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Regulate

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

Onslaught

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[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] You dealin with a four-headed monster Y'all are John McCain, you can't lift your arms up These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja He a prophet, predict shit The year 2029 is gon' be the apocalypse caused by the Apophis - me I got it lock and key Tell the labels we 'bout to go on a shoppin' spree And if y'all don't wanna sign us, you corny Tell your hoes swallow two of these nuts and call us in the mornin' We the answer, to the dance floor please You gotta fuck us all bitch, you can't Or-tease Budden, Crooked, Nickel, damn whore please We up in this bitch like trans or see We the Voltron crew, it's whatever your folks wan' do We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2 I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine Jay-Z's headache, touchin' what the lead ain't Motherfuck your feelings, you don't know with what you're dealin' Tryin to "ketchup", you mustard spillin' I'm amongst hustlers killin' Money stacks touch the ceiling, what a fuckin' feelin' You will never feel, you will never sell You can't see me, feel me, they should use my knuckles instead of Braille I walk with the toast - feelin like How the fuck is talk is cheap? Talk is what's gon' cost you the most I'm the one really yo I'm the gun spark like Omilio, you a J-Hood done video That ain't a diss so please don't diss me The mag' barrel longer than the G's on 50 I tell a bitch click your heels twice and ease on with me This is the life... we gone [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] I ain't with the leanin' and rockin' That ain't even seen as a option, nigga as a teen I was mobbin' Stick him up, if it's in his jeans then I'm robbin Mayne, walk around like the thing get to cockin' (what?) But I ain't even tryna be seen when it's poppin' You ain't seen hoppin 'til you seen with a rocket Pull up, lookin' real clean in the drop and (nigga) I ain't hit the bing or a cot since Dog, tell your whole team ya cannot win 'Til they make some type of vaccine, I'm a problem I don't sleep on a soul, got that wrong (nigga) Even Ben Vereen can get tapped on Clapped on, mashed on, like M.O My M.O. is Rambo, ammo Got money now so there's marble on the handle On wax so let's beef with no candles Dismantled, click, bam! Got some shit your man won't with-stand (nigga!) I make the hood like V.I.P Now you can't even get in without a wrist-band I'm just, bland Learn when you walk with your head too high is when shit hits the fan Damn, Grant Hamblin, grand tamperin' In two bars I'll send your mans scramblin' Now how it feel to throw punches and can't land 'em? Or be powerless while you can't stand 'em And treat Comp like Richard Simmons Behind closed doors the boy gon' manhandle him Get out-paced 'til you out the race If you worried about your face, about face (nigga!) Cause, if you ain't all about your papes Then nigga you a transgender, all outta place [Verse 3 - Crooked I] When I face off, picture a thug missin' his mug Any particular stick in the mud could get hit with a Scud missile 'til he's, drippin' ridiculous blood If you, rather stick to the fists and the gloves Then you, gettin' hit on, more than the prettiest bitch in the club Nigga I'm itchin to bug! Itchi'n like a syphilis dick, itchin' like the skin of a bitch Addicted to drugs, just to hit you with slugs I did it because I wanted to! Shoot you in back of your head right in front of you That's what the gun'll do All I do is son ol' niggas on the W All I do is make all newcomers come anew I ain't lyin', sir You ain't gotta watch Tim Duncan jump to see a flyin Spur Bentley boy, no it's not "H to the Izzo" But I push buttons like Jay shoulda did Joe People's choice, the voice of my time With Royce Da 5'9", we boys and night shine I let Joell poison my mind Grab a silencer and kill y'all noise with my 9 As Spalding balls'll get tossed in the hoop Pierce from Boston explains how often I shoot I'm a Molotov crossed with a nuke See I swallow liquor bottles 'til they hollow then I crawl in the booth I'm the truth, polygraph Crooked You prolly have a cardiac heart attack when I autograph bullets Mo' caskets - put so much bread on your head When my gunners are done, man they owe taxes Bow-legged, knock-kneed, one irregular shoe And you supposed to be steppin' to who? Tell 'em All Crooked came for war The best ever on the West unless your last name's Shakur [Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz] Just be easy buddy, relax Please don't have me bloody my axe Or revvin' my chainsaw to sever your brain off With no concentration I'm better than Adolf Never been laid off, forever put in work As beats and skeets I fucked every bitch that said I was a jerk Heh, it's like you cuter when you word maneuver Got every dot-com in my palm and I don't know how to work computers Yeah it's true, Slaughterhouse, I know you heard the rumors That's new but '02 e'ry verse was ruder Than you worthless losers So we formed a four alien alliance, just dyin' to earth intruders E'rybody's a president, bunch of Herbert Hoovers If what I said had legs it could burn a cougar Speakin' of burn, I'm hip-hop sixty shots of Henny on the rocks You're eggnog with a squirt of Kahlua Can't lie, it's mad fun bein' zoned My flow is straight, yours slant like Gumby's dome Lotta guys don't want me on But as long as I get in a spot with my fists, my gun be home I will beat you dudes like you stole from moms In an audience at shows I just fold my arms I'm so disappointed in you new rap guys I'm like no! C'mon, how'd he do that? Why? Oh, no, he diggity do that doe "I'm MC so-and-so, where's my ringtone dough?" See that ain't gon' cut it long as I'm around That goes for every person, place or thing that describes a noun It's J-O-E-double what I never take Whoever feel they could give me my first one then set a date I'll Be There like a young Mike Jack' Hip-Hop prayed and God gave Pun right back

What More Can I Say

rap

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

Leave Me Alone Pt. 2

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

Lose Yourself

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

Kinda Like a Big Deal

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

Popular Demand Popeyes

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

I Told Yall

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[Intro: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne] Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all (Hahahahaha!) I told y’all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!) I told y’all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!) I told y’all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Young Mula, baby) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh, I usually don't do this!) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— But we gon' keep the party going! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I—I—I—I—I—I wake a nigga up in his bed when he sleep Tie the nigga up from his head to his feet Then I light the nigga up from his head to his feet Put his body in the water and his head on the beach Light another blunt 'cause it save me the grief I don't give a fuck, I was made for the beef I don't give a fuck, I'm straight from the streets But I'm crooked as a bitch, bitch, wave to the thief Lie to the bad guy, "Hi" to the good dope Ride with the bad guy, try and you get smoked Lie and you get smoked, lie for a nigga, though Try for a nigga, though, die for a nigga, though Why would a nigga go to New Orleans? This is Katrinaland The President flew over, and he ain't even land We ain't even mad, we ain't even playing It's duct-tape season in my region And you ain't leaving until we eating And I want my piece and I want my peeps to get their piece And they want their peeps to get their piece And until then, tell you peeps, "No peace" I'm a beast and I feast every beat I seek And I freak every mix CD I leak I need to be at the T-O-P O-F H-I-P-H-O-P And I'm I-N D-A C-U-T W-I-T-H them Uzis Who, me? Yes, me, call me Weezy West, B 'Cause I'm wilder than the motherfucking Wild West be I'm so ready—are you ready for me? I'm Young Money, Young Mula, baby Break in a nigga car at the light Put the gun to his head, make him park on the right, and Then I tell him, "Don't talk," make him get out and walk And then, I tell my goons, "Get right in" When you fucking with a nigga like me No homo, but you're fucking with a rider But they no heard me, when I tried to... [Hook: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne] Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Fuck another motherfucker and them other motherfuckers 'Cause can't no motherfucker fuck with a nigga If you fuck with Lil' Tune I’ma let my goons just follow your ass like Twitter, nigga We can do what you want, I don't care Anyhow, anywhere, anytime, I swear At sun-up on a nigga, I will run up on a nigga Put the gun up on a nigga; now, I'm one-up on a nigga Yeah, I will run the clock behind the guap And if my leg broke, I will hop; bitch, I will hustle 'til I drop Bitch, I will throw you from the top of the world I got myself a Boston girl She my gypsy, I'm her genie, ride my magic carpet, girl Flow so sick, you cough and hurl, I'm so twisted, I walk in swirls I'm so lifted, I walk on clouds Please, please, please, don't shoot me down Fucking right, I put it down, buy it white, then cook it brown This is how "great-looking" sound; K.Y. bring the hook around [Hook: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne] Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & DJ-K-Swift] Hollygrove U.S.A., parlez-vous Français? Hot as picante, I am a zombie What more can I say? 'Cause after all, I... Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all I told y'all, I tote it Put the bullet in the Glock and blow that bitch If you know like I know, you'd put money way before that bitch Everyone got they hand out So I drop my drawers, let them hold that dick I’ma roll that stick, and I’ma roll it thick And I know I'm colder when it's cold as brick And I ain't that old, I'm just twenty-six All in your mouth like I'm a dentist, bitch Fuck you and your interests, bitch We on some shoot-the-interest shit Better find the exit boy, my Nina is so sexy boy And she feeling desperate boy, don’t make her molest you, boy Pressure, pressure, boy; what would make you test the boy? I'm great with no effort, boy, your face will get severed, boy I'm breaking your level, boy, I'm taking your medal, boy Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for forever, boy!

A Thugz Prayer

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[Bizzy Bone] I am not John, I am not Jesus And I could never be Judas I can't be a harlot, I could never be a dragon My name, is Bryon I am a slave of Allah The master, of creation The creator of alllllllll that Allah needs The birds, the bees, the trees And all that exists And if the Big Bang Theory is actually true Then you must explain to me, explain to me Explain to me creation And explain to me nothing

The Otherside

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Try this one! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] I come, they go, I run, they slow Ain't ashamed that I did what I did I just lived how I lived, your life say so Ain't a single hole I can't roll I'm platinum, they proud of they gold Buckhead bouncin, moved a little ounces Talkin out loud, but I didn't know Waitin for the day that Bubba K blow When you got a show though, bet you can't fold Ask 2 Stoute, he know what I'm talkin 'bout Motherfuckin bank account, they say o's These hoes better stay on they toes The deep play threat, I just may go 87 yards in the blink of an eye It really don't matter what you think of the guy Cause I'm eager to try this style and that style and stack piles Of cash, While sayin somethin, dude's agile, hear that wow A bad child that turned good, now I earn good, but I burn better That kush, please just shush wuss, I'm the team captain, get your first letter (bitch!, pussy) [Hook - Sleepy Brown] - w/ ad libs Your thinkin your that boy, know where I cut boy I'm on the otherside of the room Your lady been frisky, tell her come get me I'm on the otherside of the room If you came to party, let's go get it started I'm on the otherside of the room Whether you wit me, or you against me I'm on the otherside of the room [Verse 2 - Petey Pablo] We never refused to carry them thangs (click, click) Back in the days, hot as a flame And I sent 'em through the blaze All day for the pay, dollar bill from the 'caine It's the Mr. Motherfucker wit a hundred different names Ain't fuck with nobody (body), ain't want no problems I've been, there but quite understand A man that never talk hardly Stayed to his self (cha cha), quiet as kept With a coldness in his eyes, that'll scare you to death I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave Motherfucker I stayed contemplatin about my last and final day Wasn't supposed to be nothin Niggas supposed to gave me life in prison Last pick, misfit, partner did the full 20 Hey, I'm right here, heat it up, got the whole world shakin for me Haha sayin (sayin) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah, yeah, yeah Baby death and taxes ain't the only thing certain To come unnerved from out from behind the closed curtain Bubba skirtin, what's the word You must of heard a lot of BS was asserted Since none of us perfect, wonder who that was unnervin Not me, not you, grin and bear it, got to If they ain't worried about you, and they ain't worried about you Here, here, get it clear, disappear from out my hemisphere If indeed you got some business here, then state it crystal clear All this fake innuendo from little minos Gon' make the big O, fish up lower on the fish hole Bub came to name baby, tell me that I did so I'd rather watch my momma 'Get Low' then quit this fo sho (yo) [Hook - 2X]

C Section

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[Chorus] This is the C Section, ripping and wrecking The lyrical legend sending y'all to Mic Club heaven This is the C Section A lyrical legend, second to none in this profession [Verse] I spit it exquisite and rip it minute by minute I'm in it to win it, you fucking rhyme with Bis you finished Lyrical menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist With a sedative administered from the executive senate Poor progression followed by metaphorical methods Testing, 1, 2, 3, 4, testing, testing Supreme supremacist nemesis to competitors Predators eat intestines of anything they interested in Slice you like lettuce and celery start seven Then make an MC salad out of suckers and sell it For an expensive percentage with nine tenths of the credit Drink Red Bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage I only give respect to Mic Club members and my own mentors In the center of my circle where I dare you to enter This is art imitating life imitating art Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk Idealistically I spit for free The stenography of the rhyme is what balances me, challenges me EA-6B Prowlerss, superior air power Will fly around us with propulsion that's soundless Spitting rhymes out by the thousands Nitroglycerin tablets under the tongue calm me down a bit Attitude - cynicism and lassitude Battle you? Come on dude, I should slap you fool Spit what, I'll leave your lips numb the friction is so sick son Your chin'll disappear from attrition Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a given it Especially if Canibus is doin the rippin You snipping to clipping in the C-section incisions With scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers Liars for hire with a defense like Geoffrey Fieger And rock it like thugs who work for Mic Club Hyped up, tear the mic up my man And move forward as expeditiously as I can Ain't nobody in the world like Bis The nitrous with radio telescopic devices, same type shit Facially hairless, a gregarious Jamaican-American Lyricist turned microphone terrorist Airlift me off the front line to my therapist So I can sit in his chair and tell him how much I care for this This is what they want, this is what they love To engage in the exchange of ideas and drugs While I'm in the cut satellite tracking you rappers With months of food rations beneath the Catacombs of Paris Theories of super-lattice and super-savage Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas bitch The farther I climb the harder I rhyme You gotta face death and survive to feel more alive The quality of life is an illusion of the mind Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the side According to the science of the C-section applied If they say I'm the best after I die - don't be surprised I C section the sky let my energy rise At the moment of truth I know it's definitely my time As my soul is eased through the sieve I'll be grateful because I lived The only drawback is that I didn't have kids To C-section my beautiful wiz And see the resemblance of my face in hers or his Who knows what the future will bring, it stresses me to think This mic meant everything now it doesn't seem important Now I gotta follow orders, defend borders From Maine to California, Seattle to Florida If I could talk to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her I'd speak to her about my passions As the hourglasses turn and my life passes I'll just wait 'til I see the Master and I'll just ask him Forget it, that's the future, this is the present A message to anybody listening to the C section [Chorus] This is the C Section, ripping and wrecking The lyrical legend sending y'all to Mic Club heaven This is the C Section A lyrical legend sending y'all to Mic Club heaven This is the C Section, ripping and wrecking The lyrical legend sending y'all to Mic Club heaven This is the C Section A lyrical legend sending y'all to Mic Club heaven

