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Allure

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[Produced by The Neptunes] [Intro: JAY-Z, Pharrell] Young! It's the life Once again it's the life, yes I don't know why, I.. get so high oh It's intoxicating, man, y'all don't know why you do what you do Get so high oh, get so high, high off the life [Verse 1: JAY-Z] The allure of breaking the law Was always too much for me to ever ignore I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses In love with a V-Dub engine Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist My women-friends get tennis bracelets Trips to Venice, get their Winters replaced with The sun...it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it I put my feet in the footprints left to me Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy Man, my brother hustled so, naturally Up next was me, but what perplexes me Shit, I know how this movie ends, still I play The starring role in "Hovito's Way" [Chorus: JAY-Z, Pharrell] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast 'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!) But every time I felt "That was that", it called me right back It called me right back Man, it called me right back (Oh no!) [Verse 2: JAY-Z] I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka Until I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real Peel the top up like a toupée, mix the water with the soda Turn the pot up, make a soufflé All of y'all can get it like group-page on your two-way I'm living proof that crime do pay Say "hooray" to the bad guy, and all the broads Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game Putting 'caine in their bras and their tomorrows on the train: All in the name of love Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came Over the house to take back everything that they claimed Or even the worse pain is the distress Learning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust Now it gets tough to ever love again But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain To all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes: We all hustlers in love with the same thing [Chorus: JAY-Z, Pharrell] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast 'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!) But every time I felt "That was that", it called me right back It called me right back Man, it called me right back (Oh no!) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I never felt more alive than riding shotgun In Klein's green 5, until the cops pulled guns And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need - What the game did to my pulse - with no results And you can treat your nose and still won't come close The game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts And I'm just a moth addicted to the floss The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off By any means necessary, whatever the cost Even if it means lives is lost And I can't explain why I just love to get high Drink, "life!" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times I may not even be alive I mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure Dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse Of course... [Chorus: JAY-Z, Pharrell] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast 'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!) But every time I felt "That was that", it called me right back It called me right back Man, it called me right back (Oh no!) [Outro: JAY-Z, Pharrell] Once again its the life Yeah I said its the life Once I again its the life (Oh no! I don't know why, I...) (Get so high oh) (Get so high oh) (Get so high, high off the life)

Why?

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[Intro: Jadakiss] Haha! Is that real! [Verse 1: Jadakiss & Anthony Hamilton] Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets? Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt? And why them dudes ain't ridin' if they part of your set? And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death? Yeah, and why they gonna give you life for a murder? Turn around, only give you eight months for a burner? It's goin' down; why they sellin' niggas' CD's for under a dime? And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9? Why my niggas ain't get that cake? Why is a brother up north better than Jordan That ain't get that break? Why you don't stack instead of tryin' to be fly? Why is rattin' at an all time high? Why are you even alive? (Why?) Why they kill 2Pac and Chris? Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin' Cris? (Oh, why?) Why them bullets have to hit that door? Why did Kobe have to hit that raw? Why'd he kiss that whore? Why?! (Good lord, tell me why) [Hook: Anthony Hamilton] All that I’ve been given It's this pain that I’ve been livin' They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Tried to make it my way But got sent on up the highway Why? Oh why? Why they gotta do me like that? [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Why do niggas push pounds and powder? Why did Bush knock down the towers? Why you around them cowards? Why Aaliyah have to take that flight? Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari? Why he take that bike? Why they gotta open your package and read your mail? Why they stop lettin' niggas get degrees in jail? Why you gotta do 85% of your time? And why do niggas lie in 85% of they rhymes? Why a nigga always want what he can't have? Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag? Why did crack have to hit so hard? Even though it's almost over, why niggas can't get no jobs? Why they come up with the witness protection? Why they let the Terminator win the election? Come on, pay attention! Why I sell in the stores what you could sell in the streets? Why I say the hottest shit but be sellin' the least? why [Hook: Anthony Hamilton] All that I’ve been given It's this pain that I’ve been livin' They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Tried to make it my way But got sent on up the highway Why? Oh why? Why they gotta do me like that? [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar? Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it? Why they didn't make the CL6 with a clutch? And if you don't smoke Then why the hell you reachin' for my dutch?! Why rap? ‘Cause I need air time Why be on the curb with a "Why lie? I need a beer" sign? Why all the young niggas is dyin'? ‘Cause they moms at work They pops is gone, they livin' with iron Why they ain't give us a cure for AIDS? Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days? Why you screamin' like it's a slug? It's only the hawk Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York? Why they forcin' you to be hard? Why ain't you a thug by choice? Why the whole world love my voice? Why? Try to tell 'em that it's the flow, son And you know why they made the new twenties? ‘Cause I got all the old ones — that's why! [Hook: Anthony Hamilton] All that I’ve been given Is this pain that I’ve been livin' They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Tried to make it my way But got sent on up the highway Why? Oh why? Why they gotta do me like that? [Outro: Anthony Hamilton] Why? Oh, why? Oh! Why, oh Why? Tell me why? Why?

Gihad

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[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah One-two (You got that?) Yeah, let's go Silent King Yeah The big park shit You know how it go In them alleys (I'ma holler at you, though) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90s Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimeys It's late fall, dime season We bought the crib next to Bill Clinton mother 'Cause she fuck with the Chinese They hitting niggas with hero'n It's fourteen of us with Beemers We won't stop pitching the Chevron It's packed, kid, Black kids don't know how to act They flashing Macs, Gillettes, a couple of stacks, yo The systems is -upid Yup, shorty with the pumps on And dunks get provided and scooped, kid And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down Silent shottys with grenades, I'm waiting And everybody love vintage You see like four, five niggas with half-moons and wave intentions "What's really good?" "The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel Heard he had some old chick with him" [Hook: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town That's why we do the do, just know who is who Acknowledge me all day (Yo!), and understand Wu is Wu [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] But on the other side of town it's Tony, laid up (Ugh) This white chick want to gargle my nuts I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out Grabbed her by her hair, watch blondie-love whip my dick out Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me "That's right! Suck that dick! Get it hard for me" Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up He popped up ("Oh, shit!") I'm like a crooked cop Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late Already nutted on the side of her mouth Side of her face, and hair like Something About Mary I can't front, my son gun look scary ("Whoa...") "Chill! She's a whore! You knew it from the time we ran trains on her And you still went and fucked her raw? Come on, son, give me the gun ("Gimme that!") You gonna kill me over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist? Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist? Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at Trish She take a bone like a ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth I only did it just to show you—She's the easiest bitch" He came close, had to duff him—"Nigga, give me that shit" [Hook: Raekwon] That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town That's why we do the do, just know who is who Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu [Outro: Ghostface Killah] "Fuck your gun, motherfucker. I di—Pull a fucking gun on me again, I'll blow your little balls off. Go to the store and get me a fucking 40 'fore I smack the shit out you, man. Word up. While you're at it, go to the freezer. Get a steak, man, for your eye, nigga. Word up. Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back. And when you get back, bag this shit up, nigga. Word up. I don't give a fuck if you 25, nigga. You my son, nigga. Word up. That's why I let you slide, nigga. Word. Get you a 40, too, and a pacifier, nigga. And a bib and a diaper."

The Saga

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(Man talking) Yo Mega man, what's the deal son? (Mega) Yo son, whattup? (Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is Yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know Things we goin' through man, why we gotta go through this life, you know? (Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that? (Man) Word, son. (echos out) [Verse 1] The saga begins I'm a reflection of the drama within The ghetto I live in, nigga's Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared The first time you get locked up who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwards Sleep on a mattress. When I go to make a sale At times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell? Or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well? My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove Not gun shots, we're immune to those Some of my friends' first bids are two to fours, others on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch sons walk through the door For the last time 'till they go view at the morgue Life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat Rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets [Hook] Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses And tears shed for passed soldiers We all walk in a path chosen From the cradle 'till the casket's lowered I still got the black ski mask to throw on But I can get richer off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more Look at my life [Verse 2] Life ain't fair, Shorty pregnant with nowhere to live Sleepin' in a crackhouse cause she don't got no relatives Her friends wanna drink brew and beef about whose sale it is Now she's gettin' hungry, she smell the marijuana scent I paint a picture vividly As if Picasso's spirit entered me Starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I realize my nigga Blue is a reminder of my past like Greek ruins Yet his seed keeps bloomin' Unaffected by police intrusions Or street illusions we were consumed wit' I've even grown away from people I grew wit' I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit My mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless We ain't built the same so mind games are useless Times change, like the climate I change Check the forecast, I reign [Hook] [Verse 3] Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for Those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penitentiary bars Then once free you realize you're mentally scarred If not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities Prepare for your future to the best of your ability Prosper, otherwise You've been conquered Blowin' up your mother's phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence And thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every Ghetto like graffiti and crack sales And cabs that won't stop for black males Undercovers givin' younger brothers bad stares Fours clap, dogs crap in the grass here You love to hear the story son, the saga began here MC's are fictitious yet the actual facts here Like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair

Yellow Brick Road

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[Intro: Morris Casuto, Spiro Agnew, Randy Blazak & Eminem] What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough, if you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not to constitute what this country at times calls (Yeah) their throwaway children We seem to be approaching (C'mon!) an age of the gross (*Burp*) We all have this idea that we should move up a little bit from our parents' station and each—and each generation should do a little bit better [Verse 1: Eminem] All right, come on, let's cut the bullshit, enough Let's get it started, let's start addressin' this issue, and open it up Let's take this shit back to the basement and we can discuss Statements that's made on this tape and its whole origin of The music that we all know and love, the music we all enjoy The music you accuse me of tryin' to destroy Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy On the East Side of Detroit, crossin' 8 Mile into Warren Into hick territory; I'd like to share a story This is my story, and can't nobody tell it for me You have well informed me, I am well-aware That I don't belong here: you've made that perfectly clear I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere From Bel-Aire shopping center just for stoppin' in there From the black side all the way to the white side Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious so well known tracks [Chorus: Eminem] So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home [Bridge: Eminem] I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike From somebody's backyard, and drop it off at the park That was the halfway mark, to meet Kim had to walk Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's That's about the time I first met Proof With Goofy Gary on the steps at Osborn, handin' out some flyers We was doin' some talent shows at Center Line High I told him to stop by and check us out sometime He looked at me like I'm out my mind Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme." I spit out a line and rhymed "birthday" with "first place" And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shit Where compound syllables sound combined From that day we was down to ride Somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line [Chorus: Eminem] So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home [Verse 2: Eminem] My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through He said that Puma's the brand ‘cause the Klan makes Troops It was rumors, but man, goddamn, they flew Musta been true, because man, we done banned they shoes I had the new ones, the Cool J Ice Lamb, suede too But we just threw 'em in the trash like they yesterday's news Guess who came through next? X Clan debuted Professor X (Vanglorious!) "Exist in a state of red, black and green, with a key, sissies!" Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in Crackas is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in African symbols and medallions represent Black Power And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man Howard And Butter would go to the mall With 'em all over our necks like we're showin' 'em off Not knowin' at all we was bein' laughed at "You ain't even half black! You ain't 'posed to have that, homie, let me grab that! And that Flavor Flav clock, we gon' have to snatch that!" All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement, sayin' how we hate this How racist but dope the X Clan's tape is Which reminds me, back in '89, me And Kim broke up for the first time; she was tryin' to two-time me And there was this black girl at our school, who thought I was cool ‘Cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein' me And oh the irony, guess what her name was? Ain't even gonna say it, plus The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts And a pair of jugs, the bombest goddamn girl in our whole school If I could pull her, not only would I become more popular But I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy And that's the last I ever seen or heard Or spoke to the "Ole Foolish Pride" girl, but I've heard People say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad But it was: I singled out a whole race And for that I apologize, I was wrong ‘Cause no matter what color a girl is, she's still a— [Chorus: Eminem] So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home [Outro: Debbie Mathers] Fuck out of my house, you fuckin' pieces of shit! Get the fuck out of my house, you stupid fucker! You son of a bitch!

To Live and Die in L.A.

