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Letter 2 My Unborn

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[Intro] To my unborn child… To my unborn child In case I don’t make it Just remember, Daddy loves you [Verse 1] Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed, since I'm born to wile In case I never get to holla at my unborn child Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin' Tryna earn every penny that I'm gettin' I'm reminiscin' to the beginnin' of my mission When I was conceived and came to be in this position My mama was a Panther, loud single parent, but she proud When she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd Went to school, but I dropped out and left the house ‘Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin', so I'm out Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again or deal again My only friend is my misery Wantin' revenge for the agony they did to me See, my life ain't promised, but it's sure gettin' better Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child [Hook: Natasha Walker] I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you If you didn't know I feel this way ‘Cause I think about you every day I have so much to say [Verse 2] Seems so complicated to escape fate And you can never understand 'til we trade places Tell the world I feel guilty for bein' anxious Ain't no way in hell that I could ever be a rapist It's hard to face this cold world on a good day When will they let the little kids in the hood play? I got shot five times, but I'm still breathin' Living proof there's a God if you need a reason Can I believe in my own fate? Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way? Dear Mama, I'm a man now I wanna make it on my own, not a handout Make way for a whirlwind prophesized I wanna go in peace when I gotta die On these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy and no friends In case you never see my face again, to my unborn child [Hook: Natasha Walker] I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you If you didn't know I feel this way ‘Cause I think about you every day I have so much to say [Verse 3] Dear Lord, can you hear me? Tell me what to say To my unborn seed in case I pass away Will my child get to feel love? Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? ‘Cause bein' black hurts, and even worse if you speak first Livin' my life as an Outlaw – what could be worse? ‘Cause maybe if I tried to change Who'm I kiddin'? I'm a thug 'til I die; I'm a rider, mane Touch bases, eat lunch in plush places Regular criminal oasis awaits us If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there And I'm sorry for not bein' there Just know your daddy was a soldier: Me Against the World Bless the boys and all my little girls To the Lord: I'm eternal, restin' in peace Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child [Outro] Please take care of all my kids and my unborn child To my unborn child… This letter goes out to my seeds That I might not get to see ‘cause of this lifestyle Just know your daddy loved you Got nothin' but love for you And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I had ‘Cause I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind When you get to be my age, you’ll understand Just know I got love for you And I’ll see you if there’s a ghetto in Heaven If there’s a Ghetto Heaven, I’ll be there waitin' for you Heh heh, take care, run wild, but be smart Follow the rules of the game I know sometimes there’s confusion Rules of the game is gonna get you through it all day every day Watch out for these snakes and fakes Friends come a dime-a-dozen Be an individual, work hard Study, get your mind sharp, trust nobody

Cocktales

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These are the tales the freaky tales These are the tales that I tell so well You don't like my dirty raps? You can go to hell Cause $hort Dawg is on the mic spittin Cocktales [Verse 1] H-E-A-D All you washed-up hoes trying to throw that P You're just a big freak, you better not complain When you hear these cocktales and you hear your name If you a fake bitch, ain't no thing I'll pick up the phone and call Janine If I call Marie, I know for a fact I'm getting sucked in my drop-top Cadillac I met this freak named Naomi Straight dick-sucker, worked me and my homies She had a girlfriend, her name was Vickie I pulled her to the side and let her suck my dick She was fine as fuck, but can't fuck with Tina Tina, Tina, the sperm cleana' I took her to my house and I told her "strip" Baby got freaky - started doing the splits I said, "Bee-yotch! Do what you want Cause this true-blue mack won't even front" I fucked her with my finger, she tried to cum Pussy so tight it wouldn't give me none I'm Sir Too $hort, baby, couldn't be no punk I'm trying to get freaky cause I love the funk My dick is big and her nigga had a little one I didn't fuck her freaky ass but it was still fun I know you stop and wonder just what it is It's the California lifestyle that I live See I'm from the Crew, Dangerous, Bitch I get on the mic and spit that freaky shit I know this girl named Annette Get her all alone and she'll suck your dick Hella freaky, won't say no for shit You and her all alone, nigga, that's your bitch I know another freak her name's Joanne I always get the pussy cause I know I can Finest bitch around, ain't got no man Every time she cross my mind I go fuck her again She's like another freak named Christina Bitch so dumb, I named her "misdemeanor" Cause it had to be a crime to be that dumb I took her to my house and she let me cum in her mouth You know I did all that shit She got my number, if she beep me, I'm gonna call that bitch And go dig in them guts like a gardener If she starts screaming I'm gonna fuck the bitch harder [Hook] Cause these are the tales, the freaky tales These are the tales that I tell so well You don't like my dirty rap you can go to hell Cause Short Dogg's on the mic telling cocktales [Verse 2] I meet the groupies, hookers like Kathy Fucking MC's cause she's so nasty See her backstage trying to throw that ass She just like the freaks and she had to pass me that pussy You can't stop the bitch Let her roll on vogues then I drop the bitch My name is Short, my game is long I freak these hoes and sing these songs I know a bitch named Stephanie Do anything she can to have sex with me She really don't bring out the best in me But I love her fine ass laying next to me She's like another freak named Nicole So damn sprung on my diamonds and gold I took her to my house, she gave me the panties I fucked her so good she told her friend named Angie Angie called me up about 2 weeks later Talking some shit about "do me, player" So I did her just like Tamara Taking naked pictures with my Polaroid camera Next they told a bitch named Raquel Got my skin all under her fingernails She was digging in my back while I grind the shit That was way back, now I can't find the bitch But if I do, I'll probably do the same again Break the bitch for everything, cause I came to pimp I'm Too Short, baby, I don't stop macking I grab the microphone and I don't stop rapping You can bet your life as I spit these raps I'll be fucking 'em up like that, bitch I know a bitch, her name was Sherry I had to cut her loose cause she wanted to get married Pussy so good and I do mean very Sometimes it's shaved and sometimes it's hairy I'm Short Dogg, ain't nothing nice You ever make me mad and I'll fuck your wife Have fun with your bitch and have her sprung on my dick I guess I'll pull it out and just cum on your bitch Like my other little tramp named Erica Anywhere I want to fuck, that's where I fuck Cause she's the freakiest bitch in America And every time I get the pussy, I just tear it up Cause these are the tales, the freaky tales These are the tales that I tell so well You dont like my dirty raps you can go to hell Cause Short Dog is on mic tellin' Cocktales Be-yotch! And it dont stop to the beat