The Rapper Eater

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Feed me rappers or feed me beats Tool on deck, why would I lie Nigga you a pussy hope you got nine lives I could hit a nigga with the nine nine times Country ass boy country like Leanne rhymes Mississippi d banner, and lilweezyana Everybody got tools so you will need a hammer I'm a pill poppin' animal, syrup sippin' nigga I'm so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna You're fuckin with his man, you could be his man dinner The nine gimme brains but the ak add liver Your rapper is the same flowin like a bad river Make yo ass quiver like you naked at winter Hollygrove honcho, hardtime giver I'm a shark in the water you just long john silver I got a girl you wanna meet her? Her name is nine millimeter Feed me rappers or feed me beats Uptown New Orleans like always Cash money boys shine like bald heads Big bezzel make my watch look like a hog head But all I do is smoke trees call me log head I'm butter on the bread like parkay And I am all about me like do re I'm in the hood, in the hood like dope yay Nappy ass hair like buckwheat otay Hollygrove, Eagle street be my damn hood Or you can get murdered for free like canned goods I got 12 Barbaros under that Lam hood I could bring Kentucky derby to the damn hood Sunshine diamonds, call me tanned goods And now I let it blow, like a bad wood I call brisco, I'm on South Beach Thirty minutes later Opa-lacka is where I be Feed me rappers or feed me beats Man I'm so Hollygrove Stand strong in the water like a commadore Black holes in your white tee, dominoes Me n brisco cash money carnivores Hehe, I am New Orleans like carnival And in the hood call me Weezy the honorable These other rappers so ironical And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the phantom oh Yea, you know it, listen up man, dj cinema, cinematic Whatever you wanna call him, I need you to spin this thang crazy Spin this when I tell you not to, talkin about 8 in the mornin To 8 in the mornin', ya feel me, yea, can fox holla at cha boy Feed me rappers or feed me beats

Young Boy

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

Nightmares

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

Changes

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

Party and Bullshit

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

Ice Cream

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

Get It In Ohio

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

Drama A/T

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[Verse 1: Canibus] Executive Order 11002 The reason you know me but I don't know you You really wanna know what drama is let me show you But keep in mind this is just one point of view Drama is livin' in a 3rd world country Fucked up and hungry without no money Drama is trying to adjust to circumstance Missing more than one leg or more than one hand Drama is being chased off ya' land By a funny looking man in a suit that works for the bank Drama is what's happening to the ecosystem And the animals it feeds, from the damage to trees To rainforests that get destroyed annually Damn is it just me who cares about the air that we breathe? Drama is the nuclear threat that we live with One bomb and everybody's dead that's some sick shit Drama is HIV statistics The infected person that you might have sex with, life goes on But drama is living with the afterthought that maybe you could have prevented it Drama is imminent, it comes in other forms The sick pedophiles who support child porn Never mind the offenders Think about what the victims go through and what the fuck they gotta' live wit Drama is the prison population Some belong there but also some belong on probation Drama is not being able to change one thing Cause the system you live in says you ain't shit Drama is corporate scandal Drama is a handful of CEO's playin' you for a damn fool Drama is being a millionaire But gotta' recoup half the budget from your 10 percent share Drama is having one too many women Even though you always need a spare one to swim in Drama is dealing with your jealous impulses Learning how to hold it all in with no emotion Drama is blind devotion Drama is having your deepest secrets exposed in the open Drama is having your heart broken And the person who broke it doesn't even motherfucking notice Drama is trying to carry a burden all by yourself on your shoulders and it don't exist Drama is being falsely accused, Drama is the latest news Drama is what gives people clues Drama is a tool you can use to distract ya' enemy so they never improve Drama is the fear of devils and the fear of God Drama is a long and hard Tech support desk job Drama is the life of an up-and-coming actor or rapper Or athlete or building contractor Drama is a rookie cop calling for backup The 3 strike perpetrator that's getting tatted up Drama is the spin zone of a politician Drama is K-Solo when he said the rhyme did it Drama is the struggle of change Drama is inevitable there is no other way Drama is what drains life force out of you Drama is negative but drama can empower you Drama is love, Drama is pain Drama exists in everything everyday Drama is the Yin, Drama is the Yang Drama is the innate nature of man Drama contracts, Drama expands Drama is what I am [Interlude: Canibus] Drama! Drama! [Verse 2: Luminati] Pull up a chair to the aristocracy of commonwealth prophecy The legacy of generation three isosceles Logical geometry, illogical melodies Integrated with memories that mix melodically Beyond the insight of what a modern-day monkey sees Get chopped in three for pathetic hypocrisy False bureaucracy breeds poetic monopolies Chateau de Trevano is my property An addict for drama and dramatic oddities Addicted to bottles of sticky green botany In a reflection of the split seas you see me in 3D Tripping off three hits of E Half-a-tablet for you 2-and-a-half for me A rappers speech is slurred for eternal depravity Naturally ignore gravity project astrally Ascend gradually till the stratosphere passes me Earth's actually esoterically absent to me Take a crack at me with blurred clarity - battle me Spiders crawl outta the skin the six headed beast Evil beings that wrestle with demons in the deep Useless to eat 200 pounds of rotten meat Shrink heads drink black milk collect black teeth Luminati tribal chief wear it as trophy piece My women are ornamented with a blood soaked wreath Like Christmas minus Christ plus the heat The Ascended Master, leader of all immortal freaks Voodoo curse on your last and future release Unleash the worst plague put the world under siege Till your name is unheard and your face is unseen Till your just a nightmare of an accursed dream Tell the supreme to curse your whole team and your unborn seed Poison your queen like the Furher's last week In the blood filled streets you're a leech Less than a man a poverty stricken thief with grief At night you speak to Satan before you go to sleep Worshiping the flesh like poor pagan priests Your future's oblique I command your heart to seize its beat Thou shall inherit disease and defeat! Drama! [Outro: Canibus] Drama... Drama... Drama... Drama

Blackout

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[Intro: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss] Jay Fuck that This is it, right here, baby You know what it is [Verse 1: Jadakiss & Sleek Louch] Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag' truck Masked up, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R tee with the matching bandana .38-snub, blue steel with no hammer And I see y'all niggas tryna glance at the 'Kiss 'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon And you know I'm still writing the mean, lighting the green I need the buggy, even though I look right in the beam Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label 'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you Call me raspy, tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip You pay thirty for the 'Kiss (Uh-huh), a hundred for The LOX (Yeah) And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck (Uh-huh, yeah, ayo) [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds And that's warning, if you all alive in the morning, that's fine Now, I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains I got niggas my pop's age, that lifestyle ain't changed It's like, wake up, move a brick, half of it slow Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a ho (Ha) I rock a waist-length mink, durag under my fitted (Style on these niggas) And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new (Huh?) That's Sheek in the dress-up club cause I don't fuck with shoes And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole 'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper with mine? Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine Fuck with me, you be a "Was nigga", "Nigga was dope" Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke 'Ju crazy? (Haha) [Verse 3: Styles P] Ayo, catch me with a .38, box of shells In a '98 Lincoln, eatin' pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of Ls Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G Y'all niggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father 'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga going legit You hold your nine if you holding a brick, common sense Fed' drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L-O-X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live, oh, y'all niggas eager to die? I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime Motherfucker [Verse 4: Jay-Z & DMX] Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, putting up Will Smith numbers (Ugh) Surrounded by Sixes and Hummers, bitches among us Trying not to let this bullshit become us It started from hunger 'til it all went insane Now, bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted (Ugh), see the digits unlisted (Yeah) The beeper done changed Your dead, bitch, the reaper done came I suggest niggas stop speaking my name 'Cause trust me, y'all could still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin' Niggas is hotheads and the bullets is heat-seeking Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not I just circle 'round the block in a drop Tell 'em jump through the top (Uh-huh) Where the sunroof used to be I could see y'all not used to me Nigga, flows like none other (Ugh) I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dada to gun-butt ya You the type to bust a lot of shots, and none touch you (Fuck) I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers (Ugh) Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other (Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh) [Verse 5: DMX & Jadakiss] (Grrrr) I'm headed nowhere fast, running in place (Ugh), gun in my waist Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face (Ugh) So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again So now what I do? Start naming names again (What?) All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (Ugh) Play like you don't know, L-O-X is gon' bark We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas (Aight?) Y'all niggas best to stop playin' It'll be the ones you forgotten about That'll get you shot in your mouth (Argh, argh) Got my dogs covered (Ugh) Plus it's all gravy, like chicken when it's smothered (What?) It's dark and I love it (Ugh) Get him, boy, let him loose (Come on) Want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (Come on)

Twas the Night Before Christmas

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[Snoop Dogg & Nate Dogg] T'was the night before Christmas And all through the hood Ain't shit that was stirring: Nope, it was all good The stocking was hung on my big fat dick We was hoping to get some of that good shit From old jolly Saint Nick The children were snuggled up, sleeping in bed My bitch on my jock, giving holiday head When outside my crib there rolled such a clatter I stuck my head out and yelled "What tha fuck is the matter?!" Then a fat, red pimp got out of his ride It was perfectly clear he was from the North Side "Yo Santa what's up? Did you bring me some chronic?" And Tanqueray gin I can mix with my tonic? He said "ho, ho, ho" and opened his sack It was stuffed full of indo, had to take a step back "Is this for the Dogg? Did you bring this for me? To blaze with my hoes and my closest homies?" He just nodded his head, his eyes about shut It was then that I knew that Saint Nick was fucked up He ate all my motherfuckin' cookies I left on the plate Then he went to the fridge And he ate, and he ate, and that fat motherfucka ate And when he was done When the cupboard was bare He packed his shit up and got outta there "Good night Doggy Dogg!" he said from the sky "Merry Christmas to all you motherfuckers And to all a good high" Merry Christmas From the Dogg Pound And everybody have a happy new year, ho ho ho (laughter) (Why you laugh, dog?) (You made a nigga laugh)

Wayne on Me

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

Soap Opera

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

Labor

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

Notorious Thugs

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

Dumb Out

rap

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

Hail Mary

rap

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

Subterranean Homesick Blues

rock

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

Ether

rap

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

Keep Your Shit the Hardest

rap

[Chorus] Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it [Verse 1] I want Monopoly money but I ain't even halfway there 'Cause doin' dirt, a nigga got to take the back way there What it is, is the biz and it's dirty You'll get rich but life expectancy is about thirty Place of business is the hallways, I've been up for four days On parole with warrants that'll send me back to Rahway If I get caught across Jersey state lines Figure this 9-8 and I been runnin' since 8-9 So that's like 9 years delinquent time, you speak in crime then you know 9 years you owe, get knocked, 9 years you gonna go No probation or parole more time doin' nothin' Day room to the yard, writin' rhymes and frontin Carry niggas greasy because I'm built like that Bury niggas easy 'cause they get killed like that If you ain't in it wit me then you in my way, but either or You will respect mine and leave the TEC-9 and leave it for dude The realest you gonna feel is when you face your death "Sorry, I didn't know"? Nigga, don't even waste your breath Coppin' pleas not D why you flippin' Nigga know the only thing I'm really scared of is slippin' Lettin' a nigga catch you when I got my guard down, so I keep 'em up Noddin' off with one eye open, I can freak it But there's gonna be a time when I close 'em both Lead poisonin', I'm a get hit with an overdose Over those drug things, crud things Think I don't know my slug stains, or blood blaze Raw gun playin' drama, sadness to another nigga's momma I'mma be the the one that puts you up in shock trauma These are troublesome times and the crimes prevail And the dark side keep a nigga's ass in jail Bada-boom, bada-bing, some of this and some of that I gots to boogie for a minute but you know I'm comin' back [Chorus] Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it [Verse 2] Try to show niggas but I can only hope they see You's a little nigga fit right up in a 6 by 3 Layin' up like this, lips sewn shut eyes closed Niggas walk past the casket, damn shorty nice pose You was ballin' nigga 'til your ass got balled out, called out By some disrespectful ass niggas that go all out I bet you thought it was real funny, until it had to get cruddy Me walkin' off leavin' you with all this bloody What he gonna do when it's all over for real And the last thing you seein' is that steel? A blast of light, that's what he seein' if you blast him right Hit him in his face and hear them close the casket tight 'Cause it's like it ain't nothin' but endin' it to a nigga Street sweeper like ahhhh, sendin it to a nigga When you in the house you'll play by house rules Two words you'll never hear again are house lose And that's house choose it ain't gonna be that, 'cause I can't see that Ready to get up in this nigga's ass real good, so where the weed at? Believe that, you ain't gon' see nothin' gettin' too familiar And I would tell you what I do but then I'd have to kill you And it ain't even worth it, I ain't gon' build nothin' So I just let you go be that same nigga, still frontin' Laughin' and shit, like you see somethin' funny What you sayin' sounds good, but let me see somethin' money For real (dog nigga, dog nigga, dog nigga, dog nigga nigga) [Chorus] Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this War that's for sure Nigga come and get it We Ryde or Die, why? 'Cause our niggas is wit it

Here to There

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Dialogue (Equipto) Maybe you can catch my next show Whether its East or West coast I show love all through the bay Frisco, the O, San Jose In LA, we off to the Beverly Hennessy on ice, at the Embassy, Suites San Lu', Santa Barbara, all in, San Diego with the Chargers We goin farther, touchin down Homies run rappin, rush around We hit Denmark, Copenhagen Couldn't wait to get back to the golden gate To, Santa Cruz to rock at the Catalyst To Princeland, off in Minneapolis All through Oregon, parking lot pimpin' Left Portland like Scottie Pippen (San Quinn) Said I slide out of Frisco to Kansas City Missouri and Kansas the girls is scandalous Shit is hot in Little Rock, Arkansas I said the all get in, and the shit they talk Then its down to Texas, Houston and Dallas Where my blunts they roll the fattest Hate the Cowboys, despise the Rockets Like the country girls, cats smokin dope out they pockets Hit New York like a Giant, the swings are back No trust, no sleep, gotta bring my gat Lookin for the king of rap, so I can take the crown Then I slide to the next town (Equipto) It was hot on the beach in Florida On the streets got a peach in Georgia Across to Boston, then hit the Big Apple Shop Bellvue, was Sleepless in Seattle In Vegas cracked and got lucky Two Backwoods with my boy from Kentucky Plane soarin, this New Orleans 5 in the morning, time for performin Montana, bay grammar, Alabama First rap show in Havana Nothin but bammer, stamp the passport At the Colonial, folks in Sacto Tokyo, back to Japan Got to be as worldwide as I can I'm jet laggin, money in the bag International with my rappin (San Quinn) Lookin for more dough, someone come try me At the Pro Bowl, I'm out in Hawaii (?) girls, I'm up on them girls Tryin to put thangs in, take thong off girls I can get a show with Louis in Idaho Puff some real dro' before I go back to Spokane And catch my plane to Chicago They searchin, dogs sniffin through my cargo Never move illegally, from there to Tennessee Rollin up a Titan, sippin on some hennessey It goes down, mo' brown in Cleveland Ass round titties big gimme head this evenin (Equipto) From Yamagata to Yokohama Suckas sound like Mary sayin no more drama Indoja aroma its California With females frontin off in Arizona Its me and Quincy, off in Cincy On a red eye flight and we high and tipsy Mississippi and Carolina From New Zealand all up through China We land in London, its all on a fluke for real And we chill in Brazil like Snoop Proceed with caution, back to back shows in Austin A wild response in Wisconsin In Colorado where the groupies sweat us Or the land down under with Gucci sweaters In Delaware, I couldn't really care I'ma set up my shop, from here to there (San Quinn) Like yeah, yeah, yeah From here to there like yeah, yeah, yeah We might go there yeah, yeah, yeah From here to there like yeah, yeah, yeah We might go there Its Mr. Brook the menace crook Wit my nigga quipto You know how we do Frisco g's, from here to over seas From the golden gate to the frozen state Like my pops say, we get money We might touch down, out there in Australia In the land down under Get a little paper, from a young bitch From out there in Australia ya dig Or Philly, I meet ya in the Philippines We in the Philippines wit guillotines Bitch ya understand, yeah Cuttin up the mothafucken razorblade You know how we do Wit the Nick Peace track, we stay slappin And if we in your city right now Put your hands in the air say yeah, say yeah, say yeah Put your hands in the air and say yeah, say yeah, say yeah And we out