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[Intro] “Street Science, you’re on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac’s new one?” “I love 2Pac’s new record.” “Right, but don’t you feel like that creates tension between East and West? I mean, he’s talking about killing people, ‘I had sex with your wife’ — and not in those words. But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’…" [Intro: 2Pac] I love L.A No Doubt To live and die in L.A. (California) No matter what you say about Los Angeles It's still the only place for me It never rains in Southern California [Verse 1: 2Pac] To live and die in L.A Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us niggas hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin' Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream A hard lesson, court cases keep me guessin' Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin' Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen' Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down sunset, likin' the sin What's the worst they can do to a nigga? Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail [Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac] My angel sing To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be And the angels go You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see To live and die in L.A To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see [Verse 2: 2Pac] It's the city of angels and constant danger South Central L.A. can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera On the curb watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters I observe so many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail I swear, the pen' right across from hell I can't cry, ‘cause it's on now I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggas copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love women ‘Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in 'em We might fight amongst each other But I promise you this: we'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in L.A [Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac] To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be Let my angels sing You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see And my angels go To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be To live and die in L.A You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see [Verse 3: 2Pac] It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans Black love, Brown Pride in the sets again Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK? Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way Gang signs being shown, nigga, love yo' hood But recognize and it's all good Where the weed at? Niggas gettin' shermed out Snoop Dogg in this mufucka permed out M.O.B., Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Heron, Buntry too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay Gettin' high, watchin' time fly; to live and die in L.A [Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac] To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be Let my angel sing You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see And my angels go To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be To live and die in L.A You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see Let my angel sing [Outro: 2Pac] This go out for 92.3 and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit Makin' my shit sells quadruple quintuple platinum (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga All the real motherfuckers (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all mothafuckers (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) L.A., "California Love" part mothafuckin' two Without gay ass Dre (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)

I’m a Dboy

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[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah Okay, I'm strapped Get 'em Black hat (Yeah), black shades (Yeah) Black diamonds (Yeah), oh, behave (Haha) No, he can't with the bucket seats back Got the paint job dope and the fuckin' seats crack [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power, I'm gone [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Thinking of a master plan I get money, but I'm thinking of a faster plan I'm tryna cash it in I got five in that garbage can And the wrap Saran, I need cash advance See, I know three sold, the other two a jam I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can Hot-ass fuckin' sedan Windows rolled down, no sound Them bricks got the speakers drowned I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens I ain't tryna get to my ship sunk, fuck you pirates I'll touch you cowards, it ain't nothing to a boss The niggas in the hood tryna floss and ya head got a cost, nigga Take a loss, nigga, SS 55 all-black with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at I ain't tryna prove nothin', I'm just tryna move somethin' [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power, I'm gone [Verse 2: Birdman] See, we cooking up a thousand grams (Thousand grams) I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (With the pots and pans) Triple color with the platinum jams (The platinum jams) Fifty birds, homeboy, in the back of a van (Bitch) A hundred grand in rubber bands (In rubber bands) We got them birds in the coffee cans (In the coffee can) We got the whips with the extra clips (Yeah, nigga) Got bitches outta state, nigga, flippin' them bricks (Flippin' them bricks) Been in the Caddy, been in the alley (Uh-huh) Nigga been on the block (Yeah), right in front Miss Gladys (Right in front Miss Gladys) Nigga know about hustlin' ('Bout hustlin'), know about stuntin' ('Bout stuntin') Did the curb-serving (Yeah), shined every summer (Bitch) Been on front, been in the back (Yeah, nigga) Nigga roll with duct tape and ride with the MAC (Pow, bitch) We see these haters like, "Fuck them niggas" (Like, "Fuck them niggas") We made-men millionaire, hustlin' our nature [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power, I'm gone [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] 8 a.m., open my eyes Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds And I'm over the stove at 9 Yeah, I'm cookin' breakfast for the block, then I let her cook mine, yeah Quick line in the bathroom 'fore we bounce Not me, I mean her, she go a day an ounce, damn Y'all pray for her While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for ya I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paperboy I will take you for the right paper, boy I will take her, shake her, tape her waist up Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up, hah Get your cake up, y'all niggas lame ducks You probably get your game up when I'm givin' the game up My name Wayne, what? Hot Boy, flame up You niggas tryna change up and I'm gettin' my change up [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block I got the money and the power, I'm gone

Tony/Montana

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[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I play hard for nine innings, dressed in fine linen ‘Cause pussy is the best next thing besides winnin' All the positions I've been in couldn't explain how I'm livin' My vision, my intuition has risen Here, take a listen, I'm hittin' Up to bat with precision; see, I'm back in the kitchen Slinging crack to these pigeons, for the fact that I'm driven My linebackers is blitzin', send you packing, good riddance Trapped in this prison where snakes and rats is forbidden Keep my gun hidden, niggas is bitches signing petitions And they providing convictions See, I survive through the system under the livest conditions My riders ride on a mission For snitchin', you get your back blown right out of commission You'll be missin' like them crazy Christians And swimming with all the fishes Your Ms.'s will come and witness your body with hugs and kisses Now, tell me, is that nutritious? We party with chips and liquors Your wizzes is coming with us For real, kid, they bought me presents The difference is this is business, big biscuits, big figures We click on religious niggas for acting too superstitious Move, ‘cause the Coupe is vicious Shoot if you want your wishes to blow See Trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches [Hook] My design is already made So young and so strong And just waiting to be saved [Verse 2: Cormega] My life's no longer in the hands of district attorneys Or envious niggas who thirsty ‘cause I'm OT with bricks for 30 Moving like Magic, but niggas ain't worthy Like Michael Cooper; when I shoot I aim sturdy Mother made or motherfuck 'em Rhymes so dope I hope I make it through customs We can take it to the streets, like a game at the Rucker They claim they love us, but all that changes When you on and they fucked up, dog Ain't no flaws in a hustler I'm no longer in state greens and chuckers Waiting for the beach port and the breaks Streets oughta relate I see it all in your face the window to your soul ain't tinted You wanna see me falling from grace; no way, nigga! I'm stretching my weight, like cocaine dealers What they gonna say now? The flow way iller If dough change niggas I'm no longer the same But what I became does not conflict with from where I came I was dealing with 'caine like cold chilla Back when lyricist reined and dope was killing 'em Any MC who think they ill as me Or real as me should chill, I mean, that's your opinion But my raps is relentless like a MAC with an infra And I'm back with a vengeance Like Sprewell smashing the Knicks After they shipped him despite the fans resistance Big and Pac is up top, so the nicest man living is right here It's quite clear, like diamonds that glisten [Hook] My design is already made So young and so strong And just waiting to be saved

Real Nis

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[Intro: Cam'ron] Uh, Dipset, Jim Jones, Freekey Aight, Santana man... Killa Let's do it man (Killa) [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Ayo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time "Get that off the table Cam'ron, it's dinner time" I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into swine (at all) "You out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind I'ma surpass crack, move on to NASDAQ But still my connects move anthrax on Amtraks [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Ayo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot Load the Glocks they stunting, we control the block They frontin we throw 'em shots and laugh at 'em Shots from the .44 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em Trap 'em, grab 'em and clap at 'em (fucka) Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans Who lost lives in battling, .45s and heckling I believe in black soldiers, black clovers Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras Black vultures, rats, roaches, sleep now, the laugh's over.. Fucka [Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] You can catch real niggas, doing some real things for real money 'Cause real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch Real niggas don't lie for a bitch, real niggas get rich Yeah, you can catch real niggas Doing some real things for real money Real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch Real niggas won't lie for a bitch, real niggas get rich [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Now how you losers want it? (Tell me) We can either war out, or ball out I ain't used to fronting, holmes I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep (yep) I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe, it's nothing Plus big trucking too, it's nothing [Verse 4: Cam'ron] I lick a shot so he know I meant it His soldiers dented, so is his rented Supreme soloist and still co-defendant (And you notice) a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants Since Roto-rooter to Motorola, yes sir I'm splendid You see the furs and pendants Aston Zagato, drop though, hitting curves like Emmitt (from Europe) Smith, if you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really live it [Verse 5: Jim Jones] I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin B As I'm watching the snow fall I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all And to the fiends and junkies, the broken dreams of drunkies Hoes with low-esteem, you know they scream on their monthlies And to my soldiers rocking green in the country Keep your dream and stay hungry Let's get this cream and get money Them haters wishing they could see my demise Break my mom's heart: the grief in her eyes (faggots) Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high This what keeps me alive (listen to me) My Dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride Over me the same peeps that'll die (If it's beef, we will fry) [Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] You can catch real niggas, doing some real things for real money 'Cause real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch Real niggas don't lie for a bitch, real niggas get rich Yeah, you can catch real niggas Doing some real things for real money Real niggas get money, real niggas don't snitch Real niggas won't lie for a bitch, real niggas get rich

Thank You

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[Intro] Thank you, thank you very much for coming out this evening [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines [Verse 1] Thank you, thank you, thank you, please hold your applause For I just applied logic—keys, keys open doors Now I'm balcony, opera, black tux, binocular Black Luxe, stop it, I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up, face keep poppin' up On the tube, I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us? Sittin' so close that we almost got snot on us Please don't bow in my presence—how am I a legend? I just got ten #1 albums, maybe now eleven? More hits than a Now 11; that is no reason To treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes Thank God, what a guy, as I say my grace! Who woulda thought by makin' birds migrate for the winter I be fly all summer? Might I say [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines [Verse 2] Hovi baby, we are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars to keep the ice cold, alright We the last ones to keep the wise guys code alive If I can't live by my word, then I'd much rather die No no, don't thank me, this is just how my suit is stitched I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits For The Color of Money like a Tom Cruise flick 'Cept I put eight balls in corners without usin' pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click, eh Beautiful women sippin' through rouge lips, eh Dangers approaches, we're like: "Wait, who's this?" Let us save you some trouble, son, what size suit you is? This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices We'll be sure to send flower baskets, kid [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines [Verse 3] I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves I was gon' do it with the flow, but they did it with their sales I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help And they did a good job, them boys is talented as hell 'Cause not only did they brick, they put a building up as well Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar, then took a smell 'Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills Niggas thought they was ill, found out they was ILL And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines [Outro] We are really high, really really high, no Really really high, really high tonight, ha We are really high, really high tonight We are really high, really high tonight Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife goodnight for me, hehe

Whats Up Fatlip?

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[Verse 1] Feelin' downtrodden, fresh kid turned rotten I can't believe how naive that I've gotten Over the years seems like I'm gettin' dumber Reminiscing to a time when I was younger with a hunger Full of dreams, determination, self-esteem But now it seems they hesitate to be on my team You know the routine, when you winnin' they're grinnin' All up in your face, like they was wit' you from the beginnin' But on the flipside, when you're washed up like a riptide Fools clown 'bout how you slipped and let shit slide Beside the fact, my voice is wack Clowns is runnin' 'round, talkin' 'bout I smoke crack Ain't got no homies that got my back Yeah I'm a brother, but sometimes I don't feel black My girl is white, my game ain't tight Niggas who ain't seen me in a while be like "Dude, you aight?" [Hook] Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like [KRS-One: What do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk?] [Verse 2] Goin' like a sucka almost every day In the back of your mind you're prob'ly thinkin' I was gay But naw, I'm just a bitch-ass nigga The type that'd get jacked if I was a rich ass nigga See. I been a loser just about all my life Type that tryna turn a ho into a housewife What do you expect, I give respect And feel for hoes niggas keep in check I'm far from hard, emotionally scarred On Pico Boulevard I was regarded as a retard I make myself sick, get on my own nerves Immature, insecure grown up nerd Has-been MC on a label that's unstable Choppin' bliggy on the table [Hook] Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like [Outro] Hey man, yeah man what's up wid' it I still got it Yeah yeah, I been working on my step Hey check this out Yo check this out: (sung) "She keeps on" "She keeps on" Haaaa I still got it

Get Em Girls

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[Verse 1] Killa.. let's go I get the boosters boosting, I get computers 'puting Y'all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting I do the recruiting, I tutor the students I nurture their brain, I'm moving the movement Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers I'm the real ball story, the loser of "Hoosiers" I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dolie I'll leave you wholly-holey, you'll say holy moly Here come the coroner, get em, play Rollie Pollie I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat When it's repping time, I get on extra grind Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time Bitches say I'm the man, I tell em never mind [Chorus] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flipping bricks Get the rots and pits, tell em (get 'em girls) She acting feisty, getting sheisty Call the wifey, tell her to (get 'em girl) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girls) [Verse 2] You acting funny nigga Come... dumb, dummy nigga? Killa keep twenty blickers (I'm getting money nigga) So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga) First pile up in the rear, I style up in my gear Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick Posters on the wall, posted on my balls Dick in her mouth, I tell her "I'm gettin money niggaa" Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle Fuck a Sizzler steak; my estates, they sizzle Ate, boom-boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom vroom (We gettin money nigga) 7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune 'Fore I get life, that boom boom room (I'm gettin money nigga) Wrecks 'n Effects: zoom zoom in poon-poon Since the movie Cocoon, had my Uzi platoon (I'm gettin money nigga) Killa [Chorus] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll em (get em girls) They getting chips, they flipping bricks Get the rots and pits, tell em (get em girls) She acting feisty, getting sheisty Call the wifey, tell her to (get em girl) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get em girls) [Verse 3] My team is the Goonies, we were seen with buffoonies Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neiman's and Bloomies Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me (I'm gettin money nigga) "Baby" b.s. and "honey" do, Cam V.S. 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a Mauri flow, from the Mauri show Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show He in bootcamp, you on food stamps Welfare, no health care, a true tramp And I'm lokie-lokie, leave you pokey-pokey No Rice a Roni, that's the okey-dokey Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey-pokey Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whoadie Here's a map, go learn yourself the town, sporty I was down 40, now I'm up 50 Buck 50, but quickly: who could fuck with me? Killa

Tha Crossroads D.J. U-Neeks Mo Thug Remix

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[Intro: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Now tell me, what ya gonna do (Now, tell me what...) When it ain't nowhere to run When judgment comes for you When judgment comes for you? Now tell me, what ya gonna do (Now, tell me what...) When it ain't nowhere to hide When judgment comes for you 'Cause it's gonna come for you? [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally Eazy, C's Uncle Charlie Little Boo, but God's got him And I'm gonna miss everybody I done rolled with blows like AIDS Looked at him while he laid and prayed But destiny played too deep for me to say Lil' Layzie came to me Told me if he should decease, "well, then please Bury me by my Gran Gran And when you can, come follow me." [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] God bless you workin' on a plan to Heaven Follow the Lord all 24/7 days God is who we praise Even though the Devil's all up in my face But He keepin' me safe and in my place Say grace to the gates we race Without a chance to face the judge Then I guess my soul won't budge Grudge, because there's no mercy for thugs Ooh, what could I do? It's all about a family and how we roll Can I get a witness? Let it unfold We livin' our lives to eternal our souls, hey-o-ayo [Bridge: Krayzie Bone] Pray and we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray Every day, every day, every day, every day And we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray Still we lacin' [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Now follow me, roll stroll Whether it's Hell or it's Heaven Come let's go take a visit to the people that's long gone, they rest: Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo And still keepin' up with they family Exactly how many days we got lastin'? While you laughin' we're passin' passin' away God, rest our souls 'Cause I know I might meet you up at the crossroads Y'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs, baby [Verse 4: Wish Bone] Lil Eazy long gone Really wish he could come home But when it's time to die, gotta go, bye bye All a lil' thug could do was cry, cry Why'd they kill my dawg? Damn, man, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all And he shouldn't be gone In front of his home, what they did to Boo was wrong Oh so wrong, was so wrong Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong When the day comes Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on, lean on [Bridge: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] Pray and we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray Every day, every day, every day, every day And we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely [Post-Chorus: Bizzy Bone] And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone, long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone, long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody [Bridge 2: Layzie Bone] Livin' in a hateful world Sendin' me (straight to Heaven) That's how we roll Livin' in a hateful world Sendin' me (straight to Heaven) That's how we roll Livin' in a hateful world Sendin' me (straight to Heaven) That's how we roll And I asked the good Lord why He sighed, he told me we live to die [Verse 5: Krayzie Bone] What's up with that murder, y'all? See, my little cousin was hung Somebody really wrong, anybody wanna test us, dawg? And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy to fall You know while we sinnin' He intendin' on endin' it when it ends He comin' again and again and again Now tell me, what ya gonna do? [Verse 6: Wish Bone] Can somebody anybody tell me why, hey Can somebody anybody tell me why We die, we die? I don't wanna die (Oh so wrong, oh wrong, oh so wrong, oh wrong) [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely

Angelz

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither This is real shit This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all No doubt, seven o'clock Fantasy Island This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man" And this is Tony's Angels, aiyyo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks Undercover agents, far beyond narcs Amazed by their beauty marks, Wonder Woman bracelets Knee-high boots that was made by Clarks My dick got hard at how they spoke and shit Every language was music to the kid as if I was modern day King Midas Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn Plus I played the whip real low cause my face was woofin' My Angels jetted out of Albee Square, gun out, wrap in their hair Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air Chased a nigga down block for block, squeezing Glocks These mommies real angels, took one off his top He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar The more they ran, the more their skirts got dirtier Sending shots like check day, FedEx expressway Boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay "Who shot that duck out the window", Mr. Lee said "Three pay now, you fucking weed head" We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead Then I pulled up, "Come on girls to Club Med" [Interlude: DOOM] Stay tuned for the conclusion Three's Company: "Family Jewels" [Verse 2: DOOM] Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM He woke up stoked like they was still in the room Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep Release his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet Staggering except for the socks and mask, naked Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo, checkin' For the keys, the dough, a robbery expected Yet nothing obvious was missing, recollected Now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's Personnel nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie Chasing Patrice with Thai iced teas She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy Told them both, "I don't feel so well, my belly Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the telly Y'all go head and get the dutches, be back, copy" Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby (Peace) Peace, pizza man (Change a hundred) stopped and looked Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book Wasn't the juks but too careless fearless Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace The question remains who bound and gagged him That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum Villains skied a gram on the street, fifty G The part of Mr. Roper was played by Mr. T [Outro: Ghostface Killah & DOOM] I'm Mr. T, fuck Charlie Like I was sayin' (True story) I'm Mr. T Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy? You know what you gon' do (Janet was dark-skinned) You too Dorine, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit Kristy was brown-skinned Uh-huh, that's right, yeah I'ma call them Theodore niggas SWAT team on alert and shit Uh-huh, yeah, that's right, Skye you can't hide baby You got the best head nigga, word up The mask was chromed out This real Angel shit, y'all my bitches Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga Word up, gimme back my boots Theodore!

Crunk Muzik

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[Intro: Juelz Santana] Yeah! Ay! Dip-Set! Come on Black-out, lets do it Dip, dip-set! Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Now this here is that bomb diggy (Diggy) Diggy dang, the dons with me Killa, he'll kill a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me Capo's corrupted (Yup), he's the wrong vato to fuck with (Yup) Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public And me, Human Crack in the flesh (Flesh) I'm the last of the best (Best) One word to describe me (What?), spectacular, yes So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?) I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi So don't fool with the click (Ayy) Don't fool with the Dips (Ayy) You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (Ayy) When that gun with the clip in (What) Start dumpin' and rippin' (Yup) At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (Ayy) You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ayy) I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (Ayy) Like here, take that, shake that, break that (Ayy) In half and please bring my cake back [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist [Verse 2: Jim Jones] This is that bang, bang, bang To my hooligan, gang While you movin' them thangs And ya toolies go bang (Silence) Call me Richochet Rabbit Cause I click and spray matics And my niggas straight savage (Goonies) Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (Boom) 'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground In the hood he known as a Capo To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!) And okay, I know me some vato In the life on movin on patos (Dimelo) Okay muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (Mira) I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (Te matan) This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m If its crime let's have fun, let's have fun, let's have fun This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa If you scared get ya gun (Get ya gun, get ya gun) This that uptop crunk When the truck stop, dump This where the bucs stop chump (Dump, dump, dump) [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid (Killa, Dipset, let's go) High like space, .45 on waist [Verse 3: Cam' Ron] Yo That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (What's this?) This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who Gats in the truck Platt, platt, pass to a duck I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck Ya'll reppin' that 5 still I'm reppin' that 5 mill Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!) Let's style a bit, Italian shit, five thou' outfit Show you how to get that powder shit Filed the fifth, jet out of it My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000) And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?) Just hear "woop, woop, wamp, wamp, beep, beep" (that's the cops) And you rumble: never. Me? Hit a humble diva (a few of 'em) And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy) So tell Lucccy (what) That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?) I'm the 1 the rep the set Left to left, death to death You'll get yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist

Halftime

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[Produced by Large Professor] [Intro] (Right… Right…) Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Verse 1] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catchin' the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I pull a number like a pager ‘Cause I'm a ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is givin' me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change, I'm a performer, strange So the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme It's halftime [Chorus] (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) Ayo, it's halftime (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) Yeah, it's about halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel [Verse 2] It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't a army that could strike back So I react, never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme ‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of The Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise ‘cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand And now in every jam, I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand? ‘Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man Am I in place with the bass and format? Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime [Chorus] (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) Exhale, check it, it's halftime (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) It's real in the field Word life, check it [Verse 3] I got it goin' on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it ‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' 'em fast, doin' this, that and the third But chill, pass to Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinée Puttin' hits on 5-0 ‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 And biters can't come near And yo, go to Hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin' fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo I'm out [Outro] (Right…) It's still halftime (Right…) To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime (Right…) '92, it's halftime (Right…) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost Halftime…

The World Is Yours

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[Produced by Pete Rock] [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? [Verse 1: Nas] I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I’m throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? [Verse 2: Nas] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours) To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life I trip, we box up crazy bitches, aimin' guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days when sellin' smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Jesús, soakin' they sins in trays Of holy water, odds against Nas is slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead in right direction How you livin'? Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre? You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) [Bridge] Break it down It's yours, it's yours It's yours, it's yours [Verse 3: Nas] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow ‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom The crew is lampin' Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (Yeah) The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) [Outro: Nas & Pete Rock] (Break it down) Yeah, aight To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours) Long Island, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It's yours) South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours) Aight

Thuggish Ruggish Bone

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[Produced by DJ U-Neek] [Intro] We're not against rap, we're not against rappers But we are against those thugs (thugs, thugs, thugs) [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up Hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel Just be thuggin', straight buzzin' Lovin' your peoples cause we so real Chill, better bring your weapon when steppin' Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip Not to mention, never knew no competition But I gotta get mine So scream out "Mo'!" and let me hear ya holla Not about that mighty dollar Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow Chain gang remaining the same Flaming my dank and drinking brew Thinking about that hanging, clocking my bank And thuggin' with trues, foo's [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 2: Wish Bone] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug Bustas, you know me as a hustla Try to creep and get beat Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under Straitjackets, gotta make that money, man It's still the same now Bailin' in my black trench vest You gotta be down to bang-bang Come and get this teaching You soldiers how thugstas must stack Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack Wig blew all the way back [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land Well creep if you can Take another swig to the brain rose Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke And running from the po-po now Gotta get up with my thugstas Right turn to the double Glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff puff to the brain, shot Love P-O-D'd and tweeded Gotta get another case for my trunk Olde English, really don't need it But in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump Bone So leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down Thug runnin' the nine-quad And you better believe they be running this thug style So what now? See the Bone Thug clank Thug never gonna change so flame up Sit back and just smoke to the same cut Leatherface on the creep and I came up [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock Pop-pop, better drop when them buckshot blow! The Bone in me never no hoe so No creepin' up outta the Ziplock So Sin sip gin And Lil Mo Hart run up, nut up and flipped in Then slipped in the clip in Next click and me blood the victim Ever to test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest and But I won't test bucks Put a hole up into me vest and Gotta get through my soul but they won't budge Mug, drug, me picked em The blood in me running my mental The thug in me stuck in me keeping it simple The Thug in me running with thugs so To the temple, buck when you duck To the thuggish ruggish T's St. Clair P's to appeal to the G's And a buck to all my enemies [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Outro: Shatasha Williams] We got Layzie, and Krayzie Bizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house And Flesh, and Shatasha Cleveland, definitely in the house It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone

Keys Open Doors

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[Chorus: Pusha T] Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors [Verse 1: Pusha T] Yuugh, make your skin crawl Press one button, let the wind fall Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers I ain't spent one rap dollar in three years, holla Money's the leash, drag the bitch by a dog collar Now, ho, follow This is my ghetto story like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada Open the Frigidaire, twenty-five to life in here So much white you might think your holy Christ is near Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare Ice trays? Nada, all you'll see is pigeons paired The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired It's crack pot inspired, my real niggas quote Bitch, never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child At you make-believe rappers, I smile, hah Canal Streeting my style Like you internet sharin' my files, you MySpace niggas So kill the comparison I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin Royalty check, nigga, I never been Coke money clean through Merrill Lynch Accountant just gasp at the smell of it Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel you Knock it the fuck off [Chorus: Pusha T & Malice] Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors (Yeah, check it) Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors [Verse 2: Malice] Throw it on the scale, feed your goddamn self Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (No) Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself I yell, "Re-up," 'til I'm locked like Mumia And get it cross-state with the grace of Maria Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us Livin' street tales worthy of Don Divas Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore Shit could get ugly should she talk to the law And that's just what I get, it's the Roses of War Fuck the Bureau, rather be spending Euros We get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals Just like heaven as I gaze at the mural What a peace of mind when you cop you some Shapiros Cheers to the future as we toast to life I'm Prive-ing in Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga The cars are big, the cribs are bigger The kids are happy, the perfect picture Gemstar razor, the fruit of my labor And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor These bitches fake like the hoes on Flavor But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes [Chorus: Pusha T] Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors

Back to the Topic Freestyle

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[Intro] Yeah, nigga I'ma go ahead and murder this shit Voice gone and shit, I think it's gon' make it sound a lil' A lil' ill, just a lil' iller Yeah, Fayettenam, nigga, yeah [Verse] Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my raps, I ain’t told ya nan lie My world a little darker like a fuckin' tan line Go on look for a better nigga, girl you can’t find Fine young man with an old man mind No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind Aw, no ma'am, I’m an old land mine I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time Now I’m armed and I’m, Fayettenam’s finest Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racin' Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be fakin' Whole style obviously copied, pasted Plagiarized swag, may arrive last But when it’s all said and done, I’ma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine What that I be fly, I be higher than the Jet-a-sons Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons All about the Benjamins, bad chicks, send 'em in Basic hoes, toss 'em out, can’t even get Waffle House Hatin’ niggas, chalk 'em out, go on, get the coffin out What you talking about, lil man? My shit here burning, you not even lil’ tan I’m ill enough to kill cancer, baby, I’m chemo Down in Miami and I'm throwed like Marino Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an Eagle No, not on top but down there She say she want to hop on top, girl, I don’t care You better get yours 'fore I reach mine cause then I’m throwing peace signs If you a freak, I can take you to your peak Girl, I do it to the maximum, Nissan And I hope you a believer I’m quarterbacking, tryna get you open like receivers Far from an overnight achiever Cole is like the leader of the new niggas To tell the truth, I’m only fucking with a few niggas If that, the rest of y'all niggas get lapped I sit back and reflect on the rap game, I came from out of nowhere Nigga, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare Got niggas shouting out the 'Ville, "I gotta go there” Boy don’t you know you get shot over there? I say my prayers 'cause this life ain’t fair A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there Yeah late at night, when I got the phone call and made a right But my crib was straight ahead, shawty gave me head Hit it then I quit it ‘fore she even made the bed Damn I’m no good, but damn it’s so good I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would Something like Rihanna while I’m up in that V-gina Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer I could give a fuck long as there’s something that’s behind of her Got the type of bumper make a dog wanna hump Back to the topic, actually forgot it Hoes, money, I’m the shit, oh yeah, I’m reminded The way I put the words together, cleverly align 'em These other rap niggas should never be a problem [Outro] And I’m ghost, nigga, yeah Let me hear that, woo!

