya are-are (Rihanna, let's get it) So live your life (AYY!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy You steady chasin' that paper Just live your life (OHH!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy Ain't got no time for no haters Just live your life (AYY!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy No tellin' where it'll take ya Just live your life (OHH!) Ayyy ayyy ayyy 'Cause I'm a paper chaser [Post-Chorus: Rihanna] Just livin' my life (AYY) my life (OHH) My life (AYY) my life (OHH) Just livin' my life (AYY) my life (OHH) My life (AYY) my life (OHH) just livin' my life [Bridge: Rihanna] Got everybody watchin' what I do, come walk in my shoes And see the way I'm livin' if you really want to Got my mind on my money And I'm not goin' awayyyyyyy So keep on gettin' your paper, and keep on climbin' Look in the mirror, and keep on shinin' (shinin') Until the game ends, 'til the clock stop We gon' post up on the top spot Livin' the life, the life In the Windmill City got my whole team with me The life, my life I do it how I wanna do I'm livin' my life, my life I will never lose I'm livin' my life, my life And I'll never stop it [Sample] Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha-ha [Outro: Just Blaze] So live your life33

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Area Codes

Ludacris

[Chorus: Nate Dogg] I've got hoes, I've got hoes In different area codes (Area), area codes (Codes) Hoes! Hoes, hoes, in different area codes (Area) Area codes (Codes) Hoes! [Verse 1: Ludacris & Nate Dogg] Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4? I'm worldwide, bitch, act like y'all don't know It's the abominable ho man Globe-trot International post man Neighbour-dick dope man 7-1-8's, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states I-O-U's 9-0-1, matter of fact 3-0-5 I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumpin' your bones 3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (Oh) 2-1-5's, 8-0-tree's (Oh) Read your horoscope and eat some hors d'oeuvres 10 on pump one; these hoes is self serve 7-5-7, 4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I've got hoes, I've got hoes In different area codes (Area), area codes (Codes) Hoes! Hoes, hoes, in different area codes (Area) Area codes (Codes) I've got hoes! See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Verse 2: Ludacris & Nate Dogg] Now every day is a ho-ly day, so stop the violence and put the 4-4 away Skeet, shoot a ho today 5-0-4, 9-7-2's 7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do? You checkin' out the scene? I'm checkin' a ho tonight With perpendicular, vehicular ho-micide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 (Hey) Too much green, too much fun (Hey) I bang cock in Bangkok Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot, think not I'm the Thrilla in Manila, schlong in Hong Kong Pimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slanging this dick like a New Jack, biatch [Verse 3: Nate Dogg] Is it 'cause they like my gangsta walk? Is it 'cause they like my gangsta talk? Is it 'cause they like my handsome face? Is it 'cause they like my gangsta ways? Whatever it is, they love it and they just won't let me be I handle my biz, don't rush me, just relax and let me be free Whenever I call (I call), come runnin' 2-1-2 or 2-1-3 You know that I ball (I ball), stop frontin' Or I'll call my substitute freak (Hoes) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I’ve got hoes, I’ve got hoes In different area codes (Area), area codes (Codes) Hoes! Hoes, hoes, In different area codes (Area) Area codes (Codes) I’ve got hoes! [Outro: Ludacris] 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4 Shout out to the 2-0-6 Everybody in the 8-0-8 Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4 3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-8-1's 3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya Uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0-tree 8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1 9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0 7-0-8, 5-0-2 Hoes in different area codes, know that Southern Hoes-pitality, Northern Exhoes-ure Ha-ha, ho ridin' on the West coast Ya understand what I'm sayin'? Ho-cus pocus, you the dopest Hoes to the right, hoes to the left, 5 hoes this time Whoo! Ho no! The Hip-hop ho-ller-coaster, that's what we on right now Ha-ha, no need to get all ho-stile Def Jam South baby, Disturbing Tha Peace Jazze Pheezy, Uncle Face Ludacris, uh, hoes...[whistling] I'm sweating like a motherf14

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Anxiety

Black Eyed Peas

[Verse 1: will.i.am] I feel like I wanna smack somebody Turn around and bitch slap somebody But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no) I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no) Anxieties bash my mind in Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no) I won't lose control bro (no, no, no) Shackled and chained My soul feels stained I can't explain got an itch on my brain Lately my whole aim is to maintain And regain control of my mainframe My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane My train of thoughts more like a runaway train I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane In the rain and I might just hydroplane [Pre-Chorus: will.i.am] I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's I've been dealing with something that's worse than these That'll make you fall to your knees and that's [Chorus: Jacoby Shaddix] The anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoia's brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoia's brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety See Black Eyed Peas LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Verse 2: apl.de.ap] My head keeps running away, my brother The only thing making me stay, my brother But I won't give into it, bro (no, no, no) Gotta get myself back now God, I can't let my mind be Tell my enemy is my own Gots to find my inner wealth Gots to hold up my thoughts I can't get caught (no, no, no) I can't give into it now (no, no, no) Emotions are trapped set on lock Got my brain stuck goin through the motions Only I know what's up I'm filled up with pain Tryin' to gain my sanity Everywhere I turn, it's a dead end in front of me With nowhere to go, gotta shake this anxiety Got me feelin' strange, paranoia took over me And its weighin' me down And I can't run any longer, yo Knees to the ground [Pre-Chorus: will.i.am] I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's I've been dealing with something that's worse than these That'll make you fall to your knees and that's [Chorus: Jacoby Shaddix] High anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoia's brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoia's brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety [Instrumental bridge] [Pre-Chorus: will.i.am] I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's I've been dealing with something that's worse than these That'll make you fall to your knees and that's [Chorus: Jacoby Shaddix] The anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoia's brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoia's brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety6

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The Next Episode

Dr. Dre

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Kurupt] La-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E Yeah, yeah, yeah You know who's back up in this motherfucker What? What? What? What? So blaze the weed up then (Blaze it up, blaze it up!) Just blaze that shit up, nigga Yeah, 'sup, Snoop? [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress You might also like[Chorus: Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre & Kurupt] La-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!) What? What? What? What? La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G [Verse 2: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what? Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac (In the 'llac) With D.O.C. in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood South Central out to the West Side (West Side), it's California Love This California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on and my smoke on Then go home with somethin' to poke on ('Sup bitch?) Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin' real, it's the next episode [Outro: Nate Dogg] Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode Hey-hey-hey-hey Smoke weed every day [Produced by Dr. Dre]125

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Deadly Combination

Big L

[Intro: Ron G & 2Pac] Yes, indeed! It's the mix king Ron G! I got somethin' the world ain't ready for! New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta D.C., Detroit, New Orleans Y'all know the deal! Flavor! Hahahahahaha! Yeah, nigga Yeah, that's right Baby! That's how we do it [Verse 1: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me! I think niggas is tryna kill me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied wit' keepin' steel See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches They used to be real, but now they petrified bitches I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone! Bitches be warned — word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong And then it's on! Before I leave, picture me I'm spittin' at punk bitches, and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it! Niggas don't want it! You can get it! Bet it! Make these jealous niggas mad, I said it! This Thug Life, nigga! We don't cater to you hoes Fuck wit' me — have a hunnid muthafuckaz at yo' do' wit' .44's! You might also like[Interlude: 2Pac] Hahahahaha! Yeah, nigga! Thug Life [Verse 2: Big L] I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy just like Notorious B.I.G A Roc-A-Fella like Shawn Carter Wit' more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper/armed robber While y'all be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin' the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin' My lifestyle is far out Every week — bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out Uh! ‘Cause I keep C.R.E.A.M., I'm large on the street scene Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream [Outro: Big L & 2Pac] Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem's finest, yeah That nigga who hold it down for Uptown Hahahaha! That's how we do it out here on this underground real shit, nigga It's the heat, nigga! Now, rewind this muthafucka — you know you can't help it Deadly combination, bwoy!50

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My Life

The Game

[Intro: The Game] Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin' shit What you was gonna do? Kill me in my sleep, you bitch-ass nigga? 2Pac, Biggie – shut the fuck up! Fuckin' dogs, barkin' and shit (Don't shoot, don't shoot!) Fuck you, nigga! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [Verse 1: The Game] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain, suicide I'm from a windy city like Do or Die From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? ‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle I need some meditation so I can lead my people They askin', "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?" And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [Verse 2: The Game] We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution You see them 24s spinnin'? I earned 'em And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now And fuck Jesse Jackson, ‘cause it ain't about race now Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now And like M.J.B. no more drama now Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [Verse 3: The Game] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts Listenin' to the Chronic album, playin' backwards Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton) Made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood But it's real niggas like me that make the hood Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should With the top back, in my Sox hat I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that Even if they brought the nigga Pac back I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life48

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Never Change

JAY-Z

[Intro: JAY-Z] Never, never, never, never change Never change, this is Jay every day I never change I'll never change, this is Jay every day I never change Never change, this is Jay [Verse 1: JAY-Z] I am a Roc representer (Oh) Summer to winter (Oh), dead or alive (Uh) 24/7, three-sixty-five One CD or three hundred and sixty pies What's up to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours (Uh) We run streets like drunks run streetlights We collidin' with life as we speak We knee-deep in coke, we key-deep in ice We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke We all fish, better teach your folk Give him money to eat, the next week, he's broke 'Cause when you sleep, he's reachin' for your throat Word on the street, you reap what you sow Not out of fear, but love, love for the game Roc family first, we never change, man You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & JAY-Z] Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (I never change) Out hustlin', same clothes for days (I never change) I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change Who you know like Hov? (Never, never, never, never change) I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (I never change, that's right) Out hustlin', same clothes for days (I never change, c'mon) I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change [Verse 2: JAY-Z] What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects? (What up?) I'd never mention your name, I promise respect Death before dishonor, correct? Yup, that's what you promised me since the Bomber League Along with if we stay strong We can get paper longer than Pippen's arms (Woo) Plead the Fifth when it comes to the fam I'm like a dog, I never speak, but I understand Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war? Where your balls at? Woah, gotta pause that (Woah) Lost ninety-two bricks, had to fall back Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back Had A1 credit, got more crack From the first to the fifth, gave it all back If I'm not a hustler, what you call that? This is before rap ('Fore), this is all fact (Fact), I never change [Chorus: Kanye West & JAY-Z] Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (I never change) Out hustlin', same clothes for days (I never change, that's right) I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change Who you know like Hov? (Never, never, never, never change) I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (I never change) Out hustlin', same clothes for days (I never change, c'mon) I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change [Verse 3: JAY-Z] 'Fore the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly Well, fuck y'all, I needed money for Atari Was so young, my big sis still playin' with Barbie Young brother, big city, eight million stories Old heads taught me, "Youngin, walk softly" Carry a big clip that'll get niggas off me Keep coke in coffee, keep money smellin' mothy Chains is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees (Uh) That's how it is now (Uh), that's how it always be (Uh) I never change, this is always me From the womb to the tomb, from now 'til my doom Drink Army from one cup, pass it around the room (That's a family, nigga) That's the ritual (Yup), Big Ran, I ain't forget you, fool And all that bullshit you tryin' to get through This is crew love, move music or move drugs Rival crews, get your black suits up, I'll never change [Chorus: Kanye West & JAY-Z] Never, never, never, never change I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (I never change, c'mon) Out hustlin', same clothes for days (I never change) I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change Who you know? (Never, never, never, never change) I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (I never change) Out hustlin', same clothes for days (I never change, c'mon) I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change [Outro: JAY-Z] This is Jay every day Who you know like Hov, nigga?23

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Toss It Up

2Pac

[Segue from "Hail Mary"] [Intro: 2Pac] The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin' war we got My other Capo in this big-ass Conglomerate called Death Row Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather And who we hear comin' through right now? Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati [Verse 1: 2Pac] Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supplied your phone number, I can't help but call Time for action, conversating, we relaxing, kicking back Got you curious for thug passion, now picture that Tongue-kissing, hand full of hair, look in my eyes Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise Me and you moving in the nude, do it in the living room Sweating up the sheets, it's the Thug in me I mean no disrespecting when I tongue-kiss your neck I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect? Late night, hit the highway, drop the top I pull over, getting busy in the parking lot And don't you love it how I lick your hips and glide? Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside Got you lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust I got the bedroom shaking, back-breaking When we're tossing it up You might also like[Verse 2: Danny Boy & JoJo] Feel this baby, I like the way it's going down When nobody's around, slip-slide ride Giving me that nice smile The thing I like, what I want to give all night You and me alone, everybody's gone, toss it up Baby let's get it on! I like the way you please me, baby The sexy way you tease me, shorty The way you move your body It really drives me crazy Your body's hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting So baby come on home with me I like the way you give it to me, baby [Chorus: Danny Boy & JoJo] I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up [Post-Chorus: Danny Boy & JoJo] Play on, play on, play on, play on Play on, play on, play on, play on Play on, play on, play on, play on Play on, play on, play on, play on [Verse 3: K-Ci & Aaron Hall] Oh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm, that want you lady Oh, don't act so shady Baby, your taste is fine as gravy The way you move that thing You make me wanna sing Girl, you make my bells ring Make them go ting-a-ling! Nasty man, I'm here again Don't want it to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady, lady Your body the kind I like, a Big booty, titillating delight Back it up, yo, let me in there Toss it up for me [Chorus: K-Ci & Aaron Hall] I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up I like the way you give it to me Let me see you toss it up So won't you play on [Verse 4: 2Pac] How do you want it? What's your phone number? I get around Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin' for paydays No longer Dre Day: arrivederci! Blown and forgotten, rotten for plotting child's play Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alizé Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move Cross Death Row, now who you gonna run to? Laugh at you suckers 'cause you similar Pretending to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature Screaming "Compton", but you can't return, you ain't heard? Brothers pissed 'cause you switched and escaped to the burbs Mob on to this new era, 'cause we untouchable Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushing you Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed Who can you trust? Only time reveals Toss it up [Outro: 2Pac, K-Ci & Aaron Hall] On and on, yeah, and on Let me see you toss it up (Toss it up) Won't you toss it up (Yeah, no doubt) Won't you toss it up, yeah (Let me see you toss it up) Play on player, play on Yeah (Let me see you toss it up) Let me see you toss it up How can some non-players do a song about tossing it up And then want to do a player song? (You so fat, you and Lil' Kim need a weight scale to lay down in bed We are not little kids, you fat ass, you feelin' threatened) How can non-players do it? (You know who I'm talking bout) Teddy Riley, who? Puffy? who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touching us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street, boy It's on! Toss it up, we took you on And we took y'all beat (Toss it up) You know who beat we took, and we took y'all beat 'Cause you wasn't rocking it right! (Toss it up now) Tired of suckers rocking beats that don't belong to them, toss it up, it's on, it's out there now, it's our beat now Yeah, toss it up now!13

Gangsta Rap

Mighty Healthy

Ghostface Killah

[Intro] My God, so they are killers I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for blood Yeah, that's right They kill one man, or kill ten It's all the same (Yes) After all, they can only hang you once [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty Low down, blew off the burner, kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro Son's triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cycle and Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in' West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron Duels Turn nuns to Earths, Whoopi, she at Allah school Inhale break beats of Hell a-alikes propel parallel Duracell knot, you flashed a burnt cell Snap out of Candyland, kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune and shit, we never did Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land You god damn right I fuck fans, king me Check, checkmate, props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now You might also like[Bridge: Ghostface Killah] When we hug these mics we get busy (Busy) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (G-O-D) Make you snap your fingers or wiggle (Wiggle) Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle (Giggle) Shake that body, party that body Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying? [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us We lay low, glitter wax full bangles Priceless ropes, lay around the God, get tangled Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass Twelve men following me, it be the God staff Move, every script's like Miramax Smashed the big boy, totaled it, Wilshire and Fairfax Sun beamin', wifey on the beach sipping Zima Wu 'binos to Latinos, we love Selena Overnight, God schedules, FedEx Pretty silhouette, velvet nice, DNA scroll genetics Too hot to handle, one thought from scrambling the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid, stop fronting on the grounds 'fore you get touched It's Canada Dry sess with Allah, son We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry [Outro] For every blow, depends on breath control So it's the first thing you must learn Fortunately it's easy You'll soon learn My God, so they are killers Killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for blood My God, so they are killers My God— My God, so they are killers16

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Ransom

Drake

[Intro - Drake] Yeah It's Drizzy, baby You already know what it is It's the first time—I'm high, it's the first time I smoked in like 3 months I'm sorry, Mama, I had to do it to 'em 40 I see you O, I see you, homie I stayed late tonight, right? You know what happen when I stay late, haha Yeah Boi-1da! I swear, it's like this every single time Toronto, I got you I got us Yeah [Verse 1 - Drake] I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with When shit be going right, well, I just flip it to the wrong shit The team that I belong to, the artists I put on with Don't ever ask for nothing 'cause them niggas got their own shit Me and Weezy are like a mouth full of hot peppers Black Ferrari with the red seats, I call it "playing checkers" I'm never doing verses, I'm forever giving lectures If you trying to meet with money, I'll be happy to connect you Life is better than it's ever been Scheduling million-dollar meetings with the president Someone cut the lights on, where is Thomas Edison? Got a a new condo, watch me as I settle in I deserve a MTV show for me and my people And if you tryna zone, I got a whole Swisher Sweet full Rappers all liars and they women are deceitful Add until they subtract me, I'll never be your equal Last-Place Drizzy is the nigga in the lead now Weezy told me, "Just write every single thing you need down" And he got it for me, and I'm as happy can be now 'Bout to start balling like I'm coming off a rebound Yeah, and I should have the most bragging rights Because a nigga spit crack—bag it tight Hate when rappers say they tryna get their swagger right 'Cause I done came on more fire than a dragon fight Fuck you, pussy-ass hater, you should do you You ain't heard of me, then you should go and get a Blue's Clue Oops! I mean a red clue; Wayne's here, suu whoop Bet he felt that like the end of a pool cue But I ain't banging, I ain't waving no flag I'm ATF, but they ain't seeing no badge It's Heartbreak Drake, I hate to see 'em so sad I can son you, see a little me in your dad I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on Degrassi Can pocket 20 thousand to be anywhere they ask me Cash like Johnny, Banks like Ashley Burning like a Camel Light; stupid ho, ash me But don't ask me shit about me And know the game really ain't shit without me She might have to pay me, but I dick her down free Wanna know if it's the truth? Then pull the zipper down and see (No homo, though) See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Break: Lil Wayne] Yeah Um... I'm going in [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Drizzy, I got us, this is my promise I'ma bring that barrel to them bitches' eyeliners And what I make up would fuck up your skin I pick the buck up and buck-buck, then buck-buck again I would buttfuck your friend, then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him Then buck-buck and buck-buck and buck-buck again Suck nut, you duck, fuck your unloving kin Now, don't rub it in Like Lubriderm on a new tattoo, I had to Kick my princess up out my castle Dad, who? Never had that dude, always had a black tool Even when I was at school, 'cause bullies aren't bulletproof Red scarf, hoodie too, probably ain't as hood as you Stupid motherfucker, the only thing in the hood is you I do everything good as you; no, I do everything better I get paid for every letter, A-B-C, et cetera Fetch a bone, like a dog, motherfucker I am going for your neck in a sec Intercept, bring it back like work in a trunk And my exit coming up, yup, I am headed to the buck Like, buck-buck again! Might fly to L.A. and just fuck Karrine Nahh, fuck Karrine! Let's get bucks again And fucking spend them bucks, and then, just fuck Karrine If I told you, I'ma do it, I did it Got my city on my fitted, 'bout to pop it, let's get it Let's get it, motherfucker, what you waiting on? It is 'bout a minute past pissed and I'm about to get shitted I'm with it if money is the "it" you want me with And I probably just spit on the chick you want be with And I hate a bony bitch, only like 'em only thick And I own hip-hop; if you don't spit, I'm gon' evict And I just sold a lot of property to a buyer And I think his name was kinda like "Drake Drizzy Rogers" Or "Drizzy Drake Rogers," I'm too busy to play father And when it comes to the game, I'm too willing to play harder So harder, I go, there he go They chant "MVP" when I shoot a free throw C.E.O., Jaz, what it do? The haters on their face and in their ass is a shoe Faster than you, badder than you Radder than you, et cetera I told you, I get paid by the letter, like: "A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y" ZZ Top, yes, he rock And me and Drizzy both wrote on Detox That was just a footnote; how long can he could go? Wondering when he stop? Bitch, when the beat stop So I'ma keep rocking 'til the sheet rock bend Then, the heat I send burn skin [Outro: Lil Wayne] The end Young Mula, baby, ha25

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Da Graveyard

Big L

[Intro] It's the number one crew in the area! [Verse 1: Big L] The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense, gettin' men lynched Too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents 'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?! I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures, and harass them bitch-ass niggas! After you, your man'll get scarred next And if your squad flex, I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz A TEC-9 is my utensil Fillin' niggas with so much lead, they can use they dick for a pencil I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from New York to Canada 'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters And rappers I hit 'em well They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with me 'cause I give 'em Hell So don't try to front, troop When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect figures I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fuckin' neck, nigga! Not a role model, I'm a bad figure When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga! I got it locked like a warden Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack It ain't shit you can tell me Because bitches still jel' me without a motherfuckin' LP You might also like[Hook] It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" [Verse 3: Microphone Nut] Yo, I got a death wish That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip! So I can fill up this clip And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette And let 'em smoke the four-fifth Ah, fool! Ah, goodbye! No need to try to lie or cry It's time for motherfuckers to die Because to me, death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck Strap up a MAC — Clack! Clack! Motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats 'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose? From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard One-two, everybody's through The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer Please show me where the crack is at While they quarter crack the sack, I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks So I'm the one you should run from Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun [Verse 4: Jay-Z] The way I rock, no way you could stop I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot When I'm in the zone, better hold ya own 'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem Pound for p-p-pound the best around No way you can get up when I get down I shake, rattle and roll and wreck shit like none And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one Fuckin' A! Buckin' Jay! Ill with skill So ladies, step up — I get around like a wheel I'm never chokin' off chronic, skills are bionic Bitches are screamin' like Onyx Respect that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step Through your neighborhood, armed with nothin' but a rep I'm givin' these ladies somethin' they can feel 'cause I'm real Ya man get outta line, and it's kill-kill-kill-kill! [Hook] It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" [Verse 5: Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz] Yo, you step up and you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' niggas off the roof since you wanna be the Fall Guy So mess around, you'll be a dead man I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman 'Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck Chiggidy-check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck I'm lethal, eatin' people Not Jeffrey Dahmer, I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal So what'cha want? Yo, I'm strapped with the gats Step up — plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop A nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped! I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels I tell em' big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up! I stick and move! [Bridge: Big L] And that's how we do! So I.U., grab the gat and let loose [Verse 6: Grand Daddy I.U.] Yo, rat-tat-tat! I got the gat cocked Nigga be ghost, play the post? I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions I'll blow out a nigga's intestines! Better dip past quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your ass in a body cast And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony Niggas don't want no parts of me! Never passed up a fast buck Ask the last duck — his jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck! So what the fuck is you sayin', hops? I'm wanted for slayin' cops Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops! But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit! I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit Now your ass is just a holy ghost You tried to play me to the left You better put a target on your head 'Cause you're marked for death28