Mixing Up the Medicine

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

One More Chance

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

Its Me Bitches

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[Intro: Swizz Beatz] It's Me Bitches! Whoo! Whoo! (C-Come on! C-Come on!) Whoo! Whoo! (C-Come on! It's show time!) Ye-Yes! Ye-Yes! Ye-Yes! Okay! [Refrain: Swizz Beatz] Chillin' in my Beemer, listenin' to "Ether" Bumpin through ya speakers, know I got the heaters Rockin' dont stop, I get the rockin' don't stop I'm bangin' 'em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is... it's me, bitches! [Verse 1: Swizz Beatz] Smoke good, eat good, drink good, fuck good Come into the club stuntin li-ike you should My shit on fire I dont need no gasolina I'm comin through your block with the deuce 2 seater Ring the alarm, man, call me the sand man When I drop beats, I'm the one man band man Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (fuck em) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is...it's me bitches! [Verse 2: Swizz Beatz] Vida loco, flyin' through popo See me in that 4 door, that Bentley esporta Benz all lethal, my rims so lethal You front, I'mma I'ma shoot that ass like a free throw Sniffin that yayo, trying to be Sosa Trying to act tough when that's some black chocha I ain't gotta shoot ya, I could just choke ya You trying to make dollar, I could just show ya [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is... it's me, bitches! [Refrain: Swizz Beatz] Chillin' in my Beemer, listenin' to "Ether" Bumpin through ya speakers, know I got the heaters Rockin' dont stop, I get the rockin' don't stop I'm bangin' 'em beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] FREEZE You know who it is... it's me, bitches! [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] Smoke good, eat good, drink good, fuck good Come into the club stuntin li-ike you should My shit on fire I dont need no gasolina I'm comin through your block with the deuce 2 seater Ring the alarm, man, call me the sand man When I drop beats, I'm the one man band man Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (fuck em) [Breakdown: Swizz Beatz] Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) It's (go), it's (go) it's me, bitches! It's! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (it's) It's me, it's me, It's me, bitches! [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Oh! Yeah! Bounce! Come on! Whoo! Hey, hey, hey, hey Bounce! You Know who it is... It's Me Bitches

Beam Me Up Scotty

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

Thug Motivation 101

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

Lifes a Bitch

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

Wordy Rappinghood

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

Fuck tha Police

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

Still Po Pimpin

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[Johnny P] Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh) Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh) Never can't you take my G's Myyyyyyyy.. (ooooooh) [AK-47] I ain't trippin got the split up the front Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt Your pager goin off? (awe, that ain't nuthin) Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin Blow even though that the clique's on somethin Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin The corner of the parlor with them niggas they bumming Reachin for the gin and the Hen in my stomach I'm lookin at the do' females still comin Lookin to my left and the B's still comin Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin Circlin the do' where the money start runnin Took a pause, hey y'all wassup Head hunters in the double-R, is it a double car Pulled over to the car So I, ashed Proceeds, to pass the B's, low cash Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X) Do you wanna ride with me? Do you wanna smoke my B's? Never could you take my G's I'm a Po P-I-M-P [Belo] What it be like? P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty Comin straight from the Windy Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM! Lean back in the corner with the Dobb hat Nominated just to ball like a Democrat In the cut with hoes, and I suppose That I've been chose, to mingle with the hoodrats Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down packed You call it what you want I'm keepin all that I been taught by the best, so put it to rest And I confess, I'm living just to ball black Gettin paid in the game made me roam free Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G Go to the mall, with all of y'all Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac A/C, windows down, with the top back From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex I'm a put it in a roll, tell me could you top that? Ever though I'm making money you the wrong freak Nickel dime or a twenty don't approach me If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or a Lex But keep on the low-key Chorus [Bridge: Twista] Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope Me and Do or Die just try to cope Sit back I might come let ya take a toke Take a stroll through the hood It's some haters but it's still all good Roll up another blackwood, playa pimpin to the groove In the place to be to see who I can choose Now it's time for me to make a move Shawty what's the deal? [Twista] I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde So don't be "Passin' Me By" I'm a nigga with P's and I ain't stingy with the trees We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high Fe's drips at us full of octane With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs They was serving the rock 'caine, then I came Flippin flows like hoes when Twista drop game It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here Sing a phrase while I trace on my hog road Devine words form the pimp scroll Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold See a playa po' trippin, deep as the Mediterranean Trying to play me in slow-vision Picture how I'm mackin cold women Bendin and grinnin my head spinnin While we smokin on hemp, we still po' pimpin' Refrain: Johnny P (repeat 2X) Do you wanna ride, slip inside of your thighs Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh Chorus [Johnny P] Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh! Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh..

Lets Go From Me to U

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

In da Club

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

No Ceilings Pop That

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[Hook: Lil Wayne] Pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass I say pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that No ceilings [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay: pockets on He-Man, I get it if I demand Man, I do it big, to me you niggas wee, man 'Bout to go Pecans, I beat it like three hands Weezy in the building, you other niggas freelance I dont give a fizzuck, I done got my shit up I gotta do a bid; that's push-ups, sit-ups Fuck with Young Money, bitch nigga get hit up N-Nigga, "fuck" can't even fuck with us I'm a Eastside nigga, yeah, Eastside, nigga Where the muthafucking beef gets deep-fried, nigga Nigga couldn't see me with three eyes, nigga You’s a bitch: no U-N-I-T-Y, nigga On the mic I’m like Pac, I'm like B-I, nigga Whoever don’t agree come and see my nigga I'll be waiting in my mansion, seaside nigga Young muthafucking M-O-N-E-Y, nigga [Bridge] Hurt no, hurt no I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no But they keep pushing me, pushing me But they keep pushing me, pushing me I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight But they keep pushing me, pushing me Everyday pushing me, pushing me [Hook: Lil Wayne] Pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass I say pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that No ceilings [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Okay: Cool & Dre, this is No Ceilings I do this all day; I got bars, no railings Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon Young Weezy F, the 'F' is not for failing Swagger just dumb, call it Sarah Palin If you niggas fly, then I must be parasailing We-We are not the same, I'm a mutherfucking alien [Verse 3: Birdman] Back on my saddle with my tool in my hand Uptown real nigga, bitch, landed in the sand Back home, nigga, did it for the land For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand High life, give a fuck about your stripes, homie Killer kill, killer spend your bin daily, homie Turn left get your switch turned off, nigga Turn right and get your shit took off, nigga Fuck Grey Goose, cause we higher than we ever been More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor High floor situation from the bottom floor Born in the middle, shining like a diamond Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll, nigga On 24s, fucking all these hoes, nigga High life: getting money then we go, nigga [Outro] Hurt no, hurt no I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no But they keep pushing me, pushing me But they keep pushing me, pushing me I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight But they keep pushing me, pushing me Everyday pushing me, pushing me

Miss You Remix

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

Hello Brooklyn 2.0

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

It Was a Good Day

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

Through the Wire

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

The Nigga Ya Love to Hate

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

Still Fly

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[Intro: Birdman] What's up, Fresh it's our turn, baby [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (Them Gucci suits) Ain't got no job (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy), but I stay shive (I stay shive) Can't pay my rent (I can't pay my rent) 'cause all my money's spent But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (I'm so fly) Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride (Ho-ho-hood rich) Got everything in my momma name But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da [Verse 1: Birdman] Get your c-uh-c-uh-car, playa gems gon' shine And tell momma get a mink, baby girl let's ride (That's right) You a number one stunna and we gon' glide And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Prada, Gucci, full-mink leather (Leather) Burberry's cool, Coogi sweater (Sweater) Twenty inches, pop my feather The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-wagon is so fly Number one, don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars I am that nigga The g-uh-g-uh-Gucci with the matchin' interior Three-wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunna, and we like brothers We shine like paint, daddy, it's our summer [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay shive, (Ho-ho-hood rich) I stay shive Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly (Ho-ho-hood rich) Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride (Ho-ho-hood rich) Got everything in my momma name But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da [Verse 2: Mannie Fresh] Have you ever seen crocodile seats in the truck Turn around and sit it down and let 'em bite your butt See the steerin' wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma, player's where you can find me Cruisin' through the parkin' lot on twenty-fours Cadillac Escalade with the chromed-out nose With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot (Turn left) Where your wife really love me 'cause the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the 3-wheel Benz (Skrtt) Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, (Uh uh) boy can you top that I'ma show you some shit, rookie, press that button The trunk went "uh-uh", and all of a sudden Four 15's, didn't see no wires And then I heard (Boom) from the amplifiers [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp, (Ho-ho-hood rich) I stay shive Can't pay my rent cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm still fly (Ho-ho-hood rich) Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride (Ho-ho-hood rich) Got everything in my momma name But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da [Verse 3: Birdman, Mannie Fresh] Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins Impala loud pipes, drinkin' the Henn' It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again In a Cadillac truck twenty-fours with tens Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time Six bad broads flyin' in at nine New Suburban truck with the porno showin' Up and down and up they goin' Bodies on the Roadster, Lexus, you know what That hard-top Bimmer, yo Ma, that's your truck I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly 430 Lex with the convertible top And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop Got a Superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay shive, I stay shive Can't pay my rent cause all my money's spent But that's okay, 'cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright, 'cause I'm gon' ride Got everything in my momma name But I'm hood rich, la-da-di-da da-da-da-da

Keep Their Heads Ringin

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

California Love

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

Money to Blow

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

Nuthin But a G Thang

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

Bouncin Back Bumpin Me Against The Wall

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

Not Tonight

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

Big Brother

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

Go DJ

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

I Get Around

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

Run This Town

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

Moment of Clarity

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

The World Is Filled...

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

Keepin it Gangsta Remix

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

You Dont Know

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Black people raise up, anger management cases to the front line Your day's up, children, I hope you didn't quit your day jobs Been in it, hosting shit like Canadian Asians host SARS I'm kidding, no really pa, you're fibbing, you rented your car I'm spilling these phrases like seizure waitresses holding trays This is greatness, the most endangered species on the playlist Hey pay this, you fucks No need to pay for a facelift you sluts You slept, stupid I'm more dangerous than Michael's face is I cut through it like a machete's built on my tongue Leave you stitched up like Eeyore with your teeth all gums, you weak whore The meek inherits now, but I speak veteran prose Like I'm Tom Cruise in a wheelchair with my pants all sewn Now how many times do I need to explain You faggot Hannibal Lector niggas, you all eat brain I will damage your whole system, hack into your mainframe Crack your bones like I'm cracking computer codes, I am not playing I am not done spraying nigga, give me my mic back Don't ever, ever, ever try some shit even like that I'm a con artist, a schemer, a dealer, a dope That you feed to your ears through the speakers and feel it 'til it's leaking out your throat Teacher, preacher, city-wide spelling champ Your girl felt it so much, she started doing a belly dance I'm heavy man, like an ACME safe in a cartoon I'll drop-catch you man, I'll slam right into your car roof I'm nasty, the antithesis of this mastery Keep feeding you and feeding you with buckets of candy Hand ransom notes to all cops at random With the planted remote in the throat of the kidnapped grandson For how many grams, one Wait 'til they're in range, then pull the little chain Clothesline them just in time to see the boy's exploding brains I'm sick, I need help, I climb inside of a track I tell them, I know what I'm doing those aren't snares, those are slaps One slap, two slaps, three slaps, four Then I spaz out and stab - forget what the fuck I was counting for Don't fuck with me, please I'm asking nicely, back off Put thumbtacks in my hands and grab your nuts, nigga cough You don't understand Jean, never in your life seen A girl with more flow than an Iraqi soldier's canteens More ignored than a homeless on a train begging for change More credit due to me than a store that doesn't exchange In Cali, rip ya mayne, New York, damage ya dog Get on a plane, la voy aca el encima in Spain I'm dead wrong, too smart to be beefing with little tarts Jean turn your scream into murmurs like an irregular heartbeat Hardly the amateur, can't wait for the album tour Fall come, I'm bringing the malice straight to your campus floor Manhandle y'all, in France I'm Jean Van-Damnit All writing hard like carving the Twelfth Commandment, naw I didn't skip one cause Biggie penned the eleventh A moment of silence for all the fallen soldiers in heaven Now moving along children I screw with your whole vision like fog in the road, listen Too hot and you know it, burn like a cock when you go piss And there's snot in the hole dripping and you gotta go to the clinic Hey, I'm just guessing Jean's here to level the playing field I don't care about your spot or what you got for your record deal I don't care about your feelings or your marketing gimmicks I just rap -- been here, you just wasn't ready to hear it I dropped Attack, critics hollered back with a thumbs-up Exposing those who didn't -- Oliver Wang, you dumb fuck Untuck your spine, gun-butt you with a Super Soaker Make you scream louder than the sound of the background vocals Choke you with a magazine page, then in a rage Flip you over like quarters on the back of your arm on Happy Days I've written about life, I spitted about art I represent the underground cause they've been with me from the start No, Jean's not hard now, Jean hasn't changed I was 18 on the first record, I've just experienced the game Not a thug, not a drug seller, not a gun shooter Not a stripper, sex symbol, or anything you're used to Marketing nightmare, I don't fit into categories I just rap, make beats and shit and sleep all these stories All I want is a voice, all the people need is choice If there's no competition then what is the fucking point You can't win by default, unless you're scared of a challenge It's not really a fair game if you don't allow balance What the fuck is a se...somebody get this woman a drink

You Ain’t Got Nuthin

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[Intro: Fabolous] Yes! What it look like, Alc'? I'm tryna show these niggas, man It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Hahahaha!) Loso! Street fi-di-di-di-dam (Yes!) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yo, I'm with 101 niggas, we Dalmatian-doggy-deep (Yes) And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon) Kermit, you better think before you ribbit Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit (Yeah), but given I'm at your crib, it's (Yeah) Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah) Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (Hahahaha) It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (What you think?) 'Cause your boy just stay above the game They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim, ha Go 'head, nigga, say another name Take this family for a joke (Ayy), play them Wayan-brother games And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be scheming with this Keenan (That's right) Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in (Oh) My Little Man is on you, Marlon and Shawn you (Yeah) Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna Forty-cal fettuccine, trey-pound pasta You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!) I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (Yes!) The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] Ugh, I get money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka (Mr. HD) Yeah, money you ain't never see (High definition) Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (That's how I'm coming at you niggas, you dig? Santana! Ayy!) But you ain't got nothing on me (Hahaha!) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] I'm on the grind 'til the police come (Yeah) With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb (Ha), or I let that semi twirl you (Get 'em); now you can follow the drip 'Cause one shot out of the clip'll Jheri-curl you (Ooh) Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents—please! My young boys wildin' for respect Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese" (Ha) My dough's a bit longer (Yup), my flow is just slaughter (Yup) My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water (Damn) So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messing with? (Who?) I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ill!) Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!) I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres (Listen...) I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish (What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters (Haha!) Chump! I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah!) I have her lick me up (Up!) and then wipe me down (Down!) She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!) She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn!) She told me you'd be beastin', you'd be checkin' for the burns So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!) It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle You surfboard dudes get wiped out—totally [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Ugh, ohh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, money you will never see Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (Uh-huh, uh-huh) But you ain't got nothing on me (Uh-huh, check me out) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Get you—three, four—get you Like the number after one, I'ma get me, too It's Weezy F.-U; now, you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends—Mercedes Maybach, grey-black And I got a four-four and a 'K, like eight stacks Fuck your city and your town, I state facts— Take that! No, better yet, like Diddy: "Take that" Wait—rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine, asi-neen Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt You've ever seen, or heard, Carter, Harvard, y'all scared Not me, not I, call me "Young Popeye" Tell Bluto I'm a Nuno, I bring RAL to your fun'ral Damn, I mean "funer-al," "funer-uhl" You say "tomato," I say "to-mah-to" You say "get 'em," I say "got 'em"—yeah, I got 'em! Man, you better keep paying me 'cause you don't want my problems I be wildin' like Capital One—what is in your wallet? You fly, but what is it to pilot? Weezy—I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom Huh, damn, I mean, "foot up in your ass" I kick that shit, now go'n' put it in the trash [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Deezle! Ugh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, money you will never see Yeah, ugh, ugh And you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, big money, nigga Big money, nigga, big money, nigga Yeah, and you ain't got nothing on me

Dead Wrong

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[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Bad Boy, baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again Yeah [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers! "Hail Mary, full of grace..." Smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics "Make up to break up," niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit, just the two hits Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G," Then I bust in her E-Y-E [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over, Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh Leave you toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, Gs Disrespect me, my potency is deadly I'm shooting babies; no ifs, ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon got the little hookers screaming (Woo!) Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (You're dead wrong) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong who got it going on? (Ladies and gentlemen...) You're dead wrong [Verse 3: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshiping Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong! [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (You're dead wrong) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong (Uh-huh) Who got it going on? (Born Again, yeah) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (*repeat to fade*) [Outro: Diddy] We won't stop, 'cause we can't stop [Produced by Chucky Thompson and Mario Winans]

I Used to Love H.E.R.