Glass

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[Verse 1 - Pill] Every morning I wake up, I'm thanking God for the day But then it's back to the trap slangin the hardest of yay Ask for forgiveness because I know this ain't livin that I'm livin Cool decision that easily let a nigga in prison A vision of having better days Instead the reality of me serving several jays I ask for help, please Get me up off these corners, I can't see myself leave Stuck in this world of crack smoke and hoes on they knees I seen him bleeding on the ground and I said a prayer Please don't take him lord--thats my partner--cause we need him here He got some children and a momma who love him dear Why we hustle and people struggle, you ain't made that clear And so its back off to the streets, and I'm callin them home I black out all the people preachin, callin my phone I got these dimes on my mind, and I'm all in the zone Cause when you broke motherfucker, yes you fallin alone [Verse 2 - Pill] There's been times I don' cried cause I was down on my luck A damn thing to my name and I don't give a fuck Probation thinking they can hold me, they got it wrong And I remember my momma told me, gotta be strong I'm rollin' stones, that's the only way I see a profit Convicted felon, but there's something heavy off in my pocket So stop it, I see him watching, I'm keeping on You go to your 9 to 5, I'm trapping; to each his own The things I feel, I think god should know Why I couldn't be one of those kids on the Cosby Show It's ugly, you see them thuggin, they pushing buggies, collecting cans If he could apply himself he might be a better man It's kinda hard when there's a liquor store on every corner And you see twelve every moment trying to run up on ya It's kinda hard cause it's a liqour store on every corner And you see twelve every moment tryin to run up on ya

Just to Get By

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[Intro] "That was the warm up, that was the warm up, baby Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and I'm up outta here One, yup, yeah." [Verse] Lord, please forgive me for my sinning I ain’t saying that I’m finished, but I’m praying in advance Cause the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants Yeah, ball game I swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans when a nigga took the chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fucking thing I had with me Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cooking up crack But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor’s But mastered this rap shit You hear the words coming from my lips bastards I never crack, I got that Chapstick I practiced till that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter Now where’s the ladder? Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though ‘Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral We never tattle, let God handle that Or let the mob handle that No Soprano, half black, half white; I’m a piano I’m an animal, my video on Discovery Channel I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease to exist Like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me in the ‘Ville In the state of NC Bitch, if I ain’t back home, I’m up in NYC ‘Bout that money prob-ly like a fucking robbery But I ain’t jacking I’m chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slacking I’m chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slacking Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga, no hacking on my shit I’m straight smacking niggas, straight tagging niggas Yo, I freestyle and fuck you niggas, ya’ll be wilding and I’m out

Elevators Me You

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[Verse 1: André 3000] One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something good Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood Just tryna find that hookup Now, every day, we looked up at the ceiling (Yuh) Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling off instrumentals Had my pencil, and plus, my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole-in-the-wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like, "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no [Verse 2: Big Boi] Check it, a-one-two, a-one "Two dope niggas in the Cadillac," they call us Went from "Player's Ball" to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say, "Motherfuck that playin'," they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise" Over a million sold to this day; niggas, they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all player-haters can bite me I'm out this bitch [Hook] Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors [Verse 3: Big Boi] Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that Rallys, bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk Chunky asses, passes getting throwed like Hail Marys And they looking like Halle Berrys So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother, James, things changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma, I want to sing But, momma, I want to trick (Trick), and momma, I'm sucking dicks, now" We moving on up in the world like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82 Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone! (Yeah, yeah) Like this, East Point and we gone [Hook] Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors [Verse 4: André 3000] Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from ("Ayy") Some nigga was saying something Talking 'bout smoke something "Hey, man, you remember me from school?" "No, not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup hoes From all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I'd been going through the same things that he has True, I've got more fans than the average man But not enough loot to last me to the end of the week I live by the beat like you live check-to-check If it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue [Hook] Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you

Neva Eva Get On My Level

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[Intro: Lil Jon] What, uh What?! You can't! You can't It's Trillville ho, Lil Scrappy ho, it's BME ho Let's go! [Refrain (repeated throughout song)] Get on my level ho [Chorus: Lil Jon] Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] Get the fuck back, get the fuck back already I ain't playing nann day Prove a nigga what you say Meet me anywhere, I don't care It don't matter to me Cause if you fucking step I'mma step in your vicinity What, you think I'm a ho? Nigga please! You ain't on my level Get some rank, bitch While I'm digging your grave with a shovel Time after time I ask myself Is it really clever for you to get with me? Bitch nigga you can never ever Rank on my level, I push a Chevrolet pedal If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome Heavy metal Never settle for less but always strive for the best Most these niggas playing chief will put you straight to the test [Chorus: Lil Jon] Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) [Verse 2: Don Peezy] Look at my Benz, look at my Ac Look at my Navi and my Lac Get on my level? Hell nah never that I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat Always slizzle-making Sure I stay gone Call us some broad to the Georgia Dome Trying to get with me is like naps through a comb They call me Don P aka "Corleone" Up in the club with my Cartiers on Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or getting my roll on He on the cell "Can ya hear me?" Hell nah Get on my level That's what I'm trying to tell y'all, fo real [Chorus: Lil Jon] Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) [Verse 3: LA] LA off in this thing, get up on my level, ho! Bitch nigga, you can never ever, ever ever hang Bitch nigga step the fuck back, and if you think I'm jokin' Ask them niggas that tried to play us See 'em lying off in that coffin Trillville, ATL swanging, swanging, throwing bows Got some niggas that be hating busting slugs at my foes If you thinking you can fuck with a nigga like me Nah nigga, get rich Trillville and BME What the fuck you talking about? We too deep Nigga what! If a hater wanna hate then a hater getting bust We ain't hard to find, nigga, so why you steadily talking shit? I'm fixing to sick my dogs, ho Pussy nigga, get big, nigga-ho [Verse 4: Lil' Scrappy] Get crunk out your brains when I spit this verse I'm a blood-sucking vampire, my venom is worse Head Bustas deal with dangerous thirsts (Head Busta!) Shatter your bones in your chest and make your motherfuckin' heart burst Don't worry now, best of the South on the map Knock your thoughts out and leave your brains on your lap Don't touch my Kangol, shorty... what's wrong with you? I might drop my fist back and knock your grill through [Chorus: Lil Jon] Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Bitch nigga you can neva eva Eva eva Eva eva, eva eva eva eva Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) Get on my level ho (What!) [Outro: Lil Jon] When I see you duck Run around the motherfuckin' club! Run around the motherfuckin' club! Run around the motherfuckin' club! Run around the motherfuckin' club! Run around the motherfuckin' club! Run around the motherfuckin' club! Run around the motherfuckin' club! Run around the motherfuckin' club! Yeah!

Hate It or Love It

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[Produced By: Cool & Dre] [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out committing felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody" I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me [Verse 2: The Game] (G-G-G-G-G-Unit!) On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song And really do it, that's the true meaning of a ghostwriter 10 G's will take your daughter out her Air Forces Believe in me, homie, I know all about losses I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys That's 10 years, I told Pooh in '95 I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride And if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now I'm going back to Cali With my Jacob on, see how time fly? [Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me [Bridge: 50 Cent] From the beginning to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game [Verse 3: The Game] Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense My mom's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range Thinking how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes When there's kids starvin' Pac is gone and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted I think, "What if Marie Baker got that abortion?" I love you, ma [Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me

Not Pussified

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"I hate these pajamas! These pajamas aren't stitched for me!" "Pajamas are pussified!" Ah, whoa Listen to our story 'bout three school kids We're on Wife Swap, we're not some pigs We go storm chasin' with Mom and Dad And a tornado would make us glad We eat Slim Jims, we're out in the road Drop our pants, take a big load Texas, Colorado, Dallas, Amarillo South Dakota, North Dakota and Kansas City, too Oklahoma City, girls got big, ah Gainesboro, Wichita, Omaha, too Half past the monkey's ass, quarter to his balls Yeah We chase dust devils, get sand in our pants Our flies are itchin', it's the fire ants If you're trying to [?] us and can't keep up If you're talking about me, you can shut the ah up That's my mama on a big white ax People are watching, you pay the cash [Mom's guitar solo] My name is Ryo, I love the big trains I run your ass over if I think you're a pain That's my papa and he's making it stick Take it away, Daddy, he ain't no dick [Dad's harmonica solo] I am Bradford, I am number one I get good grades and have some fun We are the Heene boys, we're not pussified We eat baked beans, now we're fortified Beans, beans, good for your heart The more you eat, the more you fart The more you fart, the better you feel So eat beans, beans for every meal We go to school to get an education No homeschool, that's pussification My name is Falcon, I'll kick you in the nuts I hate big [unintelligible], I think you're a putz I walk into my backyard with my uh in my hand I give all my ah, Boogerman I look up in the tree, what do I see? I see [?] tryin' to pee on me So I pick up a rock, throw it at his ah He fell to the floor and his ah fell off I took him to the doctor and the doctor said "Sorry 'bout that, he's dead!" We are the Heene boys, we are fortified We're not whipped punks, we're not pussified We are the Heene boys, we are fortified We're not whipped punks, we're not pussified

Day ‘N’ Nite Nightmare

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[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh [Verse 1] Day and night I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind I look for peace, but see, I don't attain What I need for keeps, this silly game we play, play Now look at this Madness the magnet keeps attracting me, me I try to run, but see, I'm not that fast I think I'm first but surely finish last, last [Chorus] 'Cause day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone, some things will never change The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night [Verse 2] Hold the phone The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Dolo He's on the move, can't seem to shake the shade Within his dreams he sees the life he made, made The pain is deep A silent sleeper, you won't hear a peep, peep The girl he wants don't seem to want him too It seems the feelings that she had are through, through [Chorus] 'Cause day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone, some things will never change The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night [Verse 3] Slow mo' When the tempo slows up and creates that new, new He seems alive though he is feeling blue The sun is shining, man he's super cool, cool The lonely nights They fade away, he slips into his white Nikes He smokes a clip and then he's on the way To free his mind in search of, to free his mind in search of To free his mind in search of [Chorus] Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone, some things will never change The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night At, at, at night, night At, at, at night, night [Outro] Na-na-na-na-na-na, Kid Cudi Cleveland status, ridin' all day Cleveland status, ridin' all night Cleveland status, ridin' all day Cleveland status, ridin' all night

5 Star Remix

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[Intro: Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane] Chea! (Yeah) Ay, you know I'm lookin' for a five-star bitch, talkin' bout (Burr! Burr!) I'm talkin' homegirl Be lookin' like she just stepped outta magazine (Gucci!) If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice box wet, and your head somethin' fine This time, it's gonna be somethin' serious (yeah!) I want a five-star bitch, I need a five-star bitch I need a five-star bitch, I want a five-star bitch [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars I'm a five-star nigga, this a five-star clique That's a 645, this that new M6 Pay her bills, get her hair fixed, might even pay her rent And the way she give it to me, best money I ever spent Hey, I can't even lie, I'm so super high Do not need her, will not keep her unless she is fly Gucci Mane's a thug, B; your man is a scrub, see She loves me now, she loves you not, yeah all my bitches love me And if you in Atlanta, look up Gucci girl and beep me And we can find a five-star hotel, you can meet me [Hook: Yo Gotti] That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice-box wet and your head somethin' fine Then you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch Ay you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch I want a five-star chick, I need a five-star chick I need a five-star chick, I want a five-star chick [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit I'm the realest nigga walkin', and this the remix And still I'm out here lookin' for a five-star chick When I catch her, I'mma bless her with a five-star kid She a natural born hustla, she ain't chasin' no suckas On a mission for a real nigga, she ain't never fucked a busta So your cars and your jewelry that she really don't excite And all them hatin'-ass hoes in the club want to fight She was born in the A, went to school in D.C Got a job in Dallas, Texas then moved to Tennessee If you ain't a five-star, need to go ahead and face it Fake Gucci, fake Louis, shorty that'll make you basic That ain't a five-star bitch, that ain't a five-star bitch That ain't a five-star bitch, girl ain't a five-star bitch [Verse 3: Trina] (Trina!) See I'm a five-star bitch cause I ain't that other bitch She been strugglin' for hers, from the womb, I been rich I ain't gotta talk about the money and the shoe game All you gotta do is Google Trina, see the proof, mane Cause ain't none of these hoes doing shows in a recession They cards get declined, now they suffering a depression While I'm spending meals, signin' all kinda deals I'm a five-star bitch eatin' five-star meals My whole lifestyle like "Coming to America" All my Louis luggage, you see my bag how I carry her Walkin' through the airport like I'm in a parade On my hologram, loggin' on to E-Trade [Hook: Yo Gotti] That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice-box wet and your head somethin' fine Then you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch Ay you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch I want a five-star chick, I need a five-star chick I need a five-star chick, I want a five-star chick [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany's Fendi on my slippers and my cookie's always slippery I don't need help, I pay the bills on time So I be yellin' "Fuck 'em" with a dildo sign Five, little mama, you a three-star I ain't sleepin' when I say I'm in my dream car Oh, did I stutter? Harajuku hyphen Barbie I'm hot, I think it's time to put the rice in I was in the chair, I was gluin' my weave in When you hit the stage, they was booin' and leavin' Young Money, red flag, no more auditions Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is [Outro: Yo Gotti] That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch

Rubber Band Man

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[Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubberband man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man [Verse 1] Rubberband man, like a one-man band Treat these niggas like the Apollo and I'm the Sandman Tote a hundred grand, cannon in the waistband Looking for a sweet lick? Well this is the wrong place, man 7-time felon, what I care about a case, man? I'm campaigning to bury the hate so say ya grace, man Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate Check my resume, nigga, my record's impeccable Anywhere in the A nigga how T.I.P. is highly respectable And in the M.I.A. nigga, I'm tryna keep it professional Cause all this tongue rustling finna have me snappin, I'm telling you From the bottom of the Duval, Cakalacky to New York And everybody showing me love, that's one to you all Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas My LA niggas [Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man [Verse 2] Call me trouble man, stayed in some trouble man Some niggas still hating on shawty, but they some suckers, man! Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show 'nuff respect, but still I love 'em, man Dig it, little pimping got the mind and the muscle Stay down on his grind, put the crown on the hustle Ayy, I could show you how to juggle anything and make it double Weed, blow, real estate, liquor store with no trouble Young Cassius Clay of my day, Marvin Gaye of my time Tryna stay alive, living how I say in my rhymes My cousin used to tell me, "Take this shit a day at a time" And told me Friday, died Sunday, Wednesday in the ground I still smile, 'cause somehow, I know he seeing me now And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd Ay, throw your lighters up for my cousin Toot Aaliyah, Left Eye, and Jam Master Jay [Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man [Verse 3] Grand Hustle man, more hustles than Hustle Man "But why the rubber band?" It representing the struggle man! My folk gonna trap until they come up with another plan Stack a couple grand to get theyself off they mama land Gangsters who been serving since you was doing the running man Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again That's why I'm young with the soul of an old man I'm shell-shocked, get shot, slow your roll, man Still ride around with the Glock on patrol, man I ain't robbing, I'm just looking for that dro, man For my niggas slanging blow, pimping hoes Rollin' vogues, 24s, let these other niggas know [Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man