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Sunshine

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Yeah, yeah (Woo!) Ugh, alright, yeah, alright Ugh! [Verse 1] Fresh to def she is From her steps to her set she is So death might not let me live, ya dig? Fresh, uh-huh—yes, she is Had a feeling that it would be a day like this The orchestra in my mind, don't play like this, naw But I'm prepared for it, got a little rare for it Brushed off my Airs, even cut my hair for it 'Cause normally I don't care for it Don't even be looking for light like that, then there go it Yeah, right over there, so I prepared to pour it Little scared, my stare lowered, momma said have no fear Plus I'm already out of my chair Gather up my Airs on my square from here forward It's nothing, right So here go it, whispered in her ear It's kinda crowded in here, would she care to blow it And she said, "Yeah" [Chorus] You're my sunshine (You’re my sunshine) You're my moonlight (You’re my moonlight) You're the starry skies above me Won't you please come down and hug me Think I found love in this club tonight You might also like[Verse 2] Never met her before But I think I like her, like a metaphor—it's hard to get In the car we sit, from the intro She rolled down the window, just in case I was a schizo I compliment her on the common sense I'm calm, a little more confident Uh-huh, and then we lose consciousness She says that I've been waiting for you And I know you've been chasing me too Since they kidnapped me from a castle, I've been thinking of you I told a fire-breathing dragon he better not harm me Or be sorry when he meets my one man army And thou has come to rescue me My knight in shining armor, yes, you be Woken up by the horn of an SUV I said, "See? Too beautiful to let you sleep You're my sunshine" [Hook] You're my sunshine (You’re my sunshine) You're my moonlight (You’re my moonlight) You're the starry skies above me Won't you please come down and hug me Think I found love in this club tonight [Verse 3] Relationship is just thirty minutes long It's kinda heavy, maybe a little strong Gonna take much more than once Can't trust what each of us say at least for a month Or two, before I bid you adieu Do this one thing for me; out of the trillions Of numbers that's in the world, just leave me a few That lead to you Won't be long then, I'll see you in the morning Cool? [Hook] You're my sunshine (You’re my sunshine) You're my moonlight (You’re my moonlight) You're the starry skies above me Won't you please come down and hug me Think I found love in this club tonight13

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Don’t Believe the Hype

Public Enemy

[Intro: Flavor Flav + Sample] Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't— ("Now here's what I want y'all to do for me") [Verse 1: Chuck D + Flavor Flav] Back, caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing, check out this I bring Uh, oh, the roll below the level, 'cause I'm livin' low Next to the bass, (C'mon!), turn up the radio They claiming I'm a criminal But now I wonder how, some people never know The enemy could be their friend, guardian I'm not a hooligan, I rock the party and Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist Preach to teach to all ('Cause, some, they never had this) Number one, not born to run, about the gun I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome of "public enemy" Used, abused without clues I refuse to blow a fuse They even had it on the news You might also like[Hook: Flavor Flav] Don't believe the hype Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't believe the hype Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't believe the hype [Verse 2] "Yes" was the start of my last jam So here it is again, another def jam But since I gave you all a little something that I knew you lacked They still consider me a new jack All the critics, you can hang 'em, I'll hold the rope But they hope to the Pope, and pray it ain't dope The follower of Farrakhan Don't tell me that you understand until you hear the man The book of the new school rap game Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and not surrendering I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling Some claim that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard of ya, a rap burglar False media, we don't need it, do we? (It's fake that's what it be to ya, dig me? Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand And show these people what time it is, boy) [Hook] Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't believe the hype Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't believe the hype Don't believe the hype Don't believe the hype Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't— Don't believe the hype [Verse 3] Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you? My '98 booming with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Coming from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the Black, because I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox The leader of the new school, uncool Never played the fool, just made the rules Remember there's a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a time bomb In the daytime radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't come on and play me in prime time 'Cause I know the time, 'cause I'm getting mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm living right, so here go the mic—sike Before I let it go, don't rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to Herb, yo, if you can't swing this Learn the words, you might sing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at the LQ When some deny it, defy it, I swing Bolos And then they clear the lane I go solo The meaning of all of that, some media is the wack As you believe it's true It blows me through the roof Suckers, liars, get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils From them I say, don't believe the hype (Yo, Chuck, they must be on the pipe, right?) Their pens and pads I'll snatch 'cause I've had it I'm not a addict fiending for static I'll see their tape recorder, and I grab it (No, you can't have it back, silly rabbit) I'm going to my media assassin Harry Allen—I gotta ask him (Yo, Harry, you're a writer—are we that type?) (Don't believe the hype) [Hook] ("Now here's what I want y'all to do for me") Don't believe— Don't— Don't— Don't believe the hype Don't believe— Don't— Don't— Don't believe the hype [Verse 4] I got Flavor and all those things, you know (Yeah, boy, part two bum rush the show) Yo, Griff get the green, black and red, and Gold down, countdown to Armageddon '88 you wait the S1's will Put the left in effect, and I still will Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar Reach the bourgeois and rock the boulevard Some say I'm negative, but they're not positive But what I got to give, (The media says this?) Red, black, and green, you know what I mean? [Outro: Flavor Flav] Yo, don't believe that hype They got to be beaming that pipe, you know what I'm saying? Yo, them Megas got 'em going up to see Captain Kirk Like a jerk, and they outta work Let me tell you a little something, man: A lot of people on daytime radio scared of us of the Truth that we pumping into them clogged-up brain cells That just spun their little wooden skulls they call caps You know what I'm saying? But the S1s'll straighten it out quick-fast, in a hurry Don't worry, Flavor vision ain't blurry, you know what I'm saying? Yo, Terminator X [Hook] Don't— Don't believe— Don't believe the hype Don't— Don't believe— Don't believe the hype Don't believe the hype Don't believe the hype Don't— Don't believe— Don't believe the hype12

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Lucifer

JAY-Z

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro] Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius, nigga! [Chorus] Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you) [Verse 1] Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him But he also got a righteous cause for sinning Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first Emergency, doctors performing procedures Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but "Vengeance is mine" sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on Respirators for killing my best boy, haters On permanent hiatus as I skate In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist I can introduce you to your maker Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming You might also like[Chorus] Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you) [Verse 2] Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy water Spray from the Heckler-Koch automatic All the static, shall cease to exist Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six! Spread love, to all of my dead thugs I pour out a little Louis, 'till I head above Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth 'til that time, it's on and popping, church Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stunting like Evel Knievel I'll let you see where that bright light leads you The more you talk, the more you irking us The more you gon' need memorial services The Black Album, second verse, is like Devil's pie, save some dessert for us [Bridge] Man, I gotta get my soul right I gotta get these devils out my life These cowards gonna make a nigga ride They won't be happy 'til somebody die Oh man, I gotta get my soul right 'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life Every time it seems it's alright Somebody want they soul to rise I chase you off of this Earth (Let me get serious for y'all, one second) [Verse 3] I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's killer Asking him "why?" as my eyes fill up These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel ya So, curse the day that birthed the bastard Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash Reverse the blast then reverse the car Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob Lord forgive him, we all have sinned But Bob's a good dude, please let him in And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again41

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La La La

Chris Webby

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] We rollin' trees and smokin' la la la la la Another weed song from me Burnin' more trees than Cheech Chong Red and Meth all roll together in the same L We smoke blunts all day, you can't tell? Hell I'm stompin' in with my boots on Rollin' to the diner with my half off coupon Fuck, I been burnin' since I was newborn So high flyin' through space with Jimmy Neutron That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm You would think I had a mothafuckin' pot prescription Like the doctor's flippin', my grass stay fresh cut Sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'mma have to roll the next blunt fatter, ha! [Hook] La la la la la Just break it up and smoke that (la la la la la) Now twist it up and smoke that (la la la la la) Now light it up and smoke that (la la la la la) And then you keep on burnin' [Verse 2: Chris Webby] The way this weed hits your chest, should invest in Kevlar Chillin' on Saturn, cruisin' in the XR Everyday I got the best bars And the best weed same color as Reptar Yes, we stay lightin' up the purple In my own entourage, smokin' like Turtle Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies Actin' like I'm gonna kill a mothafucker cause I'm high The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge Chill on the couch, and never end up leavin' my crib Shit, but that's just how I do Stay high, seein' from my birds eye view I walk into a room and everybody starts sniffin' "Like, oh my God, I can guarantee that's Christian" "It's nine in the morning yo, what the fuck's with him?" And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction", like You might also like[Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] We lightin' ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies And always we stay around more trees than Fern Gully I earn money, spend on weed, and burn money Got the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from me I rip like a beast when I hit the beats But it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat Please, shit's leavin' you in disbelief I'm that monster at your door, bitch, trick-or-treat The way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles me Cause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny Appleseed I got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and spark Til we start to see shit like Joan of Arc I know I'm smart, I know I'm nice That's why ya'll can't see me like a poltergeist Smokin' la la la, give that bowl a light Grab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like [Hook]17

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No Vaseline

Ice Cube

[Produced by Sir Jinx] [Intro] Damn Forgot to do somethin', let me see, uh Oh, yeah— it ain't over, motherfuckers The motherfuckin' saga continues Y'all motherfuckers ready for N.W.A? Well, get the fuck up A bitch is a bitch, so if you're poor— It was once said by a man who couldn't quit, dope— Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say But now, since he stepped the fuck off Here's what they think about you That punk Ice Cube— Here's what they think about you Cube was suckin' so much New York dick Here's what they think about you Real niggas? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace Here's what they think about you Why y'all let his punk ass in the group Here's what they think about you When they was in London, they wasn't no good without fuckin' Ice Cube Here's what they think about you When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back Here's what they think about you I smell— Here's what they think about you N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube Here's what they think about you Here's what they think about you Cube was suckin' so much New York dick Here's what they think about you Real niggas? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace Here's what they think about you That punk Ice Cube— Here's what they think about you Why y'all let his punk ass in the group Here's what they think about you I smell— When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back Here's what they think about you N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube Fuck all y'all See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Verse 1] Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michel'le Looking like straight bozos I saw it coming, that's why I went solo And kept on stompin' While y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton Living with the whites One big house and not another nigga in sight I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas, now I'm making all the dough White man just ruling The Niggas With Attitudes? Who you foolin'? Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing Ayy, yo, Dre, stick to producing Calling me Arnold, but you been a dick Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick You got jealous when I got my own company But I'm a man and ain't nobody humping me Trying to sound like Amerikkka's Most You could yell all day, but you don't come close 'Cause you know I'm the one that flow You done run a hundred miles, but you still got one to go With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B And y'all disgrace the C-P-T 'Cause you're getting fucked out your green By a white boy, with no Vaseline [Chorus] Now you're getting done without Vaseline Now you're getting done without Vaseline Now you're getting done without Vaseline Damn, it feels good to see people, on it [Verse 2] The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're getting fucked real quick And Eazy dick is smelling like MC Ren's shit Tried to tell you a year ago But Willie D told me to let a ho be a ho, so I couldn't stop you from getting ganked Now let's play big bank take little bank Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it 'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect Cut my hair? Nah, cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers Gang-banged by your manager, fella Getting money out your ass like a motherfucking ready teller Giving up the dollar bills Now they got The Villain with a purse and high-heels So don't believe what Ren say 'Cause he's going out like Kunta Kinte But I got a whip for you, Toby Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me It's a case of divide and conquer 'Cause you let a Jew break up my crew House nigga gotta run and hide Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren 'Cause I remember when you drove a B210 Broke as a motherfucking joke Let you on the scene to back up the first team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they ripping your asshole apart By taking your green Oh, yeah, The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline [Chorus] Now you're getting done— get— getting done Now you're getting done— get— getting done Now you're getting done without Va— Va— Va— Va— Vaseline [Verse 3] I never have dinner with the president I never have dinner with the president I never have dinner with the president And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant Now I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half pint bitch, fucking your homeboys, you little maggot Eazy-E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fucking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E would be hanging from a tree With no Vaseline Just a match and a little bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on 'Til that Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation Off the massa plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinking 'bout? Get rid of that devil real simple Put a bullet in his temple 'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white Jew telling you what to do Pulling wools with your scams Now I gotta play The Silence of the Lambs With a midget who's a punk too Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you Eric Wright Punk, always into something, gettin' fucked at night By Mister Shitpacker Bend over for the goddamn cracker No Vaseline [Outro] Motherfuckin' nosejob havin'-ass Motherfuckin' Jheri Curl light, Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch105

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Blue Magic

JAY-Z

[Produced by The Neptunes] [Intro: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Records The imperial Skateboard P Great Hova Y'all already know what it is! (Oh shit!) C'mon! (Woooo!) Yeah [Verse 1: Jay-Z] So what if you flip a couple words? I could triple that in birds Open your mind, you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it, I'm your motherfuckin' guy And just like a b-boy with 360 waves Do the same with the pot, still come back beige Whether right or southpaw, whether pot or the jar Whip it around, it still comes back hard So easily do I W-H-I-P My repetition with wristses'll bring the kilo bidness I got Creole C.O. bitches for my niggas Who slipped, became prisoners, treats taped to the visitors You already know what the bid-ness is Unnecessary commissary, boy, we live this shit Niggas wanna bring the '80s back That's okay with me, that's where they made me at Except I don't write on the wall I write my name in the history books, hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work in the pot, so I can spend my bread You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell] And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G—G—G—Get— Get— Get it, boy Don't waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it, boy) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in) In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim) If it wasn't for the crime that I was in But I wouldn't be the guy who rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in) No pain, no profit P, I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is) Cherry M3's with the top back (top back) Red and green G's all on my hat North Beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain Can't you tell that I came from the dope game? Blame Reagan for making me into a monster Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra I ran contraband that they sponsored Before this rhymin' stuff we was in concert [Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell] And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G—G—G—Get— Get— Get it, boy Don't waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it, boy) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Ugh, push Money over broads, you got it—fuck Bush Chef, guess what I cooked? Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books Rockstar, look Way before the bars, my picture was getting took Feds, they like wack rappers Try as they may, they couldn't get me on the hook, ugh D.A. wanna indict me 'Cause fishscale's in my veins like a Pisces The Pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves Turn one into two like a Siamese twin When it end, I'ma stand as a man Never dying on my knees, last of a dying breed So let the champagne pop I partied for a while; now, I'm back to the block [Chorus: Jay-Z & Pharrell] And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G—G—G—Get— Get— Get it, boy Don't waste your time Fighting the life Stay your course And you'll understand (Get it, boy) [Outro: Denzel Washington from American Gangster] "Blue Magic"—that's a brand name. Like "Pepsi"—that's a brand name. I stand behind it. I guarantee it. They know that, even if they don't know me any more than they know the— the Chairman of General Mills. My man...9

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On To The Next One

JAY-Z

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Under the spot, under the spot I got a million ways to get it (uh-huh, geah) ... Choose one (choose one, hey) Ay, bring it back, bring it back (uh-huh) Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Hov' on that new shit, niggas like "How come?" Niggas want my old shit, buy my old albums Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin' Niggas make the same shit, me I make The Blueprint Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin' on the corner Now I rock a tailored suit, lookin' like a owner No I'm not a Jonas, Brother, I'm a grown up No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail in search of perfection Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexin' But don't be mad at him when it's on to the next one You might also like[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back some money please [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one And fuck that Auto-Tune cause we onnnnn And niggas, don't be mad, cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, them muh'fuckers racist So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit You gon' have another drink or you just gon' baby-sit On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby, I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen Niggas in the same spot, me I'm dodgin' raindrops Meanin' I'm on vacay, chillin' on a big yacht Yeah I got on flip-flops, white Louie boat shoes Y'all should grow the fuck up, c'mere let me coach you Hold up [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back some money please [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Uhh, Big Pimpin' in the house now Bought the land, tore the muh'fuckin house down Bought the car, tore the muh'fuckin roof off Ride clean, I don't never take the shoes off Bought the jeep, tore the muh'fuckin doors off Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on, tryin' to find my next thrill Feelin' myself, I don't even need a X pill Can't chill but my neck will Haters really gon' be mad off my next deal Uhh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin' in the projects Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin' on the steps Drinkin' quarter waters, I gotta be the best M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gon' do next Hold up [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back some money please33

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Aston Martin Music

Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross] Oh Let's pull the two-seater out baby It's where ever you wanna go! J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music [Post-Chorus: Drake] Would've came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do Caught in the life I can't let it go Whether that's right I will never know Uh, but here goes nothing [Verse 1: Rick Ross] When I'm alone in my room sometime I stare at the wall Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call? My down bitch, one who live by the code Put this music shit aside get it in on the road A lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose Exotic red bottoms whole body glittered in gold Following fundamentals and following in the rental I love a nasty girl who swallow what's on the menu That money triple up when ya get it out of state I need a new safe cause I'm running out of space Elroy Jetson: I'm somewhere out in space In my two-seater she's the one that I would take, wee See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Chrisette Michele] Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening to the, Aston Martin Music, Music [Post-Chorus: Drake] Would've came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do Caught in the life I can't it let it go Whether that's right I will never know Uh, but here goes nothing [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box Mr. KFC, VVS's in the watch Living fast where it's all about that money bag Never front, you take it there, it ain't no coming back Top down right here is where she wanna be As my goals unfold right in front of me Every time we fuck her soul take a hold of me Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controlling me That thing keep calling Fuck maintain boy: I gotta keep ballin! Pink bottles keep coming James Bond coupe pop clutch 100 [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music [Interlude: Drake] Would've came back for you I just needed time, to do what I had to do Caught in the life, I can't let it go, whether that's right, I will never know Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong Tried to be patient, waited too long But I would've came back, but I would've came back Would've came back, would've came back Would've came [Verse 3: Drake] I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what’s up witcha? I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it I took some sense and made a nickel of it I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers With those lips that all that lipstick covers You're never too grown up to miss and hug her And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers This ain't the life that I'm used to Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me And fear that I won't remember I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd In one nigga, amazing shit I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games? I really think you stare at yourself and you see things La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck with Fuck is up? Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices Twenty-three and goin' through a midlife crisis But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live life like it Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach To be far from hood, but to understand the streets I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment And, baby, I'll never forget none of that Girl, I told you I was coming back [Outro: Chrisette Michele] Aston Martin Music, Music Aston Martin Music, Music43

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Ready for Whatever

T.I.