Welcome to D-Block

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[Introduction: Jadakiss & Eminem] (Fucking prick!) This is my livelihood That you fuckin' with! A-ha! This is it right here, baby! (Ahaha) No more hating in the world (Haha!) You know (Yeah), it's gon' be what it's gon' be Ruff Ryders! (Let's go) [Hook: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Place where ain't nobody that proud, it's a fucking black cloud That got people under the impression they can act wild Working around though 'cause if you can pull a trigger on the pound, yo Five minutes flat, the whole town know Lotta assuming a nigga's salary More lies than truth, definitely more rumors than reality Only way you beating a body's technicality Other than that catch 'em in Clinton on the gallery The determination and dedication and discipline Listening, catching the jewels that you was missing And they still doing coward shit You know the hate is gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it Something in the air but the older they get They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick We don't play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say 'em exquisite Anytime you can pay us a visit [Hook: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Verse 2: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, the mighty, mighty D-Block The place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers I wouldn't be caught Without two pistols on me that'll be cocked in each pocket D-Block don't even stop to talk, you just keep walking Stick up kids every block who watch for every opportunity As soon as you leave out that jewelry shop And you won't even notice your mind will be so Preoccupied with that new watch you just copped You won't even see that ride pulling up alongside you You'll be shot 'fore you even realize you were spied on for three blocks D-Block the place where O.G.'s get knocked, locked up Get out, come home for a week and get re-knocked You won't even see cops, hip-hop police don't even stop On D-Block, where everybody wants to be 'Pac And you can get popped over the new G-Unit Reeboks [Hook: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got niggas on the run And you rep where you from, nigga, you D-Block! And you trying to come up and your pockets is light as a cup And don't give a fuck, you D-Block! Ayo, bang-bang nigga, let's get it on Always been a monster, but its worse now that my son's been born And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free It's D-Block, motherfucker; ayo, grab this, P! [Verse 4: Styles P] Welcome to D-Block, a place where little niggas is killas And the mother's raising the sons to turn into gorillas And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger More ignorant, you send us to jail My niggas shoot anything that'll move Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon I'd die the way I stand, with my man if I can, when the shells come This is D-Block, y'all welcome! [Hook: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Outro: Eminem] Ruff Ryders!

Money Flow

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(N.A.R.D.S., talking) Now for some typical reason, I'm rollin' up on some ho's And pattin' my back seat, haha, my pimp lyrical tactics Just like a dirty kid flippin' on a matress Now flex this... (Verse 1, Twista) Now I just be On the front porch, with the torch, ready to scorch Two women peepin me, cuz frequently I'm gone In the zone, they havin' thoughts of freakin' me Keepin' me company, bumpin' me for the frequency I'm on They can see I'm a cool muh-fucka, kickin' it petty Down with the Kango on my razor fade Peanut butter complexion, two silly processions Two Phillie's, a fifty sack of some reefers, and a razor blade Like a game of Spades, cut the bullshit These days was made, for me devise strictly games that paid Women freakin me, greedy, lickin me, doin body graffiti Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age? The players in the Chi, Twista and Do Or Die You not gon' relate if you vibin' on the shit I'm thinkin' up The style of flow is a vocal calico To show you with the mic I be speakin' of, afterwards we can uhh... Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and Glock Try not to pass the block, gettin' more high than a astronaut Sippin' After Shock I ball cuz of C-Wall and Rap-a-Lot Let's keep partyin' to crash the spot Plenty Henny for my crew, and I ain't even broke up half a knot Keep on holdin' me, while I roll a B, we can "Smoke and Ride" And you can play with me to keep the passion hot Don't you know how the money flow? (Hook) Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow (Verse 2, Belo) Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex Fine gear, fresh car, heavy on the skin tech Money clean like Windex Givin' up the Ave. like a brother gonna pass up the "Ho Check"? Ho flexin' on the avenue, laid back sippin' a half a brew So I see if I can have a fruit A creep show acts a ho, when she thinkin bout me havin you She laughin' too, and pass a few, B's around Smokin trees til' the leaves come down Should be callin' dame skeezer now, show em the paper They be caught up at your crib with they pants'es down But money maker want a triple take Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight See him ridin in the C-A, D-I, double-L, bumpin' A-C, always Stackin' paper in tall ways Pull 'em off the small ways Waitin' for the ho's in clothes, and I'm supposed to be, all day Parlay, parlay, in the door, that's how the money flow (Hook) Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O Don't you know... (Verse 3, AK) Bend the block with the indo, blowin' out the window Rolex on my side door, laid back in the slow flow Gettin' paid as the night go I see some fly ho, tell me where you crib at? Where's the place we can get back? Hit you on the phone, see if you all alone So we can get it on, baby just kick back Swiggin' brews and Perregnon Thick chick with D magazines, bangin' AK (to where) to the pen And to tell all my niggas to keep it strong They ain't got long (to what) to see Where the niggas seein kick it where a nigga kick it But where I go, Cadillac to the show Po Pimp, fuck the dough, hit the stage and become wicked Get the money and ride out, go back to the hide-out Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out I'mma pull my surprise out Then my boys just slide out, but two girls were chasin' Gettin' paid in Chicago, been doin' this since the nine-oh Comin' up, put it up, on fine ho's Let the money flow (Hook) Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O (Verse 4, N.A.R.D.S) Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up with ho's And I'm pattin' my back seat I pimp lyrical tactics, just like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress Never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit Then We dip through the Chi, in a truck like a Lexus Rollin' blunts, while ya bobbin' ya head to the censorship While you waitin' for the next hit Motherfucka makin' money just wanted to take a look at the Mid-West Put my color in Spend my money in the Souther-an Motherfuckas steady stutterin', but I'mma come from the heart for start To stop all the niggas, the bigger the trigger, the larger the dividends Pimpin and deliverin', leave 'em shiverin' The money flow like a rig-a-lin But really though, could you tell me how the money flow? (Hook) Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how the money flow Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O

I Came for the Money

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[Intro] I heard this nigga be right here man Up in some bitch crib up here on the third floor Yeah he come out this building I'm a warm his ass up This nigga playing with the money man, fuck This nigga been ducking me all fucking week man [Verse 1] I'm waiting on my green like I'm sitting at a red lightIt's been a week nigga better have my bread rightHeard if the head right nigga there every night So I'm outside in the ride no headlightsGot the semi 9 with the red lightHe goin' give me mine or he dead alright It's a dead night nobody on the block In the morning John Doe body on the block I'm waiting crazy on the day I got the fucking call This nigga and his bitch shopping in the fucking mallI'm blowing up his phone, pussy nigga ducking calls Spending my money on the slut who's sucking balls Heard he in the club popping bottle after bottle Whatever car he in that's the ride we'll have to follow Can't wait to walk up pop him hollow after hollowPass me that shit son here this nigga go [Hook: Repeated] I came for the money I ain't here to play with ya'll [Verse 2] I caught him walking out the building slow Quickly I draw the toastYou shoulda saw his face look like he saw a ghost He kept backing up I'm tryna draw him closeHe saying "chill I know what I got for ya Los" Give me a lil time a nigga got jammed in jailYou know my fam Jamel look like Sam CassellGot knocked with like 900 grams of scale On 75 north Alabama saleI don't know the nigga don't give a damn as well You no negotiator and I ain't SamuelI squeeze 2 then the chamber got jammed with shells And they say life is a gamble well Guess today was his lucky day He gotta move now I know where the fuck he stay Catch his little chick and fried up Kentucky way Bet if he flashed that she know where the stash at [Outro] That bitch know where that money at man That's what we going to do, we going to lay on this bitch This nigga going to come through here, that's it This nigga playing with the money