Ignorant Shit

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[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Jay-Z] Ugh, ugh, yessir! Just the sound of his voice is a hit, hehe Y'all niggas got me really confused out there I make "Big Pimpin'" or "Give it 2 Me," one of those, y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st century I make some thought-provoking shit, y'all question whether he fallin' off I'ma really confuse y'all on this one Follow! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] When them tops come down, chicks' tops come down Like when them shots come out, make cops come around When them blocks come out, I can wake up a small town Finish off the block, then I make my mall rounds Stares get exchanged, then the fifth come out The tough guy disappear, then the bitch come out "That's him!"—I'm usually what they whisper 'bout Either what chick he with, or his chip amount 'Cause I been doin' this since CHiPs was out Watchin' Erik Estrada, baggin' up at the Ramada Table full of powder, A/C broke 'Bout to take another shower on my 25th Hour Spike Lees everywhere, game or the flight You might see me anywhere, a day in the life Only thing changed the tail number on the flight I can touch down and take off the same night I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me Trick, get off me, you can't get shit off me I'm so flossy, no sixes on Sprees Laid-back, Maybachs, don't even talk to me [Chorus: Jay-Z] This is that ignorant shit you like Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus ice, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you love Nigga, fuck, shit, maricón, puta, and drugs, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you need Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus weed, c'mon I'm only tryna give you what you want Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, you like it—don't front! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] They're all actors Lookin' at themselves in the mirror backwards Can't even face themselves Don't fear no rappers They're all weirdos, De Niros in practice So don't believe everything your earlobe captures It's mostly backwards Unless it happens to be as accurate as me And everything said in song, you happen to see Then, actually, believe half of what you see None of what you hear, even if it's spat by me And with that said, I will kill niggas dead Cut niggas short, give you wheels for legs I'm a K-I-double-L-E-R, see y'all in Hell Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa! This ain't B.R., no It's S.C., CEO, the next Lyor No, the next leader of the whole free world And the first thing I'ma do is free Sigel—go! [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Ugh, take off the cuffs, unlock the gate It's that ignorant nigga that you love to hate The '07 Ice Cube, B. Sig' so rude Tell a trick, get these nuts, eat dick like food Now see if I care if this verse get aired Even if you mute it, the curse is there, yeah I'm so raunchy, bitch, get off me Keep my flea collar on, you lil' ticks get off me [Verse 4: Jay-Z] I missed the part when it stopped bein' 'bout Imus What do my lyrics got to do with this shit? Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me Still that ain't to blame for all the shit that's happened to me Are you saying what I'm spittin' Is worse than these celebutantes showin' they kitten? You kiddin'? Let's stop the bullshittin' 'Til we all without sin, let's quit the pulpittin' Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me Still that ain't to blame for all the shit that's happened to me Let's stop the bullshittin' 'Til we all without sin, let's quit the pulpittin', c'mon [Chorus: Jay-Z] This is that ignorant shit you like Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus ice, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you love Nigga, fuck, shit, maricón, puta, and drugs, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you need Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus weed, c'mon I'm only tryna give you what you want Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, you like it—don't front! [Outro: Jay-Z] It's only entertainment! Hehehe

Real As It Gets

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

Why You Mad At Me?

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

Losin Weight

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

Bitches Aint Shit

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

Get Em Daddy

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

Evening News

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[Hook] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning? Sending the troops in the war so I turn it To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news [Verse 1] Welcome to the evening news I thank you all for tuning in Yes, I'm your host and your journalist It's Chamillionaire, so let the news begin Our helicopter's out in the streets Look at the screen and let's zoom it in Cause Cassius is live at the scene "Hey, Cassius, how are you, my friend?" Got no time for no interviews (Got no time for no interviews) No time to trip, don't be confused Cause this type of news: opinions and views Got no time for no interviews (Got no time for no interviews) You know I keep my ear to the streets So it's up to me to bring you the truth I saw a movie where George Bush Had a bearded man on his squad So much power from oil money That poor folks can't sit by him No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, been hidin' So long that them pictures all starting To look like him on them milk cartons Don Imus made comments That made everybody forget about him That's him, Anna Nicole Got pregnant and had kids by him Rest in peace to Virginia Tech Too many innocent kids dyin' "Well, let's just blame hip-hop And act like that's the big problem" Now I would give you news about Katrina But you know I can't talk about Katrina 'Cause every time I talk about Katrina They look at me like it's a misdemeanor Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss George Bush is playing golf, everybody hush, he's about to putt [Hook] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning? Sending the troops in the war so I turn it To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news [Verse 2] I know you take offense to certain words I've heard worse, but I wouldn't blame ya' They say he's a entertainer Don't worry about it, never mind Kramer The Crocodile Hunter got stung And the lion turned on the lion tamer We keep sending troops to Iraq I figure that we must like danger Little kids don't learn in school They go to school to go spray a gun If you a parent, then be a parent Get off the couch and go raise your son Kobe just broke another record Today's game he hit 81 Now they saying he's number 1 Yesterday they all hated him OJ was named innocent He got no sentence, he's still alive It's very ironic that the lawyer that defended him had to die Well, now my cue card says the price of gas isn't really high But I'm not going to read that, cause we all know that that's a lie [Hook] [Verse 3] We still haven't found Pac's killer Still haven't found Biggie's either Thirty minutes into the case They got tired and took a breather Snoop Dogg just got arrested Every day he get a new subpoena Innocent when murder was the case So the prosecution got a middle finger Hip-hop is sweeping the nation But the content seem so degrading Most rappers got new albums That white kids are anticipating If you don't like it on the radio Or the television then switch the station Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings Bill O'Reilly, somewhere, is hating Kanye just said WHAT? The president ain't got time for that The White House is going to stay white Even though we know that Obama's black 9/11 was a calculation And some would say it was a timed attack He gave a speech on CNN "They bombed us, now we're bombing back" Where the heck is Osama at? And I would love to talk about Katrina But every time I talk about Katrina They look at me like it's a misdemeanor Anyways there’s way more important stuff that we can discuss *NSYNC, Making the Band, and Milli Vanilli have broken up [Hook]

Dear Summer

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[Produced by Just Blaze] [Verse: Jay-Z] Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with Polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in A couple words and like Peaches & Herb We'll be reunited and it feels so hood Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?" Well I do this in my slumber, Summer I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers You know how I do, Summer I drop heat, when you bring the sun up The combo make niggas act up, I pick the gun up Niggas back up; they know I'm not no fronter I don't talk SHIT, I just flip it Un ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes I ain't making you the butt of my jokes But let's not stray from what I came to say To my beloved, think we need some time away They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage And fuck it, if it comes back, you know it's there to stay It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed From the public, who should've gave me the Pulitz' Instead gave me they ass to kiss But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share In all the success I received, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but they don't love me They like the drunk uncle in your family You know they lame, you feel ashamed But you love em the same It's like when niggas make subliminal records If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it You don't really want it with Hov, for the record I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next, kid Keep entering the danger zone You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon Say when, take ten paces and spin But on another note, 'bout to take another vacay On another boat, goddamn, a motherfucker wrote His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good But any day you know a nigga could Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me Niggas can't fuck with me I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up Non-Pulp Fiction, Colt four-fifth and Young niggas that blast for me, no religion [Interlude: Jay-Z] Listen here, Summer, baby I just believe it's the right thing to do I got a brand new bitch, Corporate America She showing me a lot of action right now And I know you put me on my feet and all, but I mean, it's time for me to grow You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go [Outro: Jay-Z] I'm done for now, so one for now Possibly forever, we had fun together But like all good things, we must come to an end Please show the same love to my friends Dear Summer

The Watcher 2

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

Get Money

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[Chorus: Lil' Kim (Biggie)] Fuck bitches, get money (What?) Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money (Uh, check it out, uh) [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sip Mo' on my livin' room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on titties sayin' "B.I.G.", now check it: You wanna be my main squeeze, baby Don'tcha? You want to give me what I need, baby Won'tcha picture life as my wife? Just think Full-length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say you'se the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" My Moschino hoe, my Versace hottie Come to find out you was fuckin' everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for trickin' Came out on bail, commence the ass-kickin' Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa don't hit me no more!" Disrespect my clique, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milk box material You feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck-a-bitch" shit, uhh [Chorus: Lil' Kim (Biggie, Lil' Kim)] Fuck bitches, get money (What? Ain't seen none of these girls) Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money (Uh) Fuck bitches, get money (Whoo, look at me) Fuck niggas, get money (Whoo, I told you niggas) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Niggas, better grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin' than the stick-up juxs Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga Don'tcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave? Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs, lick shots in the air You get vexed and start swinging everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got time for this So what, nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards sayin' "I apologize" Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me? But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherfuckers know [Chorus: Lil' Kim] Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money

Success

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

Forever

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[Chorus: Drake] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane [Verse 1: Drake] Last name Ever, first name Greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis In your city, faded off the brown, Nino She insist she got more class, we know Swimmin' in the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club, you know I balled, chemo Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd have thought a countrywide tour'd be the outcome? Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah, nigga, I'm about my business Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness If you ain't been a part of it, at least you got to witness, bitches [Chorus: Drake] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane [Verse 2: Kanye West] Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the buildin' Ain't no question who about to kill 'em I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came And went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gonna build statues for me Old money, Benjamin Button, "What?" nothin' Now it's super bad chicks givin' me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me, no you fuckin' wasn't Um, you're such a fuckin' loser He ain't even go to class, Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack? Chasin' the stardom will turn you to a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act They pull the cameras out and goddamn, he snap I used to want this thing forever, y'all can have it back [Chorus: Drake] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Okay, hello, it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, "To the top" Life is such a fuckin' roller coaster, then it drops But what should I scream for? This is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer I'm restin' in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover Shh, my foot's sleepin' on the gas No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh [Chorus: Drake] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane [Verse 4: Eminem] There they go, packin' stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa He can make them look like bozos He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, fuck no Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no He ain't had him a buzz like this Since the last time that he overdosed They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as befo' Bashin' in the brains of these hoes And establishin' a name as he goes The passion in the flame is ignited You can't put it out once we light it This shit is exactly what the fuck That I'm talkin' about when we riot You dealin' with a few true villains Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin' And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings Come flyin' up out of our mouths, now, rewind it Payback, motherfucker For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste? When I slap the taste outta your mouth With the bass so loud that it shakes the place I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face You ain't gonna have no face to save By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake [Chorus: Drake] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane

Get By Remix

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[Intro: Mos Def] History It's happening every day, y'all Right now Everyday (Live, right now) Right now Good morning, Vietnam! [Verse 1: Mos Def & Jay-Z] Listen! Brooklyn wins again It's the Stuy, it's the Bush, them niggas again Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S. Dot on the guest lock Kanye, you're the dopeman of hip-hop, now let's rock And roll out, niggas (Roll out), my hometown niggas (Ouu, ouu!) I get it good in your hood, so slow down, niggas Watch the speed, though, mind your pedal and ease off Or screech off into a collision course with these walls (BAM!) You don't move, don't pray, don't lose Don't sleep, life passing, light flashing, life happens That fast, part of done, Black hands up in prayer Black guns up in fear, dying wish is to touch the air Seekin' heaven that wasn't here Eyes will not see another year, it's another day It's the same fight, different round, sound the bell Mix it up in victory, you live it up, the beat'll get risen up You're knocked down, then get back and get it up Get off of Queer Street and get with us (Ha) And get clear where we did it, from the heart, from the people From the top, from the Jeep, from the gut, from the street From my soul to the mic to the essence So in my absence, you feel the presence—exactly I make contact—for short, I MC (Mos!) Me and mine we don't just get by, we get free (Nigga!) And that's ready [Verse 2: Jay-Z & Kanye West] Just to get by, nigga, I sold coke, nigga, I pushed lah Carried a four-five, claimed I was ready to die Promised never to cry, held it all inside Reality was too much to take, so I Kept my mind fried, slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes, then I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines, or blow up with rhymes ‘Cause this flow of mine is like blow up, but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster from what happens seeing your moms Doing five dollars worth of work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's (Yeah, yeah) I'd rather pull a MAC on you (Ugh, yeah) Sorry, Ms. Jackson, but I'm packin', bye! [Verse 3: Kanye West] Yeah! It's somethin' about that Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote If music get ya choked up, this is the tree and the rope This is Chi, nigga, I'm Mr. All-of-That Fuck a map, let's put this bitch on the almanac Dice, what they hittin' for, Lacs what you sittin' on Tracks who you spittin' on, rap 'til we get it on And don't let nobody with the power to sign Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme They used to tell me, "Toughen up, put some bass in your voice!" They used to tell me, "Lighten up, put some Mase in your voice!" Lord willin' I ain't killed nobody But I have a feelin' this album that I'm gonna make a killin' Or not a shilling, this is love-it-or-hate-it music But—at least we made it music And we didn't make it industry, this is gon' be interesting This'll be the end of me, or I'm finna be an entity Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli We are not makin' songs no more, we're makin' history [Hook: background singers + (Talib Kweli)] This morning I woke up Feelin brand new, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin' But I been thinkin' I got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye) (Just to get by, just to get by) (Just to get by), just to get get buh buh buh bye bye [Verse 4: Talib Kweli] We keep it gangsta, say 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy' Desensitized by the violence on the TV during the war Killin' each other is easy, its pourin' liquor for fallen niggas Believe me, it's ghetto libation, seen it all before Just to get by, my people, we get fly My people, we get high, fillin' cigars with the lah Nigga, come on! Even Jesus was stoned Before receivin' the throne I send a rest in peace to Nina Simone [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] Back in the days we was used to doin' the shit I can't call it all in the streets We was hustlin' fiends that asked for it I guess I was used to just standin' on corners Waitin' for paper bags with bundles of crack Hopin' the week was good, so I could get money back (To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by) When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength That made me angry and bleed With the frustration havin' me smokin' Newports and weed (To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by) Those be the times when I try to rely On my niggas and street mothafuckas And reach out to wifey, and then I place a call on my mother (To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by) *Ayo, Mom, pick up the phone, I gotta to talk to you, Ma* If you was five percent instead of actin' stupid and guessin' You had to go and study your lessons And know your math in the building in session [Hook: background singers + (Talib Kweli)] This morning I woke up Feelin brand new, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin' But I been thinkin' I got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye) [Outro: Talib Kweli] Some people try, some people try Just to get by, for my piece of the pie We love to eat and get high We deceive when we lie And we keepin' it fly – yo, yo, yo, yo, yo When people decice to keep a disguise Can't see your eyes, see the evil inside The best people you find Stronger people in mind I stay readin' the signs