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[Produced by No I.D.] [Chorus] A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on [Verse 1] I met this girl when I was ten years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She was old school when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular Not about the money, those studs was mic-checkin' her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggas had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her And just cool out, cool out, and listen to her Sittin' on a bone, wishin' that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be ‘Cause we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh, yo, when she was underground Original, pure, untampered, a down sister Boy, I tell you, I miss her [Chorus] A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-Com Sense y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot [Verse 2] Now periodically I would see Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body, but she started gettin' thick quick Did a couple of videos and became Afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids, beads, medallions She was on that tip about stoppin' the violence About my people she was teachin' me By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approach She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West Coast, and that was cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way? She probably get her money in L.A And she did stud, she got big pub, but what was foul She said that the pro-black was goin' out of style She said, "Afrocentricity was of the past" So she got into R&B, hip-house, bass, and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty she was with the boys in the hood Cause that was good for her, she was becomin' well-rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell by how her titties hung [Chorus] A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop And to the beat Com gotta be the sure shot A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop If you don't check it, mm-mm, bust it, bust it [Verse 3] I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative Once the man got to her, he altered her native Told her if she got an image and a gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs, lookin' rock and dressin' hippie And on some dumb shit when she comes to the city Talkin' bout poppin' Glocks, servin' rocks and hittin' switches Now she's a gangsta rollin' with gangsta bitches Always smokin' blunts and gettin' drunk Tellin' me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin' how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed (girl, he's committed) but so many niggas hit it That she's just not the same lettin' all these groupies do her I see niggas slammin' her and takin' her to the sewer But I'ma take her back, hopin' that the shit stop ‘Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is hip-hop [Chorus] To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop Mainframe, yo, they gotta be the sure shot A-yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, Com Sense is gonna drop, haha [Bridge] I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R., went and fucked up all the shit, y'all [Outro: The Five Heartbeats sample] You ain't got your woman in check, man? I think you’re overstepping your bounds just a little bit I can't do this anymore

Stakes is High

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[Intro: Posdnous + Sample] Vibe, vibrations Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the vibe, vibrations Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high We talkin' 'bout vibe, vibrations Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high [Verse 1: Posdnous] The instamatic focal point bringin' damage to your borough Be some brothers from the East with them beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation, so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found duckin' from bullets Gun control means usin' both hands in my land Where it's all about the cautious livin' Migratin' to a higher form of consequence Compliments of strugglin' that shouldn't be notable Man, every word I say should be a Hip-Hop Quotable [Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove] I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses I'm sick of talkin' 'bout blunts, sick of Versace glasses Sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows Sick of name-brand clothes Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks Cocaine and crack, which brings sickness to blacks Sick of swoll' head rappers with their sickenin' raps Clappers of gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker perhaps I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse [Verse 3: Posdnous] Man, life can get all up in your ass Baby, you betta work it out Let me tell you what it's all about: A skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people Who be wastin' time screamin' who they've hated That's why the Native Tongues has officially been reinstated [Chorus] (Vibes... vibrations) Yeah Stakes is high (Higher than high) You know them stakes is high (Higher than high) When we talkin' 'bout... (Vibes... vibrations) Stakes is high Man, them stakes is high (Aiyo, what about that love?) [Verse 4: Posdnous] Yo, it's about love of cars, love of funds Lovin' to love mad sex, lovin' to love guns Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer lovin' yourself, kid We livin' in them days of the man-made craze Where every aspect is vivid These brothers no longer talk shit, aiyo, these niggas live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone Plug One translatin' the zone No offense to a player but, yo, I don't play Nigga, take offense? Fuck it, gotta be that way Jay Dee, Dove, show your love, what you got to say? [Verse 5: Trugoy the Dove] I say G's are makin' figures at a high regard And niggas dyin' for it nowadays ain't odd Investin' in fantasies and not God Welcome to reality, see, times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showin' out in videos, sayin' they co-starred See, shit like that'll make your mama cry Better watch the way you spend it 'cause the stakes is high [Hook] Y'all know them stakes is high When you're dealin' with the... (Vibes... vibrations) Stakes is high (Come on) Man, them stakes is high (Check it) [Verse 6: Trugoy the Dove + Posdnous] I think that smilin' in public is against the law (What?!) 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know, and "How you, son?" And how you gettin' in, and who the man holdin' heat, yo And how was the skins and how high Yo, what up, huh? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti But they ain't organized! Mixin' crimes with life enzymes Takin' the big scalp route and niggas, no doubt Better than they know their daughters and their sons (Oh, boy) [Verse 7: Posdnous] Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain Positive contact just like my main man Who got others cleanin' up his physical and fluids His mind got congested, he got the nine and blew it Neighborhoods are now hoods 'cause nobody's neighbors Just animals survivin' with that animal behavior Under I who be rhymin' from dark to light sky Experiments where needles and skin connect No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high You damn sure try to do anythin' to get the piece of the pie Electrify, even die for the cash But at last, you be out even though you wantin' more This issue is closed like an elevator door But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the... [Hook] (Vibes... vibrations) Stakes is high You know them stakes is high When you dealin' with the... (Vibes... vibrations) Stakes is high Stakes is high, come on

Nobodys Home

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Baby it's ya perogative what you do I don't give a damn what he think about you All i know is one plus one is two We can lay back while we sip a few Yeah it's true, you can be my boo Tears to let out or you All i wanna do is keep in line wit you Doin everything if it's fine with you Lemme pick you up at a certain time Sit and dine drink the finest wine Ice over Cristal Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile In a little while Better time and ride out To tha finest hideout Silver wrist and a twist Cuz the neighboorhood homes is a risk And uh do you really wanna ride wit me Sit back and hide wit me Conversate when you fly wit me You dont need to be touched on Makin love over rough zone Playa hater get crushed on Bumrushed on Peep the game from a playa Who survived in the rought streets Collectin dust on my spot from the cops heat Hit the block gon shop for some nice meat I dont roll deep Just a lil bit o care Cuz a brother wanna bail to the mall To ball wit all the blunts Treat me right you deserve some dough But never earn my trust Stop trippin you can wae the bun Sit back in the smoothe ride Hit the block for ya homies hollarin two time And i ain't thinkin bout ya other man All I'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz But it's right there Hook Ooooh na na na na na na Nobody's Home Nobody's Home (x4) My four five-oh hit the front door Got me chillin like a star Out the ro ro Place anotha hand on my Georgia bull But when I got out the truck all the hoes froze Checkin me out like I'm po-po Bring a friend dont go solo Let's bail in your car V-12 double-oh Got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe Three philly's from the store Got a place we can go Drie slow make a right keep it tight Now, park by the meter Roll the weed up Baby girl push ya seat up between the heater Playa Playa baby can i dirty dance wit you and ya friends Got a V-12 double-oh benz Plus you stackin the Benjamins Baby, puff puff pass and pull You can get hurt like that And why you wearin skirts like that Do he wonder where you at While he sellin zones you havin sex Puttin it down Givin up ya check See I'm a young playa Got game from tha vest I can talk a zebra out it sripes if it stand there and chat I can put my name on that And oh It's about four My mama should be walkin in the door So put on ya clothes Remember nobody knows Spray the air freshener before we go Do what ya doin But we gon smoke and ride playa like me and you Could never be alone so pickup the phone Baby I'm down in the zone (and nobody's home) Oooh na na na na na na Nobody's Home Nobody's Home Do you wanna take this chance wit me I know (I know) I know he be seeing you glance at me And oh, do you wanna live your fantasy Let's go to your place just you and me Take it slow Dont cry dry your eyes Despise the way that he treat you with lies I be ya Mary Jane ya everthing No pain I be ya moon stars and ya sun No rain See it's flamin when he leave us alone Come close Neverfind the brakes when I'm at your home I won't boast Or brag when I'm next to you True I do all the thangs ya man won't do For you So here's a few things to let you know When you're down Here's my number when I'm far away ]From your town So call me when you have a need For me And by the way did you leave in my pocket This G ???? Ooooh na na na na na na Nobody's Home Nobody's Home (X4) Nobody's Home (Nobody's home) (xx) Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P Nobody's Home(xx)

Who Am I

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(Chorus x 2) Who am I? Scar mother fucking face Who am I? A to the mother fucking K Who am I? Belo mother fucking Zero Who am I? Niggas Ain't Ready to Die (Scarface) Who the fuck am I? A born killer with no conscience Leaving niggas with holes in their heads unconscience No second chances Cos in this game no one advances You made your move and fucked up now the devil dances No scrilla for this just murderers with blocks To run up on their dick and hit em and get em hot With a 357 slug pointed at your nose Left a bloody mess and a note stuck between your toes You fuck with me nigga you're fucking with the warrior Anybody destroying you're packing the sig sauer Putting niggas off in body bags cos in this game you take no prisoners Leave it in blood Hare Krishna Nobody's breathing niggas stuck on getting even You die this evening insanity gon be my reason I trail niggas fill niggas and kill niggas I introduce the ways that are wicked to real niggas (Chorus x 2) (AK) Who ever epitomise And idolise my murderous skills With this vivid imagination and slugs that kill Off in the zone unorthodox with the world on blocks It's unexplainable how I got these bitch niggas locked Keep my eyes on my safe and keep this murderous flavour Since I picked up a strap I've had this murderous behaviour Spread the whole clip around and get the fuck outta Dodge I got a ride full of straps in my homies backyard It's too cold to proceed without a block to start Watch a gat blows him apart as the bullets depart Now who the fuck am I? Is the question you ask Can't be touched or fucked with is all you need to know It's 1998 plus you bitches got to go And y'all cain't fuck with me and tell em why My adrenaline rush on jump Plus you got my arm beneath grabbing with the double barrel pump (Chorus x 2) (Belo) I hear some niggas talking loud like we been stealing this shit Just say you hate me cock the bullshit don't you grip on my dick It's Belo Zero mother fuckers same sick ass nut Drink a brew and smoke some weed and blow your bitch ass up I put in work so recognise I carry my shit on my chest More respect and I neglect to come up back with the vest I never seen a thousand soldiers hit the dirt on your roll Fuck your chief and all the soldiers I'm a king on my own I'm coming with force down with Big Chief nigga Rapalot style Grip sixteens and triple beams will leave that ass on the pile Walk on down and see the light cos I'm not faking the shit I told you once that I'm a soldier I'm just taking your shit Now who am I a born killer nigga fuck what you heard I'm too delirious and serious I ain't like a nerd Fuck around and call the coroner dig your whole ass up Separate your head from the spam and leave your bitch ass stuck Nigga... (Chorus x 2) (N.A.R.D) Retaliation is a must I see niggas from behind so I bust My Desert Eagles gon to catch you when they duck Now what the purpose when they still gon get struck And leave they brains fucked up I don't know why they put they eyes on me Cos I'm a black material killer trying to keep it low key Now what it was they probably didn't know it was me But that goes to show em that fancy bitches focus just be They want to look up on my Rolex while I spot on my heat They see my Lexus car shining when I been on the streets With no ticket on it but still they try to find out what's in it It's a black nigga with a black chrome on the seat In the dark zone it's on And hell yeah I used to push packs Taking niggas straps and pimping bitches in 'lacs Matter of fact this shit I rap about I did before See it ain't no studio mother fucker just stepping through these doors (Chorus x 2) We can't be fucked with we can't be touched Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much Do Or Die Do Or Die Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much

Ultimate Shutdown

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Verse One: This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas think I'm token Cus I'm not workin And he ain't gonna setup shop If I die tonight then I pay the price But he ain't gonna take my block Mutherfuck them down Just give 'em them pack They'll keep on comin If a nig try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'mma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'mma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare to die fo' Keep one in the hole Better get your jack Cus I'm real when I roll When I'm up in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still won't miss With a gat an ??? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And that's so bitter If a nigga ain't a man He'll fo' fitter All them eyes on yours So you know strillah To a po' killa Think I'm doped gettin hype Trippin fiend bout to explode Dressed up black clothes An layin them hoes Tight when the bus gonna get low Cus ?? Let's work from the fo' fo' Blew the mutherfuckin' head Like a mojo She smelled like ho-bo Shes scattin' dirt Gettin work for the po-po Shut em down Chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Verse Two: Now it's my ??? brother Older niggas and G's For sellin weed on my spot But how in the fuck You gonna work my block Im supposed to be supreme chief In this area And since you didn't get up with me Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya The bigger the merrier I stack more G's So Im ahead of ya Im bettin ya The average field of a thousand niggas Ain't scared of ya So you have that nerve To cross the nation with your bitch ass Only got one proof That's why you kiss ass Cover your face While you get blast Them unseen murderer's Come in a dark mask So drop your Glock before That toe done tagged Or get smashed I'mma make them Feel a hundred of Berrettas Through they sweater I told you I was goin' get ya And knock you out the picture Chorus Verse Three: Now gettin my sack Get a mutherfucker whacked Kill a mutherfuckin nigga Over two keys If the bitch got beef with a nigga Its the nigga ?? And I'm all in the face with Uzi Shut the trick down Where the bitch now ??? cuts them all and the bitch down Lookin for the young punk Put em all in the trunk Get assualt with pump Cus they trick made Nigga all them flyin Dope fiends shy'in Callin security It's just ya punk ass Just ain't feelin me Take this an that Woke up in the mornin And kissed the gat Stash the patch Pass the gat While then fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ?? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush Home which we all Don't stress Bulletproof bullets Through your bulletproof vest Screamin down to the rain god Shoot for me Get your game guy Po-po just can't hang now Dummie blow Step on my toe What you own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before you lack up Ugh whole troop get stacked up Ugh Max up when you act up Shit watch me clown to shut em down Chorus: Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down