Bomb First My Second Reply

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[Intro: Press Release] In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli." Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artists' street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail inter-chart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album, resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr Shakur but of Death Row Records as well. Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac's – excuse me – Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers. JAY-Z from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever, and several other corny-sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this release. The question everybody wants to know is: why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac – rather Makaveli – was not available for comment but released this statement: [Spoken: 2Pac] It's not about East or West It's about niggas and bitches Power and money, ridaz and punks Which side are you on? *Heartbeat* *Gunshots* *Encroaching footsteps* These niggas is still fuckin' talkin'? You niggas still breathin'? Fuckin' roaches A'ight, it's the Raid on cockroaches Punk motherfuckers, this is it (Makaveli The Don) Killuminati Style (all day) (up in your ass) (Bomb first) (Outlaw Ridahz) Solo shit, bring it! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like The Holy Qur'an Niggas get shook like 5-0 My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival Money-makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it Expose snakes ‘cause they breed freely See me rise, located worldwide like the art of graffiti I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty Born on a dope fiend's titty, (huh) in every city You'll find me, look for trouble right behind me My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know I mean? I hit the scene, niggas duckin' from my guillotine stare I'm right there, my every word a fuckin' nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall This for my dogs, down to die for y'all Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em Cut ’em down, to Hell is where we send ’em My whole team trained to explode, ride or die Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them "my bitch-nigga eaters" And not a whimper until I'm gone Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride Oh, how do we do these niggas, but I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killer, JAY-Z die too Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga, when I find you Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay! West Coast rider, comin' right behind ya Should have never fucked with me I want money, hoes, sex and weed I won't rest until my road dog's free – bomb first [Chorus: 2Pac] We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first [Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean] For so many days, in so many ways we've been duckin' strays They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers Got nuttin' to lose, I gots nowhere to go I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general And I be a soldier on a mission, sent to do what you'll never do And that's ride for the cause, yes, I'll die for the cause You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch, yo I'm dyin' with yours Kamikaze, sicker than a ma'fuckin' Nazi Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi" If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfuckin' cash, mane Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? Narcing service E.D.I. Mean, born worthless That's until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch! [Bridge: 2Pac] Biatch! Come on, bring it, down with it! Then we ride Come on, bring it Bomb first when we ride Hey, get that nigga! [Verse 3: Young Noble] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin' patent leather Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough Half rapper, half drug kingpin, you're tellin' fairy tales, dunn "King of New York" like you the motherfuckin' one? But I'm from Jers', we don't play that shit From the Clare down to North Bricks all my niggas flippin’ chips Gettin’ rich, even though it's hard Tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolve' With no warning signs, ‘cause yo, my man took five Now I'm the youngin with the 9 ready to put in my time [Outro: 2Pac] Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die G's and thug niggas on the rise Plan, plot, strategize, but bomb first We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die G's and thug niggas on the rise Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first [Segue to "Hail Mary"] Let us pray, my nigga 'Cause we definitely have sinned

Death Wish

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[Verse 1 - Jadakiss] They must got a death wish Cause they was on the road to the riches Back in the day, but they got off on the exit Real disrespect shit Whenever a nigga try to fuck up your investment, it's hard to digest it These young niggas don't wanna get punched in they faces So they keep the burner on 'em, and catch a bunch of cases These old niggas still think they living in the 80's And shorties that they knew since they were babies turned crazy The bitches still holla at anybody lookin' like they gettin' a couple dollars Could fuck, suck and swallow Ain't nobody winning, but everybody can't lose The dirt's still there, funeral home ain't move Going in, coming out gang affiliated You'd rather go back before being humiliated A black cloud over the hood, you can't escape it Dust smoking niggas walking 'round in the matrix Loyalty is thin, the tension is thick Look at a broke nigga's face when you mention a brick Stick-up kids come around when they sense that you rich Candles and lizzle get lit when you get hit with the fifth Niggas that used to hoop dream is now selling the piff And they still ratting but you can't tell if you stiff Especially when the Tec spit Fuck around get your head, and your neck hit, looking for a death wish [Hook] Talking out your mouth, all reckless To a nigga that you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish When your heart stops, and your body gets breathless And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood and realize that your chest is hit And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish When you know a nigga, whole style's on some next shit And you violate 'em that's a death wish [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Young Money! Ahh, I be on that way left shit Better get right or get left shit Better hit right or get left hit Even if you threw the best pitch Yes bitch it's Weezy-F bitch, I'm the best bitch Motherfuck your guest list, I be like, let's just Kill him and get breakfast, neck slit Next shit expect this, every time you check this I'm exit, I mean, excited to be your death wish Bitch I wear this G shit on my heart, not my necklace And I keep the Heckler for the hecklers And I'm from the Mecca of the reckless with a record-breaking death list The reckless and neglecters think the election won't affect us I'm high above you, above law, above average Niggas snitching, put niggas in a can like a beverage Damn! I pop at your head, fuck up your memories I put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce Yeah, if you don't remember shit you goin' remember this I'm knocking niggas down this year, I'm on my timber shit Big lion growl at you niggas on that Simba shit I'll be on that "Fuck yo' clique, I'll kill every member" shit Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit And they could buy your bag with body parts sold separate Yeah, that's a bet bitch like Russian Roulette bitch Weezy be the genie in a bottle, here's your death wish