[Intro] Hate the price of fame 'cause it cost too much (Uh-yeah, boy) Lame niggas, these niggas talk too much (Uh-yeah) I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em (Uh-yeah, boy) I said, "I'm ready for whatever," hey, hey (Yeah) [Verse 1] Even though my head in the clouds, I'm planted on the pavement How I'm walking 'round, people staring at amazement I play a lot of games on where I be, and I ain't playing with it They so judgmental, maybe they don't understand: If your life was in jeopardy e'ryday, is you telling me You wouldn't need weaponry, just because of your felony? Consider this, at least: I got e'rybody sweating me On the streets, it's people who won't rest unless I rest in peace Killed my folk a year ago; still, in my sleep, they threaten me Paranoia stressing me; ain't nobody protecting me I'm dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me Think 'cause no one's arrested, they coming for me eventually This was all the things I was going through mentally This could be the reason I ignored the penitentiary Not mentioning New Orleans niggas coming in the city Killing all summer long, ain't nobody pay attention [Pre-Hook] Now, is it that hard to understand if you listen? Either die or go to jail—that's a hell of a decision But I'm wrong, and I know it; my excuse's unimportant I'm just tryna let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Hook] I had straps in my ride (Ride), gotta go to prison (Prison) You waiting on me to die, you gon' be waiting for a minute (Yeah) Boy, I'm ready for whatever (Whatever), somebody better tell 'em (Tell 'em) I be here when the smoke clears and everything settles, for real Can't afford the price of fame, 'cause it cost too much (Too much) Plus, these sucker niggas lame, and they talk too much Yeah, that's why I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em (Tell 'em) I be here when the smoke clears and everything settles [Post-Hook] For real (For real) For real (For real) (Yeah, I know what you thinking) Ayy, for real (I'm for real) Yuh, I say, "When e'rything settles, for real" (For real) ("First Michael Vick, now this, huh?") Ayy, ayy, for real (Ayy, for real) (Naw, not exactly) Ayy, ayy, ayy, for real (Ayy, for real) (I tell you how this shit went down for real, dog) I say, "When e'rything settles, for real" [Verse 2] I'm a man, I ain't perfect—I admit it: I'm guilty But understand; feel me (Yuh): I was riding filthy 'Cause niggas out there plotting (Plotting), to rob me and kill me (Yuh) Five hundred thousand every year spent on security (Hey) My future was bright, but now, it's gettin blurry 'Cause niggas in a hurry to find me and bury me But surely, God'll deliver me up out it I'm a fighter to the heart; I forever be about it I'm a father to my sons (Sons), asset to my community Look, all that I done: My good outweigh the negativity Ayy, mentally, I was focused on not letting history repeat itself That’s why heat was kept in the vicinity (Yes, officially, I broke the law, but not maliciously) Through all of the publicity, was anyone considering My position and the logic hid in my decision? (Ayy) But they caught me with it, now I'm off to prison, period (Bye) [Pre-Hook] But is it that hard to understand if you listen? Either die or go to jail—that's a hell of a decision But I'm wrong, and I know it; my excuse's unimportant I'm just tryna let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real [Hook] I had straps in my ride (Ride), gotta go to prison (Prison) You waiting on me to die, you gon' be waiting for a minute (Yeah) Boy, I'm ready for whatever (Whatever), somebody better tell 'em (Tell 'em) I be here when the smoke clears and everything settles, for real Can't afford the price of fame, 'cause it cost too much (Too much) Plus, these sucker niggas lame, and they talk too much Yeah, that's why I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em (Tell 'em) I be here when the smoke clears and everything settles [Post-Hook] For real For real (For real) Ayy, for real (I'm for real) Yuh, I say, "When e'rything settles, for real" (For real) Ayy, ayy, for real Ayy, yuh, ayy, for real (I be here) Yuh, I say, "When e'rything settles for real" (For real) For real (For real) For real (For real) Ayy, for real (For real) I say, "When e'rything settles, for real" (For real) Ayy, for real (Ayy, for real) Ayy, for real (I be here) I say, "When e'rything settles, for real" [Outro (Spoken)] Ayy, I said listen, homeboy. You can talk all you want, mayne, you know what I'm saying? Everybody talk to the King, you know what I'm sayin? Everybody's entitled to an opinion, you know what I'm sayin? They like yesterdays, everybody got one But the fact of the matter remains: if you ain't walk a mile in my shoes and you ain't lived a day in my life, you ain't survive the shit I done survived, you ain't had to deal with the shit I had to deal with, homeboy—you can't muhfuckin' judge me, partner I mean, look at folk like Sean Taylor. You know what they said? They said, had he had a strap, he'da lived today. You know what I'm sayin? Now, true enough, I was dead wrong, I broke the law, I deserve to be punished. I understand that, aight? Cool. But listen, man, I got a house full of kids, a mama, and an old lady, whose life is my responsibility. You dig that? Now, for all of y'all who think I was just ridin' around on some dumb shit: you know I'm smarter than you man! You know I'm smarter than you dawg! Ay, if you think I was just being stupid, shawty, I got some muhfuckin' oceanfront property in Idaho for sale, homie. If you believe that, I got a bridge in Brooklyn I wanna sell you, partner Ay, man, real talk: In order to understand my train of thoughts, you have to put yourself in my position. You can't expect me to think like you, 'cause my life ain't like yours, you know what I'm sayin? If you don't understand that, you don't understand English. I'm done talking5

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Insane

Eminem

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Verse 1] I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed 'Til one night he snuck in and said "We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed" Can't we just play with Teddy Ruxpin instead? "After I fuck you in the butt, get some head Bust a nut, get some rest," the next day my mother said "I don't know what the fuck's up with this kid! The bastard won't even eat nothing he's fed He just hung himself in the bedroom, he's dead!" "Debbie, don't let that fucker get you upset Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck I'll bet you he's fakin' it, I'll bet you, I bet he probably Just wants to see how upset you would get I'll go handle this, of course, unless you object?" "Aw, go fuck his brains out if any's left in his head!" [Chorus] If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? No, he's insane! If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? No, he's insane! You might also like[Verse 2] "Did you get him?" Nah, fucker tried to bite my face off I just got fuckin' chased off with a chainsaw Then he took the chainsaw, bit the fuckin' blades off Ate the blades, stuck a baseball in a slingshot Then he aimed at his own face, let the thing pop Took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong Then he played ping pong with his own ding-dong That motherfucker's got nuts like King Kong Then he set the lawnmower out on the dang lawn And he laid all up underneath it with the thing on Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin' thing off Everything 'cept his tank top and his training bra Ain't he raw? Yeah, maniac, that's Shady, dawg Man that motherfucker's gangsta, ain't he dawg? Shady, dawg, what be goin' through that fuckin' brain of yours? Say no more, what the fuck you waitin' for? Sing along [Chorus] If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? No, he's insane! If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? No, he's insane! [Verse 3] Don't you know what felch means? ("Yeah") Well then, tell me Would you rather get felched or do the felching? Fuck 'em in the ass, suck the cum out while you're belching (Urrp!) Burp, belch, and go back for a second helping Can you dig what I'm saying, man? Can you smell me? I want you to feel me like my stepfather felt me (Oh...) Fuck a little puppy, kick the puppy while he's yelping "Shady, what the fuck you saying?" — I don't know, help me! What the fuck's happening? I think I'm fuckin' melting "Marshall, I just love you, boy, I care about your well-being" No, Dad, I said no! — I don't need no help peeing I'm a big boy, I can do it by myself, see? I only get naked when the babysitter tells me She showed me a movie like Nightmare on Elm Street But it was X and they called it "Pubic Hair on Chelsea" "Well, this is called 'Ass Rape' and we're shooting the jail scene" [Chorus] If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? No, he's insane If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? No, he's insane67

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Zealots

Fugees

[Intro: Wyclef Jean] One, two, I'm bout to set this off! Like this, hip-hoppers, check it [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, woah [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract raps simple with a street format Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me I got no privacy whether on land or at sea And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit It hurts, don't it? A refugee come to your turf, and take over the earth [Interlude: Lauryn Hill] See, my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with my crew And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes We'll show you how The Refugees do You might also like[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill] Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time It's against the laws of physics So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics Rap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether Jew or Gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays like Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman" So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris You just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris And even after all my logic and my theory I add a "motherfucker" so you ignant niggas hear me Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats And for you biting zealots, here's a quote [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Another MC lose his life tonight, Oh I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why Oh Lord, father don't let him bury we, I [Verse 3: Wyclef Jean] You can try but you can't divide the tribe These cats can't rap, Mr. Author, I feel no vibe The magazine says the girl should have went solo The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp Do a cameo while everybody do the dance Quick now, 'cause you running out of luck-a Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka While you munching at your luncheon I'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman [Verse 4: Pras] I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex Bring terror to the shop of horror As she cry, "mi amor," the phantom dies in the opera And to the youngins who carry gadgets And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath (Hold up, hold up) Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me Then get buried like the great Mussolini And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Ayy, another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, yeah [Outro] Yo what the fuck going on man? Yo kid, we can't let these cops come around here 5-O come here and just do whatever want, rob, joke, or steal from people, shoot us down We gotta do something about this man I was with Floyd the other day You know Floyd the cop, he just get a hard on from just shooting niggas5

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Stan

Eminem

[Produced by DJ Mark the 45 King] [Intro: Dido] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad [Chorus: Dido] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad [Verse 1: Eminem] Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan You might also like[Chorus: Dido] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad [Verse 2: Eminem] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old We waited in the blisterin' cold For you, for four hours, and you just said no That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I'd write you, you would write back See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on ‘Cause I don't really got shit else So that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan—P.S. We should be together too [Chorus: Dido] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad [Verse 3: Eminem] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months, and still no word—I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin' But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin' Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now—I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See, Slim—shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I ain't like you ‘Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh, shit, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?! [Chorus: Dido] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad [Verse 4: Eminem] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was—it was you Damn...656

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Kill You

Eminem

[Intro] When I was just a little baby boy my momma used to Tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man She used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized She was the crazy one But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it 'Cause that's just the way she was [Verse 1] They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (Ahh) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore 'Til the vocal cords won't work in her throat no more? (Ahh) These motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playin' Thinkin' I'm sayin' this shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (Ahh) Put your hands down, bitch—I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you (Ahh) Shut up, slut! You're causin' too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut—okay, Ma? "Oh, now he's rapin' his own mother Abusin' a whore, snortin' coke and we gave him the Rollin' Stone cover?" You goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile vicious Vain Vicodin, *vrin vrin vrin!* Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all Danglin' from his neck while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts You might also like[Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me Bitches too, you ain't nuttin' but a girl to me (I said) [Chorus] You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Ah, haha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Bitch, I'ma kill you!) [Verse 2] Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows, and film you Fuck with me, I been through Hell, shut the hell up I'm tryna develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No! Just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse To do it again, then if he does it again You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth (Ahh) Bitch, I'ma kill you! I ain't done, this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it Three or four times in a tub, but that's normal, ain't it, Norman? Serial killer hidin' murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine Out of our minds and we want in yours: let us in [Pre-Chorus] Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me (I said) [Chorus] You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Ah, haha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Haha) [Verse 3] Know why I say these things? 'Cause ladies' screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks These 80 G's a week to say the same things tweece Twice, whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots, I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with 'em 'cause their ratings stink?! Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her From principal to the student body and counselor From in-school to before-school or outta school I don't even believe in breathin', I'm leavin' Air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got the machete from O. J.​ I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache You faggots keep eggin' me on 'Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?! Shut up! Give me your hands and feet! I said shut up When I'm talkin' to you! You hear me? Answer me! [Pre-Chorus] Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'ma kill you! You don't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me Bitches too, you ain't nuttin' but a girl to me, bitch, I'ma kill you! [Chorus] You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you (Haha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why not?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' Kill you [Outro] Hahaha I'm just playin', ladies You know I love you [Produced by Dr. Dre & Mel-Man]156

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Paris Morton Music

Drake

[Chorus] Would've came back for you, I just needed time To do what I had to do, caught in the life I can't let it go Whether that's right, I will never know, oh-oh-oh [Post-Chorus] Hope you forgive me, never meant wrong Tried to be patient but waited too long But I would've came back, but I would've came back for you Would've came back, would've came back [Verse] I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned Bitches, what's up with ya? I hate calling the women "bitches," but the bitches love it I took some sense and made a nickel of it I'm urging all daughters to kiss their mothers With those lips that all that lipstick covers You're never too grown up to miss and hug her And girls counting on me to be there like missing rubbers I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers This ain't the life that I'm used to Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me And fear that I won't remember? I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags Feeling like all four members of Color Me Badd In one nigga, amazing shit I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit I don't drink every bottle I own, I be aging shit And I got them wedding ring flows, that engaging shit Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games? I really think that you stare at yourself and you see things La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck with, fuck is up? Having lunch and debating Ferrari prices 23 and going through a midlife crisis But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife And no, I'm not saying I'm the nicest, I just live life like it Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach To be far from hood, but to understand the streets I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment And, baby, I'll never forget none of that Girl, I told you I was coming back, I See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] Would've came back for you, I just needed time To do what I had to do, caught in the life I can't let it go Whether that's right, I will never know [Post-Chorus] Hope you forgive me, never meant wrong Tried to be patient but waited too long But I would've came back, but I would've came back for you Would've came back, would've came back36

Hip-HopRap

Up Up & Away

Kid Cudi

[Verse 1] Now when the sun come up I'll be there to say "What up" in the morning Brush my teeth Find that clip I been looking for since last night I feel so caught up in the bud I float somehow in my bedroom Turn around See myself in the mirror, I guess I'm cool And those happy thoughts in my head I'm feeling like I'm Peter Pan Minus the tights and the fairies Happy to see how far I've come To the same place it began My dreams and imagination Perfectly at peace So I move along a bit higher [Chorus] I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever [Verse 2] Uh, higher learnin' I see the dreams I made So I'm cooler now I can take care of my mom and my little niece Zuri So sing along, lil mama You ain't gotta worry 'bout no drama, no I provide for friends and fam and fans And Cleveland City grinding, man Stay afloat, the key is hope I'll never let a motherfucker break me, dawg Who gives a fuck? If a nigga don't like your steeze Tell 'em to buzz off your N-U-T's We don't care what people say Dudes who critique your clothes are most gay I ain't gotta wait for no one If I wanna fly, I can fly for freedom, hey See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever [Bridge] Wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (Yeah) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (I'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (I'll be rolling up) [Chorus] I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever [Outro] Whatever So, whatever Whatever So, whatever [Narration: Common] The end is never the end A new challenge awaits A test no man could be prepared for A new hell he must conquer and destroy A new level of growth he must confront himself The machine and the ghost within This is the journey, of the Man on the Moon40

Hip-HopRap

Ambitionz Az a Ridah

2Pac

[Intro] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G Let's get ready to rumble! Now, you know how we do it, like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga That get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches Not bitches over money Stay on your grind, nigga My ambitions as a ridah My ambitions as a ridah [Verse 1] So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin' without guard Was born rough and rugged, addressin' the mass public (Hahaha) My attitude was "fuck it," 'cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be (And [?]) Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah (Excuse me, baby) To catch her while she hot and horny, go up inside her (Got ya) Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the telly, ho!" Equipped with money in a Benz 'cause, bitch, I'm barely broke (Hahaha) I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed, feelin' crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin' and prayers to breakin' motherfuckers to pay us I got no time for these bitches (Hell no,) 'cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil' so I'm wishin' Competition got me blitzed on that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory No guts, no glory, my nigga, bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so (Haha) Can't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row (Yeah) Now these money-hungry bitches gettin' suspicious Started plottin' and plannin' on a scheme to come and trick us (Haha) But thug niggas be on point and game tight (Yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart are strapped up the same night Got problems, then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggas is jealous, 'cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me Uh, yeah (Haha,) and now you got me right beside ya Hopin' you listen, I catch you payin' attention To my ambitions as a ridah You might also like[Chorus] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah) Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G (I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah) [Verse 2] It was my only wish to rise above these jealous Coward motherfuckers I despise, when it's time to ride I was the first to hop inside (Let's go, nigga, let's go,) give me the .9 I'm ready to die right here tonight and motherfuck they life (Yeah, nigga!) That's what they screamin' as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me, witness my steel (That's all you niggas got? Hahaha) Spittin' at adversaries, envious and after me I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed Mama (Dear Mama,) come rescue me, I'm suicidal, thinkin' thoughts I'm innocent so there'll be bullets flyin' when I'm caught (Shoot) Fuck doin' jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin' for life, and if you right, then, nigga, die for it Let them other bustas try, at least you tried for it (Hahaha) When it's time to die, then be a man and pick the way you leave (Yeah, nigga) Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah [Chorus] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah) Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G [Verse 3] , equipped with spirits of the thugs before me Stay off the block, evade the cops 'cause I know they comin' for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years (I'm back, baby) Now I'm back, my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleed Niggas'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish My powers, so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin' menace (Them niggas cowards) They cowards, that's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggas (Bitch-ass niggas) on my team so indeed they wet me up (Punk niggas) But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I contemplate the way that God made it that's legendary, musical mercenary For money I'll have these motherfuckers buried I been gettin' much mail in jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it (Hahaha) Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it (Yeah, right) Witness the realest, a who-ridah when I put the shit inside The cries from all your people when they find her, must remind ya (Thug life) My history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggas that played me and all the cowards that was down wit' it Now it's your nigga right beside ya Hopin' you listen, got you payin' attention to my ambitions As a ridah [Chorus] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah) Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me213

Gangsta Rap

Victory

Diddy

[Produced by Diddy & Stevie J] [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] One One, two Check me out right here, yo [Verse 1: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here, then we might as well shine together (All up in my ears) Better now than never, business before pleasure (The mic is loud, but the music isn't loud) P. Diddy and the fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (Yeah) So when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right Don't make an ass outta yourself by assumin' (Yeah, now the mic is low now, turn the mics up some more) Our music keeps you moving, what are you proving? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's getting louder) Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby (This shit hot) Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nuthin' but choked (Uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke (Uh-huh, uh-huh) So the only thing left now is God for these cats (It's going the fuck down now) And B.I.G., you know we too hard for these cats I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin' up facts (Uh), you raking up plaques [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' your fam Destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars (A few cars) And I kick a few flows so I could pick a few hoes (A few hoes) Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (Castro) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit Oops, Cristal keep spilling, shit, you overdid it, holmes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie, baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic Park did, quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me, the underboss Of this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White You might also like[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Ha [Verse 3: Diddy] Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later, dawg, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go Platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't that funny? Only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin' on your tape or CD The Billboard killer, no team iller The Fam-o, ammo is every channel We been hot for a long time, burning like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad 'Cause I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] We got the shit mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect No respect, squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacing him Niggas step up, we just macin' them, placin' them In funerals, criminals turned aroused to Brick City Nobody come off like P. Diddy (P. Diddy) Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men We spray men (Ha), I position competition Another day in the life of the commission [Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Diddy] We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back (Ayo, can y'all hear me out there?) To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ayo, turn me up, nobody can hear me out there) Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back (That's good, it's all fucked up now) To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (Y'all know it's all fucked up now, right?) Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back (What the fuck I'ma do now?) To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (What I'ma do now?) Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (Can y'all hear me out there?) Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit (Can y'all hear me out there?) [Outro: Busta Rhymes & Diddy] Fuck y'all niggas wanna do? It's all fucked up now, what I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now23

Hip-HopRap

You Must Love Me

JAY-Z

[Intro: Kelly Price (Jay-Z)] Throughout my life (uh huh uh huh uh) No matter what I've done (right) You've been merciful and your love endureth (yeah) Through all things (yeah) For that I am eternally grateful [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Since my date of birth bought you nothing but hurt Play those video games, stole change from ya purse Sat on the cold court bench 'til I was arraigned in ya skirt Saw the pain in ya face, still you maintained a smirk All you did was motivate me, "Don't let 'em hold you back" What I do? I turned around and I sold you crack I was a bastard for that, still I'm drowning in shame Just remember one thing now: you're not to blame You was newly separated tryin' to escape ya world And through my thirst I didn't help you I just made things worse I hated me and everybody that created crack Had me thinkin' the newest kicks and the latest gat Still haven't apologized, so please play this back While I try to come to terms with such a heinous act You know in more than one way cocaine numbs the brain All I did was think about how the funds once came Then I ran across this memory and it stung the brain How can you ever destroy the beauty from which one came That's a savage, you're the reason Why me and these beats make a marriage Why I rhyme above average and I ain't shit Glad you got yourself together, no thanks to me Strong and beautiful the way thangs should be You must love me You might also like[Chorus: Kelly Price] You must love me... Say that you love me All I know say that you must love me Ohh yeah [Verse 2: Jay-Z] We used to fight every night but I never would suffer Just smile, my big brother's tryna make me tougher As we grew fussing and fighting continued As I plundered through ya stuff and snuck ya clothes to school Got intense, real intense as we got older Never believed it would lead to be poppin' one in your shoulder Where my rings? Knew you had it 'cause you took too long As Mickey, Annie and the girl that bought it looked on Huffin' and puffin' gun in my hand told you step outside Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride Made our way down the steps Maybe you thought it was just a threat Or maybe ya life was just that crazy And you was beggin' for death Try to justify this in my young mind But the adrenaline and my ego hurt combined Drove me berserk, saw the devil in your eyes High off more than weed Confused, I just closed my young eyes and squeezed (gunshot) What a sound! Opened my eyes just in time To see ya stumbling to the ground Damn, what the fuck I done now? Runnin' around in a circle thinking I'm assed out Hot gun burnin' my waist, ran straight to Jaz' house Like a stranger damn I just shot my nigga And ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga Left the scene, how could I go out that way? Still you asked to see me in the hospital the next day You must love me [Chorus: Kelly Price] What after all the wrong I've done You must love me... I know you must You must love me... [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Everything in my power and within my frame To protect you from this life and keep you away from the game But you was one of the few people that I can trust And the fact of the matter I slang these pies for us You put the pressure on me daily, rarely would you let it go Was a thousand and one times I had to tell you no But it was one of those days when nobody was around And I needed emergency trip out of town Searched my mental Rolodex for all the numbers I know As you stared in my face asking me could you go I agreed said send her everything'll go smooth Just tell her what to do and everything'll go through Strapped her body with them thangs as you boarded the plane Couldn't explain the strange feeling that I caught in the vein I'm thinking why would I send you when I knew it ain't right I'm thinking what would make you sacrifice ya life You must've love me [Chorus: Kelly Price] ("You must love me" repeats in background) After everything that I've done wrong I know inside you must love me I know that you love me You showed me I know it I know Say that you love me Say that you love me I know you must love me Oh yes you do Inside I know it You've always shown it You love me yea yeah Oh yeah I know that you love me8

Hip-HopRap

Better on the Other Side

The Game

[Intro: Diddy, Boyz II Men] I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk (Oh-woah) I believed I could do anything (Oh, ooh) You made the world dance (Woah, oh-woah) You made the music come to life [Chorus: Chris Brown, Diddy, Boyz II Men] This the type of song that make the angels cry (Mike Jack) I look up in the sky and I wonder why? (Why? Why?) Why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side (You were the greatest) You were chosen from the start (You were chosen) We're never gonna let you go (Oh-oh-oh, God chose you, we'll never forget you) It's from my heart, woah-oh (The King, we miss you) [Verse 1: The Game, Boyz II Men] Who's Michael Jackson? You're Michael Jackson (Mm) I'm Michael Jackson, we all Michael Jackson (Oh) I guess what I'm askin' is, everybody bow their head for a legend Don't breathe for a second (Oh) Now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about So you can hear my message (Oh) My confession, somebody tell Usher I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young Thriller touched him Like he touched me, like he touched you So carryin' his legacy, somethin' I must do (C'mon, yeah) And I trust you lightin' candles, concrete visuals Me and my brothers listenin' to Jackson 5 in our livin' room First thing I did when I heard was call Puff 'Cause him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us (Cyeah, let's go) Who was us? Me and 50, that beef is dead Him and young Mike Jackson gon' take us to the ledge (Oh-woah) See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Chorus: Chris Brown, Boyz II Men] This the type of song that make the angels cry I look up in the sky and I wonder why? (Why?) Why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side (Ooh, yeah) You were chosen from the start (Oh-oh) We're never gonna let you go (Woah) It's from my heart, woah-oh (Oh, oh) [Verse 2: The Game] As I'm pourin' out this liquor, candle starts to flicker Winless, my Air 1s, MJ was my nigga Not the one that played ball, the one with the Hollywood star And since I'm a Hollywood star, I'ma tell you my story Never had a family that close Never see Berry Gordy walkin' through Interscope But just like me, they always had Mike in a scope No matter what you say, I'ma love him and he's still dope Let me take you back to '85 when I was in a zone Dancin' for my mama, Thriller jacket with the zippers on Now I'm doin' ninety, 'bout to crash in this Aston Listenin' to Outkast, I'm sorry Ms. Jackson Anythin' I can ever do to better you Your son was our king so we gon' Corretta you I'm writin' this letter to all of the Jackson kids We all Jackson kids, time to let us through [Chorus: Chris Brown, Boyz II Men] This the type of song that make the angels cry (Oh-woah) I look up in the sky and I wonder why? (Why?) Why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side (Oh) You were chosen from the start (Oh-oh) We're never gonna let you go It's from my heart, woah-oh (Oh-woah) [Interlude: Diddy, Boyz II Men] People could say what they wanna say about you (Oh-oh) We gon' remember the miracles that you showed us (Oh-oh) Through your music, through your dance (Oh-woah) Through your philanthropy (Ooh) You were the one that made us all realize that we are the world (Ooh) You were the one that showed us we can moonwalk (Ayy) You gave us the beat (Hey) Gave us the rhythm (Hey-hey) You gave us the soul (Oh) Through us (Oh), your legacy lives on (Anything) You can't stop now (Anything, oh), we won't stop now (Yeah) Mike Jackson (Oh-woah) [Chorus: Chris Brown, Boyz II Men, Diddy] This the type of song that make the angels cry (Woah) I look up in the sky and I wonder why? (Why?) Why you had to go, go (Ooh, yeah) (Why'd you have to go, Mike? Okay) I know it's better on the other side (Oh) You were chosen from the start (Oh-oh) (Wassup Chris?) We're never gonna let you go It's from my heart, woah-oh (Oh-woah) [Outro: Boys II Men] This the kinda song make the angels cry Look up in the sky and ask God, why, why, why (I love you) Do we live and let die? This the kinda song that make the angels cry Look up in the sky and ask God, why, why, why (Oh) Do we live and let-let die?2