Zealots

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[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 [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 niggas

Stan

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[Produced by DJ Mark the 45 King] [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 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 [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 [Outro] Damn…

Kill You

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[Produced by Dr. Dre & Mel-Man] [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 them vocal cords don't work in her throat no more? (Ahh) These motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playing 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're 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 [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 nothin' but a girl to me [Chorus] I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you (Ah, ha-ha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you [Verse 2] Bitch, I'ma kill you! 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 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 [Chorus] I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you (Ah, ha-ha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you [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 to outta school I don't even believe in breathing 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 nothin' 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 (Ah, ha-ha) I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why not?) 'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you [Outro] Ha-ha-ha, I'm just playin', ladies You know I love you

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[Produced by Lil Jon] [Intro: Usher & Lil Jon] Peace up, A-Town down Yeah, yeah! Okay, okay! Usher (Usher, Usher, Usher, Usher) Lil Jon Let's go! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Let's go! [Verse 1: Usher & Lil Jon] I was up in the club with my homies Tryna get a lil' V-I Keep it down on the low-key (Low-key) 'Cause you know how it feels (Hey!) I seen shoawty, she was checkin' up on me From the game she was spitting in my ear You would think that she know me (Know me) I decided to chill (Okay!) Conversation got heavy (Hey!) She had me feeling like she's ready to blow (Watch out!) Ohh! (Watch out) She's saying, "Come get me" (Come get me) So I got up and followed her to the floor She said, "Baby, let's go" When I told her (Let's go!), I said [Chorus: Usher & Lil Jon] (Yeah!) Yeah! Shawty got down low, she said, "come and get me" (Yeah!) Yeah! I got so caught up, I forgot she told me (Yeah!) Yeah! Her and my girl, they used to be the best of homies (Yeah!) Yeah! Next thing I knew, she was all up on me, screaming Yeah (Yeah!) yeah (Yeah!) yeah, yeah! Yeah (Yeah!) yeah (Yeah!) yeah, yeah! [Verse 2: Usher & Lil Jon] So she's all up in my head now, got me thinking That it might be a good idea to take her with me 'Cause she's ready to leave (Ready to leave now) (Let's go!) And I got to keep it real now 'Cause on a one to ten, she's a certified twenty But that just ain't me (Hey!) 'Cause I don't know, if I take that chance Just where's it gonna lead? But what I do know is the way she dance Make shorty alright with me The way she get low I'm like, yeah, just work that out for me She asks for one more dance, and I'm like, yeah How the hell am I supposed to leave? (Let's go, bring the beat back!) And I say [Chorus: Usher & Lil Jon] (Yeah!) Yeah! Shawty got down low, she said, "come and get me" (Yeah!) Yeah! I got so caught up, I forgot she told me (Yeah!) Yeah! Her and my girl, they used to be the best of homies (Yeah!) Yeah! Next thing I knew, she was all up on me, screaming Yeah (Yeah!) yeah (Yeah!) yeah, yeah! Yeah (Yeah!) yeah (Yeah!) yeah, yeah! (Hey! Hey! Luda!) [Verse 3: Ludacris & Lil Jon, Both] Watch out, my outfit's ridiculous In the club, looking so conspicuous And *"roar!"*, these women all on the prowl If you hold the head steady, I'ma milk the cow (Yeah!) And forget about game, I'ma spit the truth (What?) I won't stop 'til I get 'em in their birthday suit (Yeah!) So gimme the rhythm and it'll be off with their clothes Then bend over to the front, and touch your toes I left the Jag and I took the Rolls If they ain't cutting, then I put 'em on foot patrol (Let's go!) How you like me now? When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand Let's drink, you the one to please (Yeah!) Ludacris fill cups like double D's (Yeah!) Me and Ursh' once more, and we leaves 'em dead We want a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed, that say [Chorus: Usher & Lil Jon] (Yeah!) Yeah! Shawty got down low, she said, "come and get me" (Yeah!) Yeah! I got so caught up, I forgot she told me (Yeah!) Yeah! Her and my girl, they used to be the best of homies (Yeah!) Yeah! Next thing I knew, she was all up on me, screaming Yeah (Yeah!) yeah (Yeah!) yeah, yeah! Yeah (Yeah!) yeah (Yeah!) yeah, yeah! [Outro: Ludacris] Take that and rewind it back Lil Jon got the beat that make your booty go (Clap) Take that, rewind it back Ursher got the voice make your booty go (Clap) Take that, rewind it back Ludacris got the flow to make your booty go (Clap) Take that, rewind it back Lil Jon got the beat that make your booty go (Clap)

Im Goin In

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

Still Not a Player

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

The Calm

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

Put On Remix

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

Ugly Remix

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(Chorus - Timbaland) Beat Club Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em To the beat now, Timbaland, uh Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em To the beat now, Bubba Sparxxx, uh Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em To the beat now, Ms. Jade, uh Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the, oh (Verse 1 - Ms. Jade) I don't start shit, but I'm quick to finish Destroy, demolish, ruin, Ms. Jade abide the business I know y'all like who is this young Philly gunness Coming for everyone, Mrs. Jackson and both her sons The battles already won, I don't think ya'll understanding me I just pick 'em out randomly, abusing what they hand to me Use the gift that grinning me, humble so I don't damage me I do it for the money, but mainly it's for my family Niggas is not ready for what's about to happen Female captain, coming out jabbing Cocksucka sleeping that's exactly how it happens Get ugly drunk with Bubba out in Athens Right foot on the gas and left hand on the wheel Beat Club shut it down so niggas mad for real We doin' it any way, y'all rhymes is kiddie play Silly puddy, young buddy, we don't got friends dummy (Chorus - Timbaland) It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em It's gone get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em (Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx) Though I am country, don't get the wrong idea My ego's gettin bigger, with every song I hear Cause y'all been bullshittin, spittin that booty chatter Out here for two days and came with somethin that truly matters On goes the saga, of Bubba's plight She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight That's just my mood now, I hate it came to this How else can I say it I don't speak no other languages I'm fairly ripped now, so this the jimmy talkin You hear that beat don'tcha that's just Timmy talkin Go 'head throw dem bows, fuck it, break a bottle Let's be honest none of us will ever date a model So let's just cut it loose, ignore the repercussions If you scared, then just forget what we discussin This that new South, take a picture of me Cause I'm a fuckin legend, and this is gettin ugly (Chorus - Timbaland) It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em It's gone get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em (Verse 3 - Ms. Jade) I don't won't much, just what's do to me Ignore gibberish, babble, and talking stupidly Throwing second chances, it's kinda slim to none I'd like to see what y'all thinking after my verse is done I'm sorta different now, from my younger days My attitude is adjusted cause on the mic I blaze Oh how I just love it, when they get upset Get or, haul ass on, that's your best bet They say love and hate, it go hand and hand Ms. Jade, never worry bout the next man I gotta think the past, but the futures better Never catch me off, my game's always whatever I ain't selfish but, I won't my own money I ain't never been Joe, but I can make you love me Now you can melt of that ice, or you cloud pour out that bubbly Believe the words that I'm saying this shit is gonna get ugly (Chorus - Timbaland) It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em It's gone get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly It's gone get ugly Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em To the beat now Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em To the beat now Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em To the beat now Shock the monkey wit 'em, shock the monkey wit 'em

Aint Life Grand

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[Hook - Scar] Ain't life grand You're workin to the bone You're givin it, then it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand You're workin to the bone You're givin it, then it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah This is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit A hit's a hit though, but took I ain't forget this shit But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit But y'all gettin sick of banjos and fiddle shit I hit a lick with it, but now I'm feelin brand new It's time to reinvent again and win again So can you, put on that loop Split the blunt and food And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group We outlast and outclass these vagabonds Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton See my medicine, as an adolescent one was Black eyes and Babylon, shit that's what I'm proud I'm from And What I have become is a major fact that one They don't mention much, but trust they know that cracker's on Fuckin believable, believe it dude, please don't let me intrude Smoke the blunt and eat your food [Hook] [Break - Scar] You sit and wonder 'bout it You hope and wish you got it You try your best to hide it You'll have to keep from cryin (Ain't life grand) One day your on a high then Next day you wished you died Folks hate it when you're ballin They'd rather see you gone [Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx] This is me man I just bust, I don't adjust much To bust what this month left, I'm huff puff On the hush hush, they'll never touch us Dis-a-gust the national, that's putt putt I'm in the Butt Hut, fucked up some wet Uncut, untucked, tryin help me one up One OC 8, oh makes me a whole Entirely different type of a-hole Gotta proper bank roll, betty drop that thing slow Motherfuckin load the devil thing like it swoll Same way the Range Rove, same way the Chevrolets Same way the Cadillacs, how I do it everyday Bubba K'll never sway, born and bred in GA I love Troy but it never was no play It's like my fourhead stacks off a baby put it They find it stankin in Tennessee, here they wouldn't (find ya, ho) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] In conclusion Listen to me when I'm talkin to you young fella It's fittin to start rainin, hope you got an umbrella I'll probably never be a number one seller Might of been beige, but I never was yella And when I saw yella, I don't mean yella As in light skin, I just mean the type when The beef heighten, get to sprintin right then Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin Oh yeah, I will go there Cause I'm from nowhere and I really don't care If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear My hand across the face, when I put it on there I'm a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin it This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues You never did like me, but you had to pretend to Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew Then how he refueled, and with Big rebooed This whole fuckin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch) [Hook] [Break] [Outro - Scar] Ain't life grand ... Ain't life grand ... Ain't life grand

Claremont Lounge

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[Intro - Bubba Sparxxx] Haha, yeah It is I (it is I) I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that But beside this motherfucker right here This motherfuckin boo Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap Hey, what's happenin' Goddammit Get these pussies off me, will ya? I love it, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge) The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge) 'Cause I'll be right back (right back) and the money'll follow It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow I promise (promise), honest, every week let's do some other shit Liver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin shit I've got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check) Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B You bitch, you already know the remainin Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope) I got a cave bitch (white girl), she's a cheerleader (pom pom) I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here penis Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball He paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it off (ha) So I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact [Hook - Bubba Sparxxx] - 2X I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down It's goin down, right now it's goin down [Verse 2 - Killer Mike] Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues) In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho (Mooney) She got three kids and about four goals (four goals) She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was on Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in Bowen Homes (*laughing*) He was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones But fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lac Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay) High as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh) She a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man) Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?) Sent her ass to the country with the work and an Impala I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Cool Breeze] Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut) And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt (butt, ooooo) Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch) I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing I don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo) See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off [Hook]

On My Block

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

I Wish

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

My Neck My Back Lick It

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

Whats Beef?

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[Produced by Carlos "6 July" Broady and Nashiem Myrick] [Intro] The Commission: Uncle Paulie P. Diddy Cease-A-Leo Degenaro (Yeahhh) Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shady, Frankie Baby We here (Do you know what beef is?) We ain't goin' nowhere (Do you know what beef is?) Uh-uh (Ask yourself, do you know what beef is?) Uh-uh, uhh [Verse 1] Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein' Will reach the fuckin' ceiling (Check, check it) My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock Drop-top-notch, playa-hatin' gon' stop This instant, rappers too persistent Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste Like ass when you speak it, see me in the streets Your jewelry? You can keep it, that be our little secret See me (Uh), B that is, I that is, Gee-whiz Motherfuckers still in my biz (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids? (Uh) Fuck 'em in they ass, throw 'em over the bridge? (Ooh) That's how it is, my shit is laid out (What?) Fuck that "beef" shit, that shit is played out (Played out) Y'all got the gall, all I make is one phone call All y'all disappear by tomorrow All your guns is borrowed (Huh), I don't feel sorrow Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this [Chorus] What's beef? Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it [Verse 2] I done smoked with the best of 'em (Uh-huh) Shot at the rest of 'em (Uh-huh) Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of 'em Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be Wildin' on you, just be stylin' on you (You so crazy) And I tried to warn you, but your eyes fucked up Now I cleared them shits with hits You on the fuckin' bench (Mmm) Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak MCs (Don't stop) With the supreme baller-like lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em, G Y'all niggas sound like me (Yeah) Y'all was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me It ain't hard to find me Number one with the booyaka (Booyaka) Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no tellin' what I do to ya (I do to ya) It's obvious the game's new to ya (New to ya) Take them ends you make (Ehehe) And spend 'em on a tutor, hah, one shot, I'm through with ya [Chorus] What's beef? Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU (I see you), one more time What's beef? (What's beef) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (Thirty deep) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it (I see you) [Verse 3] There'll be nothin', there'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' (Sailin') When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin' (Bailin') All I got is heat and tough talk for you (Uh-huh) Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you (Oooh) Man, listen, straight torture Look what that slick shit bought ya A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher Watch me Set It Off like Vivica Here lies your demise, close your eyes (Uh-huh) Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten Pale blue hands get cold: your soul's risen It's bad 'cause I just begun What make the shit real bad, I was havin' fun (Ahaha!) [Chorus] What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time (I see you) What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep (30 deep) Beef is when I see you (I see you) Guaranteed to be in ICU, and I'm through [Outro] (Yeah, and I'm through) Uhhh, uhhh The life after (Now ask yourself, do you really, know what beef is?) Life after (Then ask yourself) Uhh (Do you really, want beef?) Life after... (Ahahaha! Yeah, I like that) (Big Nash, Hitmen baby, on and on and on and on) (Bad Boy) (Y'all know what it is) (Shit, I don't want no beef, ahaaa!)