6 Minutes of Death

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[Verse 1: Jae Millz] Millz break the block down from A to Z I could supply you with work, little nigga, I'm like a temp agency I'm in the kitchen, wood chair with the feet broke Soft white got the table looking like a ski slope Fuck going out, me and my money elope And most niggas rap about money but they be broke My man went to Morehouse and had strong blow So I had him pitching in Atlanta like John Smoltz Nigga, money make the world go round And a stack of it'll make a nigga girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goose get the bitch loose And after the crew, I'll have her licking on her sis, too We getting money where I'm from, nigga (Harlem!) We getting tired of your chick, tell her pack her shit Come and get her, put her onto some shit, and get her grind right Get her mind right, fatten the ass and get her spine tight I'm the flyest Most niggas want a deal with Nike I'm like, dumb nigga, I'm tryna buy it I need percentages, I don't care who the hottest Little nigga, I think big like Christopher Wallace And I won't stop until my grandkids' grandkids sitting on dollars And I ain't even a father, nigga, call me Your Majesty Young, black and fly And when it come to dough I got a Jewish mentality Little fuck niggas still trying to battle me I go in their mouth like I'm a dentist looking for cavities I don't know why your mans hyped you with that battery I'll hit your whole team with caps, and I don't mean salaries, nigga Already got dough, now I'm chasing the power I'm the statue, stand tall cause I'm replacing the Towers And these niggas washed up now, they faces is sour Mad cause they broke and lonely and I'm making them dollars With enough divas to spread out to ten cities I can throw assists all night like I'm M. Bibby Harlem got a fucking reason to front now Uptown, let's go, we got a reason to stunt now I told Joey and Stack shit ain't intact Captains lost our city now we gotta get it back Nigga, you can take it how you wanna But ain't nothing impress me for the last three summers I don't give a fuck how disrespected you may feel Nigga, see me when you see me It's whatever, it's Jae Millz, motherfucker [Verse 2: Stack Bundles] Nigga, the booth feel better when real 'round it Still round it, dress square but a nigga well rounded Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better than most niggas my first two Lil' years in the mixtape league Now it's bidding war time, I got a Bloomberg league So the hood's overwhelmed They know it's the voice of the hustle Whenever they hear son up at the helm Son give 'em hell like Daniel in The Advocate The fans fiending for it, they got the addict itch That's the bundles, put it all in your nose These niggas is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows Ho's, that's a topic you don't even wanna touch on I face-fuck the ones you couldn't touch on Hand brushed on see the denim, know what these 'bout The Antik's, Red Monkey's, or Vi's out Y'all bring the V's out, I can even splurge GT's wasn't me so I'm leaning towards the Spurs Leaning towards the furs a lil' more to my nature Mink, coyote, fox all in the nature I get it in blocks I'm the Seymour Cake-ster I give it on the arm, you can get it from me Cause if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is making more for profit off Super Size I spit the truth inside, niggas wrote the fake shit These niggas practicing snitching, y'all on some jake shit Millz spoke on it, I agree with him Can't even spar with niggas, what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Purple Cassette So when you mention my name these niggas get offended No chain on, just a five star pendant General of that Riot so Squadddd Up Feeling real prestigious hopping out that Porsche truck I'm on top of my game and still climbing They're not fucking with him, can't even peel off his hymen [Verse 3: Joe Budden] It's the nigga with the mask on that would yack dude for jewels Ain't gotta say it, that dude the truth, make me put that tool to use And these niggas that be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf Not Tourrette's, gotta rep my team to the end Lambos to Ferraris to the Beamers to the Benz If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will Only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my Timbs Hat low, it's not a weak link in my squad I'm LL, in too deep, I'm thinking I'm God Far as rappers, I'm thinking they're frauds Call 'em all Rubix Cubes cause I really used to think they was hard Ha! For once trust me, you don't wanna start problems The pound will make you Eddie Curry with a heart problem So if you on the block with only a few grams, man Then you a bird nigga, Toucan Sam And any beat, I'mma air that, rappers just gotta wear that Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me? Thank god he ain't fucking wit that red line Cause I'll murk any nigga that disrespect mine If it wasn't Fed time, or lock up or rec time Dude'll be a Daily News headline You ain't the best, what memo got sent? If you got dogs, what kennel they in? So if you wanna get fresh like a Mentos mint Then it'll tempt those men with clips longer than Leno's chin There ain't no type of guts wit you You Terrell Owens, them niggas that wear eagles They don't even wanna fuck with you Me, fam? I was pimping weed dirt Back when niggas used to rock Simpsons t-shirts I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any nigga Big man or skinny nigga, dare a dude tempt me, nigga Auto or semi, nigga; dump till it's empty, nigga They don't even want you in New York -- you like Penny, nigga Check the time -- it's around that hour Little niggas, they ain't 'round that powder They ain't super or Luigi or Mario, ain't found that power Plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower Cowards, know the toys bust loco While they trying to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo And yea that 5 slide and clock I'm the million dollar baby, but I won't die trying to box Don't want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all I don't believe 'em when they say that they supplying the raw You don't move white, you lying, dog That's a never-ending story without the white flying dog Son, these dudes is broke, don't know the feeling of bread They in debt, tampon niggas, still in the red And the fans keep asking if ya man stopped beefing I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em, "Stop reaching" [Outro: Killa BH] Ah-ha, stop reaching! Killa BH, son! I'm ready to rock Yo, ah-ha When I come through, I'm like...a something I can't remember I'm that nice Like the spice Ah-ha I can't even spit right

Welcome to the Terrordome

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[Intro: Samples] "Hey!" "This—" "This is a journey—" "—jour—" "—journey, through sound" "Would you join me, please, in welcome-in-ing—" "Hahahaha" [Verse 1] I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose Here's your ticket; Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black attack So I sack and jack, then slapped the Mac Now I'm ready to mic it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like, "Me go solo" Laser, anesthesia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven, what I'm givin' up X on the flex, hit me now I don't know about later As for now, I know how to avoid the paranoid Man, I've had it up to here Yeah, I wear got 'em going in fear Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago Not quitting, though signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from getting jerked Checkin' some ways (Ways) To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold, never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am, God knows, huh! 'Cause it's coming from the heart What I got, better get some Get on up, hustler of culture Snake bitten, been spit in the face, huh! But the rhymes keep fittin' Respect's been given, how's ya livin' Now I can't protect, a paid-off defect Check the record and reckon an intentional wreck Played, off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin' off Known as fair and square throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone, my home is your home But welcome to the Terrordome [Interlude] Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it "Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing..." [Ad-lib: Flavor Flav] So long now, have a good trip! Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me! Me, that's who! Who I trust? Who I trust? Me, that's who! Yo, who you trust, man? [Verse 2] Subordinate terror, kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My '98 was '87 on a record, yo So now I go Bronco (Oh Chuck, they out to get us, man! Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Chuck, they out to get us, man! Yo, we gotta dust these boys off!) Crucifixion ain't no fiction So-called chosen frozen Apology made to whoever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think, reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag from the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say, I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never knew or had a clue Word was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate, who's celebratin' with Satan? I rope-a-dope the evil with righteous, bobbin' and weavin' And let the good get even C'mon down (C'mon!) But welcome to the Terrordome [Verse 3] Caught in the race against time, the pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes while I'm bending 'em Snakes blowing up the lines of design (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing...) Trying to blind the science I'm sending 'em How to fight the power, cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game, a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother 'Cause a black hand squeezed on Malcolm X the man The shooting of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nig who pulled the trig [Verse 4] It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First, nothin' worse Than a mother's pain of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with the racist faces Example, one of many places Greek, week-end, speech, I speak From a lesson, learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire, I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums, even violins Whatcha do, getcha head ready Instead of getting physically sweaty When I get mad, I put it down on a pad, huh! Give ya something that ya never had Controllin', fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb, brain game, intellectual Vietnam Move as a team, never move alone But welcome to the Terrordome