Unknown

Digital Girl (Remix)

Jamie Foxx

[Intro: The-Dream] I wanna see what's under there, baby [Verse 1: Drake] Who's that peekin in my window? Uh, you should let some more skin show And if one of these websites get the info We can work it out, no Nintendo I just hit Alt + Tab Switchin' in between two convos I should just call cabs And bring 'em both here to the condo Yeah, normally it ain't a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection So I pray that we never lose a connection Cause I remember Stacy, she prolly hate me She used to threaten she had a man to replace me She talk that shit, I just hit the escape key And then she get mad and wanna go and erase me And I remember Amy, she used to AIM me She stayed up late, and used to blame me She said I'm too wild, she wanna tame me I told her even Photoshop couldn't change me But you-you-you, you got me open girl, why lie? We ain't even tryna settle, so why try? End the night with a kiss and a bye bye No strings attatched, your love is so Wi-Fi You might also like[Verse 2: Jamie Foxx] I love it, girl The way you bring your light into this room Uh, I love it, girl The way your legs ?light up? when they're in them shoes, ohhh I love it, girl The way your lips looks after you apply the gloss Ah, I love it, girl, girl You look right in the screen then take it o-off, off [Hook: Jamie Foxx] (The-Dream) My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital) girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital girl) [Verse 3: Jamie Foxx] My homies never see you But I always got you right here for me Tucked, in my Louis computer bag Wherever you are, I could be I type you a message full of X's and O's You shoot me a video and then upload Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent One day I'll have your ass up in this kitchen [Hook: Jamie Foxx] (The-Dream) My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital) girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital girl) [Bridge: The-Dream & Kanye West] Not a day goes by, shawty (woah, hey, shawty, ayy!) Without you on my mind, shawty (woah, hey, shawty, ayy!) Donna Karan underwear, baby (woah, hey, shawty, ayy!) (Babe, I swear you have nothing to worry about) I wanna see what's under there, baby (Oh baby, yeah, baby!) (It's easy, look, let me explain) [Verse 4: Kanye West] When you take the picture, cut off your face And cover up the tattoo by the waist Let the MC Serch 'til I reach 3rd base And when I get home I'ma hit home plate Wait, could this be considered our first date? "'Ye, the picture just looks so trash" Your body make a baller spend cooked coke cash Plus every good girl wanna go bad In Playboy mags like Stacey Dash Or Kim Kardash', and be a lady aaaaat it You know what's a crazy thing? Some girls'll make you wait longer than A.C. Green Passion of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin That's disrespectful baby, don't encourage him I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Persian Dashiki, kimono, or turban They say I dress white, but my swag so urban Tryin my luck, I hit her with the text say "Baby you up," Question mark And she respond, "YES-S-S-I-R" [Hook: Jamie Foxx] (The-Dream) My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital) girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, GIRL, girl (She's my digital girl) [Outro: Jamie Foxx] I ain't lyin, no no I ain't cheatin, no no I ain't lyin, uh no I ain't lyin, no no I ain't lyin, no no I ain't cheatin, no no I ain't lyin, no no {fades}4

RBSoul

Southside

Common

[Intro: Kanye West] La, la, la, la, la And everybody say, say La, la, la, la, la I know you—I know you— [Verse 1: Kanye West] I know you thinking, thinking that it must be Armor-All flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dog, trust me Bust somebody head, GLC, where was we? Still rock the Prada—'fore that, rock the Starter Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 2: Common] The broads, the cars, the half-moons, the stars I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars Burn CDs with no regard for the stars Come to the crib with conflict diamonds and they ours Back in '94, they called me Chi-town's Nas Now, them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods We eating, Joe, you still talking no carbs A conscious nigga with mack, like Steve Jobs See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 3: Kanye West] Your fly is open, McFly The crowd is open, I think I know why I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes And, yep! I'm still the future of the Chi Back in college, I had to get my back up off the futon I knew that I couldn't cop a coupe with no coupons Look at that Neutron on his green like croutons People asking him, "Do you have any Grey Poupon?" [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 4: Common] You in the building, but the building's falling You wouldn't be balling if your name was Spalding My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans 'Bout to school y'all niggas; you should call him August I'm the sun that goes down, but I'm still revolving Southside, w—w—walk it out, while still, you're crawling If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside South side of the Chi [Verse 5: Kanye West] With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas Can't wait 'til they say, "'Ye ran up at the Oscars" "Papa, I heard his life is like a movie" Like when Em played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexicans gon' love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, holla We some true Chi-town legends; accept no imposters (Ayy) [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside (Yeah) Southside, Southside (Ugh) Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 6: Common] The un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel Lean with it, rock with it, Black like the Disciples Know when to use a bible and when to use a rifle You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle Caught a case of robbery, and beat it like Michael Your career is a typo; mine was written like a haiku I write to do the right things, like Spike do Through conflicts that's Crucial and drama that's Psycho (Oh!) [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside South side of the Chi [Interlude: Kanye West & Common] La-la-la-la-la, la La, la-la-la-la-la, la La, la-la-la-la-la, la La, la-la-la-la-la, la We’re coming from the—Hey Have to spice it up You might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up Take your life and Yo, ugh, ayy We’re coming from the—Hey We’re coming from the—hey [Outro: Rhea Williams] And this concludes our Chicago show. Please stay tuned. [Interlude: Unknown voice] Roughneck, what's up babe-ooh? This your man, It's Real, a.k.a. Pharaoh. Captain Jack Sparrow. Just pulled up on the internet. Ooh, I see y'all in the mirror. Washing off your face! This that shit. That's what I'm talking 'bout, son. Just getting rap! Word up! What I'm saying, where the rock is, rght? I need some of that, son. That's that inspiration. I love you to death, bro-dog1

Hip-HopRap

Exhibit C

Jay Electronica

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Just Blaze] Hey! It's coming Ladies and gentlemen; this time around The revolution will not be televised, woo! As we proceed!, To give you what you need! '09, brother!, Get live, brother! Ladies and gentlemen of the court In the hearing against The State of Hip-Hop vs. Jay Electronica I present: Exhibit C [Verse 1: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze] When I was sleepin' on the train Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain Without even a single slice of pizza to my name Too proud to beg for change, mastering the pain When New York niggas was calling southern rappers lame But then jacking our slang (Oh!) I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring The voice of an angel telling me my name Telling me that one day I'ma be a great mane Transforming with the Megatron Don, spittin' out flames (Oh!) Eating wack rappers alive, shittin' out chains (Woo!) I ain't believe it then; nigga, I was homeless (Uh huh) Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners Trying to find the meaning of life in a Corona 'Til the Five Percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him: "You either build or destroy, where you come from?" "The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum" "Hmm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru" (Ooh!) Question Fourteen, Muslim Lesson Two: Dip-dive-uh, civilize a eighty-five-uh I make the devil hit his knees and say the "Our Father" Abracadabra, you rocking with the true and living Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians I was on Cecil B., Broad Street, Master North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker Six Mile, Seven Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot (Oh!) Where niggas really would pack a U-Haul truck up Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb At a barbecue and hop up out the back like, "What's up?" (Buh!) Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up That's why when you talk the tough talk, I never feel you You sound real good and you play the part well But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar I don't feel ya (We need somethin' realer! Ooh!) You might also like[Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze] Nas hit me up on the phone, said "What you waitin' on?" Tip hit me up with a tweet, said, "What you waitin' on?" Diddy send a text every hour on the dot saying "When you gon' drop that verse? Nigga, you taking long" So now I'm back spittin' that heat, could pass a polygraph That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikky Tesla I shock you like an eel, electric feel, Jay Electra Oh my God! Keep going! [Verse 3: Jay Electronica & Just Blaze] They call me Jay Electronica—fuck that Call me Jay Elec-Hanukkah, Jay Elec-Yarmulke Jay Elect-Ramadan, Muhammad as-salaam-alaikum RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor (Ooh!) My Uzi still weigh a ton; check the barometer I'm hotter than the motherfucking sun; check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My mama told me, "Never throw a stone and hide your hand" I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man I play the back and fade to black, and then devise a plan Out in London, smoking, vibing while I ride the tram Giving out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs And—by the time they get they seats hot And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock, building by the millions My light is brilliant [Outro: Just Blaze] Woooo! I rest my case '09, Act 3 First chapter of the end The last chapter of a new beginning If it's so The things we do without even trying... Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad Morning after, world premiere Me! For real, though? I ain't even gon' say nothing Matter of fact; I ain’t saying— I don't even know why I'm sayin’ this Jay, you should get Puff to do this over We moving out, onto the next record And, um, I'ma let this just ride Ride, ride, ride Hahaha74

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Dead Presidents

JAY-Z

[Produced by Ski Beatz] [Chorus: Nas] Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) [Intro: JAY-Z] Rock.. on, Roc-A-Fella y'all [Verse 1: JAY-Z] While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit Live out my dreams until my heart give out Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen, I dish out Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt My life ain't rosy but I roll with it My mind was fine till the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it And now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches Watch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in Tryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a Freeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that? Got the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee Rappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder You know this nigga: JAY-Z, Shawn Carter G.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up Watch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's Small timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama Talk to me! You might also like[Chorus: Nas] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) [Verse 2: JAY-Z] So sick of niggas "I want money like Cosby" – who wouldn't? This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin' Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail Niggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell There's heaven, then there's hell, niggas One day you're cruisin' in your 7, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? Ready to start snitchin', ain't you? I'll forgive your weak-ass: hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars, honies that shake they ass at bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the underworld dealers, carriers of MAC-millers East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers Little monkey niggas turn gorillas Stopped in the station, filled up on octane, and now they not sane And not playin', that goes without sayin' Slayin' day in and day out, when money play in, then they play you out Tryin' to escape my own mind, lurkin' the enemy Representin' infinity with presidencies, you know? [Bridge: Nas] Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...) [Chorus: Nas] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get Money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose...)21

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What You Know

T.I.

[Produced by DJ Toomp] [Intro] Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? [Chorus] Ayy, don't you know I got kis by the three When I chirp, shawty chirp back Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey, I know all about that Loaded .44 on the low, where the cheese at? Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey, I know all about that [Verse 1] See me in your city, sitting pretty, know I'm shining dog (Ayy, ayy) Riding with a couple Latin broads and a China doll (Ayy!) And you know how we ball (Ayy!), riding in shiny cars (Ayy!) Walk in designer malls (Ayy!), buy everything we saw You know about me, dog (Okay), don't talk about me, dog (Okay) And if you doubt me, dog (Okay), you better out me, dog (Ohh!) I'm throwed off slightly, bruh, don't wanna fight me, bruh (Ohh!) I'm fast as lightning, bruh (Ohh!) You better use your Nikes, bruh (Geah!) Know you don't like me 'cause (G-G-Geah!) Your bitch most likely does (G-G-Geah!) She see me on them dubs (G-G-Geah!) In front of every club (What?) I be on dro, I'm buzzed (Nigga, what?) Gave every ho a hug (Ayy, nigga, what?) Niggas don't show me mugs (Ayy, nigga, what?) 'Cause you don't know me, cuz See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus] Ayy, don't you know I got kis by the three When I chirp, shawty chirp back Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey, I know all about that Loaded .44 on the low, where the cheese at? Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at What you know about that? What you know about that? (Ayy, what they know about this shit here, man?) What you know about that? Hey, I know all about that [Verse 2] Candy on the six-four, leather guts, fishbowl (Ayy, ayy) Fifty on a pinky ring just to make my fist glow (Ayy!) Young bitches get low (Ayy!) because I get dough (Ayy!) So what I'm rich, ho? (Ayy!) I still will pull a kick-door What you talking shit for and gotta run and get folks? Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four But you's a scary dude, believed by very few (Okay!) Just keep it very cool (Okay!) or we will bury you (Ohh!) See, all that attitude? (Ohh!) Unnecessary, dude (Ohh!) You never carry tools, not even square, he cube (What?) You got these people fooled (Nigga, what?) Who see me on the tube (Ayy, nigga, what?) Whatever, try the crew (Ayy, nigga what?) They'll see you on the news [Chorus] Ayy, don't you know I got kis by the three (Ayy, ayy) When I chirp, shawty chirp back Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at (Ayy, ask 'em) What you know about that? (Ayy, ask 'em) What you know about that? (Ayy, ask 'em) What you know about that? (Hey, hey, hey) Hey, I know all about that (hey, hey) Loaded .44 on the low, where the cheese at? (Geah, geah) Fresh off the jet to the 'jects Where the G's at (Ayy, ayy, westside, nigga!) What you know about that? (Ayy, ask 'em) What you know about that? (Ayy, ask 'em) What you know about that? (I'm talking to you, homie!) Hey, I know all about that (Ayy!) [Verse 3] Fresh off the jet to the block Burning rubber with the top popped (Ayy, ayy) My partners busting shots I tell 'em, "Stop, it make the block hot" (Ayy!) Your label got got (Ayy!) 'cause you are not hot (Ayy!) I got the top spot (Ayy!), and it will not stop (Ayy, ayy) Hey, video or not, Doc, we'll bust it 'til the Glock stop Drag you out that Bentley Coupe And take it to the chop shop (Ohh!) Partner, we not y'all (Ohh!), if it may pop off I'll answer the question (Ohh!) "Will I get your block knocked off?" (Geah!) This what it is, bruh (G-G-Geah!) Look, I will kill, bruh (G-G-Geah!) I'm in your hood (G-G-Geah!) If you a gangsta, what you hid for? Somebody better get bruh 'fore he get sent for Say you wanna squash it (Ayy, nigga, what?) What you still talking shit for? [Chorus] Don't you know I got kis by the three When I chirp, shawty chirp back Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey, I know all about that Loaded .44 on the low, where the cheese at? Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Hey, I know all about that25

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All I Want Is You

Miguel

[Intro: J. Cole] Damn (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Damn (Uh, uh, uh, uh) [Verse 1: J. Cole] Damn, Cole World I never thought I see that day that you my old girl Now I'm stuck here hollerin' at ol' girl Got one, got two, three, four girls Shotgun in the drop made a right Hut-one, hut-two, told them **** take a hike Then it's on to the next—on—on to the next one Hard to move on when you always regret one [Verse 2: Miguel] I wonder sometimes I wonder if I was wrong Tryna do right by you got me here Now all I am is alone [Pre-Chorus: Miguel] 'Cause her eyes, and those hips And that ass, don't compare, at all, no And at best, all they do is distract me but now Deep down, when I face it You might also like[Chorus: Miguel] All I want is you All I want is you, now All I want is you now Now that you're gone, gone, gone [Verse 3: Miguel] 'Cause being your friend is killin' me softly Hear voices, wonder where I went wrong It was my fault and the wrong time I wonder so often, regret gets exhaustin' [Pre-Chorus: Miguel] 'Cause her eyes, and those hips And that ass, don't compare, at all, no And at best, all they do is distract me but now Deep down, when I face it [Chorus: Miguel] All I want is you, mmh All I want is you, now All I want is you now, sugar Now that you're gone, gone, gone All I want is you, ooh-ooh, ooh All I want is you, now All I want is you now, baby Now that you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone [Bridge: Miguel & J. Cole] 'Cause they don't smile, huh, or smell like you And they don't make me laugh, or even cook like you And they don't photograph, nah, they don't sex like you Let's face it (Yeah) I can't replace it (Yeah) That's why all I want is you now [Verse 4: J. Cole] I hit the club when you left me thinkin' that could heal shit Tryna celebrate my Independence Day, Will Smith Baby girl, who I'm kiddin'? Still sick, real shit All my new hoes seem to get old real quick And could it be, you everything that these plain bitches couldn’t be? Is it a sign from the Lord that I shouldn’t be? Lost in the player way, sorta get old to me Got me on layaway, girl you got a hold on me I say, "I'm wrong", you say, "Come again?" Damn, said I was wrong, look don't rub it in I got a lot on my mind, got a flock full of dimes Like a line full of hoes, how they comin' in Just sayin', don’t wanna have me then somebody will I'm playin', weight on my chest like I body build I'm prayin', you ain’t content with tryna do your thang And come back baby, boomerang, 'rang, huh [Chorus: Miguel] That's why all I want is you now All I want is you, now All I want is you now, sugar Now that you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone [Outro: Miguel] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, oh Yeah, now that you're gone, gone, gone I want you back26

RBSoul

Chillin

Wale

[Intro] Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Hey, hey, hey Goodbye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye, hey! [Chorus: Lady Gaga & Wale] Lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at me Look at that, look how they lookin' at me Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees (Yeah) Look at that, look how they lookin' at me (Uh, uh) D.C. chillin', PG chillin' My name Wale and I came to get it Came to get it, came to get It My name Wale (Wale, Wale) [Verse 1: Wale] Shit, this how you start off '09 Kickin' in the door and I'm e'rybody problem Stuntin' in some other Jordan Nines I got Phil Knight talkin' about "How you got them?" Let's talk about the cars y'all got You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot I got the right to be cocky Get so much cut, disc jockeys jock me You niggas mad that you not me I remain a giant and you're Jeremy Shockey And if you ain't heard me properly If you speak garbage, then we no capiche D.C. chillin', PG chillin' Floor to the ceilin', stuntin' in my Billionaire Gear, oh my Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, Wale See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus: Lady Gaga & Wale] Lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at me Look at that, look how they lookin' at me Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees (Yeah) Look at that, look how they lookin' at me (Uh, uh) D.C. chillin', PG chillin' My name Wale and I came to get it Came to get it, came to get It My name Wale (Wale, Wale) [Verse 2: Wale] Yeah, they keep sayin' "Whale" but my name Wale Hoes call me "Mr. Never Wear The Same Thing" You redundant, You never ever change And I'm the same way, M.I.A And me, Cool & Dre gettin' high like planes Your man Wale in his own damn lane Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard D.C. since Sardines came Ha, and I made y'all love it We don't cop pleas but y'all don't cop nothin' Police come around, don't nobody say nothin' And you be with the cops, you niggas is McLovin Dark liquor 'til we busted 'Til I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullin District of Columbia You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya [Chorus: Lady Gaga & Wale] Look at, lookin' at, lookin' at me Look at that, look how they lookin' at me Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees (Yeah) Look at that, look how they lookin' at me (Uh, uh) D.C. chillin', PG chillin' My name Wale and I came to get it Came to get it, came to get It My name Wale (Wale, Wale) [Bridge: Lady Gaga] Get 'em all, get 'em all, pick it all up Stack up your funds like a million bucks Across the pond, they all know us International, whoa Driving my car to a foreign place Lookin' at me, now they know my face We want it all now, we got it all, yup Look at that, look at how they lookin' at us [Verse 3: Wale] Dre, pick 'em up, pick 'em, I'll shut them all down Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em, point them out Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene Folarin be ballin' for all y'all to see Ain't I something the way I'm stuntin'? My material girls give 'em Arab money! LV on my luggage Them Bammas goin' hate and I love it, fuck 'em [Outro: Lady Gaga] Flyest of the boys, flyest at the bars Flying in the sky with that money and arts We want it all now, we got it all, yup Look at that, look at how they lookin' at us Flyest of the boys, flyest at the bars Flying in the sky with that money and arts We want it all now, we got it all, yup Look at that, look at how they lookin' at us4

Hip-Hop

Dollar and a Dream II

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah, aye wassup man? Aye, uh, aye look man, can I- can I get on- can I just get on this bus? All I got is a dollar fifty, I'm just sayin'. I just tryna get- I'm tryna get on the bus, man. I ain't got no mon- all I got is a dollar fifty, I don't go two dollars. Man, fuck you and yo' bus, nigga! (Yeah) Hey, hey (Yeah, got a dollar and a dream) Yeah, yeah I got a dollar and a dream (Yeah), yeah I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Everything ain't what it seems I got a dollar and a dream, hey (Hey, I'm dreamin') [Verse 1] Ayy, ayy, I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems (Uh) Niggas hating but I love them even though they trying to scheme But I'm past that (Past that), a nigga's stock is rising like the Nasdaq (Uh-huh) They say I’m the future but yet I’m giving niggas flashbacks Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played I represent the struggle, nigga, I say what they never say Whenever they spit that bullshit they spittin' This that pulpit, I’m hittin' niggas with the gospel (And the lord said) Hostile with them hoes, I got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems What it means to know your mama or your father on that pipe On that hard white, I’ll tell you what them scars like I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail Tired of siftin' through my mail, I feel like Cartwright, bills (Bills and bills and bills) For real, a nigga ill Just let me do the talkin', man, I know how niggas feel You might also like[Chorus] I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems (God damn, nigga. These motherfuckin' bill collectors, man) I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems (Can't even God damn turn on my phone without these nigga ringin' me up) I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems (They tryna call me from different numbers and shit. Tryna- tryna fool me, nigga. I'm Lil Cole, nigga!) Yeah, got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems, yeah [Verse 2] I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seem Every lady ain't no ho and every bitch ain't no queen Every nigga ain't no dog and every nigga ain't no king (Uh-huh) Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump (Haha) They shootin' niggas 'fore they even tell 'em put their hands up Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive Probably thinkin' that I’m slangin', man, I see it in their eyes But inside of my pocket is a dollar, plus a dream Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems See, I seen how she glance and looked away like she want it I ain't sayin' I'ma fuck her, but I could if I wanted Know it hurts that she flirt with a nigga, this is worse I bet if I was to hit, man I wouldn’t be the first (Nah) This is church, this is gospel (And the lord said) Spit it like I get it from the Bible for your survival [Hook] I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems (Yeah, ayy, yeah-yeah-yeah) Ayy, I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems (Uh-uh, uh, uh) Ayy, I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team (Wait 'til I get my money ri- hehehehe) Everything ain't what it seem Yeah, I got a dollar and a dream, yeah, I got a dollar and a dream (Wait 'til I get my money right, I'm dreamin') [Verse 3] Check it Aye Sallie, I know I ain't been answerin' your calls (Aww, not this bitch, yeah) But shit, let me explain- (I can explain, I can explain) It's because times been hard Been runnin' 'round tryna find a job (I can't get no job) I hear my phone ringing in the morning, 9 o’clock And it's you (God damn), can't even front, I press ignore (Yeah) I still got your letters layin' in my dresser drawer (Haha) You tellin' me about all the things you did for me (I know, I know, I know, I know) When I was broke, you sent me dough and that was big for me (I know, I know, big for me) See you was there every year when I needed you And you were so quick to give I had to be with you Remember when I used to call you on your phone line I knew it was official when my mama cosigned (Haha, yeah) But in no time, a nigga graduated I hit the real world, baby girl, I'm sad to say it But I was usin' you, you gave a nigga major stacks (Major stacks) And I know in my heart one day that I'm gon' pay you back I got a dollar and a dream [Outro] I'll pay you back. Look, can we- can we set up some type of payment plan or somethin'? Like, you know what I'm sayin'? Like, you know? I just graduated six months ago so you know, times is kinda- times is kinda hard, baby. I- I just- can I just pay you like a lil' bit right now and then I pay you- I pay you the rest next- next month when I get paid. Can I just do somethin' like that? I gotta- I'm not even gon' lie to you, I don't, I don't really have it right now. I gotta pay how much? Five thousand dol- Aw, nigga is you crazy? Bitch you lucky I even answered the phone, I shouldn't have even picked up this motherfucker, I s- Look, what's ya- what's ya name? Can I- can I speak to a manager? You are the manager? Look, look can I speak to yo' manager? Who's- who owns this motherfucker? Let me talk to the owner! God damn it, I ain't- y'all niggas crazy... hahaha7