All In The Club

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Its about 1:51 in the club and straight packin With a five double-o playa playa who you back in You lackin - I'm all up in the club gettin' action With a ugh full of hoes I'm smellin' like a sack and You got my attention with your hips and thighs Make a pimp reach his peak With your hips and eyes Girl you know what you do to me Explain a monkey Cause' you actin' like you twenty-three Pass the hennessy Ballin' like you true to sin Now we all in the clubs that you be in Like BBD Do me in If that's the case Doin' head and slang off in my face And pump that ass This club track freek to the bass Hold it down till' we drop it Roll it, give it what you got, ugh Robbin' on my body baby till' you hit the spot, huh Dippin' big names baby roll it till' it get a wash Chorus x1 (Danny Boy) In this baby (In this baby) Why you wanna rub on me (Why you wanna rub on me) You lookin' at my Rolex Touchin' on my diamond ring You all at the club girl (Club girl) Shine up on a monkey on me (Puttin' them monkey on me) Don't try to get personal Why you want to hate on me... Why you want to hate on me Oooh.... See some hinney flip a penny Why you faking the funk Heads or Tails Anyway though you got bass in your trunk All the playas up on the side Come and smoke with me He live when he step rep with Kenny's Come and choke with me From poor man To rich man Rich man back to poor man All of us can party Livin' in this low land Ain't no favortism on this side of town What you do is bring your mob Bring it on or get down Better yet lay on back in your steady b-low Keep it real Buddy fats and why flexin' this close Even though we came to party Can't say ride, say ride In the end we fell like Biggie Now nauzea twa In the club off in the corner, pretty girl no style We can dip with no protection in the back of the car Bump and grind Who's left in line and this all because Playas we ball because It's goin' and it's on in the club Chorus x1 Don't take it personal oooh... I got a taste for some hennessy But like they said Now alazey put that man in me Now it's on from ten to three at the club tonight If you ain't grubbin' right You better be hookin' tight Who got a dubb to light You take a puff and you pass it nigga Wipe the dust off your truck And you pass the liquor Seven digits, figure what's the way to get picture (Diamond shinin' up my watch) And it's known to get you Picture me and you in the club actin' bad Pushin' in my love And we doin for the cab Bend it over Give a nigga flashbacks I'm about to test the pain Cause' you want me to tags at And where you friends at Baby don't worry get it low in a hurry Cause' when we finish this party You gone tell a whole story about who Me and you what didn't did do For your whole crew knew (??) I went through fool Chorus x1 (Danny Boy) Say ra, Say ra Manaj eh twa In the back of my car Goodness baby x3

Dog Shit

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

How to Rob

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[Produced by Trackmasters] [Intro: The Madd Rapper & 50 Cent] Yo, yo, yo, yo, you know who this is, boy, for real The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying? R.I.P. B.I.G., nigga, R.I.P. P.A.C.  R.I.P.—Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D.  Don't take this shit serious, we just bugging the fuck out One time But y'all can take it how y'all want it, word [Verse 1: 50 Cent] The bottom line is: I'm a crook with a deal If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street These industry niggas is starting to look like something to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, ''You want to see her again? Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM'' I have dreams of fucking an R&B bitch But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight? I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel on my nine Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man" Mason Betha, haha Come up off that watch now, I mean, right now The only excuse for being broke is being in jail An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell I'd rob O.D.B., but that'd be a waste of time (Yeah) Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold—like four mil? He got something to live for (Uh-huh) Don't want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll manhandle Case like "Dope, get on the ground You ain't with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now?" I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now, I'm bent, and when I get like this, I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece and run (Uh-huh) This nigga weigh four hundred pounds—how he gon' catch me, son? Huh? [Chorus: The Madd Rapper] This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Word) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound Like, "You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down" I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before (Uh-huh) That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!" (Yeah) Had Da Brat with em, should've had his gat with him DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell, homie I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ, but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take niggas' jewels and leave (Uh-huh) Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings (What) Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up Fuck the cab, the coroner's picking 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga, I saw you He said, "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all; he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep "One at a time, get out and take off your shine" Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's mine? I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens (Yeah) I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee That nigga still eating off Big first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enough—I told him, "Gimme some more" If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people, what! [Hook: The Madd Rapper] This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Word) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? [Outro: The Madd Rapper] Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying? And for real, you know what I'm saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch It really don't matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down 50 Cent ain't fucking around Trackmasters ain't fucking around Crazy Cat ain't fucking around The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around You know what I'm saying? So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses 'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

Southern Hospitality

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[Intro: Ludacris & (Pharrell)] We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we (throw dem 'bows) We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we (throw dem 'bows) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Cadillac grills, Cadillac mills Check out the oil my Cadillac spills Matter of fact, candy-paint Cadillacs kill So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills 20-inch wide, 20-inches high Ho, don't you like my 20-inch ride? 20-inch thighs make 20-inch eyes Hoping for American 20-inch pies Pretty-ass clothes, pretty-ass toes Oh, how I love these pretty-ass hoes Pretty-ass, high-class, anything goes Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty-ass bows Long john drawers, long john stalls Any stank puss make my long john pause Women on their cell making long john calls And if they like to juggle, get long john's balls [Chorus: Ludacris & Pharrell Williams] All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem 'bows [Verse 2: Ludacris] Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed Dirty South gurrls give me Dirty South head Hand-me-down flip-flops, hand-me-down socks Hand-me-down drug dealers hand me down rocks Hand me down a 50-pack Swisher Sweets box And goodfella rich niggas hand me down stocks Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold 40-Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold And rip out your tongue cause of what your mouth told Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D And you can sweat from a burn in the 3rd degree And if you sweat in your sleep, then you sweat from me [Chorus: Ludacris & Pharrell Williams] All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem 'bows [Verse 3: Ludacris] Hit by stars, hit by cars Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars Keep your girl close cause she's a hit, by far Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars Afro picks, Afro-chicks I let my "Soul Glow" from my Afro dick Rabbit out the hat, pulling Afro tricks Afro-American, Afro thick Overall country, overall jeans Overall Georgia, we overall clean "Southern Hospitality" or "overall mean" Overall triple, overall beams Thugged-out niggas wear thugged-out chains Thugged-out blocks playing thugged-out games All black, tinted up thugged-out Range DTP stay doing thugged out thangs [Chorus: Ludacris & Pharrell Williams] All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem 'bows All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga throw dem 'bows [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Nigga, throw dem 'bows Nigga, throw dem 'bows Nigga, throw dem 'bows Nigga, throw dem 'bows

Losin My Love

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[Intro] Day by day I'm just losin' it Could it be I'm losing my love? Could it be I'm losing my love? Could it be I'm losing my love? Could it be I'm losing my love? [Verse 1] Okay people, welcome me back It's been a hell of a year, but I'm healthy and back Long time no see, huh? Where I been, where I be, huh? In the street, huh Now I'm back to ride this horsey like, "Yee-ha!" Yee-ha yee-ha, giddy up now To the sound of the touchdown, A! I just scored a touchdown, yay! And I sit in a déjà, twisting the hay-ja I don't listen to rap, I listen to 'dre, I listen to "Hey Ya" I'm one hell of a fly, hell of a guy, who better than I? Nobody, I'mma tell you that And believe me, I never did lie, so [Hook] Could it be I'm losing my love? (For this rap shit) Could it be I'm losing my love? (Man, I've had it) Could it be I'm losing my love? (For this rap shit) Could it be I'm losing my love? (Damn, I've had it) [Verse 2] Y'all labels got it all confused, kid I'm not at all amused with The boring music y'all approving, it's all some bullshit Seems that y'all amused with Everything that got to do with party music Well, I ain't in a damn partying mood But we could still party too Just clap! C'mon clap! So steaming hot, believe or not, can't seem to stop, nope Til the day I get leaned and popped My breathing heart beating stop, so [Hook] [Verse 3] I might as well keep puffing my weed Like this shit just means nothing to me And I'm what I call "G's", y'all what I call "fleas" Y'all what I call "sucker emcees" So, all y'all sucker emcees, come along please, class is startin' Everybody raise your #2 pencil up! Now lay your #2 pencil down! And that's your career, after a year, so glad that I'm here So glad to be here, after a year, but I've had it to here With all this faking rap, shaking this, you faking that Homeboy, you are fake and wack. So please stop faking, jack [Hook]

Hey Papi

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[Verse 1 - Jay-Z] Ay yo I got a resolution This year I'm playing right No 6:15 this year, yeah, you can stay the night We can go bowling, it ain't like before Can't y'all see that I'm growing? I was so immature I was young and having money Having honeys come to the crib Dig in their shit And they couldn't get cab money from me Some bad chicks didn't get past the bridge I went to 1 Trump Plaza on their asses No room service, just snacks and shit Work with those Lil Debbies And when you're done, get ready The chicks I was fiending to smash Let 'em lean on the cash Will take 'em on long trips Break 'em with long dick There was no such thing as strong relationships But I'm off that player shit I need a chick that practice Tai Chi That still can buy weed And can give me some good head And I'll make her a mami [Hook] (Hey papi!) Even if they don't understand the flow They understand the dough, my ladies going (Hey papi!) Promise you'll never let me go Promise you'll never leave me Promise we'll grow [Verse 2 - Memphis Bleek] The only thing Bleek spinning is Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims Home, suspended from school again I'm grown, still ill, ladies love the ve-hi-cle, like "Bleek Can I feel up on your wood and grill?" It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain She give me good brain Love the way I push my slang Calling my jack soon as they hop in my V They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave Bet your man can't do it like this, like this I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this And I'm from Marcy, you catch me on anybody's block Reppin' th-the Roc Hoes, they all clock like: [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jay-Z] I was the worst, I used to switch chicks every day Had niggas mad, for real, like, "I wish he was gay" Cause they knew sooner or later hun was getting with Jay Just a matter of time: she was getting with Jay I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sipping on 'zae Spitting up in the Pacifics, smoking spliffs in the shade She used to love you, but she feeling different today You used to smother her. Look at your honey slipping away Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space She said she feel free when she's around me I'm letting her do her and, in turn, she's doing me She on the phone with her friends like, "How cool is he?"

BedRock

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[Refrain: Lloyd] I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Young Money) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Kane is in the building, nigga) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock I-I-I-I can make your bed rock [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, she got that good-good, she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her, or her attractive ass And now we murderers, because we kill time I knock her lights out and she still shine I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth; soccer team Cold as a winter's day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves steal your love and leave [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] I like the way you walking if you walking my way I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away Let's buy a place, with all kind of space I'll let you be the judge, and-and-and I'm the case I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder She don't ever wonder, 'cause she know she bad And I got her, nigga: grocery bag [Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns He say I'm bad, he prob'ly right He pressing me like button-downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike Be on my low starch, be on my egg whites He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest" And I'd just be coming off the top, asbestos [Verse 4: Drake] I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi I race for your love, "Shake'n Bake" Ricky Bobby I'm at the W, but I can't meet you in the lobby Girl, I gotta watch my back, 'cause I'm not just anybody I seen em stand in line just to get beside her I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her That's when we disappear, you need GPS to find her Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her [Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) [Verse 5: Tyga] She like tanning, I like staying in She like romance and I like rolling with friends She said I'm caged in, I think her conscience is She's watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN But when that show ends, she all over my skin, lotion Slow-mo motions, rollercoastin' Like back, forth, hold it She poses like it's for posters and I poke like I'm suppose to Take this photo if you for me, she said: "Don't you ever show this!" I'm too loyal and too focused To be losing and be hopeless When I spoke this, she rejoiced it, said "Your words get me open" So I closed it, where your clothes is? I'm only loving for the moment [Verse 6: Jae Millz] She ain't got a man, but she's not alone Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless, well That's what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah Look-look at how she walk, m-hmm, she know she bad Do-do your thang baby, I ain't even mad And I ain’t leavin' fast, I'ma stay awhile Hold your head, Chris, I-I'ma take it down! [Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock (Young Money, Yea , Yea) [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Mack Maine, J Millz) (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) (Tyga Tyga) [Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby (Drizzy Drake, Nicki Minaj) Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Hey Chanel, Lil Twist, Lil Chuckie, and Young Lloyd, AYEE!) My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (We Young Money) (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!)

Exhibit A Transformations

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[Intro] And his own story was as curious as his narrative The tale of his life is the tale of a writer of incredible vision An astute analyst and pundit A lyricist compassionate and callous A reckless hedonist and disaffected malcontent [Verse 1] I spit that, Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit Get that type of media coverage Obama get Spit that Kurt Vonnegut That blow your brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit Who gon' bring the game back? Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks? That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap, running with my same pack You can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at Life is like a dice game One roll could land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls The stench is like slave blood at Providence Hall, yeah They built my city on top of a grave Nigga die, a nigga get high and watch the parade Back in the early '90s, where they at, where they at Get the gat, get the gat was a popular phrase Bally Animals and Rugbys was a popular craze This the vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave I pave ways like Nat and Harriet I blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in the chariot, uhh I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains Ain't a damn thing changed [Interlude: Willy Wonka & Charley Bucket] How does he do it? My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims? (No) Or an eagle how it flies? (No) No siree, you don't! They do it because they were born to do it What you are witnessing dear friends Is the most enormous miracle of the machine age Behold! A confectionery behemoth! [Verse 2] They say Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream Blow a chunk of the levee out and spit me a stream Knock a man's house down and build a casin' A two thousand dollar government check from FEM' I swam down shit's creek and came up clean With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne It's the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue I'm splitting atoms, spitting flames Bringing change, things will never be the same I got the rap game singing At Last like Etta James Lames get they plane shot down like John McCain It's a dream, it's a dream The flow is elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King A lot of kings seen death and turn queen Crack they twenty-four-inch rims in the ravine Respect the architect, never test the Elohim Goodnight, this is Jay Elec, live from New Orleans [Outro: Napoleon Hill] My journey has brought me to an understanding Of the divine forces which we have all been bestowed It was in this search that I came upon a revelation Which has called me to guide millions of people towards their righteous destiny

Kick in the Door

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[Segue from "Hypnotize"] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your... [Skit] TREVIN JONES: Welcome back We're here on Bad Boy Television, and I'm Trevin Jones And I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper And quite frankly, he's very mad We're gonna try to find out why So we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from SHAY: Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle. And I just don't understand; why you so mad? Like, what are you so mad about? THE MAD RAPPER: Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why? Yo, first of all, you can't be askin' me no question, youknowhatI'msayin'? Who the fuck is you? TREVIN JONES: Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper THE MAD RAPPER: YouknowhatI'msayin? You can't be askin' me no question TREVIN JONES: It's a family oriented show THE MAD RAPPER: I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, youknowsayin? They drivin' around in hot cars, youknowsayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit TREVIN JONES: Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language THE MAD RAPPER: YouknowhatI'ms--? I'm still livin' with my Moms, youknowhatI'msayin? That's my word, youknowI'ms—? I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made— This is my fourth album, yo, this my fourth album I ain't made a dime yet This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aight, youknowI'msayin That shit was aight, it was cool But my shit is J—more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit And they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin'— "I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions, youknowhatI'msayin? Who is you? [Interlude: Martin Lawrence & The Notorious B.I.G.] I gots to talk I gotta tell what I feel (Mhm) I gotta talk about my life as I see it [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Biggie) Uh, uh-huh Uh, this goes out to you (Biggie) This goes out to you And you, and you, and you (Biggie) This goes out to you This goes out to you (Biggie) This goes out to you And you, and you (Uh) [Verse 1] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs and rapper-dons (Uh) Get in that ass quick-fast like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa You gotta call me Francis M.H White, intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin' Keep extra clips for extra shit (Uh-huh) Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap? The most shady (Tell 'em!) Frankie, baby Ain't no tellin' where I may be May see me in D.C At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbin' Fuckin' somethin', you should know my steelo: Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show To orgies with hoes I never seen before, so Jesus! Get off the Notorious' Penis, before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit I make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get — who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than "Great Adventure" Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?") [Chorus] Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Biggie) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 (Uh-huh) All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more (Uh, uh-huh) [Verse 2] On ya mark, get set when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get when you're marked for death (Uh) Should I start your breath, or should I let ya die? In fear, you start to cry, ask why, lyrically I'm Worshiped, don't front, the word sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get Stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishin', I punish 'em (Uh-huh), I'm done with them (Uh-huh) Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them, 'cause they nothin' but dicks Tryna blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique Take trips to Cairo, layin' wit' yo' bitch I know you prayin' you was rich, fuckin' prick, when I see ya, I'ma... [Chorus] Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 (Uh-huh) All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Uh, uh, uh) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Biggie) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" [Verse 3] This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y Fuck that, why try? Throw bleach in ya eye Now ya braillin' it, snatch that light shit, I'm scalin' it Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88 Sold more powder than Johnson & Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante You wanna get on, son, you need to aks me Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children, one shot — they disappearin' (Uh) It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue They lightweight, fragili, my nine milli Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny And you still recoupin', stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...