I Love the Dough

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[Intro: JAY-Z] Uhh, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, what Hah, what, how real is this? Uhh, uhh, how real is this? What? Uhh, what? Uhh [Verse 1: JAY-Z] We push the hottest V's, peel fast Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash Me and Biggie and the models be shakin' they sadiddy ass And Prada be somethin' you cats got to see And the watches be all types and shapes of stones Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm gone You cats is home screamin' the fight's on I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin' Tyson Same night, same fight But one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get And any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense, don't it? Now make dollars Cats pop bottles, bone chicks that favor Idalis And rack up frequent flight mileage [Chorus: Angela Winbush] Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin' Watch is platinum, got jet lag from Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CDs and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl; take girls, break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesús, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range Way niggas look at me now, kinda strange I hate y'all too Rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal Bitches used to go, "Ewww!" Still tote steel, I'm tryin' to see five mil off the single, for real You ain't fazin' the amazin' While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin' See you want see me all talkin' to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocka, Roc-A-Fella, Bad Boy collabo Two MCs with mad dough, you know [Chorus: Angela Winbush] I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (I love the dough) I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Miraculous, pockets stay full Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers And we clap the doors of your Acuras Snap like, cameras on amateurs Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws Everybody got a part to play, back to yours Run up in your crib now, crack your doors Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all Too bad for y'all Ain't too many as bad as yours truly Do we, we laugh at y'all Little bastards y'all [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh We hit makers with acres Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq Country house, tennis courts and horseback Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster Who say mobsters don't prosper? Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain Reminisce on dames whose coochie used to stink When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile every time he see our faces Cases catch more than outfielders Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak my name, I make 'em Dash like Dame (We love the dough...) [Chorus: Angela Winbush] I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know (ah yeah) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

Second Round K.O.

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[Intro: Mike Tyson] Yo, Canibus, man, what's up, man? I caught you on that cut with Wyclef Man, you were booming But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know I mean? Talking foul about you the other night On the corner of the boulevard, man, I wasn't with that But I ain't know you well enough to defend you though, right? But you seem like you got true game But peep game, man, they've been playing me all my life, man You know I won the title a couple of times Did right, you know what I mean? But they can't hurt us, man, we gonna do it Get up in this ring, man, put on these gloves Let me show how to handle yourself, man You don't got nobody out there with you I gots to show you, man, get up in there, move that head, man Come on to me, man, but when you come, man You gotta come for blood, man Come up to me, man, come on, bust that nigga whole Man, niggas talking that shit about you Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking With the Canibus man over here Yo, Canibus your main objective out here Is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat MC's for lunch, breakfast Hey, man, they been playing me all my life, man You know I won the title a couple of times, did right? No, but they can't hurt us, man We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves Let me show you how to handle yourself, man [Verse 1: Canibus] Yo, I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine That's a bitch move, somethin' that a homo rapper would do So when you say that you platinum, you only droppin' clues I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke Frontin' like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showin' off your body 'cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills Mad at me 'cause I kick that shit real niggas feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay Z Now you want to fuck with me? You must be crazy You drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off You better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga [Interlude: Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus, man, you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch-ass niggas hanging out with me, man We're warriors man, when we go into battle We come out or don't come out at all [Verse 2: Canibus] You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a .45 Colt, make you somersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk? It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack-ass verse That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life 'Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul; rest in peace, kid It's because of him now at least I know what beef is It's not what I would call this, see this is somethin' different A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin' Somebody that he gotta know is better than him But he feelin' himself 'cause he got more cheddar than him Well, let me tell you somethin', you might got more cash than me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse—fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom, your first, second and third born Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it I say "Naw, he started it, he forgot what a hardcore artist is." A hardcore artist is a dangerous man Such as myself, trained to run twenty miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars offhand From a lost and forgotten land You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack shit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it? Fuck that! 'Cause like Common and Cube, I See the Bitch in Yoo And I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker [Interlude: Referee] Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new lyrical weight champion By second round knock out 3 minutes and 40 seconds, Can-i-bus [Outro: Mike Tyson] Yo, Canibus man, you moving like Mike Tyson Jr Man, you in-and-out, and you're agile with your flow, man But dig right, you got to eat, man That's your name Canibus Your whole agenda is to eat these niggas, man They have no business to be in the same stage with you Holding the mic with you, but dig right Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking With the Canibus man over here Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here Is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat MC's For lunch, breakfast, dinner; that's your agenda, baby Your agenda to consume them Their whole existence, they can't exist in your presence The Canibus is here to rule forever, Mike Tyson, on the def

Shakey Dog

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time Fasten your seatbelts, I'ma take y'all on some real shit This Theodore shit, y'all niggas know what time it is and shit Y'know I mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Yo, making moves back and forth uptown 60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted Whip smelling like fish from 125th Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys Got the Montana booth in front of the store Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off And tell the driver to stay put Fuck them niggas on the block they shook, most of them won't look They frontin', they no crooks they fuck up they own jux Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady with the shopping cart She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway Damn she look pretty old Ghost She work for Kevin, she 'bout 77 She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in 3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you Why? Why you behind me leery? Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme Cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you goin' carry it Matter of fact, all the cash, I'ma carry it Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked? These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice, big round onions on a T-bone steak My stomach growling, yo I want some Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knock at the door Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't know me, blast him if he reach for his gun Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you supposed to phone me Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door The door flew open, dude had his mouth open Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin' Told him, "Freeze!" lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, asked him Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get to smokin' you fast His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot The kick in the four-fifth broke a bone in her wrist And she dropped the heat, "Give up the coke!", but the bitch wouldn't listen I'm on the floor like, "Holy shit!", watchin' my man Frank get busy He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad wounds The big one had the centipede stab wound Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out To be continued...