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Hustlin’

Rick Ross

[Intro] Every day, I'm hustlin', hustlin', hustl— Hustlin', hustlin', hustl— Hustlin', hustlin', hustl— Hustlin', hustlin' [Chorus] Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm— every day, I'm— every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm— every day, I'm— every day, I'm hustlin' [Verse 1] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I'm the fuckin' boss Seven-forty-five, white-on-white, that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What?) I keep 'em comin' back (What?), we keep 'em comin' back I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic (Woo!) I know Pablo (Pablo), Noriega (Noriega) The real Noriega—he owe me a hundred favors (Church) I ain't petty, nigga, we buy the whole thang See, most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back (Roof back), my money right (My money right) I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatched Black, I cried for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus] Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustli— Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm— every day, I'm [Verse 2] We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard— whip it— whip it real hard I caught a charge (You caught a charge?), I caught a charge (Yeah?) Whip it real hard— whip it— whip it real hard Ain't 'bout no funny shit, still bitches and business I'm on my money shit, still whippin' them Benzes (Woo) Major league—who catchin'? Because I'm pitchin' (I'm pitchin') Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens (My chickens) They flyin' over—Pacific, to be specific Triple C's, you know it's fact, we holdin' sacks So nigga, go on, rat (Go on, rat), run and tell 'em that (Tell 'em that) More cars (More cars), more hoes (More hoes) More clothes (More clothes), more blow [Chorus] Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustli— Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm— every day, I'm [Verse 3] It's time to spend my thrills (Thrills), custom spinnin' wheels (Wheels) I ain't drove in a week—them bitches spinnin' still (Still) Talk about me, 'cause these suckers scared to talk about me Killers chalkin' 'bout me (What? Chalkin'), it ain't no talk about me (What? It ain't no talk about me) It ain't no walkin' 'round me (It ain't no walkin' 'round me), see all these killers 'round me? Lot of drug-dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County (Whoa) Don't tote no (Twenty-twos), Magnum cost me (Twenty-two) Sat it on them (Twenty-twos), birds go for (Twenty-two) Lil' mama super thick (Thick), she say she (Twenty-two) She seen 'em (Twenty-twos), we in Room (Two-twenty-two) I touch work, like I'm Convertible Burt (Burt) I got distribution, so I'm convertin' the work (Work) In the (M-I-yayo) them niggas rich off (Yayo) Steady slangin' (Yayo), my Chevy bangin' (Ayo) [Chorus] Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustli— Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm— every day, I'm42

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Lost One

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh (It's not a diss song, it's just a real song) Uh, uh (You feel me?) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I heard motherfuckers sayin' they made Hov Made Hov say, "Okay, so? Make another Hov!" Niggas wasn't playin' they day role So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though I put friends over business end of the day though But when friends' business interests is Day Glow Ain't nothin' left to say though, I guess we forgot what we came fo' Shoulda stayed in food and beverage Too much flossin', too much Sam Rothstein I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them Hov had to get the shallow shit up off him And I ain't even want to be famous Niggas is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes And I ain't even know how it came to this Except that fame is the worst drug known to man It's stronger than, heroin When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am" And still not see what you've become I know I'm guilty of it too, but not like them; you lost one You might also like[Chorus: Chrisette Michele & Jay-Z] Lose one, let go to get one (One, one, one) Get one, lose some to win some (One, one, one, one, you lost one) Story of a champion (One, one, one) Sorry, I'm a champion, you lost one (One, one, one, one, uh) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I don't think it's meant to be, B For she loves her work more than she does me And honestly, at twenty-three I would probably love my work more than I did she So, we ain't we, it's me and her 'Cause what she prefers over me is work And that's where we differ So I have to give her free time, even if it hurts So, breathe, mami, it's deserved You've been put on this Earth to be all you can be like the Reserves And me? My time in the army, it's served So I have to allow she her time to serve The time's now for her, in time she'll mature And maybe we can be we again like we were Finally, my time's too short to share And to ask her now it ain't fair, so yeah, she lost one [Chorus: Chrisette Michele & Jay-Z] Lose, one, let go to get one (One, one, one) Get one, lose some to win some One, one, one, oh yeah, she lost one Story of a champion (One, one, one) Sorry I'm a champion, you lost one (One, one, one) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] My nephew died in the car I bought So under the belief it's partly my fault Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord But time don't go back, it goes forward Can't run from the pain, go towards it Some things can't be explained, what caused it? Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit! Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it 'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift Almost lost my faith, that restored it It's like havin' your life restarted Can't wait for your child's life to be a part of it So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift To return, when I lost you, I lost it [Chorus: Chrisette Michele & Jay-Z] Lose, one, let go to get one (One, one, one) Get, one, lose some to win some One, one, one, Colleek, I lost one Story of a champion (One, one, one) Colleek, you're a champion, I lost one (One, one, one)24

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Piggy Bank

50 Cent

[Produced by Needlz] [Chorus] Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Refrain] Man, I’ll get at you! My knife cuts your skin I’ll get at you! Blow shots at your man I’ll get at you! 2Pac don’t pretend I’ll get at you! I’ll put that to an end [Verse 1] That damn shit is old, don’t be screamin’ “Get At Me Dog”, Have you runnin’ for your life when I match ya part I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal A lil’ nigga hurt his arm, lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine I’ll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine C’mon on man, you know how I shine I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don’t hear no shots?, That fat nigga thought “Lean Back” was “In da Club” My shit sold eleven mill’, his shit was a dud, Jada don’t fuck with me, if you wanna eat Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep, Yeah homey in New York niggas like your vocals But that’s only New York dawg, yo’ ass is local See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Post-Chorus] Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money [Verse 2] Banks’ shit, sells; Buck’s shit, sells Game’s shit, sells; I’m rich as hell Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell He don’t want it with me, he in PC I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank For just a few pennies out my piggy bank, Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203 Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see Your picture and says she looks like me,, Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard then Nas went And tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you cuzz First thing they say about you is you’s a sucker for love,, This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots After your next move I’ll give you what I got, [Chorus] Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Post-Chorus] Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money [Refrain] When I get at you, I’ll punch out your grill I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel I’ll get at you! Nigga, I’m for real I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killed [Outro] Yeah Yeahhhhhh Hahahaha Ya’ll niggas gotta do somethin' now man All the shoot ‘em up shit ya’ll be talkin’ You gotta do somethin' baby I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody’s listenin' Nigga everybody’s listenin' Hahahahahahaha I know you ain’t gon' just let 50 do you like that I mean damn rep your hood nigga Nigga, you hard right? Pop off Yayo give my orders to them niggas on the phone tell them niggas I said grip up Niggas got a green light on these monkeys Hahahaha11

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Retrospect for Life

Common

[Intro: Common] Yo, we gotta start respectin' life more y'all You look at your brother man you gotta see yourself Gotta see the God within him We brothers gettin' changed real quick over nothin' We losin' too many of ours Gotta recreate y'all Yo, check it [Verse 1: Common] Knowin' you the best part of life, do I have the right to take yours? Cause I created you, irresponsibly Subconciously knowin' the act I was a part of The start of somethin', I'm not ready to bring into the world Had myself believin' I was sterile I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl Turnin' this woman's womb into a tomb But she and I agree, a seed we don't need You would've been much more than a mouth to feed But someone, I would've fed this information I read To someone, my life for you I woulda had to leave Instead I lead you to death I'm sorry for takin' your first breath, first step, and first cry But I wasn't prepared mentally nor financially Havin' a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me Plus I wanted you to be raised within a family I don't wanna, go through the drama of havin a baby's momma Weekend visits and buyin' J's ain't gon' make me a father For a while bearing a child is somethin' I never wanted to do For me to live forever I can only do that through you Nerve I got to talk about them niggas with a gun Must have really thought I was God to take the life of my son I could have sacrificed goin' out To think my homies who did it I used to joke about From now on I'ma use self control instead of birth control Cause 315 dollars ain't worth your soul 315 dollars ain't worth your soul 315 dollars ain't worth it See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus: Lauryn Hill] I never dreamed you'd leave in summer You said you would be here when it rained Why didn't you stay [Verse 2: Common] Seeing you as a present and a gift in itself You had our child in you, I probably never feel what you felt But you dealt with it like the strong black woman you are Through our trials and tribulations, child's elimination An integration of thoughts I feel about the situation Back and forth my feelings was pacin' Happy deep down but not joyed enough to have it But even that's a lie in less than two weeks, we was back at it Is this unprotected love or safe to say it's lust Bustin', more than the sweat in somebody you trust Or is it that we don't trust each other enough And believe, havin' this child'll make us have to stay together Girl I want you in my life cause you have made it better Thinkin' we all in love cause we can spend a day together We talkin' spendin' the rest of our lives It's too many black women that can say they mothers, but can't say that they wives I wouldn't chose any other to mother my understanding But I want our parenthood to come from planning It's so much in my life that's undone We gotta see eye to eye, about family, before we can become one If you had decided to have it the situation I wouldn't run from But I'm walkin', findin' myself in my God So I can, discipline my son with my rod Not have a judge tellin' me how and when to raise my seed Though his death was at our greed, with no one else to blame I had a book of African names, case our minds changed You say your period hasn't came, and lately I've been sleepy So quit smokin' the weed and the beadies and let's have this boy [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] I never dreamed you'd leave in summer You said you would be here when it rained Why didn't you stay I never dreamed you'd leave in summer Now the situations made things change Why didn't you stay8

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Two Words

Kanye West

[Chorus: Kanye West] We in the streets, playa, get your mail It's only two places you end up: either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go Still nowhere to go Now throw your hands up—hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody—fuck that! Still nowhere to go Still nowhere to go [Verse 1: Yasiin Bey] Listen, two words: United States, no love, no breaks Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules Presidential scandals, everybody move Two words: Mos Def, K. West, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit We won't stop shit—everybody move! Two words: B-K, N-Y, Bed-Stuy Too harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Heavy traffic, one lane—everybody move! Two words: Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon cock We won't stop—everybody move! You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & Harlem Boys Choir] Now throw your hands up (Throw your hands up high) Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody—fuck that Still nowhere to go Still nowhere to go And keep your hands up ('Til they reach the sky) Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody—fuck that Still nowhere to go Still nowhere to go [Verse 2: Kanye West] Two words: Chi-Town, Southside, worldwide 'Cause I rep that 'til I fuckin' die One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats One wall, twenty plaques, dues paid, gimme that I am limelight, Blueprint, five mics Go-Getters rhyme like should've been signed twice Most imitated, Grammy nominated Hotel accommodated, cheerleader prom-dated Barbershop player-hated, mom-and-pop bootlegged it Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in Two words: Chi-Town raised me, crazy So I live by two words: "Fuck you, pay me" Screaming, "Jesus, save me" You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me 'Cause on judgment day, you gon' blame me Look, God—it's the same me And I basically know now, we get racially profiled 'Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down Plus, I got a whole city to hold down From the bottom, so the top's the only place to go now [Chorus: Kanye West & Harlem Boys Choir] Now throw your hands up (Throw your hands up high) Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes Everybody—fuck that Still nowhere to go Still nowhere to go [Verse 3: Freeway] Two words: Freeway; two letters: A-R Turn y'all rap niggas to two words: fast runners Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your burner The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God Two words: no guns, break arms Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal Free, young boss, freshman of the Roc With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl Forget your squad, better 'fend for yourself Have you screamin' out four words: "Send for the law," ugh Two words: Freeway, slightly retarded Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad [Outro: Yasiin Bey & Harlem Boys Choir] Red, white, blue, black (Throw your hands up) Calm down, move back (Throw your hands up) Motherfuckers askin', "Who is that?" (Throw your hands up) You know it's the almighty Black Jack (Throw your hands up) Mos Def, K. West (Throw your hands up) Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (Throw your hands up) North to the south, to the east, to the west (Throw your hands up) Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (Throw your hands up) (High) And show it to 'em like53

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The Die

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] "I present: The death of The Cool!" [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] (Die) Well, I heard like groups of cows That all your enemies wanna shoot you down They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac-11s Semi-automatic weapons that produce ka-pows Word on the street is they all got heaters They gon' hit you up, you ain't even gonna see it You got a lot of money, I ain't tryna be funny But they say where you goin', you ain't even gonna need it (Die) I seen you ridin' round, shinin' with your fine round Diamonds, pretty green-eyed lady Been on the sideline, plottin' while you primetime, poppin' Hungry niggas want a piece of your pastry I suggest you protect your bakery 'Cause they comin' for your head And there's a bounty on the chain That's hangin' from your neck, you see [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] I don't know what you been told In your ear, but I hear it's goin' down Somebody gotta (Die) Know, oh, what you been told in your ear But here's what's goin' round Somebody gotta (Die) You might also like[Verse 2: GemStones] Hit a nigga, put the mini Mac strap, clap Any nigga think he gettin' G's down here Enemy to any nigga gettin' money on my honey Man, I heard Michael Young is the real clown here Run upon a nigga from the back with a Mac Gon' be strapped 'cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten Run upon this nigga 'Lac, rat-a-tat-tat Click-clack, where this nigga at? I needs in Shit is going down if ever I see him Rub a nigga out like Oxy 10 And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet To pay the coppers so they can never box me in (Die!) That's what I'm thinkin' 'bout Ridin' around polishin' this big pistol I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam So, until we meet again, nigga, it's cool [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] I don't know what you been told In your ear, but I hear it's goin' down Somebody gotta (Die) Know, oh, what you been told in your ear But here's what's goin' round Somebody gotta (Die) [Spoken (over Chorus): Lupe Fiasco] Man, man You just need to— You just need to relax, man, trust me [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco and GemStones] Don't pay them niggas no mind, they hatin' on you Ain't nobody with a shotty out plannin' to do a robbery Itchin' to catch a body Creepin' in a stolen jaloppy out there waitin' on you I'm sittin' in this stolen car, finna rob this nigga Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him? I been waitin' all day tryna spot this nigga I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga, uh Plus, they don't know about the chopper in the trunk The Glocks in the box and the nine on tuck The bulletproof glass, the 40 in the stash I pull the steering wheel and it pop on up 40 caliber stashed up in this cash box Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em with a padlock AK in the trunk, where the sounds bump Two twin Glock 40's, and a 9 in his damn crotch Man... (Die) We finna go up in this club, show a little love Get a few drinks, holler at some girls Snatch up a pair, leave outta there Put some dro' in the air, then go and get some grub They finna go up in the club, show a little love Get a few drinks, holler at some girls Snatch up a pair, leave outta there Put some dro in the air, then catch a few slugs Ay, ay, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee And don't go nowhere, nigga, wait for me And if some niggas do kill you in the next few minutes Just remember, my nigga, it's a heaven for a G [Outro: Lupe Fiasco and Gemstones] [Lupe Fiasco] Ay, ay hold this right there I'll be, I'll be right back--I gotta take a piss man hold on Fa sho. Ay man, ay don't leave i'll be right back Ay don't leave i'll be back [GemStones] Hurry your ass up man. Damn Coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what Hustla for life! Ay man, nigga hurry your ass up. Shit I'mma cool ass nigga man Fuckin' three in the mornin' I'm the coolest muthafucka in the world, man Niggas ain't fuckin' with me man Nigga i'm high, smokin'. Fly ass car I run these muthafuckin' streets, and these niggas out here lookin' for me Man i wish a muthafucka' would... Ay, nigga hurry your ass up, nigga! Damn [footsteps and a gun cocking] [Other voice] Whats up now nigga? Ain't too cool now is you nigga?8

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Pressure

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Roc-A-Fella 1st and...! Jay! Lupe! Yeah! Ugh! [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] And so it seems that I'm sewing jeans And 1st and 15th is just a sewing machine So I cut the pattern and I sew its seams and Button in this hustling, then, publicly, I'm Buddy Lee There's no busting them And cuffing them is like ushering in the regime They want me to make Prince pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back Call them Lu-vi's, old jeans covered in blue dye (Woo!) Give 'em the game, that's like giving chocolate to the fat Look: how you think I got here? That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid In the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back Made me a ripper, deliver like river Content a lil' more thicker, slicker, yeah! And they said oil and water don't mix Now they all down at the beach, washing off the fish Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships Yeah! You might also like[Chorus: GemStones] It's my life (My life) Everything I do I do for you (I do it all for you) Everything I say, you know it's the truth (I'll say it is the truth) I'll take all the pressure off of you (Take pressure off of you) I'll take the pressure off of you [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah! Uhh, it's hella proper (proper) 'Cause it sag so low you can see boxer—like a boxer's That's the way that the family's pants worn Don't be sly and try and put 'em on The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones' locker Beware if you wanna rock the Knickerbocker Other nigga from the block what, they was selling O's Like Wheel of Fortune, of imported cocaine Just to feel important, it was "Do or Die" They was tired of being "Po' Pimps," not for sure (Sure) That was just a product of my common sense (Sense) I guess, I was just guessing like the consonants Momma said, "Beware of what the devil do" "Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the Ws" So go 'head and pirate the highest Cannons make you leak like, pirated my shh... It's no shh.. it's just shh like quiet And big homie's out of retirement, nigga Yessir! [Chorus: GemStones & Jay-Z] It's my life (My life) Everything I do I do for you (I do it all for you) Everything I say, you know it's the truth (I'll say it is the truth) I'll take all the pressure off of you (Take pressure off of you) Unh! I'll take (Young!) the pressure off of you Unh! [Verse 3: Jay-Z] So the pen is mightier than the sword, my Lord My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes (Unh) And I still remain the artiste through thees all If you force my hand, I'll be forced to draw (Hahaha) If the war calls for Warhols Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls I make niggas murals, then escape the Bureau's investigation Out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound, boy (Rrrrra!) Here's a round, boy (Rrrra! Rrrra!), down, boy Sound boy, you don't wanna sound-clash; loud noise Leave niggas paranoid if not paralyzed Which means you can't walk in my shoes Too much green; you can't talk in my hue Extend the team, nigga, holla at Lu' 1st and 15th, that's my cue I'm through [Chorus: GemStones] It's my life (My life) Everything I do I do for you (I do it all for you) Everything I say, you know it's the truth (I'll say it is the truth) I'll take all the pressure off of you (Take pressure off of you) I'll take the pressure off of you9

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Catacomb Kids

Aesop Rock

[Verse 1] I was a dark, dumb student, no hooky rookie Day tripping on visions of chickens that looked like R. Crumb drew 'em They grew him in the royal dirt of Suffolk County's flooring With the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushing sniffles Fit into the aforementioned or slip through the pinholes 'Zook' slip through the pinholes, crispy the godsender Who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender (What's this?) Broke the formal squad sensor, root down Feelers out across the marsh before it was 'awesome cars' My calling card cavalry cook in a '85 Dodge Ares Gas for Huntington and back barely Equipped with super soakers full of piss And an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit The kid pilot his ring king dummies to King Kullen Where he hollered 'fuck the world' from a parking lot in the suburbs What's this? A couple spray cans and a little litter But they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters So fuck ;em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props But things will still go bump when them halogens pop Believe, or be there when it happens The shaking of the plates off the mantle The snaking of the flames off the candle The lady of the lake off the answers The mating of mistakes 'til they're de-planting cadavers Now it's rest in peace Lou Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to Further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency Damn doggy, good times, thanks I wrote your name in wet cement by the Brooklyn Banks (What's this?) You might also like[Chorus] I'm an activator Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later Catacomb kids cuddle a fantastic labor When the towns speed freaks sleep Trap the traitor, he will ask for papers What's this Say I'm an activator Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre By the snotty little muzzle of a latch-key neighbor When the folk push aggie over some dap with gators He will catch the vapors [Verse 2] A couple Playboy mud-flaps and hell on his heels Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shovel his meals Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter So dinner split a lima bean in triplets, pick a winner It took a couple summers puking pills behind the dumpster As the largest Pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers One shoe in a soupy gutter, one shoe in a velvet heaven Where the mermaids harlem shake up out a lake of melted weapons What's this? Dance purty with the hooligan nation Who are impatiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift Extra the days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit Yeah I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery What's this Sparky nails pigs, stigmata for all good sport Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court And chase cheese fries with Binaca They had shut the school down early There were bombs inside the lockers No concept of the problem, we responded like a snow day And would clobber shit to flotsam, 'til the cop said it was okay Okay show the squadrons back into their boxes Like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors And I walk into the office, coughing awful ether often Flaunt a parking meter fever, knuckle up for Love and Rockets It was rain of the razor laser, day of the cloudy howdy Flight of the shelter melter, you can bow without me (What's this?) [Chorus] I'm an activator Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later Catacomb kids cuddle a fantastic labor When the towns speed freaks sleep Trap the traitor, he will ask for papers What's this Say I'm an activator Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre By the snotty little muzzle of a latch-key neighbor When the folk push aggie over some dap with gators He will catch the vapors [Outro] Watch me jump What's this Knock em out the box, Aes5