Ain’t Got Time The W. Carter Collection

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[Verse 1] Rolling stocky, kinda brocky on the streets where niggas watch me If you plotting I'mma prol'ly get to pop at your noggin I'm a Hollygrove problem, like "Follow me yeah Come and be my death volunteer," That's why I'm here, I come to get that scratch I done been to jail twice and tell them crackers I ain't never going back, huh? Rode through the city with the metal on my back, huh? Gave me a shot and I sent several of 'em back, huh? Gave me some money, they won't ever get it back now One million, two million, three million: I'm stacked now No more crack now, it's in the back for now Just in case she crack down I never back down, shit bitch, I might react now But, 4 million, 5 million, 6 million: I'm that now Where you at clown? I'm high in the sky You at ground, so set down you bitch you [Hook] Money on my mind, pistol on my side I make a nigga hide that pride I ain't got time for you bitches, I'm trying get these riches Real niggas know that vision I ain't time for you haters, I'm trying get this paper Real ladies know that labor I ain't got time for you snitches, I'm trying get them riches Real niggas know that vision [Verse 2] You motherfuckers know what I'm out here doing And you ain't gotta buy it, if you not into it Dope block influenced, blue pale light, scream I'm on that same ass block letting the bell ring Looking for the boy, the one in the back I could get your stomach out of your back I could make you shit better, this better, than what them selling They need drugs no penicillin and I'm the medicine man Yes I am him, yup-yup Hip-hip, hoo-ray, 20 hard came today And two large was the pay, and the Coast Guard said it was okay Bring them barge to the bay And my bitch looks like a DeBarge so I call her bait She put packs in her bra, and the keys in the case If she ever try to skate with the cake, and relocate I got her social and her birth date, bitch please [Hook] [Verse 3] I talk like a hustler, walk like a hustler Stripper attitude, only money make me move Dapper dan status, I'm the stunner part two I got an image to uphold, and my image do, too I'm off the scrimmage line like Emmitt 2-2 Why would the quarterback give it to you? I gotta hundred sacks, and a hundred women; French twist And we don't even talk, we just French kiss, I could never get pinched I'm rocking like a big pimp Momma only dated hustlers, so I could only commend them And never roll with a dummy on your hip Have the judge giving you a run-on sentence Never that, I keep the gun on for that business And when I'm not, I'm at business See that's that, mad business, peep the simplistics It's Cash Money, nigga, just live it [Hook]

Izzo H.O.V.A.

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[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for this dynasty H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Welcome, ladies and gentlemen To the eighth wonder of the world The flow of the century Always timeless Hov Thanks for coming out tonight You could've been anywhere in the world But you're here with me I appreciate that Uh [Verse 1] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA Was herbing 'em in the home of the Terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short with cheese, I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthing 'em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For sheezy, my neezy, keep my arms so breezy Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me Haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain't easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. wants to box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof, vamoose, son of a bitch [Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up (Holla at me) [Verse 2] I do this for my culture, to let 'em know What a nigga look like when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures Industry shady, it need to be taken over Label owners hate me, I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overcharging niggas for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks, so talk more bucks [Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up [Verse 3] Yeah, Hov is back, life stories told through rap Niggas acting like I sold you crack (Yeah) Like I told you sell drugs, no, Hov did that So hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats Smokers out back sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner focused on the ave Ladies in the window focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamppost, why I got my hand closed? Crack's in my palm, watching the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I've seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed and this rap game, the two things that's great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude? I gets busy [Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up [Outro] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

A Week Ago

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[Intro: Jay-Z & Too $hort] Uh-huh That's right It was all good just a week ago Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago Last week I had everything Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago I had the money.. had the cars, the bitches Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago And the jewelry.. And then my motherfuckin' niggas started snitchin' Uh-huh, uh uh, yo, yo Beatch! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Growin' up in the hood, just my dog and me We used to hustle in the hood for all to see Problems; I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Let him unlock doors off my keys Yeah, we spoke, much more than cordially Man, he broke bread with me, my business spread swiftly The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone I said: "Damn, dog! What, nine weeks and you're home?" He said: "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home." I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone Them crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin' I said: "The world don't stop, I got to keep..keep on." From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spy store to add some more features on my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe, ‘cause niggas is two-faced And they show the other side, when they catch a new case It's on [Chorus: Too $hort + Jay-Z] It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar, now you cryin' for bail Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill' I could bail out, blow trial and come around on appeal Had niggas thinkin' I was from uptown for real I had so much hustle, plus I was down to ill Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight to round 30 Freezin' on them corners, still holdin' my crack Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at? Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack You tell them Feds I said: "I'm never going back" I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious [Chorus: Too $hort + Jay-Z] It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago [Verse 3: Jay-Z] The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things All this after a week in the bing I'm mad at myself, 'cause I didn't spot the weakling I would've bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing Nigga, this was the oath, to the top or broke Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us We supposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that? Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry (that's right) The same game that make you math could make you die (That's life) It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who would've thought you'd get popped one time and rat? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad And your son gotta grow up, like, "This is my dad?" The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar You'll always be in jail, nigga, just minus the bars [Chorus: Too $hort + Jay-Z] It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago [Outro: Too $hort] Shit is crazy man All these niggas out here snitchin' We was one step away from takin' this crack money And recyclin' it through the ghettos And buildin' back up our own hoods Now all you niggas start snitchin' on each other I got partners doin' 15-20 Wouldn'ta been doin' SHIT If you didn't snitch, beatch! It's about time y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good, shut your mouth Just watch the game And don't snitch We'd sure go a lot whole further Believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house mane You know I got it Got it goin' on We got the money Ain't got nuthin' to do with crime baby But I'm recognizin' [Jay-Z] You rat bastard!

Cant Knock the Hustle

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[Produced by The Hitmen & Knobody] [Skit: Pain In Da Ass] Ah shit, okay, okay, alright Big man! You wanna make some big bucks, huh? Let's see how tough you are You know something about cocaine? Digame! You kidding me or what man? There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday - new guys They said they got two keys for us, for openers Pure cocaine, you tell 'em, capiche? I want you to go over there And if it is what they say it is, you buy it, you bring it back You can do that you make five grand Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday You get the buy money then Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money Eh, pobrecito JAY-Z's gonna stick your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked [Intro: Jay-Z] Bounce.. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all Check, check [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yo, I'm making short term goals when the weather folds Just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to free a big Willie High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shopping sprees, cop in three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah, yes Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha 50 Gs to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me Chrome socks beaming Through my peripheral I see you scheming Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming Niggas is fiending, what's the meaning I'm leaning on any nigga intervening With the sound of my money machining (brrrr) My cup runneth over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running Y'all niggas don't want it I got the Godfather flow, the Don Juan DeMarco Swear to God, don't get it fucked up [Chorus 1: Mary J. Blige & Jay-Z] I'm taking out this time (yeah, yeah, what) To give you a piece of my mind ('Cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Last seen out of state where I drop my sling I'm deep in the South kicking up top game Bouncing on the highway switching fo' lanes Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn Why play with fire, you burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'Til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle [Chorus 2: Mary J. Blige & Jay-Z] But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel ('Cause you can't knock the hustle) The way you make me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Yo, y'all niggas lunching, punching the clock My function is to make much and lay back munching Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew something to watch Nothing to stop, un-stoppable Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though: (who?) me Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight bananas; can a nigga see me Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son you're too eager You ain't having it? Good, me either Let's get together and make this whole world believe us, huh At my arraignment screaming All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even Thieving, as long as I'm breathing Can't knock the way a nigga eating, fuck you even! [Chorus 1 + 2: Mary J. Blige] I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real

Politics as Usual

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[Intro] You know how we do Roc-A-Fella... forever... [Verse 1] You can catch me Skatin' through your town, puttin' it down, y'all relatin' No waitin', I'll make your block infrared hot: I'm like Satan Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to Hustle behind the wheel, tryin' to escape my trouble Kids stop they greetin' me, I'm talking sweet to keys Cursin' the very God that brought this grief to be My life is based on sacrifices, jewels like Isis And fools that think I slip, you fuck around You get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy On some I-do-or-die shit, for real The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and Just think, winter's here, I'm tryin' to feel mink, nig-ga [Chorus] Politics as usual [Verse 2] I took my Frito to Tito in the district Blessed me with some VS Somethings I can live with: stop frontin' And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised No disrespect to you, make sure your word is true I'm takin' wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson Have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off You ain't seen money in your life, when it Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice I'm smokin' bros who pump Willie, I expose The furthest you Chiles been is the Poconos My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please 10-year felon, heavy on the wrist, I faze yous With the diamond flooded Jesus and blind your facials For life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight, nig-ga [Chorus] Politics as usual [Verse 3] You feel my triumph never - feel my pain I'm lyin' low in the leathers, I am, the best that's ever came The game changes like my mind just ain't right Rewind get this dough, I guess it ain't your night Suckin' me in like a vacuum, I remember Tellin' my family: "I'll be back soon"; that was December '85 and Jay-Z rise 10 years later Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot Got matchin' VCR's, a huge Magnavox Ten inch, green like spinach, pop wines that's vintage It's a lot of big money in my sentence Hittin' towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that Check baby one-two cat, yeah, I do that Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin' The drawers from droppin', the law from watchin' - I hate 'em [Chorus] Politics as usual

22 Twos

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[Audience clapping] [Intro: Maria Davis] Yo wassup everybody, this is Maria Davis Mad Wednesdays, we here tonight to have a good time (Yo! Start the show! Start the show!) Wait a minute; I see my man over there, Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil tape of yours, and it's phat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil freestyle? Put that champagne down, and kick a lil freestyle for me tonight [Intro: JAY-Z & Audience] Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Y'all motherfuckers must've heard that Tribe Called Quest shit Let's do it again! Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone... check this out [Verse 1: JAY-Z] Too much West Coast dick lickin' And too many niggas on a mission, doin' your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions That you're just fish in a pool of sharks, nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a ho I'ma call you a ho, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block too many times Rocked too many rhymes, cocked too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together 'Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines 'cause too many niggas ride mine So I change styles every two rhymes [Interlude: JAY-Z] Hah, what the fuck That's 22 two's for y'all motherfuckers out there, nahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? [Refrain: JAY-Z] Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot niggas clockin' my spendin' Exercisin' your gay-like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night Without the eight, right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen Administer pain, next the minister's screamin' your name At your wake as I peek in, look in your casket Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'" You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mine's thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? Nigga you broke, what the fuck you going to tell me? [Outro: Maria Davis & JAY-Z] Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aight) Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in '96? (No doubt, no doubt) Well, it is definitely the bomb! But you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know you've been havin' a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesdays, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back any time! (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, Ace, turn that music down. I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything, because we don't know how to go in places and act properly (Hey, shut the fuck up!) Wait a minute, wait a minute, who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here! I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out! Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech! Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'... we gotta build our own businesses, we gotta get our own record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got to put money back into our own community...

Aint No Nigga

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[Produced by Big Jaz] [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Fox Brown.. Yeah, Jay-Z, what I keep it fresher than the next, bitch No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver You got your own '96 somethin' to ride And keep your ass tight up in Versace, that's why You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, they connivin' Shit, the first chance to crack the bank, they try me All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas From the village to the telly Time to kill it on your belly no question Had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence They say sex is a weapon So when I shoot, meet your death in less than 8 seconds Still poundin' in my afterlife Laughin', my shit is tight, who you askin', right? [Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​] Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck you better) Sleeps around but he gives me a lot (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers) Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone ​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​ (Tell the freaks to find a man of their own Man of their own, man of their own) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah Fresh to death in Mo-schi-no, coach bag Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surroundin' your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan I keep you dove, but love You know these hoes be makin' me weak Y'all knows how it goes, B, and so I creep I've been sinnin' since you been playin' with Barbie and Ken and You can't change a player's game in the 9th inning The chrome rim spinnin' keeps them grinnin' So I run way the fuck up in 'em And wrinkle they face like linen I play hard until they say "God He's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard." Lord, don't even trip, shit, I never slip Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel When you niggas play sick we can all get ill Fox Brown.. (what the deal?) [Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​] Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck you better) Sleeps around but he gives me a lot (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers) Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone ​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​ (Tell the freaks to find a man of their own Man of their own, man of their own) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Ha, ha, right, right Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But, love, you know these hoes be makin' me weak Y'all know how it goes, B, so I stay deep [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illest snakes Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga So when you flip that coke Remember the days you was dead broke But now you style and I raised you, basically made you Into a don, flippin' weight, Her-on and shit You know the pussy is all that That's why I get baguettes, 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabbana to H Bendel, I'm ringin' bells So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin' On how I fuck the best and shit Especially when I'm sippin' Baileys Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push the Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters Before this rap shit, when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas And E classes with Mo in the glasses Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Bally's Now all your mens is up in your Benz's High post, I swear you be killin' me, playin' inside my pubic hairs I never worry about them other chicks 'Cause you proved who was your wiz When you was spendin' that bitch I took a little when you was up north, your commissary stay pilin' How you livin' large on the island? All them collects have me vexed, but when you come home Knew I was comin' off with half of them checks Now we on the rise Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes Holdin' this grip, cocked the En Glee-Kay and shit Fucks no, I see half of that dough Made you into a star, pushin' hundred-thousand-dollar cars [Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​] Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck you better) Sleeps around but he gives me a lot (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers) Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone ​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​ (Tell the freaks to find a man of their own Man of their own, man of their own)