Lemonade

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[Intro: Gucci Mane] Yeah, it's Gucci, what's up, baby? (Brr) Yellow everything this time (Yellow), you know what I'm talking about? Yellow rims (Lemons) Yellow big booty yellowbones, ha (Yellow?) Yellow Lambs (Yellow), yellow MPs (Yellow), yellow watch (Banana) Yellow charm ring, chain (Yellow) Yellow living room set (Chiquita, yellow) Lemonade Gucci shoes for my girl (It's Gucci), it's Gucci [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim (No) Your Cutlass motor knocking because it is a lemon (Lemon) I like them Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon (Lemon) These sour-apple bitter bitches, I'm not fucking with them (Lemon) I'm truly stupid-paid, that's just how I feel today (Today, lemon) I'm moving slow cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade (Lemon) I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade (Lemons) Six hundred a pint the going rate off in the A (Lemon) Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face (Brr) Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday (Brr, lemon) I'm pimping, wearing linen, that's just how I'm chillin' (Lemon) I'm smoking grits and selling chickens, Corvette painted lemon (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah) Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Brr) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (What?) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Wow) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (What?) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Wow) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I got lemonade and lemon-tint, lemons watch me mix the shit (Lemons) Lemonade-complexion East Australian girl be killing me (Yeah) She say I be killing her, I say I be feeling it (Wow) Four days then I'm sick of her 'cause her brain is Lemonhead (Damn) Cocaine-white exterior, interior lemonade (Gucci) Yellow with the off-white trimming, I call that the super-drank (Wow) Yellow diamond pinky ring, call that there the lemon rock (Brr, brr) Jewelry box a lemon bin (Brr, brr), my earring size an apricot (Brr) Yeah, I smoke that strong a lot, yeah, I need some, what you got? (Yeah) Half a pound of lemon kush, call that pack the lemon drop (Ahem) Canary yellow lemon watch (Brr), big bird, yellow top (Nyoom) Yellow Polo, Polo slippers, white and yellow Polo socks (Nyoom) "Gucci Mane be pumping, dog, he don't got all he say he got"(Nyoom) Just stash one lemon, homie, I can supply damn near fifty blocks (Nyoom) Yellow boat parked at the dock (Dollar), yellowbone gon' make the drop (Dollar) Flip the flop, mine off the top, then go buy me a yellow yacht (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah) Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Brr) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (What?) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Wow) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (What?) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Wow) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Yeah, yeah) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr, brr, brr) [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Lemonade my townhouse in Miami, I want yellow carpet (Yeah) Woke up in the morning, "Fuck it," bought a yellow Aston Martin (Fuck it) Yellow bricks, yellow dust, yellow lean, yellow Tuss' Yellow pills, spinning wheels, yellow weed, re-up with us (Yeah) Coward-ass nigga, yellow stripe, you a yellow-back (Yeah) AK hit your dog and you can't bring Old Yellow back (Nope, nope, nope) Yep, Gucci bang up eighty thousand, that's a yellow safe (Yeah) Yellow, holmes, mellow, holmes, you know you a scary cat (Yeah) No sleep for two days, so my pupils looking yellow (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Five flights, six shows, quarter-million on my schedule (Bangladesh) and Gucci Mane, Niggas know they in trouble (Gucci, Gucci, Bang', Gucci) Green ice, red light, caution, Gucci rock yellow (Brr, ice, live, Gucci), Gucci (Gucci) Gucci [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah, yeah, it's Gucci) Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (It's Big Gucci, brr) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (It's brilliance, huh, what?) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Lemonade everything, baby, that's just Gucci, wow) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Gucci, work, what?) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Yeah, wow) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Where we at? Yeah) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr, brr, brr)

Mic Checka

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[Verse 1: Krazy Drayz] Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzooks, Here I go, so Fliggedy-flame on, G-Geronimo, yo I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate It's Krazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man So check it, I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks Oh and ah, I riggedy-rocked the Copacabana Banana split, hack-thoo, spit! So sit! I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh I'm riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done Squooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage I shake 'em up and down like the Dow Jones Average I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, cause here comes Das EFX [Verse 2: Skoob] A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the Motts Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings Do a spin like the Mack and I slide like Peggy Fleming Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals I Hawaiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, cause Brooklyn's where I'm from [Verse 3: Krazy Drayz] OOOH-WEEEEEEE! Tiggedy-time to get buckwild Call me Butterfingers cause I drippedy-drop umm, 'nuff styles Iggedy-eeny-meeny-miney-moe Shiggedy-bop-bap, I'll snatch a rapper by the toe Yo, I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I take a SkyPager LePew! I figgedy-freaks the funker The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch' Bunker So gimme the mic and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester Microphone checka, one two checka Oh yessir! I tiggedy-take no shorts, I'm not the fella I might can even act; Stella - who? Stella - who? Yo Stella, here kiggedy-comes the bumrush, mayday! No static, I niggedy-knows more kids than umm, Bebe So higgedy-hey hey hey, not Dwayne but I got props I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots So when, I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaker I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip Bustin' heads with Erick Sermon and my nigga Parrish Smith [Verse 4: Krazy Drayz] Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps Chumps, so wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O

Im Ill

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[Chorus: JAY-Z sample] RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! MOTHERFUCKER I'm ILL! RAH! RAH! [Verse 1: Red Cafe] Pop deuce spot, kid latch off Still rap white, that Ash Roth That uncut, that sushi I'm two G, that's Gucci (what else !) I'm bossed up, they washed up E'ryday that cush I cough up Buy all cash, we don't rent out I'm ill, swag in the penthouse Been a Konvict, ask Akon Had blocks locked, ask Avon That's real talk, what's up B'Mo!!!! (Yep!!!) Bad Boy got Diddy on the T'Mo (WHAT ELSE!!!) I'm ill, make it look simple DJ bring it back like a rental Drinks don't stop, we party all night And e'rywhere I go, I let it go like [Chorus: JAY-Z sample] RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! MOTHERFUCKER I'm ILL! RAH! RAH! [Verse 2: Fabolous] If my name was Willis, they'll prol'ly call me Will But I'm the illest so that's why they call me ill Ew! You niggas disgust me And they ain't talking 'bout shit unless they discuss me Funeral Fab, yeah I'm in the building y'all All black on and I be killing y'all So, the name speak for itself You have a loser plus a lame that'll equal yourself Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest ones Still on my Grizzlies, no Iverson (Waddup A.I.?) You ain't no gangsta, you an off-duty cop With ya fake ass, they should call you booty shots Yankee game, better seats than Rudy got Fruity pot has me wit the eyes Matsui got (nice) That nigga, that you are not Red dot on ya head's the best tattoo you got [Chorus: JAY-Z sample] RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! MOTHERFUCKER I'm ILL! RAH! RAH! [Verse 3: Red Cafe] They trash! And I'm ill! I'm too hot, how the fuck I'm 'gon chill? Laid back, Maybach, back seat I'm "Ballin" like a athlete Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it Shakedown here, now everyone applaud Now it's showtime, time to camcord I'm in the building, and I'm the landlord From the east, opposite of Kanye No appetizers it's just entrees Just four doors, maybe a couple Coupes Everybody's eating, no Cup A Soup's General R, just showed up Don't pass me nothing already rolled up Drinks don't stop, party all night And everywhere I go, I let it go like: [Chorus: JAY-Z sample] RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! RAH! RAH! I'm ill! I'm ill! I'm ill! MOTHERFUCKER I'm ILL! RAH! RAH!