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Buffalo Bill

Eminem

[Intro: Victim & Buffalo Bill] Ahh! You sick asshole, let me go Somebody please! Help! Oh my God, please help me! Oh "It fits perfect" [Verse 1: Eminem] Better watch out, sucker, now I got you where I want ya Onslaught coming, and I'm packing in my lunch a Bunch of missile launchers and a bunch of contra– –band, van full of ganja; now, come on, jump Man, stop moshin' Marshall; oh my God, ya Doing the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra– –plegic, boogying down to Frank Sinatra Lindsay to the Lohan, lick it while you let me watch ya Who'da knew the Buddha'd do to me what it's done? Such cynicism when there’s izm in my system Blunt hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lips, son So much on my hands, I got to give my kids a fist bump Christo-pher Reeves swimmin' in my swim trunks "Mister – Help me", is what he said to me, and then sunk Women, skinning them and cutting them up in chunks In comes the woman with cocoa butter skin, once [Chorus: Eminem] Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts Man, you don't want to go up in those hills Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] Always, you can see him lurkin' in the hallways Carcasses of Caucasian females in his crawl space How the hell did he fit 'em all into such a small place? Hide 'em in the wall, well, how long will the drywall take? Well, fuck it then, I got nothing but time, I'll wait Until it dries, for the moment, I guess you're all safe After I sand it and buff it I guess that I'll paint My chainsaw's out of gas, my regular saw ain't Now, here I come again, damn stomach rumbling You can even hear the evil spirits coming from within Someone's in the back of my damn house, rummaging It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want her skin Vinn— On the hunt again, when will it ever end? Evelyn, why you trying to fight? You will never win Severin' legs, arms; damn, there goes another limb Pull the lever, then; trapdoor, death is evident [Chorus: Eminem] Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts Man, you don't want to go up in those hills Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill [Verse 3: Eminem] Now, what you know about Buffalo Bill? Nothin', so chill Fuckin' ho, you better fuckin' hold still Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket don't spill Cut 'em, gut 'em, and just get to stuffin' those girls Man, I think she had enough of those pills Sedate her, then I wait, I come back later Just a-clutching those steel Blades, baby, when I cut ya don't squeal I hate the loud noises, I fuckin' told you! I keep hearing voices, like "Wouldn't you like to go and get your butcher knife And push it right through her While you put your shish kebab skewers into her Barbecue her, would you do to her What you usually do to a girl whose skin's newer?" (In a world of sin you are, this is turning into a Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornament you are) I'll be sure to Ginsu ya 'til there's no more skin to ya Boo-yah! Who ya think you're fucking with? Duck, because here he comes again [Chorus: Eminem] Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts Man, you don't want to go up in those hills Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill48

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Mean & Vicious

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] He's meaaaan, and vicious [Verse 1] (Uh!) I can't believe he's that rude To those stories, those rhymes, that Jew Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food And put 'em on the track like glue Then put 'em on your head like hat, hey back to you, Lu Black power, I'm just runnin' with a barrel full of black powder With a hole in it holdin' it wheezin' deep, breathin' Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep leavin' I can't shake it, I swear it's heat seekin', I keep seekin' Somewhere to hide from it, duck and dive from it But it keep keepin' up, just when I think that I've done it It keep sneakin' up, oh, leakin' barrel of black powder How that flame keep reachin' us? Just one of the long-winded, extended metaphors of Lu's This time I use an example of a fuse to demonstrate How I can't lose, I would put it down But I can't due to the glue that I use to fuse Everything together, well, I spilt some on my hands And goddamn, I might have to carry this forever Well I'm crazy to the game till they bury me insane [Hook] There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of Chicago, liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang Doin' his thang, doin' his thang There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of Chicago liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like Doin' his thang, doin' his thang You might also like[Verse 2] Truthfully, I have trouble with second verses Cause the first one be so intimidatin', it be bullyin' Pickin on it, instigatin', pointin' out all the second one's limitations Like, "You ain't nothin but a imitation, like, bits o' bacon Then he gets the chorus and the beat to get together Then they all gang up on him and get to hatin' But then around the eighth bar he tires of their conspirin' Commiseratin, then he finds his inspiration To spar, he takes a few seconds of judo lessons Gets back on beat, then punches the guitar They stand in awe, like, "When did you write that?" They ain't even right, black, first verse already happened So he don't have a chance to fight back, I like that Abagnale Junior, check me, you gon' respect me Aight, 'Trakk, listen to him, feelin' himself Swagger up and a few ad-libs to back it up (woo!) Let's back it up, I think you've had enough Give me my mic back, you ain't even write that Oh, it's like that?, 'Trakk, stop pumpin' 'Til this nigga stop frontin',, yeah, yeah, now right back [Hook] There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of Chicago, liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang Doin' his thang, doin' his thang There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of Chicago liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like Doin' his thang, doin' his thang [Verse 3] Oh my God, my perils and my odds I ain't really here, what you hear is a mirage This ain't the delivery, baby, this is just Lamaze The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a massage The King Arthur, rhythm of the night, El DeBarge The camouflage water in the distance, flogging a camel To get there with the quickness, mean and vicious Grinch Who Stole Christmas and hid it in the garage That was a collage, a barrage, I brought all things That seem keen to help this thing start Jump, jump, my battery charge I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from Mars Its a mean thing to be seen with ours Got that F&F on me, I'm a young lil' thriller I will resurrect, homie, come back for my killa In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, it's on [Hook] There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of Chicago, liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang Doin' his thang, doin' his thang There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of Chicago liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like Doin' his thang, doin' his thang [Outro] It's meaaaaan, and vicious9

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Certified

Diverse

[Intro] I don't believe you're ready for this Are you ready for this? We'd like to capture your minds right now Take you a little bit higher With a little black rock Rock it, rock Rock it, rock Rock is so Yo [Verse 1] Rock is so neo for my people This cerebral thought, bleed and fought Brought on by my alter ego, I hawk like the desert eagle We talk the crust feeble minded motherfuckers Uncover they gliss cause it's not on your wrist Givin' you somethin' to twist up Lift up and breath in, I let it resonate Elevating like smoke that broke through heaven's gate Some estimate that I can take it wherever it leads me This ain't easy but I'm steady gettin' my elbows greasy Puttin' my back in it Accent it with facts in it. This a reality Radically left wing and my next, breedin' with sex Gs and inanimate objects, with prospects and movements Supreme, you said yourself. Who else would I represent? While time leavin' evidence, I'm conceivin' the head of it Receivement try to see me at eye to eye level With 6 shots pumpin' plots, fierce to pierce metal Your armor no match for me. Understandably so, yo You might also like[Chorus] Who wanna test the levels of their versify? Spinnin' the earth and search beneath it where the purpose lies Ready to dance under the pale moonlight You'll soon find what you're dealing with significantly certified Who wanna test Mr. "Three-I-Versify"? Your whole notions in this thing have been commercialized Ready to dance under the pale moonlight You'll soon find [Verse 2] I verbalize surface ties and merchandise theory Clearly open their threshold to expose my exposé Obey your thirst, a simple page of verse, refreshingly dope Indelibly soaked up on rush confusion My enterprise identifies the city skies and urban manifestos Rose up through the chaos to shake plots and pose Visions enclosed in a globe spinnin', I'm seein' Be out in my satellite capturin' sight that your eyes couldn't fathom Fillin' up the still cane and spreadin' over your terrain Changin' complexions, intersection, that you holdin' down It goes around like bad karma with mass trauma, the 1200 Yo, who want it? Cause I'm much obliged to give it With centrifugal forces, sources beyond your physics My mic chemistry, convincingly providin' what's efficiently fly Straight to your chest, comin' off o' my mouth You know your armor no match for me. Understandably so, yo [Chorus] Who wanna test the levels of their versify? Spinnin' the earth and search beneath it where the purpose lies Ready to dance under the pale moonlight You'll soon find what you're dealin' with significantly certified Who wanna test Mr. "Three-I-Versify"? Your whole notions in this thing have been commercialized Ready to dance under the pale moonlight You'll soon find Yo, certified [Outro] Certified (Certified, certified.) Some call me super Certified (Ready to dance under the pale moonlight.) Call me super (Certified.) Certified (Certified, certified.) Call me super Certified (Ready to dance under the pale moonlight. You'll soon find.) Call me super (Certified.) Certified Call me super Certified Call me super Certified Call me super Certified Call me super (x2) Certified Call me super Certified Call me super Certified Call me super

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Without Me

Eminem

[Intro: Obie Trice] Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks Ra—, *record scratch* [Refrain 1: Eminem] Two trailer-park girls go 'round the outside 'Round the outside, 'round the outside Two trailer-park girls go 'round the outside 'Round the outside, 'round the outside Woo! (Ooh, ooh) [Refrain 2: Eminem] Guess who's back, back again? Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da) (Da-da-da, da, da, da, da) [Verse 1: Eminem] I've created a monster 'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not cooperating When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating (Hey!) You waited this long, now stop debating 'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me, so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits (Fuck you, Debbie!) You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me [Verse 2: Eminem] Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feelin' like prisoners, helpless 'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch!" A visionary, vision is scary Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves A rebel, so just let me revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass, you asked for me? Well, I'm back, da-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna Enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention, back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting Testing, "Attention, please" Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? [Chorus: Eminem] Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me [Verse 3: Eminem] A tisket, a tasket, I'll go tit-for-tat wit' Anybody who's talkin', "This shit, that shit" Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You thirty-six-year-old bald-headed fag, blow me You don't know me, you're too old, let go It's over, nobody listens to techno Now let's go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting But it's just me, I'm just obscene (Yeah) Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do Black music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey!) There's a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'd be so empty without me [Chorus: Eminem] Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me [Outro: Eminem] Hum, dei-dei, la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la Hum, dei-dei, la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la Kids!438

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Muddy Swim Trunks

Asher Roth

[Intro] Seared Foie Gras with Quince and Cranberry One day, I'm gonna say something really impressive [Scratches] Hey yo quick life lesson, never touch a man's (god damn) While he's resting or while he's bench pressing Hey yo quick life lesson, never touch a man's (god damn) While he's resting or while he's bench pressing Hey yo quick life lesson, never touch a man's Hey yo quick life lesson, never touch a man's Hey yo quick life lesson, Hey yo quick life lesson Hey yo-hey yo-hey yo-yo-yo- [Verse] Hey yo quick life lesson, never touch a man's (god damn) While he's resting or while he's bench pressing Hanging out with Pan, playing flutes for affection Hoping to seduce so I use this erection Uh, viewer discretion, sex drug reference Smoking all your weed, about a quarter pound of headies Stroking on your sheets while you organize the wedding Flowing on the beat, got to fortify my sentences Yeah strengthen my oratory weapons Forget the pen, Emerson in a second Past life present, shots is like deafening Heard around the world like the Giants won the pennant Ain't no need to get defensive Like Revis for the Jets or Arenas when he bets I was messing, please don't be so aggressive You wasting T-cells when you hating on my flesh and blood Don't be mad that this rap's my profession And I go to class in the same clothes I slept in And watch hoes arm wrestle while I'm reffing Over the top, psych, nah, mic checking, uh Just you wait until we get to the intestine That real shit, Ms. Frizz kind of life lesson Magic School Bus type riding on the record "The science of the mind, I am highly interested" No religion, if I did it would be Buddha Or maybe Hindu, cause Ganesha is remover Of everything that's pseudo and that's including you know Losers starting rumors that I'm similar to Bruno Cool, yo, that doesn't bother me a tiny bit (Nah) I'm confident, I'll take it as a compliment Anonymous nonsense, well, that's time spent I'm too wild, trying to take it on back to '9-6 Illadelph Halflife, All Eyez have been nixed Beats, Rhymes and Life and Stakes is High shit It Was Written in the scriptures, ATLiens exist By Ironman and Dr. Octagonecologyst So quit it with your Cristal sipping, wack spitting That's finished that instant that Asher Roth steps in Admit it, that kid is bad with it Fast-witted, tactitic, too brash to ask critics, 'cause They just bums, disgrunts who couldn't cut it So they judging others on how to do something But fuck it, I ain't trusting nothing but my gut Try anything once except for fucking up the butt And hugging on the nuts of some owner of some buzz-nuss All for some bucks and some buzz cause, tut tut I'll be doing this just for fun stuff (like what?) Jumping in the mud in my swim trunksYou might also like

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Public Service Announcement

JAY-Z

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Jay-Z & Just Blaze] This is a public service announcement Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during our generation [Verse 1: JAY-Z] Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov, oh, H-to-the-O-V I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire I be the music biz number one supplier Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, that's right Hov, oh, not D.O.C. But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do It Better" I check cheddar like a food inspector My homie Strict told me, "Dude, finish your breakfast" So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude with the Lexus Fast-forward the jewels and the necklace Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this I shoot at you actors like movie directors This ain't a movie, dog (Oh, shit) You might also like[Interlude: Just Blaze] Now before I finish, let me just say I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone And I don't care what you think about me—but just remember, when it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you jack [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Ving ain't lie I done came through the block in everything that's fly I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex I never claimed to have wings on Nigga, I get my "By any means" on whenever there's a drought Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change And I'd do it twice, ain't no sense in me Lying as if I am a different man And I could blame my environment but There ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains Hope you don't think users are the only abusers Niggas getting high within the game If you do then, how would you explain? I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins I got a hustler spirit, nigga, period Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer No matter where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just the top layer Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God can judge me, so I'm gone Either love me, or leave me alone [Outro] Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, L'Album Noir: The Black Album55

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My Dad’s Gone Crazy

Eminem

*Television static* *Eminem begins to snort cocaine* [Speech: Steve King & Hailie Jade] Hello, boys and girls! Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships. Do you have a daddy? I'll bet you do! *Hailie opens the door* *Eminem snorts cocaine* Who's your daddy? Daddy, what are you doing? [Intro: Eminem & Hailie Jade] Ha-ha! Okay then! Everybody, listen up! I'm goin' to hell! Who's comin' with me? Somebody, please help him! I think my dad's gone crazy! [Verse 1: Eminem, Hailie Jade & Dr. Dre] There's no mountain I can't climb There's no tower too high, no plane that I can't learn how to fly What do I gotta do to get through to you To show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to? (Rahhnnn!) Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls I cut 'em off and got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar Inside of a hall, with my framed autographed sunglasses With Elton John's name on my drag wall I'm out the closet, I've been lyin' my ass off All this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (Suck it, Marshall!) So tell Laura and her husband to back off 'Fore I push this motherfuckin' button and blast off And launch one of these Russians, and that's all Blow every fuckin' thing except Afghanistan on the map off When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off? (*Knocking*) Hailie, tell 'em, baby! (My dad's lost it!) You might also like[Hook: Eminem & Hailie Jade] There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it I think my dad's gone crazy! A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em, maybe? I think my dad's gone crazy! There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me I think my dad's gone crazy! There's no one on Earth that can save me, not even Hailie I think my dad's gone crazy! (Crazy) [Verse 2: Eminem & Hailie Jade] It's like my mother always told me: "Rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana and codeine and Goddamn it, you little motherfucker If you ain't got nothin' nice to say, then don't say nothin'!" Uh... Fuck that shit, bitch! Eat a motherfuckin' dick, chew on a prick And lick a million motherfuckin' cocks per second I'd rather put out a motherfuckin' gospel record I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch Eat pussy and have pussy lips glued to my face With a clit ring in my nose, than quit bringin' my flows Quit givin' me my ammo; can't you see why I'm so mean? If y'all leave me alone this wouldn't be my M.O. I wouldn't have to go eenee-meenee-meini-mo Catch a homo by his toe, man, I don't know no more Am I the only fuckin' one who's normal anymore? (Dad!) [Hook: Eminem & Hailie Jade] There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it I think my dad's gone crazy! A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em, maybe? I think my dad's gone crazy! There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me I think my dad's gone crazy! There's no one on Earth that can save me, not even Hailie I think my dad's gone crazy! (Crazy) [Verse 3: Eminem] My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise At the same time, can make you dry your eyes With the same rhyme, see, what you're seein' Is a genius at work, which to me isn't work So it's easy to misinterpret it at first, ‘cause when I speak It's tongue-in-cheek, I'd yank my fuckin' teeth Before I'd ever bite my tongue, I'd slice my gums Get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl Inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade Standin' on Ronnie's grave, screamin' at the sky 'Til clouds gather; it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade And that's pretty much the gist of it Parents are pissed, but the kids love it 9 millimeter heaters stashed in two-seaters with meat cleavers I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither [Hook: Eminem & Hailie Jade] There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it I think my dad's gone crazy! A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em, maybe? I think my dad's gone crazy! There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me I think my dad's gone crazy! There's no one on Earth that can save me, not even Hailie I think my dad's gone crazy! (Crazy) [Outro: Eminem & Hailie Jade] Crazy Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha You're funny, Daddy!75

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Congratulations

Drake

[Verse 1] Uh, black hearts on my cardigan At the crib tellin ya girl that we should order-in Tell G to put his feet up on the ottoman We just up against a bunch of rappers I go harder than Damn! I'm so Catriona smarter than A lot of these niggas swear the coach just brought the starter in Yeah, and I'm the type to tell ya daughter things I float high, don't try and cut my water wings I'm still myself Suicide bars, I kill myself Charge it to the game, I bill myself And I don't feel y'all, but I feel myself Aunty Doe, tell 'em I deserve a mazel tov I'm rappin' like a Shepherd with the muzzle off I'm next to blow, pause And I can't hear the critics talkin' over the applause {crowd cheers} Yeah, I tried to tell 'em, Future let 'em know Send the haters all my love, X and O I got a black box where suggestions go But I don't really give a fuck, it's prolly best you know My reality is brighter than your dreams are I got your dream girl ridin' in your dream car Yeah, and the visual is stunnin' I hope they document what I'm becomin' Congratulations See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verse 2] So what you want an award or somethin'? I'm at the private airport boardin' somethin' I see nothing from afar but I'm far from nothing Put on your poker face, I'll pull ya card if you're bluffin' But I ain't with the hard talk I got a monopoly, catch me on my boardwalk Like I said we pull your card and find out you're a Hallmark Just know I'm breakin' world records, no false start I don't see your point unless it's gunpoint or somethin' My deal like Weezy first week, one point somethin' And my verses gettin' stupider Wayne if you're on Mars, can you pick me up from Jupiter? Phone blowin' up, so I'm cuttin' off my cellular I'm a superstar, noted on to my nebula I will break a leg, break an arm and a fibula When I break it down, when I, when I break it down I hug and kiss the drum kick I put the beat in my back pocket and just sit But, you could never beat my ass, pause Again, dammit y'all, again Y'all, pretend that we are, some men that get it on, and in I'll die before I lose, 'cause I was born, to win If he don't fuck with y'all, then don't bother him And yes, I fuck this game but I won't father them Right, uh [Verse 3] It's like, these days man, I'm booked and I'm busy Dad named me Drake, Footz named me Drizzy They tried to tell me I'd never be nothin' but a protege But if you watched the VMAs, there's nothing more to say I got the key to happiness and all the copies Remember this day like you bought a poppy And damn, how I get so nice? I just spent it all once, 'bout to get rich twice Surprise party bitch, now it's on and poppin' I always choose dough like it's my only option 'Cause money always knows best Chain snatch flow, they say "Get it off your chest" And I'm what all the fuss about And if they talkin', I bet I'm what they discussion 'bout Hit me at the office, same extension Consider me the reason y'all should pay attention12

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Encore

JAY-Z

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro] Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're far too kind [Chorus] Now, can I get a encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time, I need y'all to roar Now, what the hell are you waitin' for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga, make some noise! [Verse 1] Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime I'm Young H-O, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country, but the blueberry still connect On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin', grand closin' Goddamn, your man Hov cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him? With no pen, just draw off inspiration Soon you gonna see you can't replace him With cheap imitations for these generations You might also like[Chorus] Now, can I get an encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time, I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin' for? [Verse 2] Look what you made me do! Look what I made for you! Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan Wearin' the 4-5, it ain't to play games with you It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens Cocksucker, take one for your team! And I need you to remember one thing (One thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales to sold-out concerts So, motherfucker, if you want this encore I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore [Interlude] Ow, it's star time This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? Well, if y'all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to stage Say "Hova!", c'mon, say it! Are y'all out there? (Ho-va! Ho-va!) C'mon, louder! Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga! [Break] I like the way this one feel It's so motherfuckin' soulful, man! (Woah, woah, woah) Yeah, okay [Verse 3] So this here is the victory lap Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's 1.2 And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' 2 You wanted to gain attention, new dudes I can get you BET, and TRL, too You want to be in the public, send your budget Well, fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now look at me: all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All ‘cause the shit I uttered was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change Send Just some dust, send Hip a grip Then you gotta spit, a little somethin' like this [Outro] What the hell are you waiting for?28

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Lovalot

M.I.A.