Friend or Foe

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[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Check one, check two Shit, you know what to do Primo, Cold Crush when I give it to you [Verse] Friend or foe, yo, state your biz Ummm, you tendin' dough? Ah, there it is Me, I run the show, oh, and these kids don't like nobody comin' around here fuckin' with they dough for shit You enterprisin' though, and I like it But fuck with the big dogs, yo, I gotta bite ya Look, it's out of my hands And you gettin' money 'round here, it's not in the plans So hop yo' ass out of that van, head back to Kansas I'm sendin' niggas back up in campuses Chance is slimmer than that chick in Calvin Klein pants is Let me guess, they said it was money 'round here And the rest is me stoppin' you from gettin' it, correct? Sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel I'll take care of that, you'll soon see Now please give me the room key You're twitchin', don't do that, you makin' me nervous My crew, well, they do pack, them dudes is murderers So please, would you put your hand back in sight? They don't like to see me nervous, you can understand that, right? You draw, better be Picasso—you know, the best 'Cause if this is not so, ah, God bless You leave me no choice, I'll leave you no voice Believe you me, son I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done Now calm your boys 'Cause I'm findin' it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise Get the point, I'll let you go; before you leave I guess I ought to let you know, I need those keys And a promise you never, no matter the weather Ever ever ever ever ever ever come around here no mo', ha haha

Coming of Age

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[Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah... Come experience... life as we know it As some of you should know it Place: Marcy, Brooklyn Actions: well, y'all know the actions [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clocking my rocks He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock He likes the way I walk, he see my money talking To honies hawking, I'm the hottest nigga in New York and I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils He wanna run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear Then it's just enough for re-up again I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's To Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace That's just the natural cycle Nobody want to be like Michael where I'm from Just them niggas who bounced from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on [Chorus: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek] I'm out here slinging, bringing the drama, trying to come up In the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name I'm out here serving, disturbing the peace Life could be better like my man reclined in plush leather seats He's selling weight, I'm selling eight.. balls Sixteen, trying to graduate to pushing quarters y'all I ain't going to sweat him I'm a let him come to me If he give me the nod then these niggas going to see I'm tired of being out here round the clock, and breaking day And chasing crackheads up the block for my pay I'm staying fresh, so chickens check I'm trying to step up to the next level Pushing Vettes through the 'jects Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibrium And stunned, I'm waiting for my day to come I got the urge to splurge I don't want a lifetime sentence, just give me the word [Chorus: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) [Verse 3: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek] Hey fella I been watching you clocking Who me? Holding down this block? It ain't nothing You the man nigga, now stop fronting Hahah, I like your style (Nah, I like your style) Let's drive around awhile! Cool, nigga Here's a thou', A G? I ride with you for free I want the long-term riches and bitches Have it all, now listen to me You let them other niggas get the name, skip the fame Ten thou' or a hundred G keep your shit the same (On the low?) Yeah, the only way to blow You let your shit bubble quietly (AND THEN YOU BLOW!) Kid, keep your cool The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand Then you play your cards, then he through dealing I understand Don't blow your dough on hotties The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts And won't break 'em for nobody Hah, I like your résumé, pick a day, you can start From now until death do us part, nigga (Right!) [Chorus: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (and stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up ( and stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two)

Cashmere Thoughts

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[Intro] Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah What it is player? (You player, it's all about you How you gon' say that man) If I had your hand I'd turn mine in (Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off) Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealing that hoe money You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money (Check this out man, you run up on your bitches This is what you tell 'em Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot) [Verse 1] Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry Like a hymen, when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen Spitting venom up in the minds of young women Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar Might you remember, my shit is cold like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga - Jay-Z, lethal drugs 18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rapping them through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned 'Cause all beef return well done filet mignon The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough Spitting flow like fine wine down your earlobe I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb Then the predicate, with this rich nigga rhetoric I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know From New York to Paris, the vocal style vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, Now Notice the child swift like a Lotus Focus on the loc', I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye Yet I still feel the need to be fly I did die when I'm rapping then slide like satin You know the black I white china in the brain cabinet I never cry if I did I'd cry ice From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice Life's short, so play hard and stick hard And the only time you love them is when your dick hard [Interlude] Whoooh! (That's cashmere baby) Nah, you know, that's just laid back man (Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z) Cashmere baby (Motherfucking pimp that's what he be) Cashmere baby (It don't get no hotter than that baby) Sho' yo right, sho' yo right (Them niggas know) [Verse 2] Check it out, check it out Ghetto's Errol Flynn, hot like heroin Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your borough and I gotta keep your tricks intact 'Cause I walk like a p-iy-imp, talk like a mack, man The star player, the golden bar layer The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right I'm game tight, so why should it change tonight? Go tell your peeps dog I'm lethal until it ain't right I pimp hard on a trick: look Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot...

Bring It On

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[Skit] Aye, Purse, rack 'em up, man What you bettin', Biggs? Bet the same thing Ay, yo, I got next, man Yo, you got the money, man? You ass bettin' ass, nigga The shit is right downstairs in the trunk Don't trip; we parked right behind each other, nigga I'ma get the shit before we go downstairs Yeah, aight, what's up with that case, man? Aw, man, it ain't nothin Ain't nobody snitchin or nothin; you know our team is tight Still sittin on seven digits, unlike you, you broke ass nigga Fuck outta here, this cat right here This broke ass, ass bettin ass nigga Bettin five thousand ain't got no money Chili cheese face ass nigga (fuck outta here) Sandy cake face ass nigga (fuck outta here) (Laughter) [Intro: Sauce Money] Ayo, Jay, word up These motherfuckers fucking talking That comeback shit like they cooking crack Shit, I ain't fronting All I want my pockets green like slum change You know what I'm saying? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers, motherfucker, for real With no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown Roc-A-Fella clique, nigga [Verse 1: Sauce Money] Ayo, we patting down pussy from Sugar Hill to the Shark Bar Fuck a bitch D in the marked car We got the bad bitches gasping for air in Aspen Searching for Aspirin when I ascend, we swing You cling, we do our thing and bring Slinging your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to Beijing East coast host is hostile colossal Money flaring like nostrils for drug dealing apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me, Jay and Preemo, got it sewed across the board like Pokeno Teflon, make sure your jammy is full 'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college Street knowledge amazing to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded bitches with crystals Get fucked with pistols, just to see my shit, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella [Chorus: Fat Joe sample] Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the Pharoahe I cream, I diamond gleam High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggas wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's something dope for y'all to lean Liaison for days on end Money make the world go around so I made some to spend Can I live, did dough with my nigs, dividends flow Like the Mississippi Riv', looking jig Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano You ain't ready, I fondle trigger straight up, shoot my guns Horizontal, get your weight up, I am Two point two pounds You're barely a hundred and twenty five grams Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money Do the knowledge, due to few dollars, I'm due to demolish Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck? [Chorus: Fat Joe sample] Bring it on if you think you can hang [Verse 3: Big Jaz] Money is power, I'm energetic with facial credit Pure platinum fetish for cheddars Spread lettuce, heroes get deadish I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal John Stockton couldn't assist you Convoys of Benzes like we fouling in the U.N So what the fuck you doing? Whatever, nigga Fahrvergnügen, rugged yet polished Spanking dollars with the commas Banging bitches out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther Fry hotter, you die gotta, fuck with me witness mañana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callus Tip scales from mail to keep these niggas off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feeding me Steam a nigga scheming on the wrist action with the gleams Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream [Chorus: Fat Joe sample] Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Bring it on, if you think, if you think, if you think

Regrets

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[Intro] Stress... Sunshine, shade, geyeah [Verse 1] I sold it all, from crack to opium In third person, I don't wanna see 'em So I'm rehearsin' with my peoples how to G 'em From a remote location in the BM Scopin' the whole situation, like, "Damn!" Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cream But one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean It's difficult to read 'em The windows to his soul were half closed, I put the key in Pulled off slow, hopin' my people fleein' Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in Coppers was watchin' us through nighttime binoculars This time they got us on tape, exchangin' dope for dollars Make me wanna holler back at the crib in the sauna Prayin' my people bailed out like Time/Warner Awaitin' a call, from his kin, not the coroner Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner Beads of sweat, second thoughts on my mind How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets? (This time, stress, givin' this shit up, fuck) [Chorus 1] This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets On the rise to the top many drop, don't forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets If through our travels we get separated, never forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets [Verse 2] As sure as this Earth is turnin', souls burnin' In search of higher learnin' Turnin' in every direction, seekin' direction My mom's cryin', because her insides are dyin' Her son tryin' her patience, keep her heart racin' A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit But it's this game Love, I'm caught up all in it They make it, so you can't prevent it, never give it You gotta take it, can't fake it, I keep it authentic My hand got this pistol shakin' 'Cause I sense danger like Camp Crystal Lake and Don't wanna shoot him, but I got him Trapped, within this infrared dot About to hot him and hit rock bottom No answers to these trick questions, no time, shit's stressin' My life found I got to live for the right now Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands Once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets [Chorus 2] You used to hold me, told me that I was the best Anything in this world I want I could possess All that made me want is all that I could get In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets (When I was young) you used to hold me Told me that I was the best Anything in this world I want I could possess All that made me want is all that I could get In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets [Verse 3] I found myself reminiscin', remember this one? When he was here he was crazy nice with his, son I miss him, long as I'm livin' he's livin' through memories He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies In heaven lookin' over me, or in hell keepin' it cozy I'm comin', life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be Remember Newton, mutual friend? Well, me and him feudin', on your life I tried to talk to him But you know niggas, think they guns can stop four niggas Frontin' like they're Big Willie but really owe niggas Hoe niggas, this year I'll show niggas — think I'm slippin'? I'm about to send you a roommate, no bullshittin' But my hustle's goin' too well to hit him You was right, niggas want you to be miserable with them Anyway, I ain't tryin' to hear it, I think I'm touched This whole verse I been talkin' to your spirit a little too much [Chorus 1] This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets On the rise to the top many drop, don't forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets If through our travels we get separated, never forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets On the rise to the top many drop, don't forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets If through our travels we get separated, never forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets [Outro] Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Can I Live II

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[Produced by K Rob] [Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah, is y'all niggas finished, yo? Is y'all niggas finished? Got your little radio play, your little BDS, huh You finished nigga? Huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, yo, you're being stingy with the fucking music again yo [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yo, yo... yo I blacks out, I pulls the MAC out Scream "what's that about?", then I clap out I get my plot on and my drop on, through the rotten Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Pac on Feeling it (feeling it), chickens are ice grilling it Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devil's fire I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in Rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows, create criminal odes Sing along if y'all with me, 'til the end of the road I'm cynical, when in the view of the public And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews The percentage who don't understand, is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you? [Refrain: Jay-Z] Can I live, for all my niggas with all white Air Force Ones And black guns, stack ones yo Can I live, for all my chicks pigeon-toed Stand bowlegged like a bulldog, know what I mean, huh? Can I live, to all the cee-lo champs Two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll, heads, yo Can I live, to all my niggas who drink Hennessy straight Cop mixtapes and sell weight, niggas [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I got the Feds sending me letters, 'cause I'm schooling the youth But they can't lock me down, 'cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, that's a given Why is it? Why don't y'all try to visit the neighborhoods, I live in? My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you up more than try to defend you I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth And all I see is life cycle just repeating itself Ran into shorty bopping down the ave On his way to clocking math then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] Ayo there's money out there I just got to have When I catch up to these fiends I'ma knock 'em on they ass Not to brag, sometimes I look at my life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not to grab When I backed out, let one out, let the barrel turn Holla at you faggots that it's my block to burn That credit you dead it I know heads getting annoyed and knew all About a dope fiend before reading Donald Goines Flipping boy and, using the right cut One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't pump This slab gotta re-up and re-bag Blend it in with the raw, bubble it fast cop more Once I get it I got it I lock it, nobody pop shit Selling twenties on my block, bitch, on some blacktop shit What you want nigga? What you want nigga? What you want, what you want nigga? [Outro: Jay-Z] Can I live... To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat Trying to win with the construction Timbs yo Can I live... Yo USA, all my chicks that strip Boos go to the store with the doobie pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams Two kids, one job, and no man All my chicks getting that washing set with their welfare check Haha, all the mamis dame un beso, alright All my niggas rocking them fitted caps Trying to get at this rap, know what I mean All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no license I like that shit, I see y'all All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit Hahahahaha, rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Roc-A-Fella forever yo Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uh-huh Memph Bleek nigga, uh-huh uh

Cant Knock the Hustle Remix

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[Intro] [Verse 1: Jay-Z] We about to change this game here Check my pockets ain't nothing but game there I remain without fear Keep the lames clear, and the cats that's all about scrap remain here On top of this Metropolis My name is like a square Dropped off every tier Now y'all can swear to Jay Heard it the other day Through the mystery, we get it swiftly We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive Need cash to live with, the beat goes on Everyday is a hustle, the heat grows on Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes And the worst thing worst than getting old is not getting old Niggas stay low, like six-fours of shit and gold And watch the hoes with form fitting clothes And I hope they shine Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes Can't knock the hustle [Hook] I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are Baby one day you'll be a star [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Check this In a mans world need a girl to tough something Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something When I get home Then it's on Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs Love the way you behave and beg Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226) Life with me, consists of a lot of things Chicks in your ear hit the dirt cause you got hotter things But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business You know they can't love it, trips to LA with no luggage Came back with six bags struggling In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me Bank still off on me [Hook - Meli'sa Morgan] But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle) I don't want no romance, I just want the chance Can't knock the hustle for real [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Ever since you retired, working alongside of live wires In this rap biz with fake nigs, you know liars I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rapping for chips What part of the game is this? Seems brainless, on tours like whores guess what I'm saying I meant Cats that go all out for their gold plaques Started with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's Bet your lungs collapse if my funds get trapped On the weight of me through you, screw you Gun blew you, out of one then two shoes Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU! But that's my cash, I understand you hustle That's my cash, you don't understand Let my dough pass, you can show it love Like a rap star in front of the club But don't knock the hustle [Hook]

Burn Hollywood Burn

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[Chuck D] Burn Hollywood burn I smell a riot Goin' on -- first they're guilty, now they're gone Yeah I'll check out a movie But it'll take a Black one to move me Get me the hell away from this T.V All this news and views are beneath me So all I hear about is shots ringing out About gangs putting each other's head out So I rather kick some slang out All right fellas let's go hang out Hollywood or would they not Make us all look bad like I know they had But some things I'll never forget, yeah So step and fetch this shit For all the years we looked like clowns The joke is over -- smell the smoke from all around Burn Hollywood burn [Ice Cube] Ice Cube is down with the P.E Now every single bitch wanna see me Big Daddy is smooth, word to mother Let's check out a flick that exploits the color Roaming through Hollywood late at night Red and blue lights what a common sight Pulled to the curb, getting played like a sucker Don't fight the power...(gunshot)..the motherfucker [Big Daddy Kane] As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard Thinking how hard it was to those that starred In the movies portraying the roles Of butlers and maids, slaves and hoes Many intelligent Black men seemed To look uncivilized when on the screen Like, I guess I figure you to play some jigaboo On the plantation, what else can a nigga do And Black women in this profession As for playing a lawyer, out of the question For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term Even if now she got a perm So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee Cause the roles being offered don't strike me As nothing that the black man could use to earn Burn Hollywood burn "Now we're considering you for a part in our new production. How do you feel about playing a controversial negro?" "Yeah, I'm wid it. You mean somebody like Huey P. Newton or H. Rap Brown, right?" "Well, it's a servant character that chuckles a little bit, and sings." "Yo, man, what?? That's bullshit." "Hey Cube, Kane, Flav, listen. I hope you ain't wastin' my time. You know how I feel about givin' these movies my money, know what I'm sayin'? I work hard for it" "Yo, man, it's gonna be dope, man." "Chill, man." "Hey, I'm chill chill, but you know what I'm sayin', I just don't wanna, I can't go for this Steel Magnolia shit, know what I'm sayin'?" "Come on, man, it's cool." Ladies and gentlemen, today's feature presentation: Driving Miss Daisy "No, no, no." "Bullshit, just what I'm talkin' about, all this Terms of Endearment shit. I'm outta here, man, it's bullshit." "Yo, check it out, man I got Black Caesar at the crib, man, y'all want to go check that out?" "That's the idea. We could have rolled with that from the get-go!" "Fuck Hollywood, man."