Heart of the City Aint No Love

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

Captain Kirk

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

Average Cat

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

Dreams

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Now if I see it in my dreams Is it for real? Somebody tell me what it means Sometimes it ain't really what it seems Cause this could all really be a dream Is it a dream? Is it a dream? Am I living what I'm seeing in my sleep? Or is my imagination tripping off some weed? Is this all the shit I really need? In my dream, is this a dream? Will my dreams make it past here? Or will I always try to do better than last year? I'm not afraid of what the future brings But this a dream, a vivid dream, it's in my dreams I already see it in my dreams

Back in the Mudd Zone 4 Remix

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[Bubba Sparxxx] Bubba Sparxxx, get money Ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, still in the mud I said Bubba Sparxxx, that's right That's the problem with these suckers man Don't nobody wanna get in the mud Nobody wanna fight for this shit, they all too pretty New money [Sean Paul] Y'all niggas ain't no k-killers, y'all niggas hoes I'm a, I'm a keep it p-pimpin', y'all niggas know How I p-pull up in the lex, white wall some bows How I, how I stay sure, with this starch in my clothes I'm Sean Paul, yeah bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' star And every other week I buy a old-school car Oh, twenty, man that plenty but I still want more In a big-body ? on them twenty-four's [Rich Boy] Rich Boy, ? fool, ? Tight notes, slick this, bumpin' cadillac Take it to the cha-cha, got your damn top drop Two color flip-flop, tinted red Collipark There's hoes in the parking lot But I still got my Glock It's New Money, motherfucker, don't you see the big knot Don't you see the big tyres, don't you see the big rims Wonder who they hatin' on, think that baby this him [New Money] Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty Y'all niggas ain't no killers y'all niggas some hoes Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty [Pastor Troy] Yeah, P. Troy representin' with Bubba (oh my God) Just wakin' up from a hangover, come on, yeah Brother hittin' me on the phone, I roll over, come on Hair still spinnin' cause I balled last night, yeah Rim still spinnin' and the lac alright, yeah G-A, B-O-Y-Z, aha Smooth operator, operate directly Bet he didn't see me and mine coming Ain't no motherfuckin' ?, who ya motherfuckin' ?, come on You say that crunk is for halloween, aha As I shove my rounds in my magazine, huh, magazine King, yeah you king me out for real, yeah S-A-N-K ship I rip the mic, I rip the stage But I don't rip nothing until I'm paid To be like P-T, many try I leave them boys totin' the cross, oh my [New Money] Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty Y'all niggas ain't no killers y'all niggas some hoes Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty Y'all niggas ain't no killers y'all niggas some hoes [Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah, you just a flea dude I'm such a G, dude I'm everythang, with talent you could be dude Look at me dude, I fuck with these dudes P-T cruiser, Young G Rock, Polo to D dude He brought the beat through, and I just shat on it Now I'm fin' to build a wall to put another plaque on it Don't gong it, cause I keep relentlessly spittin' that shit you into me Cause I'm pigmented differently Plus behind Tim on twenty-three's Wow, just call me Bubba the beautiful I'm the boss around this office, you a scrubbin' the cubicle This ain't nothing illusional, boy, they token the tags But since they all wanna hate, I give them all the ? You know what we after, the cabbage and long somes The true county Georgia baby, that's where they come from And y'all little dumb-dumbs is skatin' on thin ice Love to creates it but it's hatred, it is life [Bubba Sparxxx] Oh my God I say we still off in the mud man Oh my God, uh, Zone 4 I say we still off in the mud man [Bubba Sparxxx] Bubba Sparxxx, in here G Rock, in here Sean Paul, in here Pastor Troy, oh, and Rich Boy Ha, you know what it is, in here, uh

As the Rim Spins

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Yep, yeah Yep, yeah Yep, yeah Oh [Verse 1] I'm on, I'm grown, I'm so in my zone You ain't gotta tell me, I know this my home Throw me my phone, let me call up anybody Who don't know about it and tell 'em I am him Pale and not so slim But I shine bright even when it's dark and grim She marched on in but she far from a saint Knowin you's pretendin that you are what you ain't Cause your startin to taint what once was pure Irregardless I must endure Cause what's for sure, is that I am blessed Just give me what I'm owed and I might get rest See slight success, only brings more hunger But don't you mistake lightning for thunder Cause thunder just rumbles, lightning strikes Like men of great faith, then white's hype [Hook] Why your rims spin, spinnin I ain't slept ten minutes No shut eye 'til this is Right, yeah, is finished I came for that big spinach And I can't get it, with image So all I can do is spit vintage Again and again and again [Verse 2] Just draw the play up and run it Vision, something that's great, I've become it I played it and won it and profited it from it A wonderful life and with honor I've done it But you gotta confront it, it's permanent shorty Feel the flames is burnin you softly Yes these lames is certaintly salty That's how I know that the birds is off me All I really ever wanted in my whole life Was to stay the whole night, in the morning no flight To have my own wife, instead of havin to borrow Johnny's in Philly and Chad's in Toronto I ask for a lot though, thus I accept it I'm gonna die lonely, big money's my homey So Betty why don't we proceed to the suite My pet snake skeet, so eager to meet (yeah) [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm special, especially when these lames is next to me Every check I see, bring the flex outta me Girl I'll pay for your love, and the sex I'll free Okay, don't play, you gon' stay, then stay But if you afraid of livin, then you ain't really wit it Then please be on your way, with no delay They say only the strong survive And it seems that you gotta do wrong to thrive But the truth ain't dead, I'm so alive You don't want me to shine, then close your eyes [Hook] - 2X

Got Your Money

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

Let Me Ride

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

This Is the Carter

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[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] Okay, um, finally perfect, you know? (This, this, this, this, this) Y'all already know what it is, and if you don't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (This, this, this, this, this) Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Brim low, all I can see is the floor, come on!) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Well I got it, don't worry, I got it, I got it, aye) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Who am I? Young Wizzle, for shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals Uh, my charm Starburst, my watch Skittles I'm hot sizzle, "what up, hot bizzle?" Holla at a player, I'm sorta like BD Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the coupe, mami pop her, too Don't chase the feeling, baby girl, let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl, now she comfortable I'm a world-class G, mami, fuck with dude I got La-Z-Boy bank: that's comfort loot I'm a offensive coordinator: run and shoot You watch your grill, what you ought to do 'Fore your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving, dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter, dude What up, Reel? Come on [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!) Because this is the Carter (Yeah!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Come on) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Lean, I'm flyer than a motherfucking pelican right now) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Don't get this shit twisted, motherfucker) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'm the Birdman, Birdman Jr., bitch I be high in the sky, shit on you and your bitch I be flyer than your guy, you need to lose the prick Now if you follow everything, just grab a wing and we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar, picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls, then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong, I ain't right at all I Young Money a car, I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own clique I would say "fuck you," but go and get your own dick Get your game up, boy, hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get your game up, boy, hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yeah! [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Colder than the motherfucking North Pole, nigga) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (And I'm slicker than the shit I told your bitch last night) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] And y'all better blame Baby 'Cause he's the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy? And y'all ask why I never left the Navy 'Cause he's the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy? Young, Young, Young Wizzle, baby Give you your issue, Nina wanna kiss you No, no, no, me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller-blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss every day because I could, bitch So holla at your boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like, what's really good with your mom or your little boy? And your sister looking good, shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle Weezle 1-7 Hollygrove, never, ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, people [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter ('Bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker, fuck you!) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet, Baby, run it over) Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (That's private) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!) Because this is the Carter (Don't get it twisted), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Nigga, my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshitting, what's good?) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Squad! My hoes got hoes, for real) [Outro: Lil Wayne] You're murkin' 'em! Uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah Murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah Murderin' 'em, yeah, yeah, Mannie Fresh, yeah Murkin' 'em, yeah, yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this

Hurt Me Soul

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[Intro] Astaghfirullah, yeah! Yeah, this one right here, ha I dedicate this one right here To everybody out there… Ya dig? Check it out [Verse 1] Now I ain't trying to be the greatest— I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women degraded But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it A hypocrite, I stated, though I only recited half Omitting the word "bitch"– cursing, I wouldn't say it Me and Dog couldn't relate, till a bitch I dated Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike But I learned it from a song I heard and sort of liked Yeah, further, ice and glamorized drug dealing was appealing But the block club kept it from in front of our building Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building blocks For children with leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots Coupled with compositions from Pac Nas' It Was Written, intermixed with my realities and feelings Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom, and artistic vision I began to jot, tap the world, and listen It dropped [Hook 1] My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me I have sex for money, the hood don't love me The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me And I got no place to go They bomb my village, they call us killers Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me And it hurts me soul [Verse 2] I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott 'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti I'm thinking "Golly, God guard me from the ungodly" But by my 30th watching of Streets is Watching I was back to giving props again, and that was bothering 'Bout as uncomfortable as an untouchable touching you The theme songs that niggas hustle to seemed wrong But these songs was coming true And it was all becoming cool I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into And thought; what constitutes a prostitute Is the pursuit of profit, then they drop it The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it It seems I was seeing the same scene adopted Prevalent in different things With the witnesses indifferent to stop it They said "Don't knock it, mind your business" His business isn't mine and that nigga pimping, got it [Hook 2] They took my daughter, we ain't got no water I can't get hired, their cross on fire We all got suspended, I just got sentenced So I got no place to go They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader My father ain't seen me Turn off my TV 'cause it hurts me soul [Verse 3] So through the Grim Reaper sickle-sharpening Macintosh marketing, oil field auguring Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom Precise, yeah, laser-guided targeting Oil for food bartering, terrorist organization harboring Sand-camouflaged army men CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone monitoring Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress honoring String theory pondering, bulimic vomiting Catholic Priest fondling, preemptive bombing And Osama and Obama and them They breaking in my car again Deforestation and overlogging, and Hennessy and Hypnotiq swallowing Hydroponic coughing, and All the world's ills Sitting on chrome 24-inch wheels Like that [Hook 3] They say I'm infected, this is why I inject it I had it aborted, we got deported My laptop got spyware, they say that I can't lie here But I got no place to go I can't stop eating, my best friend's leaving My pastor touched me, I love this country I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me 'Cause it hurts me soul [Outro] It hurts me soul It hurts me soul Hurts me soul

Ride wit Me

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

Gin and Juice

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

21 Questions

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[Intro: 50 Cent] New York City You are now rockin' With 50 Cent You gotta love it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I just wanna chill and twist the lah Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy, shorty, I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need, and I Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap ‘cause I flip burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me? In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that (Like that) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad ‘cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? ‘Cause if so, girl, you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans If I was down, would you say things to make me smile? I'll treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, I'll do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style, I say anything to make you smile [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Outro: Nate Dogg] Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us

Roc Boys And the Winner Is...

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

Rhinestone Cowboy

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[Produced by Madlib] [Intro: Sample] "Great stuff" "Yeah, this is— this is good" "Great stuff" "Ahh, Oh yeah" *Applause* [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome O's in tandem, anthem, random tantrum Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry, ask the dumb hottie Masked, pump-shotty—somebody stop me Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy After rockin' parties, he departed in a jalopy Watch the droptop papi Known as the grimy limey, slimy— try me blimey! Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree We rock the house like rock 'n roll Got more soul than a sock with a hole Set the stage with a goal To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole Overthrow 'em like throwing Rover a biscuit A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic Let go his dick if that's the case Rats, what a waste, there's more cats to chase— Dogs, he got it like new powers Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club Had your fam saying, "Please make me a dub" Well, since you ask kindly Where he been behind the mask, who can't find me? You're blind, in the wine zone, leave your mind blown When he shine with the 9, he's a rhinestone... Cowboy [Interlude: MF DOOM] [Applause] No, no, no, no enough [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Goony goo-goo, loony cuckoo Like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue, but who knew The mask had a loose screw? Hell, could hardly tell Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell It speaks well of the hyper base Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace Couldn't wait for the snipes to place At least a tracklist in bold print typeface Stopped for a year Come back with thumbtacks, pop full of beer We're hip hop sharecroppers Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers He's in it for the quiche You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche? Oh, my aching hands From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands Villain—his smile stuns ya chick While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks You heard it on the radio, tape it Play it in your stereo, your crew'll go apeshit Raw lyrics—he smells 'em like a hunch The same intuition that tells him "spike the punch" Curses, he's truly the worsest With enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask He said you bet your sweet ass It's made of fine chrome alloy Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy [Interlude] [Applause] [Outro] Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come The villains [Applause]

Takeover

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

The Rulers Back

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

Gimme the Loot

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

2009 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3

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[Intro: Mos Def] Peace, welcome to this cypher. Black Dante, Black Thought, Eminem. We in Brooklyn, I gotta do this for Brooklyn. Listen, real quick, yo [Verse 1: Mos Def] For sinners, saints and scramblers And gamblers, and dirty money handlers Dignitaries and champions, narcotic traffickers Talented number runners and racketeers Stars of stage, page and cameras Slang swingers and swaggerers Double barrels and Derringers, automatics and miracles Europe, Asia and Africa, all the time in America Atlantic, Ashland, Albemarle to Albany Bridge into Baltic, Bedford Ave., Bergen Street Clinton to Cadman, Church Ave. to Clarendon Road to Central Avenue, Cooper House, Cypress And live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest High flyingest pilot bombardier from Pyrrhus Stationed live and direct, Medina mastermind set Ya can't lock my set, now lock off, cool Peace to the nation of the Gods and the Earths And the Sun, Moon and Stars, furthermore born knowledge Go hard [Verse 2: Black Thought] Uh, yeah, yeah, check it out, remix Risin' up out of the flames like a phoenix Strainin' to carry the weight of my brain like a genius Knowin' I'm sowin' seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest If I said it I mean it, and did it because I need it Eat, sleep it, and bleed it, write it down and then read it Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk is deleted Blastoff, I lay 'em out like a Tempurpedic Black Thought, I told you I'ma win eventually This unsung, underrated, underappreciated The one them underachievers had underestimated Finally graduated from somethin' that's so hated To one of the most sacred, nobody gon' take it, face it I keep doin' it well, doin' it sans assistance Is do it yourself, doin' it below the radar We doin' it stealth, doin' it again For Illadelph and who else, but check it out Y'all see him on a job, see my eyes focused where the prize be I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney The difference is I give it everythin' inside me Dear Diary, my fans still swear by me Even though I'm late night now like here's Johnny Swimmin' with them great whites now is how to find me Funny how it break right down, but never mind me I'm forever grimy, guess it's just Philly shinin' Rock rolla, bi-polar like Phyllis Hyman [Verse 3: Eminem] Like a dope fiend opening up a bottle of dopamine You're just hoping he don’t get rope for your throat to choke anything Oh, and just think how dope he could be if he smoked anything Oh, there goes the bell, the sound of the opening ding I hit you as hard as barbiturates in the ribs With a switch and stitch you at the same time before you can flinch to it My **** is so big, if I add another inch to it You would swear when I ***** you that you was actually into it I'm not a baller, but you can bet your fuckin' bottom dollar That I remember when I was without a dollar bill in my wallet Now, watch me kill a koala while I maul a chihuahua Bum a pill off of Paula like, "Let me holler at you, mama" It's like I'm off the bombom when I bring the ******' drama Used to bomb ya like Saddam, but now that I'm a little calmer I'm a ******' cross between Osama, Dahmer, Obama And Dalai Lama Tell Miley I'm a knight in shinin' armor Mail a gift to Taylor Swift's trailer a picture of my genitalia With a note sayin', "*****, I can't wait to **** ya" Drug paraphernalia, beware, the werewolf will kill ya That's him in his sheep's clothes, he just shaved his hair off, Cecilia

D.O.A.