[Intro] They told me this is a free country But now it feels like a chicken factory I feel cooped up, I wanna bust free; Got nothing to lose if you get me [Verse 1] Like a Taliban trucker eating boiled-up yucca Get my eyes done like I'm in a black burka Been through shit, yeah it's a fucka' But now I make tunes, say "shuck-a-lucka-lucka" Shuck-a-lucka-la, shuck-a-lucka-lee Shuck-a-lucka-lucka-lucka-lucky, lucky me If you check me, I check you If they kick you then I'll back you Say something new, say something cool Give you my time, but I ain't no fool Eck-a-eck-a I, break-a-break-a jaw Every-every time someone steps on my toe I fight the ones that fight me [Hook] I really love a lot, I really love a lot I really love a lot, I really love a lot But I fight the ones that fight me But I fight the ones that fight me I fight the ones that fight me But I fight (Tell me fi 'quint, me nuh 'quint my eye Nookie clean, nookie tight, and that's no lie) But I fight (Tell me fi 'quint, me nuh 'quint my eye Nookie clean, nookie tight, and that's no lie) But I fight But I fight the ones that fight me You might also like[Bridge] Who's in town? Them no like me, me no like them Like Hu Jintao Instead of them I got a new-found gem Someone I can love up like men Like Obama needs to love up Chen [Verse 2] Like a hand-me-down sucker throwing bombs out Mecca Call the good will, get money to get better Keep your head down like a Unicef worker If you get hit you can't question the fucker How come how come I? Yeah but yeah but why? If I be the F, who the F be the I If you met me then you'd get me But if you get me will you get a fee Shit's meant to be free, where's Bob Marley? Cause I won't turn my cheek like I'm Gandhi I fight the ones that fight me I fight the ones that fight me [Hook] I really love a lot, I really love a lot I really love a lot, I really love a lot But I fight the ones that fight me But I fight the ones that fight me I fight the ones that fight me But I fight (Tell me fi 'quint, me nuh 'quint my eye Nookie clean, nookie tight, and that's no lie) But I fight (Tell me fi 'quint, me nuh 'quint my eye Nookie clean, nookie tight, and that's no lie) But I fight But I fight the ones that fight me5

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Heartz Of Men

2Pac

[Intro] Hey, Suge, what I tell you, nigga? When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do? I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right? Heh, watch this! Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars! Hahahahaha! Yeah, nigga, time to ride! Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga 'Cause it's gonna be a long one Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas What it's like on this side—the real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers And there's gonna be some pussies Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now, everybody keep your eyes on the prize 'Cause the ride get tricky See, you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies But in real life, they eyes is on your money See, the enemies will say they true But in real life, those niggas will be snitches It's a dirty game, y'all Y'all gotta be careful about who you fuck with And who you don't fuck with, 'cause the shit get wild, y'all Keep your mind on your riches, baby Keep your mind on your riches You might also like[Verse 1] 9-1-1, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me Shit, I'm legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed Nothin' more I despise than a liar, cowards die My mama told me when I was a seed Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free? I proceed to make 'em shiver when I deliver from a worldwide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere: "Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit" that's what they tell me So many rumors, but I'm infinite, Immortal Outlaw Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw: you get left And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a G I rip the crowd, then I start again, eternally, I live in sin Until the moment that they let me breathe again The hearts of men [Chorus: Richard Pryor & 2Pac] "No heart for the fightin'" "I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em Whichever one was winning, 'That's my side'" The hearts of men "Cause I wasn't fightin' shit Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared I was I had my fists up, ready, he said, 'Muthafucka, put your hands down!'" [Verse 2] My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts My guns bust, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw, and five-o Get your lights on, the fight's on Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a G in this until the day I'm gone, that's regardless Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I'd rot in jail Paid bail, well, a nigga's out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villain if you let me A motherfucker if you do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again Don't have no motherfuckin' friends Nigga, look inside the hearts of men [Chorus] In the hearts of men [Verse 3] To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand Convinced that this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a don If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowin' Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin' Uhh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake? What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men23

Gangsta Rap

Trill

Clipse

[Chorus: Pharrell] Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?) Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here) And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?) I got my steel, I'll peel Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?) [Verse 1: Pusha T] G's up, rev them V's up Federales trying to reach us to keep us Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces You know who he is Nigga talk show like Regis (What?) King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches X and Os, tic-tac-toes Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go, on to the next (Uh) Got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos Pusha in that Bentley, G-T, oh no Flow chameleon, worth 'bout a million Sell Bolivian, Feds in oblivion Bitch Brazilian, purse reptilian Took her from far off island like Gilligan You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell] Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?) Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here) And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?) I got my steel, I'll peel Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?) [Verse 2: Malice] It's me ma, you ain't dreamin' Starstruck bitch damn near stopped breathin' So real that hon' ain't believin' Out my bracelet, she can't make rhyme or reason Soon as you get your heart involved That's when I fall back, love, au revoir So international, French Riviera Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera Who cares when these fools talk? Don't mean jack 'til that tool gotta talk Icy wrists help me to cool off And the second hand on this bitch, it moonwalk Reminds me of how I applied myself And why I now ride with Tiptronic help Bankroll on overload I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill [Chorus: Pharrell] Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?) Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here) And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?) I got my steel, I'll peel Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?) [Verse 3: Pusha T] So many different things make me trill Start with that 'B' with wings over the grill Maybe how my way with words make me mils Or maybe it's my way with birds, digital scales Young, restless, talk so reckless Two hundred thousand up in my necklace Four of ya Hummers wrapped 'round my neck bitch I ain't mention the Rollie redneck like Texas [Verse 4: Malice] To y'all ill-wishers who wanna take part In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart And I'll waste ya, hell, I raised ya Even let 'em cheat from my paper Why does wealth make them hate me And make chicks' hearts so achy breaky? Rarely do I toot my own horn But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back [Chorus: Pharrell] Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?) Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here) And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?) I got my steel, I'll peel Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels And she feelin' around for them pills Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Bitch, I'm so trill (What?) Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though) Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)7

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Doo Wop (That Thing)

Lauryn Hill

[Intro] Yo, remember back on the Bully When cats used to harmonize like (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Yo, yo, my men and my women Don't forget about the deen Sirat al-Mustaqeem Yo, it's about a thing, uh, yo, yo If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere! (Put them up, put them up) (Put them up, put them up) (Put them up, put them up) [Verse 1] It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? You act like you ain't hear him then give him a little trim To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down and you called him again? Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again Talking out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian A Muslim, sleeping with the jinn Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem Baby girl, respect is just a minimum Niggas fucked up and you still defending 'em Now, Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again (A win win, come again A win win, come again) You might also like[Hook] Guys, you know you'd better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing [Verse 2] The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women Him and his men come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang (like you got yen!) Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement The pretty face men claiming that they did a bid men Need to take care of they three or four kids And they face a court case when the child support late Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky, silent men The punk, domestic violence men Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men How you gonna win when you ain't right within? How you gonna win when you ain't right within? How you gonna win when you ain't right within? Uh-uh, come again (Yeah) Hey, yo-yo, come again My French men, come again My sister, come again [Bridge] Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out [Hook] Girls, you know you'd better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Guys, you know you'd better watch out 'Cause girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Girls, you know you’d better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing [Skit/Outro] Class! Hey, we’ve got some very intelligent women here, man Do you think you’re too young to really love somebody? (No! No, no, I don’t think so) I say it for me, uh, I’m an adult I say, wait “You’re too young to be in love, this is silly You’re infatuated or whatever, you got nice jeans You wear fancy Adidas” I mean, it might be something I don’t know (It's the difference from loving somebody and being in love with somebody) Well, you tell me. What’s the difference? (Okay. You can love anybody but when you’re in love with somebody you’re looking at it like this—you’re taking that person for what he or she is no matter what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do) (You’re crazy! You fall in love, you can fall out of love) (You might stop being in love with them but you are not gonna stop loving that person) (Maybe they ain’t never been loved before or been in love before, they don’t know what the feeling is to be loved) (She poetic) She killed it, we could end that conversation with that, right?93

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My Chick Bad (Remix)

Ludacris

[Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Interlude: Ludacris] Yeah, ha ha (you're right.. you're right) The "pussy rules the world" version You ready? Let's go! Ha I got a all-star lineup for y'all, right (Ms. 32) But I'mma start off in Atlanta, Georgia (you know I gotcha) We gon' give you some new blood Diamond, holla at 'em baby! [Verse 1: Diamond & Ludacris] Ride or die chick with a pocket full of relish (hey!) Jimmy Choo fetish keep me fresh like lettuce Bitches get jealous, cause I'm quite cocky Since 14 ain't nann ho stop me Money, I get it on the tracks I spit it That's why the credit cards don't come with no limits (OHH!) Y'all just don't get it, a crib with no tenants Walk through closets like I'm walkin out of Lennox Now that's Swagger on a hundred, thousand, trillion Roll with bad bitches and they all look Brazilian These niggas can't leave me, I swear they can't leave me Ass so fat and the pussy like Fiji Diamond! See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Interlude: Ludacris] Ha, OHH! Yeah, yeah, WOO! We gon' take it from the hood of Atlanta, Georgia Down to the hoods of Miami, Florida What up Trina? Holla at 'em baby, let's GO! [Verse 2: Trina & Ludacris] I'm Da Baddest Chick and they don't call me that for nothin (nope) Diamond Princess straight VVS stuntin Light gray eyes, hourglass frame Still got the crown for best ass in the game (woo!) Hips of a goddess, watch how I throw 'em So good it make him wanna tattoo my lips on him (ahh!) I'm so bad and I rep that hood Pussy stay wet, sex so good Ten years strong, you should act like you know me Head so fire make you do the hokey-pokey (woo!) A good stroke in and a good stroke out (okay) Now that's what I'm all about I'm Da Baddest [Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Interlude: Ludacris] {*laughs*} Yeah! OHH! Woo! ... Okay We gon' take it from Miami We gon' travel north, 'til we get to Philly, right? And we gon' stop in Philly We gon' holla at my girl E-V-E Let's GO! [Verse 3: Eve & Ludacris] Yeah I took a couple years off, came back still bustin Still reppin Philly, still the Eve of Destruction (yeah) Still pushin buttons that'll do away the roof Still walkin 'round with five thousand dollar boots (woo!) So when I'm in the club, your chicks get jealous Cause I'm that bitch and still keep a mean fetish (OHH!) Still stack lettuce, huh, still stack cheese And I got a bad temper, tell your nigga say p-lease (ha ha ha) Cause this is for the G's, never for the busters So put your diamond rings on and get yourself a hustler Better yet a customer, guaranteed to buy it Sick from them lips, caramel, wanna try it? [Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Outro: Ludacris] Yes, ha ha... OHH! And I'm lovin it, HEY! Let's go, all my chicks are bad All my chicks is hood All my chicks is better than yours, AH!7

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Keep Ya Head Up

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Little something for my godson Elijah And a little girl named Corin [Verse 1: 2Pac & Dave Hollister] Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (Oh) I give a holla to my sisters on welfare 2Pac cares if don't nobody else care (Oh) And, uh, I know they like to beat you down a lot When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive, but don't forget, girl, keep ya head up And when he tells you you ain't nothin', don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him 'Cause, sister, you don't need him And I ain't tryin' to gas you up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (You don't need him) You know what makes me unhappy? (What's that?) When brothers make babies And leave a young mother to be a pappy (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (Yeah, yeah) I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?) I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't, we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies that make the babies (Oh, yeah-yeah) And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up? I know you're fed up, ladies, but keep ya head up You might also like[Chorus: Dave Hollister] (Keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter (Oh-oh, keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter [Verse 2: 2Pac & Dave Hollister] Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to me He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two I realize Mama really paid the price She nearly gave her life to raise me right (Oh, yeah-yeah) And all I had to give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent And in the end, it seems I'm headin' for the pen' I try to find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind Last night, my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity (Oh, no, no, no) It seems the rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up and still keep from gettin' wet up, huh You know, it's funny, when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Said it ain't no hope for the youth And the truth is it ain't no hope for the future And then they wonder why we crazy, huh I blame my mother for turnin' my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive 'cause it's a set-up And even though you're fed up, huh, you got to keep ya head up [Chorus: Dave Hollister] (Keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter (Oh-oh, keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter [Verse 3: 2Pac & Dave Hollister] And, uh, to all the ladies havin' babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by your lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want 'em 'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (Oh-oh) 'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain, you was dealt this hell of a hand Without a man, feelin' helpless (I know you were) Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dyin' inside, but outside you're lookin' fearless While the tears is rollin' down your cheeks You're steady hopin' things don't all fall this week (Yeah) 'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it (Yeah) And don't blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it (Oh, yeah) And now my son's gettin' older and older And cold from havin' the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin' Benz I'm still tryin' to hold on to survivin' friends (Oh, yeah) And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up But, huh, please, you got to keep your head up206

Gangsta Rap

Meiplé

Robin Thicke

[Verse 1: Robin Thicke] Meiple I like to play cheek to cheek Two kids in the sandbox baby You remind me of St. Tropez Sandy beaches and yachts yeah and champagne Tuxedos and jet skis babe I lay you down at the georges cinq babe And baby when we dream, when we dream When we dream, we be dreaming in French baby [Hook] Meiple I'mma treat ya like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby Cheek to cheek girl, meiple I'mma treat you just like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I know you wanna,(fuck) I know you wanna,(fuck) I know you wanna,(say Fuck) I know you wanna,(oui,oui) Hold up No habla inglés 'Cause me I play, St. Tropez down in Yacht docked not far away Black Brigitte Bardot, Beyoncé Avantgarde, Lanvin socks Hovi Picasso, I'm art on yachts Pardon me, oui, in Paris Champagne spilling out of my oui oui (wee wee) Pardon my French, the je ne sais quoi got me on cloud nine We finna take off, Paris was a tease now we in the Maldives Sipping blanco smoking on tea leaves Isn’t this great, strawberry crepes Down in Capri in the Grotto we play Up next Sardinia, me and little Tina Turn up, tell me have you seen us Enough You might also like[Hook] Meiple I'mma treat ya like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby Cheek to cheek girl, meiple I'mma treat you just like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby I know you wanna,(fuck) I know you wanna,(fuck) I know you wanna,(say fuck) (oui,oui)oui [Robin Thicke] Me I play, I take you to the lead brasserie We take a show at the crazy horse They got nothing on you Because like the Eiffel Tower You can take me to the highest babe Like a lady, I take you shopping at Chanel babe Afternoon tea for two at the Ritz babe My lady don’t lift things, open doors, stand alone Not when she with me baby [Hook] Meiple I'mma treat ya like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby Cheek to cheek girl, meiple I'mma treat you just like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby I know you wanna You remind me of Monaco babe Mt Blanc princess Grace babe Racking chips in Monte Carlo babe Be my million dollar baby By the end of the trip you be a Billion dollar lady Wrap you up babe, in a cote azur rose babe French country side steps of cannes babe I can pay for acting lessons You become a movie star make more than me babe [Hook 2x] Meiple I'mma treat ya like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby Cheek to cheek girl, meiple I'mma treat you just like a lady You can be my pretty baby We can spend all my money baby I know you wanna [Jay-Z] Uh ha Thats right Uh ha Thats right I know you wanna I know you wanna I know you wanna I know you wanna Globel express, International baby

RBSoul

Dollaz + Sense

DJ Quik

[Verse 1] Now let's get down to business, bitches! 'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this Nigga that you know that's been down for years I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Nine, ten—Eiht, you can't win 'Cause all the way around, nigga, I gets respect And you's a nigga that can't even get no props in yo' set Tragniew Park you say, huh? Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin' So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss That I'm 'bout to break it down for this bitch, check it Acacia, Poplar, Maple, Spruce, Cedar, Elm Westside Trees sprayin' all the fleas That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders (So niggas watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*) Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game You looked up and you seen my niggas comin' And you looked like yo' bitch-ass was 'bout to start runnin' But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation (and what else) And see if we can fix this little situation But would I fuck you up was what you wondered Yeah, that's probably why you Changed your little pager number (punk-ass) But bitches like you don't grow You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe And callin' me skinny, you's a clown I'ma call you Theo 'cause you weigh 92.3 pounds Wack-ass actor, movie script killer Fool, don't you know? Quik is still the nigga Compton psycho, boy, you oughta quit Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit You need to stay down, you Compton clown And get off of the nuts of the niggas with guts Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo' So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon I'ma boot yo' mothafuckin' ass to the Moon You need to quit bangin' under false pretense 'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense You might also like[Chorus] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the P-Funk commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince [Verse 2] Now I'ma swing it to the right and Right into the left hand Take a deep breath and Cook it like a chef and This is dedicated to the C-P-T No, better yet T-T-P, or the niggas that look up to me I make it my business to be that true forever And whenever I can come clever, well, that's my endeavor So whether or not you understand That there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K With no C still you can't be me Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and Depositin fat checks and Gettin' mad sex while I floss the NSX and Doin' what I wanna, and you's a goner, nigga For thinkin' that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood Sippin' 'Yac with all my niggas 'cause it's to the good So don't knock it 'til you try it 'Cause Eiht, he tried to knock it But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket So put the P in it, represent and sip that Miller And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa Let me take a load off my scrotum, little pest If it don't make dollars, nigga, you know the rest [Chorus] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the P-Funk commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince [Verse 3] Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick While you groupie-ass niggas keep on ridin' the dick You oughta know that DJ Quik Ain't your average everyday motherfucker (hah) Slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo' But you gon' be the first, you little trick-ass ho Then you can tell me just how it taste But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck 'Cause when I caught yo' ass, you put yourself in check And when you left my presence you left speedin' You ain't no fuckin' killer, you's a comedian, biatch! Tell me why you act so scary Givin' your set a bad name with your misspelled name E-I-H-T, now should I continue? Yeah, you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you Remember that time you was rollin' on the Westside And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a real killer Tell me, did you feel a little nervous? (hell yeah) You was in the shadow of death With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest Hmm, whatchu gon' do? Where was your niggas that kill at? You ain't got no killers, so kill dat! Holdin' up your hands and beggin for a pass You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass 'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, biatch! [Chorus] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense I'm through playing wit'cho punk ass If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince [Outro] Shouts goes out to my well-known road dog What's up Donzelle Tru? They don't understand it, baby, they can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (biatch!) It's bigger than they can imagine To the whole entire Death Row family Both sides, whassup, niggas? And my nigga big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin' To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G And that little singin'-ass nigga Danny Boy Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin on Wax" Yeah, if you remember, 1987 underground tapes And it don't stop, and it won't stop23

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This Plane

Wiz Khalifa

[Intro] Yeah it's young Khalifa man Mr. Spacely Everyone call me man Taylor Gang or die And this project is brought to you by Champagne and paper planes too Rostrum Records in this bitch Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle, Deal or No Deal Yeah, bitch [Verse 1] I'm screaming fuck them niggas who hated I'm money affiliated Speculating me landing Must have got me mistaken with lame niggas Know you gon' get high as fuck As long as the planes with you Left that major situation alone And became richer People talking down But see me I'm the same nigga Leave your bitch around We gon' drink the champagne with her We don't touch the ground See a cloud with my name it Only e-z widers please No cigars for me and my gang Fool, I'm a legend in these streets Cause how I do my thang And don't wear the fitted I got the city on my chain Oh man, still they hate and talk smack Knowing if I was gone There'd be no throne to throw your rocks at Cruise at maximum altitudes I'm tryna top that So in touch with the real Them suckas tryna stop that But I, live or let die, party get high And tell them lames to deplane or let fly See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Hook] Don't know what they hate for I'm just gettin' my paper Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane I try to believe you I don't wanna leave but I need to [Verse 2] Stuck alone in this wave race Say I'm living too fast Don't plan on changing my pace Got one foot on the gas There's never a need for brakes Smoke e-z widers with hash Fuck bitches from out of state Valet bringing my cars A waiter to bring me plates Shrimp and filet mignon We celebrate buying drinks With a couple of broads My niggas and who got love for me It's lonely at the top I'm tired of having company Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in I'mma stand out And view my life through this lens To see how it pans out Substitute teacher ass niggas need a handout Middle finger, screaming fuck them niggas who hated I'm money affiliated Pop another bottle, that chronic smoke integrated Speculating me landing, must've got me mistaken I'm speaking as the captain of the plane You's a runner on the jet way Fool [Hook] Don't know what they hate for I'm just gettin my paper Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane I try to believe you I don't wanna leave but I need to21

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Dat New “New”

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Head, head, HeadBanga Hello, what it be To you and yours [Verse 1] Salutations to all, you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant 'cause I'm getting my money Way my doors are swayin', it's like a bird on wheels You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels And this the premier of that new-new here It's gonna take you beyond Where a jet can't Lear But all you gon' hear Is somethin' crazy in fact How I be burnin' the booth We'll get you looser than Yak Yep-yep, you got it right Now don't get left Get on your good foot It's only right that you step And keep boppin' to this shit unfamiliar If your main line got time then I be drillin' her I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound I keep myself up high Because the haze by the pound And my imagination You can look all over the nation But they ain't see See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Hook] You can look all over But no, you'll never find Hot shit like mine Woop, it blow your mind You can look all over But no, you'll never find Hot shit like mine 'Cause I provide That new new [Verse 2] Salutations my niggas I'm aware that I'm different You can still keep it hood While you're smokin' just listen It don't matter your race Just take a blunt to the face And we all gon' rock Got to keep up the pace And them girls gon' twerk Because the vibe is poppin' As well as the bottles Keep it rockin', don't stop 'em At the Motel-8 We can park out front Yeah the flow is unleaded You sucka niggas will front 'Cause I'm Super-Cudder-Realistic-Leaner-Alidocius And rap ferocious I been coaching the league I bobble head the public If you love it, M dub it Blood, sweat, and tears; homie, I'm made of it Finish the class if you think nothing 'bout it Tell 'em like grandpa, you don't know nothing 'bout it Wear kicks once, then the Leaner come up out 'em I been sayin' it, you was playin' him Now you know [Hook] You can look all over But no, you'll never find Hot shit like mine Woop, it blow your mind You can look all over But no, you'll never find Hot shit like mine 'Cause I provide That new new [Verse 3] What it be to my ladies With the bodies that kill We ain't boppin' on money Fuck with me 'cause you real See you shakin' it fast On some Mystical shit You could slap that nigga If he call you a bitch Yeah I see you with that But you should be on this It's that Henney and Coca-Cola Come over and sit Won't you tell me your name Tell me where you be at I know you know that them hot But I don't wanna hear that You see I aim for a check Before I aim for sex Niggas aim for death They tryin' to fuck with the blessed Ain't no fuckin' with amateurs Run passed the novice Sip hella lean To see who talks the slowest Ain't no stoppin' me at all You'd need a sawed-off, or maybe a chainsaw And even at that The crack that I brew is still new Y'all niggas think acute But Cudi is obtuse [Hook] You can look all over But no, you'll never find Hot shit like mine Woop, it blow your mind You can look all over But no, you'll never find Hot shit like mine 'Cause I provide That new new40