Marshall Mathers

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[Intro] You know, I just don't get it Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe 'em somethin' The fuck you want from me, ten-million dollars? Get the fuck outta here [Chorus] You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) [Verse 1] Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? [Bridge] New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick Boy, girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it (Hahaha) [Verse 2] Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer (Hehe) And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (ahh) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow! Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots [Chorus] 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) [Verse 3] Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, [your attorney Fred Gibson’s a] faggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!) So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself [Chorus] 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)

Guess Whos Back

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[Intro: Jay-Z] Talk to me, man… (Ugh-ugh) It's your boy, Young Hov And if you turn the motherfucking noise up We can get right into the proceedings this evening The headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit Okay Now, we working with it (Ugh, ugh) The boy Face up in Baseline, baby (Facemob!) Welcome to New York City (Ugh, ugh, ugh) It's your boy Young Hov' (Chyeah, chyeah) Kanye West on the track (Woo!) Chi-Town, what’s going on now? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Let me talk to y'all for a minute Just gimme a minute of your time, baby I don't want much (Woo!) Let me talk to these motherfuckers Ugh! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Guess who's bizzack? You still smelling crack in my clothes Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes Take it back out to taxing them roads; when I was huggin' it Niggas couldn't do nothing with it, straight from the oven with it Came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth For the shit she instilled in me, still with me, pain plus work Shit, she made me milk this game for all it's worth That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me I'm calling "guts" every time, drag my nuts every time, homie We make a great combination, don't we? Me and the Facemob, every time we face off Face it, y'all—y'all niggas playin' basic-ball I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall (Woo!) Homie, I'm in the drop with the A/C off That's why the streets embrace me, dog, I'm so cool! [Chorus: Kanye West] Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know [Verse 2: Scarface] From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot, a jar and a spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rockstars and goons Plainclothes wanna run in my room (Woooo) But nigga, guess who's bizzack? It's your boy, Facemob Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake, dog Give niggas a break? Nah, you know how the game go Fuck you think I slang for? To go against the grain? (No!) I'm out here in grind mode, wrapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine ho and candy-paint the '88 Don't got no wholesale, 'cause that ain't how I wanna run it Here, take these five stones, and bring a nigga back a hundred Gotta set my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets, fool Money is an issue, and that's on the fo'-shizzle, my nizzle Your block warm, and I come by with the fizzle And make for sure I get to work mines, a car at a time We go to war, and you ain't making a dime, haha! 'Cause I got shit to lose; a nigga out here paying his dues My baby walking, gotta get him some shoes It's a new game brewing, let me give ya the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, ha It's a new game goin', lemme give you the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, haha! (Whoa) [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Guess who's bizzack? The boy, B-Mizzack (Yeah) AKA Mr. Crack-A-Brick (Straight) Turn a whole one from a half a brick Look, I mastered this, you can smell it once the plastic rips A hot plate'll make you swell up if you gasket-clipped You can make your chips swell up, you don't have to pitch Play them corners like a safety, watching traffic switch Young'un, never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz (Huh) And keep your whole hood on flip (Ugh) Like old box-spring, pissy mattress shit No, won't box a thing, strictly blasting shit I hug the block like quarter-water (Ugh) Shit, I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter 'Til, like, deuce in the morning With the old heads (Ugh), slangin' loose quarters (Quarters) This Philly cat back at it (At it) Still fucking with them crack addicts, still busting with that black-matic [Chorus: Kanye West] Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know

The Champ

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[Intro: Just Blaze, (Ghostface Killah)] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached. He’ll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back. He’s an animal, he’s hungry. You ain’t been hungry, since Supreme Clientele. Remember what you first told me when I took ya in. You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah). You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up). You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth, nigga). You ain’t hungry. Matter of fact I don’t want you in my gym. Get out of my ring, you disgust me… Just Blaze! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone Yo I ain’t got it all, that means I’m barely home Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance My arts is crafty darts, why y’all stuck on Laffy Taffy? Wondering, how did y’all niggas get past me? I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty My Wallos I did ‘em up, them bricks I sent ‘em up My raps y'all bit ‘em up, for that now stick ‘em up 10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what Y‘all staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh This is architect music, verbal street opera Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed That’s when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D [Interlude: Just Blaze] *Bell rings* Get out my face! No you ain’t got no mo? Don’t need no has been messin’ up my corner. And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off. Hey, fool, you ready for another beating. You should have never came back. Look here man after I crucify him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face. I’m the Champ! [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I’m James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet y’all didn’t know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin’ it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging, frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training Y'all still eating bacon [Interlude: Just Blaze] *Bell rings* Think nobody can. Don’t give this sucker no statue, give him death. I told y’all I wasn’t going away. You had your shot no give me mine. Now why don’t you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man. You think you going to keep me down. They don’t want me to have the title. Because I’m not a puppet like that fool up there. Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed. I’m the Champ! [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] I’m like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil’ on my left ankle Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch, that means I’ll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jagger, stones is rolling Prestige is cut to a T, spark when weed went up The coca leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Dukes’ tomato plants And jets get chartered, marquee shit with the cars on it The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit Back East, I’m a MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof and Supreme Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots, and rap belts belong to D.C.  [Outro: Just Blaze, (ODB sample)] Listen, I am bad, I said I am bad. I’m a bad man. I’m so bad sometimes I’s scare myself. Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I’m so pretty. Now who am I? (The man) Now who am I? (The man) Who? (The Man) That’s right and don’t y’all forget it… Ladies and gentlemen!. The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the world… (Ghost… face… Killah) *Cheering in the background*

Fat Cats Bigga Fish

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[Intro] Well, what do we have here? [Chorus] Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down [Verse 1: Boots Riley] It's almost 10 o'clock, see, I gotta ball of lint for property So I slip my beanie on sloppily And promenade out to take up a collection I got game like I read the directions I'm wishing that I had an automobile As I feel the cold wind rush past But let me state that I'm a hustler for real So you know I got the stolen bus pass Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear I see my old-school partner, said his brother got popped Pay my respects, "can you ring the bell? We came to my stop" The street light reflects off the piss on the ground Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW Which reflects off the fact that I'm broke Now what the fuck is new? I need loot, I spot the motherfucka in the tweed suit And I'm in his ass quicker than a kick from a greased boot Eased up slow and discreet Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet Didn't want to fuck up the come-up So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?" Bumped into his shoulder, but he passed with no reaction Damn this motherfucka had hella Andrew Jacksons! I'm a thief, or pickpocket - give a fuck what you call it Used to call 'em "fat cats," I just call them wallets Getting Federal: ain't just a klepto Mastercard or Visa? I gladly accept those Sneaky motherfucka with a scam, know how to pull it Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets Story just begun, but you already know Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm already low [Chorus] Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down [Verse 2] My footsteps echo in the darkness My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist I look down and I hear my stomach growling Step to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt All up in her face and her breath was like murder Damn, the shit I do for a free hamburger! Well you got my number, you gon' call me tonight? It depends: is them burgers attached to a price? I'm just kidding, I'ma call, even write you love letters Thanks for the burgers, um, hook me up with a Dr Pepper That's cool, you want some ice? Yeah, and some fries would be hella nice Damn my manager's coming, play it off, okay? 'Have a nice day!' I'm up outta here anyway I use peoples before they use me Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ That's what an OG told me Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the Victuals that I just got Came to a underground parking lot "This place is good as any, fuck it, it's all good" Walked in, found a car, hopped and sat up on the hood Ate my burger, threw back my cola Somebody said "hey," it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller "Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamborghini It was Rollses, Ferraris, and Jags by the dozen A building door opened; damn, it was my cousin Getting off of work, dressed up, no lie Tux, cummerbund, and a black bow tie I was like "hey!" "Who is it?" "Me" "Oh, what's up man, I just quit this company They hella racist and the pay was too low" I said "right, what was up in there though?" "A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation I know they got cabbage, owning corporations IBM, Chrysler and shit is what they said" Just then a light bulb went off in my head "They be thinking all black folks is resembling Give me your tux and I'll do some pocket-swindling" Finna change in the bathroom and not freeze off my nuts Lets take a short break while I get into this tux [Pre-Chorus] Alright, I'm ready [Chorus] Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down [Verse 3] Fresh, dressed like a million bucks I be the flyest motherfucka in an afro and a tux My arm is at a right angle, up, silver tray in my hand "May I interest you in some caviar, ma'am?" My eyes shoot around the room there and here Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier Background Barry Manilow, Copacabana And a strong-ass scent of stogies from Havana Wasn't no place where a brother might've been Snobby old ladies drinking champagne with rich white men Alright then: let's begin this Nights like this is good for business Five minutes in the mix, noticed several different cliques Talking, giggling and shit With, one motherfucka in betwixt And everybody else jocking him, throttling Found out later he owns Coca Cola bottling Talking to a black man, who's he? Confused me, looking hella bougie Ass all tight and seditty Recognized him as the mayor of my city Who treats young black men like Frank Nitti Mr Coke said to Mr Mayor: "You know, we got a process like Ice Ts hair We put up the funds for your election campaign And, oh, um, waiter can you bring the champagne? Our real estate firm says opportunity's arousing To make some condos out of low-income housing Immediately, we need some media heat To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet! Harass and beat everybody till they look inebriated When we buy the land, motherfuckas will appreciate it Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum" That's when I stepped back some to contemplate what few know Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community This is how deep shit can get It reads "macaroni" on my birth certificate "Puddin'-Tane" is my middle name, but I can't hang I'm getting hustled, only knowing half the game [Outro] Shit, how the fuck I get up out this place?

Pimps Free Stylin at the Fortune 500 Club

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[Boots as waiter] Fuck naw I ain't got no Grey Poupon [Rich female guest] Well anyway, I said, 'That's no burglar! That's my butler.' Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something [David Rockefeller] Yes, we have this thing we do with our voices We sing like authentic rappers [RFG] Oh David, you must do it for us [DR] Well if they could make this music more funky Let me see if I can get my voice like those rappers (clears throat) Here we go [Verse 1 - Boots as David Rockefeller] Well, if you're blind as Helen Keller You could see I'm David Rockefeller So much cash up in my bathroom it's a Ready-Teller I'm outrageous, I work in stages, like syphillis But no need for prophylactics I'm gon' up you on some mean old mac shit Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid Keep my hoes in check, no rebellions If your ass occur, shit It wouldn't be the first time I done made a massacre Nigga please -- how you figure these Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securities No impurities, straight Anglo-Saxon When my family got they sex on Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit Make the army go to war for Exxon Long as the money flow, I be making dough Welcome to my little pimp school How you gonna beat me at this game? I make the rules Flash a little cash, make you think you got class But you really selling ass and ho keep off my grass Less you cutting it, see I'm running shit Trick all y'all motherfuckas is simps I'm just a pimp [Hook] [RFG]That is so cute! John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well? [John Paul Getty] Well, what should I do? [RFG] Why don't you rap for us? [JPG] No, I [DR] Come on, old boy, I did mine [JPG] I [RFG] It's so.. tribal [JPG]Well.. very well [RFG]Oh goody! [JPG] But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures We will begin at the commencement of the next measure [Verse 2 - E Roc as Jean Paul Getty] Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getty I am tearing shit up like confetti My money last longer than Eveready Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose This is just like the stroll But the hoes don't choose, I chose you No voodoo can hoo-doo you From getting treated like a piece of ol' booboo. Who Do you think want those niggas that don't turn tricks? The loco ho in '94 is getting 86ed And all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps I got the po'-po's for their daily pimp slap The motherfucker gangsta, rolling Fleetwood Caddy I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy Lay you out like linoleum floors I'm getting rich off petroleum wars Controlling you whores, making you eat Top Ramen While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas is simps I'm just a pimp [Hook] [RFG] Oh no here he comes [JPG] Oh don't look at him [Donald Trump] Are you fellows rapping? I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing You know one two three [RFG] Well actually, we were just leaving Verse 3 - [Donald Trump] And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money She want all she want this she want the ? of fun X amount of this like this ? gap hear me Hol' up your hand if you love the money Hol' up your hand if you love pigmeat Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see

Dont Feel Right

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[Hook 1: Maimouna Youssef] It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, in the land of the unseen hand that holds trouble Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle But it's still coming across like the bridge and tunnel vision I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen That's the reason the system making this paper from the prison And that's the reason we living where they don't wanna visit Where the dope slanging, keep swangin' like Sonny Liston The money missing and there's mouths to feed Get the brain kicking, thinking of a thousand things Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs And pancakes, chicken and greens and Kool Aid? When the refrigerator naked and the cupboard is bare People got to strip naked, stick 'em up in the air Was it lies when they told you wasn't nothing to fear? Something don't feel right out here [Hook 1: Maimouna Youssef] It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same [Verse 2: Black Thought] Look, my eyes open 'cause I'm really a watchman And when I'm writing my thoughts out, really, I'm boxing My main adversary any silly concoction Freeze your face like botulinum toxin If you ain't trying to get popped, then give me a option Helicopters chopping from Philly to Compton The Jones, the Richardsons, the Smiths and the Johnsons If you ain't saying nothing, you the system's accomplice It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense I'm overseeing anything within my circumference This ain't a press junket, I ain't seeking responses I stand where the people got the heat in they pockets You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness I spin a dark web on some John Hitchcock shit If you ain't speaking your life, your rhyme's adopted If it don't feel right, then stop it, you know what I'm saying? [Hook 2: Maimouna Youssef] It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more Things don't feel right over here Lately, I ain't been seeing it clear It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yo, children working, weapon-producing Natural disaster got the planet in a panic We all got to make that living Sex, drugs, murder, politics and religion Forms of hustling, watch who you put all your trust in Worldwide, we coincide with who suffering Who never had shit and ain't got nothing But more struggling, it makes you wanna run up in the motherfuckin' Hot zone for a piece of the cake back I can't work for it, I can certainly take that I'm fired up, thinking about the payback, ASAP You fuck around, be a enemy of the state, black Ill, but that's too real for TV It's crazy when you too real to be free If you don't got no paper, then steal this CD Listen, man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me [Hook 2: Maimouna Youssef] It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more Things don't feel right over here Lately I ain't been seeing it clear It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same