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

Brooklyns Finest

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[Produced by Clark Kent] [Intro: Pain In Da Ass & Clark Kent] *gunshots* OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! *gunshots* Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure) [Verse 1: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G, Both] Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh) And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that with ya [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Jay-Z] Hit ya, back split ya (uh) Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh) Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo) Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm) Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (haha) Most hated [Verse 3: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G] Can't fade it (uh, what?) While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly (uh-huh) Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (uh) But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him "What's ya name?" [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (uh) Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet Tryin' to push 700s, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick WHO? Motherfucker! [Chorus: Clark Kent] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all (Marcy...) That's right, you don't stop (Bed-Stuy...) You won't stop (nigga!) [Verse 5: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G] What, what, what? Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit your drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV (Jigga) Jay-Z [Verse 6: The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie baby! (uh!) My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh) Gram choppin', police van dockin' Ds at my doors knockin' (what?) [Verse 7: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G, Both] Keep rockin', yeah No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit The fuck back with the pistols blazin' Hot like Cajun (uh) Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn With New York plates outside Get up out of there! Fuck the ride! [Verse 8: The Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z] Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh!) Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White! Need the keys to your InnKeeper (That's right) Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy You ain't harmin' me, so pardon me Pass the safe, before I blaze the place And here's six shots just in case ("Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...") [Chorus: Clark Kent] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Crown Heights...) You don't stop (Brownsville...) You won't stop (nigga!) ("Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...") (Hah hah!) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Bushwick...) You don't stop (Fort Greene...) You won't stop (Niggas!) [Verse 9: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G] Yeah, yeah, yeah For '9-6, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white her-on Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms (um!) Stay out my way from here on (Clear?) Gone! (uh!) [Verse 10: The Notorious B.I.G. & Both] Me and Gutta had two spots The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops (uh-huh) Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' Too Hot If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh!) Get it? Tu... Pac's? [Verse 11: Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G., & Both] Uhh, uhh, uhh Time to separate the pros from the cons (and-uh) The platinum from the bronze That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (uh) A S1 diamond from a I class don A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?! Brook-Nam, sippin' on [Verse 12: The Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z] Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (uh!) The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans (uh!) Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica I'm warnin' ya (Hah, what the fuck?) [Chorus: Clark Kent] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (Flatbush...) You don't stop (Red Hook...) That's right, you won't stop (nigga!) ("Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...") Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all (East New York...) You don't stop (Woo-ee!) (Clinton Hill...) You won't stop (nigga!) ("Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...") "Is Brooklyn in the house?" [Outro: Clark Kent] Uhh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A Supermen clique Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this Representing BK to the fullest

Still D.R.E.

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[Produced by Dr. Dre, Scott Storch and Mel-Man] [Intro: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Yeah, nigga, we're still fuckin' wit' you Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. '99, nigga, guess who's back Still, still doin' that shit, huh, Dre? Oh for sho' Yeah Check me out [Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? Nigga, my last album was The Chronic (Nigga) They wanna know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it (If you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still puffin' my leaves, still fuck with the beats Still not lovin' police (Huh-uh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (For sho') Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life) Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang Since I left ain't too much changed, still [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doin' 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali weed: I smoke 'til I'm 'sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru I'm still at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (Still) D.R.E. [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] It ain't nothin' but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're coolin' on the corner wit' your fly bitch (Biatch) Laidback in the shack, play this track I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king, but the ace is back (So if you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre be the name (What?), still runnin' the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard (Nah, nah) Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars (Hey, hey) Still gon' get mine regardless (Still) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (& Dr. Dre)] I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass 9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs Smoke some wit' your Dogg No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Ooh wee! Put it in the air! Well, you's a fool, D-R Ha-ha

Bed Intruder Song

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[Chorus] He's climbin' in your windows He's snatchin' your people up Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife And hide your husband 'Cause they're raping everybody out here You don't have to come and confess We're lookin' for you We gon' find you, we gon' find you So you can run and tell that, run and tell that Run and tell that, homeboy Home, home, homeboy [Verse 1] We got your T-shirt You done left fingerprints and all You are so dumb You are really dumb, for real You are really, really, really, really so dumb I was attacked by some idiot in the projects So dumb, so dumb, so dumb, so [Chorus] He's climbin' in your windows He's snatchin' your people up Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife And hide your husband 'Cause they're raping everybody out here You don't have to come and confess We're lookin' for you We gon' find you, we gon' find you So you can run and tell that, run and tell that Run and tell that, homeboy Home, home, homeboy [Verse 2] About 5'9", 5'10" Coffee complexion, low cut like a Caesar With some little waves in his head Clean cut, very smooth face Seein' my sister when I walked in He had his hands around her neck First thing was to pull him off of her And that's what I did (Ayy) [Chorus] He's climbin' in your windows He's snatchin' your people up Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife And hide your husband 'Cause they're raping everybody out here You don't have to come and confess We're lookin' for you We gon' find you, we gon' find you So you can run and tell that, run and tell that Run and tell that, homeboy Home, home, homeboy [Verse 3] Well, obviously, we have a rapist in Lincoln Park Are you serious, my boy? I got your T-shirt, I got your scent I know what shoe size you wear, my boy So you can run and hide But we're gonna find you, find you [Chorus] He's climbin' in your windows He's snatchin' your people up Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife And hide your husband 'Cause they're raping everybody out here You don't have to come and confess We're lookin' for you We gon' find you, we gon' find you So you can run and tell that, run and tell that Run and tell that, homeboy Home, home, homeboy [Chorus] He's climbin' in your windows He's snatchin' your people up Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife Hide your kids, hide your wife And hide your husband 'Cause they're raping everybody out here You don't have to come and confess We're lookin' for you We gon' find you, we gon' find you So you can run and tell that, run and tell that Run and tell that, homeboy Home, home, homeboy [Outro] Our family, we don't run around cryin' and acting sad We just dust our shoulders off and keep on movin'

Hard Knock Life Ghetto Anthem

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

Swagga Like Us

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[Intro: M.I.A.] No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us [Chorus: M.I.A.] No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us [Verse 1: Kanye West] Mr. West is in the buildin' Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion Ayo I know I got it first I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the Pilgrims Thanksgiving, do we even got a question? Hermès, Pastelle, I pass the dressin' My attitude is tattooed, that mean it's permanent So I guess we should address it, huh? My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it "Why you so mad for? Why you gotta have it?" 'Cause I slaved my whole life, now I'm the master Naaaaa-na-naaaaa How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine Naaaaa-na-naaaaa Tryin' to get that Kobe number, one over Jordan [Chorus: M.I.A.] No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us [Verse 2: JAY-Z] (No one on the corner…) Got a bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans, 'cause my knots don't fit No one on the corner got a pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans, 'cause my knots so thick You can learn how to dress just by checkin' my fresh Checkin' checkin' my fresh, checkin' checkin' my fresh Follow my steps is the road to success Where the niggas know you're thorough when the girls say yes (Yes…) But I can't teach you my swag You can pay for school, but you can't buy class School of hard knocks, I'm a grad And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap It's Hooooovaaaa Dippin' different Rovers, whippin' with the soda Hooooovaaaa Did you even have any doubt? After Doubt it was over [Chorus: M.I.A.] No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] No one on the corner has swagger like moi Church, but I'm too clean for the choir I require what I desire I got stripes, Adidas Mami scream "¡Papí, no más!" Run up in your shit, just me, no más Runnin' this shit like I got four thighs No one has swagger like these four guys Now when it comes to styles, I got several Sharper than the swag or dagger all metal And my jewels blue and yellow The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo Rules as follows: stay true to the ghetto Write your name on the bullet, make you feel special Ha! What the fuck you boys talkin' 'bout? I know it's us, 'cause we the only thing to talk about [Chorus: M.I.A., Lil Wayne & T.I.] No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (And I'm gone) No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (Wow!) No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (Yeah) No one on the corner has swagger like us (Ha! Ya think) Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (That's right!) [Verse 4: T.I.] Aye, you can go see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play Kanyeezy for diversity, and me for controversy All my verses picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose You ain't livin' what you kickin', then you worthless Lookin' from the surface It may seem like I got reason to be nervous Then observe my work to see that my adversity was worth it Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical Last thing I'm worried about is what another rapper do Ain't nobody hot as me Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstandin' quality Sell a lot of records, I'll respect it and salute that But spittin' real life on hot beats I'm the truth at You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary Livin' revolutionary, nothin' less than legendary Gangsta shit, hereditary, got it from my dad Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag [Chorus: M.I.A., T.I.] No one on the corner has swagger like us (Okay) Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (Yeah, That's right) No one on the corner has swagger like us (Okay) Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (Yeah, so you notice, huh?) No one on the corner has swagger like us (Ha! Yeah!) Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (Okay, tell'em for me shawty) No one on the corner has swagger like us (Yeah, that's right) Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (Yeah!) [Outro: M.I.A.] No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us

We Takin Over

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

Dr. Carter

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

Protect Ya Neck

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

Boomerang

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

Georgia... Bush / Weezyz Ambitionz

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

Venus vs. Mars

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

Onion Head

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[Intro: Sean Price] Yeah! (P!) You fuckin' onion head bastards! (Motherfucker!) Sean P! (P!) Let's go! (Motherfucker! Huh?!) Stupid motherfuckers! Let's rhyme nigga! (Brownsville!) Teach y'all niggas how to rhyme! Yeah, Felonious Munk! (P!) Let's go! Yo, ayo! [Verse 1: Sean Price] Bitch harm me, the Swiss army knife in my hand Know this shit corny, but it can end the life of ya' fam Niggas know Sean nice with the hands Watch me punch up your face, dig in your pockets, leave you right where you stand Got a... dime bitch that live in Japan Black belt, suck dick, chop bricks with her hand Arigato, Sean Price slick like El Gato Three piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cute Might... smack off half your smile Go to court with a suit, smack the other half after trial Plead the fifth, y'all niggas better plead the eighth Don't leave your face fucked up, now your niece is raped I'm buggin', E pills, mushrooms, and dust Got that nigga Sean P in the mood to bust Sean P, the motherfucking all-time great New York to NC nigga, the all-rhyme state [Hook: Tek & Sean Price] From, coast to coast, he traveled the land Left footprints in grains of sand It's... Sean P! He showed you the force the magnum deliver In his presence, phony rappers'll shiver It's... Sean P! At 6'1", weighin' an even 200 Lord help you if he double stacked up and blunted It's... Sean P! Underrated, best in the game Allow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya' name Sean P! [Verse 2: Sean Price] Motherfuckers ain't as nice as me, and if they is, they woulda been Sean That's fucked up for you, you shoulda been on Grabbin' the gin, drunk rappers need to grab up a pen Write some ill shit nigga, then let the madness begin Rhymin' for 'do, no money pa, rhymin' for dough No partners, just P, highlightin' the show Niggas said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreads But I'm the nicest nigga out duke, fuck what you said Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone So when I punch you in the head, the shit'll dent up your dome Niggas runnin' up, askin' 'bout Rock I'll send yo' ass to heaven, Motherfucker ask God about 'Pac Ask about B.I.G., motherfucker ask about Pun Gangsta rappers can't fight, so they rap about guns (One, one, one...) [Hook: Tek & Sean Price] From, coast to coast, he traveled the land Left footprints in grains of sand It's... Sean P! He showed you the force the magnum deliver In his presence, phony rappers'll shiver It's... Sean P! At 6'1", weighin' an even 200 Lord help you if he double stacked up and blunted It's Sean P! Underrated, best in the game Allow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya' name Sean P! [Outro: Tek, Sean Price, & *sample*] It's... Sean P! It's... Sean P! Even 200 "All together now" Stacked up and blunted It's Sean P! Best in the game

Big Poppa

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

Bubble Music

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

We Make Change

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

Ebonics

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

Dead Presidents II

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

Living A Lie

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

Smoke and Get High

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

Role Model

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

Where Im From

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

Chinese New Year

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

Aint No Fun If the Homies Cant Have None

rap

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