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Cash Flow

Ace Hood

[Intro: DJ Khaled, T-Pain & Rick Ross] We the best Def Jam I introduce you to Ace; Ace, let's get money!! (Cash flow) Haha, it's too easy, nigga (Bank roll) We don't count money no mo, we weight that shit Let's get it [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Aye, knock knock, bang bang, where the cash at? If you ain't got it, leave you bloody like a Tampax Come up swinging at you thugs Aflac Then I fall in the suede black Maybach See, I'm back for the money like I left that See I be running on the route where the cash go (where the cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow See, you can get pumped on like a Citgo Make his body bounce bounce like a 64 Tall clips, chrome lips, see the big gold I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke Big crack through the music so the flow dope I keep my money over bitches til the door close I need money like a bitch need dick mo' I'm trying to see it like a motherfucking cash flow Rubber bands in my pants, understand, bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell you one thing, don't play about mine I be banging on your front door with the nine I'ma come see ya (See ya, oh) I'ma come see ya (See ya, yeah) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you got to go I'ma come see ya (Hey) We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that Cash flow, I need it on time I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money Cash flow, I need it on time I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money You might also like[Verse 2: Ace Hood] And where my money? Young nigga's gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the Louis band knapsack Understand I'm the man who you can't match Money man minivan full of brown bags Bet a grand, any man never top that Touch money and the gat pop those straps Get in the Coupe and the top drop right back I ain't playing, creep your avenue and I'll blast Bust shots like a New Year's Day blast And I ride all day like a bus pass Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors, wave 4's, where the cash go (where the cash go) I'm trying to see it like a motherfucking cash flow Rubber bands in my pants, understand, bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain & Rick Ross] I'll tell you one thing, don't play about mine I be banging on your front door with the nine I'ma come see ya (See ya, oh) I'ma come see ya (See ya, yeah) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you got to go I'ma come see ya (Hey) We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that Cash flow, I need it on time I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money Cash flow, I need it on time (Ace, I see you nigga, Trilla) I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money You M.O.B, now, nigga, you untouchable [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Big money in the dope hole See the beamers when you pull up in the dope home (my money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green, nigga living like Nino Ridin’ clean wax hit me for the c note It ain't green, get it back with tha C loc Momma dead broke, daddy fucked up I'ma make them come and hit me with the RICO God damn it, I'm still in the dope spot Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car? Gold shoes, stepping out with a dope bitch Cartel, so she gotta suck four dicks ID me, V.I.P DJ Khaled, M.O.B Girls so hot, Ace so cold Taking bets, Ace won't fold [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell you one thing, don't play about mine I be banging on your front door with the nine I'ma come see ya (See ya, oh) I'ma come see ya (See ya, yeah) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you got to go I'ma come see ya (Hey) We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that Cash flow, I need it on time I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money Cash flow, I need it on time I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money [Outro] Hey, we go by The Runners... just in case you forgot We did it again...3

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God Bless the Dead

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz That's right, bwoy, it's goin' on, right here Thug Life, God bless the dead [Verse 1: 2Pac] God bless the dead and buried, nigga, don't worry If you see God first, tell him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you representin' the crew And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy Sayin' shit don't stop, nigga, no pity We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams Money makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time My epitaph will read "was the last of G's" Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead [Hook: 2Pac] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac] Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang I been caught up in this game Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang I can see 'em in my head – pow! Memories of my nigga but he dead now Lookin' back in my yearbook All the years took half my peers, they're stretched for years And if I die, will they all shed tears? Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear Paranoia got me lookin' in the mirror Behind me, life without my 9, I'd rather do the time See, I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice [Fuck the police] and all the courts same way they fucked us And why the hell am I locked in jail? They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell In my mind I can see it comin' And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin' I keep a gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter God bless the dead [Hook: 2Pac] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead [Interlude: 2Pac + Stretch] Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too early All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime Real motherfuckin' G's, this one is for you Yo Stretch, Biggy Yo Big, this is to you, my nigga Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG'z Sendin' they respect, ya know what I mean? You my nigga for life, forever You're always gonna be with a nigga No matter what, don't forget that! [Verse 3: Stretch] I pray before I go to sleep, "Dear God!" Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard So I'm droppin' to my knees, "Oh why!" Why you had to take my nigga with the rock-a-bye? You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton Niggas terrified of drama from the young gun Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't amaze me But it's mind-blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy Slipped, forgot the gun, but he didn't run like a punk He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd rather attack Big Now you 'bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did Wannabe suckas wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes The teflon's 'bout to rip through your fuckin' vest Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah [Hook: Stretch] God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead17

Gangsta Rap

Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise)

JAY-Z

[Intro] So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home, you understand? So, and they'll do— you know Once you memorize a sentence, it's like an exercise Y'all niggas can't be serious right now I'm the all-time heavyweight champion of flowers I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now Best flow, most consistent, realest stories Most charisma I set the most trends And my interviews are hotter Holla [Verse 1] I jog in the graveyard, spar in the same ring That was housed by the building where Malcolm X was slain I spring train in the winter, 'round early December Run suicide drills over and over With the weight of the world on my shoulder That's why they call me Hova I'm far from being God, but I work goddamn hard I wake up the birds, so when the nerds asleep I'm catching my second wind the second the first one ends I am focused, man, and I'm not afraid of death I'm going all out, I circle the vultures in a van and I run the block (Run), pull up in a drop (Pull up) Push up on my money (Push up), I'm in great shape, dunny (Woo) I keep jacks jumping, thirty-six sets Like a personal trainer, I teach coke to stretch I pump in Roc sweats, all-white trainers The ghetto's Billy Blanks, I show you niggas what pain is Maintain your stamina, Hov will damage ya Spot you two rhymes, y'all niggas is amateurs The fifth a deadlift If niggas don't wanna get shot, then y'all niggas better squat I drop your set for rep No need to hit the showers, the spit from the fifth leave you wet Lyrical exercise Y'all niggas ain't tired, right? You might also like[Chorus] One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, two, three, four Breathe easy [Verse 2] Suckers, get your weight up (Uh), not your hate up Jigga Man is diesel when I lift the eight up Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy Your flow is brain on drugs, mines is rap on steroids I lift every voice when I sing, my ability Make yours look like an exercise in futility (Woo) Bring your squad, biceps, triceps, and quads We don't struggle with undeveloped muscles Y'all ain't real, that's y'all Achilles' heel Same routine when you see me, you know the drill I spot ya I lift the weight of the watch off your arm, remain nice and calm Put down your things Trinidad of the game, know my way around your ring No matter how many pounds you bring It sounds like the same old thing R-O-C is the strongest team, fuckers [Chorus] One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, one, two, two, three, three, four Breathe easy One, two, three, four Breathe easy13

Hip-HopRap

Candy (Drippin’ Like Water)

Snoop Dogg

[Hook] You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water [Verse 1: E-40] Narcotics vision of death merchant, shipping and handling yola I supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) Whatchu try'na buy, pimpin? y'know it's kinda' dry here Yeah, I only gotta' couple of pies left that'll last me through the year Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream candy(What it do?) Man that shit be comin in handy (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! If you want 'em I got 'em; you here for the cop, you'd better be about your grip Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker Real mannish with my Spanish If ain't about no gouda, partner you can vanish Don't get put up in yo' place Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook] You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Lollipops and triple beams Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin' it Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this So gone on and get yourself a bar of this No change man.. gimme the bucks The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz (Deez nuts!) I'm almond with the caramel insides European front end with the french fries How it feel man? What it look like? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper Now put it in your mouth To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun And I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) [Hook] You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water [Verse 3: MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady G-yeah.. she my one and only Quick to keep back haters who don't know me I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) My gangstas understand me [Verse 4: Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (Clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) [Hook] You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water [Verse 5: Daz Dillinger] "It's like candy, candy!" Get it how you want it Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner Voila, taadow, check out this bizarre The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for sheez God damn! You already know who I am Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches Hit the gas, hit the brake, yea I really burn rubber Dip, drop, drop, dip Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! [Verse 6: Kurupt] Yeah, nigga, shot caller It's America's number one baller Man I don't give a fuck, like, "Fuck it" Hi, bye, slide in the bucket Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) [Hook] You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water3

Hip-HopRap

Go Go Gadget Flow

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey [Chorus] I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow [Verse 1] I'm back, I'm back, I'm cool, I'm cool, Westside representative All me, no ghost, no 16-bit like Sega Genesis All G-ball on the board, Soundtrakk On the track, Gemini, on the job, Shayla G On the G, Sarah Green, for the green, free Chilly And I'm back on my thing for the listeners' ears What you are about to-to witness is Lu' new valuable album two, credit for the ghetto Getty images You might also like[Pre-Chorus] From the M-A-D-I-to-the-S-to-the-O-N Potent, to get you open Movin' like a nigga supposed to Get the dough on the go with the flow that I'm holding [Chorus] I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow [Verse 2] Love, got the Windy City on my back So I'm back on my grizzle like a bearskin rug Plus I'm laying on the floor, blame it on the Go Little rapper turn it out because I'm very plugged I convert, I can work anywhere in the world You can ask my brother Hugg He'll concur that I'm serious with the words To the man up above, thank you very much That I got what I got and I'm at where I'm at Like an "a" in a circle, with a pay, lil Urkel What they say when they see lil G From the F to the F with the amazing verbals While they race in a circle like they racing a gerbil I race in a circle like I'm racing a horse I'm racing a Porsche, while they racing in place They race in a cage, I race on a course 'Course, that case in the court did not defer the dream I am still a raisin in the sun, raging against the machine [Pre-Chorus] From the M-A-D-I-to-the-S-to-the-O-N Potent, to get you open Movin' like a nigga supposed to Get your dough on the go with the flow that I'm holding [Chorus] I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow [Refrain] I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey [Bridge] Hey, hey, don't hate on me My tank on full, your tank on E Look good on you, look great on me 'Cause I'ma go and never gonna S-T-O-P Like hey, hey, don't hate on me My tank on full, your tank on E Look good on you, look great on me 'Cause I'ma go and never gonna S-T-O-P [Verse 3] Like hey, hey, I'm the boss, rock Junya Watanabe Lacoste Beyond clean, in phenom jeans, little rap Isaac Asimov I love my momma and the ramen that she raised me off A '80s baby on fire like the safety off Got my hood riding higher than some 28s Off of everything I spoke like a 84 And they in love with him and I'm in love with them And we'll never ride dubs again, no we won't Trying to get Above the Rim A little too short to dunk, so we donk [Pre-Chorus] From the M-A-D-I-to-the-S-to-the-O-N Potent, to get you open Movin' like a nigga supposed to Get your dough on the go with the flow that I'm holding [Chorus] I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow I got my go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go gadget flow [Outro] I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, say now I'm from the city in the Midwest Best city in the whole wide-wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey City in the whole wide world, hey16

Hip-HopRap

2 Minute Warning

Snoop Dogg

[Snoop Dogg] Sometimes I feel lost like a runaway, read over the dire Reap while I stay gettin Richard like Pryor Need to put the gun away cause I got priors It's hard to stay rollin when the world full of riders Bullet tip on fire, flyin down sunset Motivated to win, like I ain't won yet Think shit over? Hell naw I ain't done yet I L-B-see y'all prayin that a G fall Tonight it's goin down like free fall Chevy bouncin up and down like a fuckin see-saw Trippin off hate, no Hee-Haw All blacks locs on the loc actin like I don't see y'all Doing that shit to demean Dogg But when I bring it to you, you be like "What you mean Dogg?" Then we go back and forth, like it's ping-pong Knowin I should just ring ya bell, ding dong! But that's one thing about this shit partner Every move is so watched by these rich boxers So why should I lose all my rich sponsors? I'm gone then you suddenly hip-hoppin? Sheeit, sip the gin then I'm in the wind Pop a beam like a M&M So strong yet a nigga thin Rappers stay sayin Slim so Shady but ain't talkin Eminem So fuck you, him, and him I was gangbangin befo' a nigga entered in No facade, I went from the yard To a three-car garage to, instant menage it's Vintage, relentless, I mean this, I promise No Suge, No Dre, I'da did this regardless And thats what I'm supposed to think Flinch at me like I'm supposed to blink Motherfucker this Crip still, hard to swallow like a big pill Pushin 40's still a big deal Ponytail still swangin, hair still braided Laker to a Clipper I won't be faded Nigga! So buzz on that shit Backflip back to plaque shit Blue red white to black shit, but for the green I send a whole motherfuckin team to clap shit React to mack shit, problem, terrorist Fuck this rap shit! See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Outro] Shots fired Suspect down Request EMT immediately4

Hip-HopRap

If I Was President (Dave Chappelle Version)

Wyclef Jean

[Hook] If I was president I'd get elected on Friday, assassinated on Saturday Buried on Sunday, they'd go back to work on Monday If I was president If I was president [Verse 1] Instead of spending billions on the war I can use that money, to feed the poor I know some so poor, when it rains that's when they shower When screaming "fight the power" That's when the vulture devoured [Hook] [Verse 2] But the radio won't play this They call this rebel music How can you refuse it, children of moses? [Hook] [Verse 3] Tell the children the truth, the truth Christopher Columbus didn't discover America Tell them the truth, the truth YEAH! Tell them about Marcus Garvey Tell the children, the truth, yeah! The truth Tell them about Martin Luther King Tell them the truth, the truth Tell them about JFK If I was President You might also like[Hook]1

J-Pop

Fear

Drake

[Intro] This is why I do this shit I think they call this "venting" [Verse 1] Look, this is me, still the same They want the hits, I play the game No auto-tune, but you can feel the pain It all comes spilling out like I hit a vein What up, Lil Bro? What up, Slum Ville? I hope you know that y'all the reason I have fun still The fans thinking that we all signed for one mil Equal opportunity rapping, that shit is unreal That ain't how it works, that ain't how it goes And I been getting high just to balance out the lows And I could use a writer just to balance out my flows But I never share my thoughts, this is all a nigga knows And every time I try, it opens up my eyes These verses are a chance to be remembered and reprised And I would be performing this as long as I'm alive So every word I utter will be mine [Chorus] Don't believe the lies, look me in my eyes Please don't be scared of me, please don't be scared of me I remember you, this feeling isn't new So please don't be scared of me, please don't be scared of me See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verse 2] (Don't take this the wrong way but, uh) I never cried when Pac died But I probably will when Hov does And if my tears hold value then I would drop one For every single thing he showed us And I'll be standing in a puddle I stay away from niggas that could land me in some trouble And I'ma keep it honest, I'm so tired of being subtle It's just me, 40, O, and Nik standing in a huddle Staring at the members of my team Who get questioned 'bout they profit from this million dollar scheme Just know that am in debt for you defending all our dreams I hope you tell your families this shit ain't what it seems But y'all the reason for a lot of my devotion You know I spend money because spending time is hopeless And know I pop bottles 'cause I bottle my emotions At least I put it all in the open [Chorus] Don't believe the lies, look me in my eyes Please don't be scared of me, please don't be scared of me I remember you, this feeling isn't new So please don't be scared of me, please don't be scared of me [Verse 3] Look, fuck all y'all, we ignore feelings here Premature millionaires, welcome to my realest year Yeah, I swear that we making a killing here I should be on top of the world just chilling here But it's funny having fans Who find you before anybody ever has the chance And build you up, so you could be the biggest in the game And realize when you're there, sometimes the shit don't feel the same Yeah, and plus things are just surreal at home People think I've changed just 'cause my appeal has grown And now security follow me everywhere So I never actually am alone, I just always feel alone I think I'm scared of what the future holds I was wishing for some things and now am used to those Every girl I meet thinks I'm fucking groupie hoes The honesty of my music has left me too exposed All my old friends think I got a new crowd And people seem to notice every time I do smile I guess that mean they come few and far between Even though I'm living out what you would call the dream And my uncle ain't even messaging me And him missing in my life is kind of messing with me I hope this isn't one of those forever things It's funny how money can change everything [Chorus] Don't believe the lies, look me in my eyes Please don't be scared of me, please don't be scared of me I remember you, this feeling isn't new So please don't be scared of me, please don't be scared of me40

Hip-HopRap

Thug Passion

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Alright, new drink: one part Alizé, one part Cristal Thug's passion, baby, y'all know what time it is This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard Now, if you with me, pour a glass and drink with a nigga You know what I mean? I ain't tryin' to turn you all niggas into alcohols... alcoholics I'm just tryin' to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs So come and get some of this thug passion, baby [Verse 1: Kastro] Man, I could, pull like they dick would, be good until it's relevant But I'm a straight soldier that I'll roll up a nigga like it's heaven sent Trippin' over dead presidents, they got these derelicts I thought was down with this business, tryin' to clown and get a cent And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin' Drinkin' over a felony and hell of me and how it will be in hella shit People tellin' me to cool out, but they ain't feelin' me A motherfuckin' fool 'bout my fuckin' cheddar cheese And it pleases, passion of mine, thuggin' Huggin' plenty of G's and laughin' while passin' through times And all these backstabbers be watchin', just keep it plain I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game I can, pinkle with rain twinklin', diamonds and things go blinkin' Enough to hold me 'til I'm old and wrinklin' These adversaries, they gon' have to be worryin' 'Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion 'Til I'm buryin' my thug passion You might also like[Chorus: Jewell] I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh [Verse 2: Napoleon] Now what if me turn this Hennessy into a robbery? The prophecy probably suddenly switch how it supposed to be And dirty money can't be evil 'cause it's fillin' up my tummy Born in a position, death collision was futuristic Twistin' riches, but there's only one way to make more So I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow And my bigger bro, couldn't know But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more With a thug passion [Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean] Puttin' down, mashin', control by this thug's passion Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin', I'm askin' what happened To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to? That's what money and fame do, see, they ain't true Travelin' this road, my poor soul has been consolidated With all this bullshit that I done tolerated How I made it can be easily stated It's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion Left me to fuckin' greatest, load up and take shit [Break: Yaki Kadafi] Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split [Verse 4: Storm & Jewell] Creep with me, through that immortal flow (That's right) Thug passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row (Yeah) Make your move, so I can throw your mind a curve While I'll be blowin' up the scene, like my nigga Mr. Herb Take a toke, as your heart goes full arrest I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest You need a thug to get you flowin' and let that loc see smoke Feelin' the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow [Chorus: Jewell] I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh [Verse 5: 2Pac] They say money don't make the man, but damn, I'm makin' money Observin' you motherfuckers 'cause some of you bitches funny Say you want it, but you bullshittin' Lickin' them lips, you got me 'bout to act a fool quick Sippin' on some Alizé and Cristal Meanwhile, buy me a drink and get to winkin' at me She smiles; a nigga's full of passion, satisfaction is everlastin' "How does it feel?" What I'm askin' while I'm rubbin' on that ass "Why you laughin'?"See, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious Full blown and furious, baby, get a grip, when I be doin' this It's so physical, my attraction Driven by alcohol, beware of my reaction Baby, I'm born to ball, thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it, it's a potion for my niggas in motion Forever blastin', bitches ain't ready for this thug passion [Chorus: Jewell & DJ Quik] I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby Thug passion You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh Thug passion I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby Thug passion You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh Thug passion I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh14

Gangsta Rap

B.M.F. (Blowin’ Money Fast)

Rick Ross

[Produced by Lex Luger] [Intro: Rick Ross] Ugh Ugh We blowing money fast on this side, nigga Catch up, nigga [Chorus: Rick Ross] I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo) Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start [Verse 1: Rick Ross] My Rolls Royce triple-black, I'm Geechee, ho Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meechie, ho Rozay—that's my nickname Cocaine runnin' in my big veins Self-made, you just affiliated I build it ground-up, you bought it renovated Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated Funny, you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetrating Hold the bottles up, where my comrades? Where the fuckin' felons? Where my dogs at? (Ugh!) I got that Archie Bunker And it's so white, I just might charge you double See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Rick Ross] I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo) Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start [Verse 2: Rick Ross] These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy! (Boss) Stunt so hard, make them come indict me (Ugh) I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece It's an Audem-eer, hundred racks, at least Look at yourself, now look at me (Me!) You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be (Ha) Look at it this way (Yeah), you niggas sideways (Sideways) Always gettin' money, my nigga, crime pays (Crime pays) So fuck a nigga (Fuck a nigga), I'm self-made (Self-made) You a sucker nigga (Sucker nigga), I'm self-paid (Self-paid) This for my broke niggas (Broke niggas), this for my rich niggas (Rich niggas) Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga (Ugh) [Chorus: Rick Ross & Styles P] I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Ross, what up?) Gettin' work, hallelujah (S.P. the Ghost) One nation, under God (Y'all niggas know what it is) Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start (Let's get it, my nigga, yeah) [Verse 3: Styles P] Them thirty-six holes leave you bleedin', family (Bleedin') Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram (Ha) Blunt tip orange like caviar Wildin' out, fishtailin', Subaru, rally car (Fishtailin') Out the passenger, lettin' the automatty off (Let it off) A eighth of that girl'll knock your mommy and your daddy off (You know that!) Fuck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off (Fuck around) Four shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors (Blick-outs) And did I mention: guns from Red Dead Redemption? (Did I?) Nine-mils, fifty-clip extensions (A long clip) Coke is like a mattress in the hood: I'm flippin' on it (I'm flippin') And the money's like a chair: I'm sittin' on it (Keep quiet, nigga) [Chorus: Rick Ross] I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo) Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start [Outro] Maybach Music19

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Can’t Tell Me Nothing

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West & Young Jeezy] La, la, la la (Yeah) Wait 'til I get my money right [Verse 1: Kanye West] I had a dream I could buy my way to Heaven When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given, much is tested Get arrested, guess until he get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what I do? Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry, more Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama, people suing me I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel, man I ain't one of the Cosbys, I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed him I guess I should've forgot where I came from [Chorus: Kanye West & Young Jeezy] La, la, la la (Ayy!) Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Haha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah!) You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] Let up the suicide doors This is my life, homie, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell ya who decide wars So I parallel double-parked that motherfucker sideways Old folks talking 'bout, "Back in my day" But homie, this is my day Class started two hours ago, oh, am I late? No, I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh, they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apolog'ing Let me know if it's a problem then Aight, man, holla, then [Chorus: Kanye West & Young Jeezy] La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing [Verse 3: Kanye West] Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past He don't even stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors He can drive off of fumes 'cause How he move in a room full of no's? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure, what's your pleasure? Life is a–uh–depending how you dress her So if the Devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between, but way more fresher With way less effort 'Cause when you try hard, that's when you die hard Your homies looking like, "Why, God?" When they reminisce over you, my God [Chorus: Kanye West & Young Jeezy] La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing [Outro: Kanye West & Young Jeezy] La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? (I'm serious, nigga, I got money) [Connie Mitchell vocalizing] [Produced by DJ Toomp and Kanye West]147

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