Niggas Bleed

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[Verse 1] "Today's agenda (Woo!), got the suitcase up in the Sentra (Ugh) Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest if no money exchanges (Uh-huh) I got these kids in Ranges to leave them niggas brainless (Ugh) All they tote is stainless, you just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make your killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes like True Lies, kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream, or else (Ugh) Your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank Them cats we fucking with put bombs in your mom's gas tank" "Let's get this money baby (Ugh), they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty .380s (Ugh, ugh) Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out Clear the mall out, fuck the fallout Word to Stretch, I bet they pussy The seven digits push me (Ugh) Fucking real, here's the deal (Ugh) I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 apiece (Uh-huh) Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach (Uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce? Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5 I kill 'em all, I'll be set for life"—"Frank, pay attention These motherfuckers is henchmen (Ugh), renegades If you die, they still get paid, extra probably; fuck a robbery I'm the boss, promise you won't rob 'em"—"I promise" But, of course, you know I had my fingers crossed [Chorus] (Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me (Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook (Niggas bleed just like us) Picture a nigga hiding My life in that man's hands while he just deciding (Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol (Ugh!) [Verse 2] Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tucson, push the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley (Uh-huh) Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely (Ugh) Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats Here's a criminal, nigga made America's Most Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with the toast Weeded, took it to trial, beat it Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it "Nothing to lose" tattooed around his gun wounds "Everything to gain" embedded in his brain And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying Y'all know the science [Chorus] (Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me (Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook (Niggas bleed just like us) Picture a nigga hiding My life in that man's hands while he just deciding (Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol (Ugh) [Verse 3] We agreed—to go in shooting is silly Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican (Ugh) Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her peeps in '91 Stole a gun from my workers And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us We blazed they place; long story, Glo' seen't my face Got shook, thought a nigga was coming for the safe (Haha!) Now she breaking, "Shut up! 112, what's shaking?" "A Jamaican, some bitches, I swear they look gay And a black Range Rover been outside all day" If it's trouble, let me know, I'll be on my way "Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed" Nightmare, this bitch don't need "Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice" Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place When they evacuate, they meet they fate "Ron, pass the gasoline," the nigga passed me kerosene (Ugh) Fuck it, it's flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable Strike the match, just what I expected The dread kid ejected in seconds, and here come two... Opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian We in the hallway, waiting patient As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing, I swear to God I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast (Ugh) She crying, headshots put her to rest Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces The spot's hot: sprinklers, alarm systems That's when other guests start to slip in It's time for us to get to dipping I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up Flipping, pistol-gripping, I load the clip in The hallway got real loud and crowded They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it The funny thing about it, through all the excitement (Uh-huh) They Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant Stupid motherfuckers (Hahahahahaha!)

Steady Mobbin

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[Intro] God damn The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' And when dealin' with Da Lench Mob you gots to know steady mobbin' is not just the name of this jam But a way of life Bound together by motherfuckers that's known to break em' off something Give it to me There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood [Verse 1] Four or five niggas in a mothership Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers Comin' up short of the green guys And I might start slangin' bean pies Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month With "U Can't Touch This" on the front I'm out to get rich 'Cause life ain't nothin' but money and fuck a bitch They drop like dominoes And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama, hoes So after the screwin' I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings I'm out the door All you might get is a rubber on the floor 'Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin' [Chorus] Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood [Verse 2] Bustin' caps in the mix Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six 'Cause I'm gettin' major Fuck PacTel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8-Ball 'cause St. Ides is givin ends Fools get drunk and wanna compete Slapboxin' in the street Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin' 'Cause they got a few bitches starin' Just for the nappy heads But scandalous bitches make for happy feds I make it my duty to cuss 'em Out 'cause I just don't trust 'em And if you tell on me I'm bombin' on Betty Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin' [Chorus] Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood [Verse 3] Since one-time so hot Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the Glock 'Cause I'm rollin' on rims Eating soul food, neckbones from M&M's Grubbin' like a motherfucker Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit Saw Sir Jinx bellin' When I hit a left on Ruthelen, "What up, loc?" Don't you know that niggas get smoked That take they life for a joke? Get in, nigga I'll take you to the pad soon Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom Jumped back in my lowrider Comin' out feelin' about ten pounds lighter Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at Lench Mob ain't nothin' but tramps For hoes lickin' nuts like stamps One fool bumpin' music for the yamps But Ice Cube had more amps, get in, bitch 'Cause I had the jam on And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon Gimme the nappy and make me happy The ho said, "Pappy, could you slap me On the ass hard and fast And could please try not to leave a gash?" I said, "Yeah, but I don't play sex Without puttin' on the latex" Slipped on the condom Fucked around and dropped the bomb, son And it came out sort of like confetti In for the night, no longer steady mobbin' [Chorus] Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood [Outro] There goes the neighborhood Get the radio, get the radio There goes the neighborhood

Twinz Deep Cover 98

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[Intro] ("I can feel it!") [Verse 1: Big Pun] Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot? I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready Meet me at Vito's with Noodles We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor Joey Crack, buck 'em all if they move— Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore! Dead in the middle of Little Italy Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly [Verse 2: Fat Joe] It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the fat one that you love to hate Catch you at your mother's wake Smack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight [Verse 3: Big Pun] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin' Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin' A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever And take all the cheddar like child support [Verse 4: Fat Joe & Big Pun] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves My brother from another mother, sent from the above A thug nigga just like me; one of the best—might be even better Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what? You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck Truck jewels (Jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' "Cash Rules" Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through That's true! (So who the next to get it?) T.S. the best that did it (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's…) [Chorus: Fat Joe & Big Pun] Yeah, and you don't stop! Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top Yeah, and you don't stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah, and you don't stop! We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you don't stop! It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop [Verse 5: Big Pun] Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased Supposed to supply us with rights Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it [Verse 6: Fat Joe] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer All the kids in the ghetto call me "Don Cartagena" Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and You never see me talk to police Though you should know that I really don't care Pull you by the hair, slit your throat And I'll leave you right there, so beware It's rare that niggas want beef Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets [Verse 7: Big Pun] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion Puerto Ricans known for slashin' Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin' Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers Better acknowledge or get knocked down Until I'm locked and shot down Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down [Verse 8: Fat Joe] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk And stalk our prey like a predator Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya So remember the Squad that I'm reppin' I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon [Chorus: Fat Joe & Big Pun] Yeah, and you don't stop! Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top Yeah, and you don't stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah, and you don't stop! We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you don't stop! It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop! Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top Yeah, and you don't stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah, and you don't stop! We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you don't stop! It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Cuchi Shop

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[Intro: Cuchi Shop Customer, Cuchi Shop Employee, and Nicki Minaj] Welcome to Star Box Yeah shorty, I'm trying to get me some thick thighs and some chinky eyes I need a real good box Oh ok A real good box Okay, hey, yo Nick! Yo? Yeah, shorty out here want want, uhm, a number three Oh, alright tell him to come around to my window, I got him, it's nothin' Oh alright And yo, you know the slogan right? Yeah, I know how it go Pussy by any means [Hook] First I take their order at the Cuchi Shop Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop And then I smuggle all my money through the coochie spot (Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam) And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop We don't wanna hear "it burns" at the Cuchi Shop Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam [Verse 1] What you need thick thighs and some chinky eyes Super size all your sides like your biggie fries For a better price you can get some better pie Strawberry, apple, cherry, even lemon lime What you want them B cups or them C cups? For your ice cream, chocolate or butter P cups French vanilla threesomes that come in D cups They eat each other but otherwise they don't eat much I'm bout that fast money, money ain't got no patience But if them boys come, run like you on probation Listen up, I'm a send ya to the location Write it down, take a picture, make a notation [Hook] First I take their order at the Cuchi Shop Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop And then I smuggle all my money through the coochie spot (Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam) And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop We don't wanna hear "it burns" at the Cuchi Shop Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam [Verse 2] Relax lil' nigga, cut the bull (cut it out) We tax niggas, no deductible (get it out) So what it is, what it ain't, nigga state ya name You know we got them umbrellas if you make it rain So what you want them good girls or them bad ones? I got them girls make ya wish you never had none Cause you'll be spending beaucoup in my spot, shorty This nigga acting brand new like he just bought it Up and away like Mighty Mice You can say I am the rap game Heidi Fleiss Cause my flow crazy, Hussein like Sadam You getting it, I got 'em, I'm the rap bitch madam, I'm the madam [Hook] First I take their order at the Cuchi Shop Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop And then I smuggle all my money through the coochie spot (Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam) And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop We don't wanna hear "it burns" at the Cuchi Shop Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam

Release

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[Release Part 1] [Intro: Zach de la Rocha] Release Release Release [Verse: Gift of Gab (Zach de la Rocha)] Prevalent melanin elephant bailin' And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses Wrecking with savageness, catalyst Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it Cherish this caliber (Release) Atticus Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up) Damage your patterns I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up) Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell An eruption that ruptures your structure to fuck with you (Release) Up in ya gut, you a costumer Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting me Plus infinity's up in me rushing your country percussion No wonder you're struck in the boundaries Wake up if you're lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release) Now come see me grunting I'm hunting for what emcees want And I'm stomping my foot through your armies They couldn't have stopped me with shotties Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees Thriving to flow, opting to go Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go Split em' with the subliminal intentional digital pro Unlimited flows unriveted, inhibited, visited Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) what is this This magnificent, intimate, inner wit, in a minute finna be antonyms In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict Pigs lick shit, rip with words and abysmal energy It's time I (destroy the beast, release) [Release Part 2] [Verse: Saul Williams] Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath Grandma asked me what I'm running for I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for What mothers birth their youngens for And some say Jesus coming for For all I know the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast cause masses ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped hollows The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion A man that cries in his sleep A truth that has gone out of fashion A mode of expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the sun A piece of paper with my name on it I'm surrounded I surrender All All that I am I have been All I have been has been a long time coming I am becoming all that I am The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute Unheard, yet felt A gathered wetness A quiet moisture Sound trapped in a bubble Released into wind Wind fellows and land merchants We are history's detergent Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath Articles amending death These words are not tools of communication They are shards of metal Dropped from eight story windows They are waterfalls and gas leaks Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf The tools of a trade Barter's bard, barb of barters Catch phrases and misunderstandings But they are not what I feel when I am alone Surrounded by everything and nothing And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught A verse to be recited A mantra to fill my being in those moments I am blankness, the contained center of an "O" The pyramidic containment of an "A" I stand in the middle of all that I have learned All that I have memorized All that I've known by heart Unable to reach any of it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas Like dead rats held by their tails So as not to infect this newly oiled skin I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal I can think of nothing less likely to fly There are no wings more weighted I too have felt a heaviness The stare of man guessing at my being Yes I am homeless A homeless man making offerings to the after-future Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles A nation unified in exhale A cloud of smoke A native pipe ceremony All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps Snow covered mountains Lipsticks smeared and shriveled Offerings to an afterworld Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me I have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees It matters not what this paper be made of Give me notebooks made of human flesh Dried on steel hooks and nooses Make uses of use, uses of us It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me I have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees On bended knee Prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit. Through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation [Release Part 3] [Intro] (Release) (Release) (Release) [Verse: Lyrics Born] The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to The residents in the meadow of pestilence Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now Is he is, or is he ain't The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think he's half [?] Ain't no secret, people, trust me it's mostly hustling That moves me upstream but just focus on the unseen Boasting and fussing, they both so unproductive Suppose it go in my blood stream, Let me pose this question Ask anybody, that's anybody They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty Potty mouth gossiping is Success at something, to be the best at something And not to stress the dumb shit, 'cause you ain't missing nothing You got to [Hook: Gift of Gab & Lyrics Born] Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate Grow and make weight of your older days Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate [Verse: Gift of Gab] Astrologists, colleges follow this through the metropolis The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent Walking it mean, talking it, clean the scene, stalking it Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon And always all day outlandish bandits Be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us They all pray for our downfall, maybe one day, sike! You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake I'm mongoosin' on you, stormtroopin' through your form [Incomprehensible] bar none oncoming, onslaught On one chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk Long running champ and rocking shit 'till I'm gone You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy strong Thunder all summer long, keep on coming dawn Dusk, night, morning I'll bust tight poems Raw, just mic zoning ya'll with the right mode of motivation [Hook: Gift of Gab & Lyrics Born] Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate Grow and make weight of your older days Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate faith Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate faith

I Used to Know Her

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Yeah something new Something different Yeah bitch you know who im talkin bout I'm going to tell the whole world about yo ass I used to know her (Talk box)I used to know her I used to know her (Talk box)I used to know her Way back in 1991 I used to know her (Talk box)I used to know her I use to know her (Talk box)I used to know her I used to know her (Talk box)I used to know Way back in 1991, I used to know her [Verse 1 - DJ Quik] Well 1991, I was rockin' my jheri curl, just a young gun Lookin' for the bitches that have alot of fun Just dropped a hit record now I'm under the sun Winter time night fall cold as hell Standin' outside of the Goldentail Hella hoes mobbin' in pushin' gettin' through Tiger striped cat suit looking at me too I asked her "what's your title" and she said it was "V" Vanessa you impress a nigga, can't you see What you doin' later can I kick it with you? She said it all depends on what you wanna do Took me to her buddy's house, walked in the room Buzzin' off the kamikaze that I consumed Talk, kiss, grind tyrin' to get get my balls off first She said nigga can you take my draws off first I was young I admit it She told me I was horny and wild, but still let me hit it Hot bare back until I felt that quake She told me shoot that milk shake, shoot that milk shake Goddamn I dont wanna get sprung Take it out the pussy bust a nut on her tummy Ran home to tell my nigga Top About this cock that just wouldn't stop, yeah I told him she was greeneyed light skinned and fly He said he met a bitch like that last july A car pulled up and it was her no doubt I told him thats who I'm talkin' about He said that's who I'm talkin' about damn Hook [Verse 2 - AMG] Now here's the plan In the home of the one night stand Rolled up in a stretch Pussy to catch Plus now I'm sittin' the V.I.P And hoes wanna suck on the D.I.C, OK So here's the play give me OJ and Tanqueray Have you had you dick today Is what im thinkin But i've been drinkin I see you peepin me out And its freakin me out Cause she fine than a motherfucker about 5'8 135 and I just can't wait (for what) To hit the backside,and get the top love Buck naked in the hot tub Cause she knew who I was and what I am and what I is (who are you) The flyest nigga in the rap biz And they're playin' my song so a nigga gotta go and uh Put a ho in the limo She was askin' me question after question Until she seen my life size erection I bent her over prepared to do my duty And seen my nigga Quik's name on her booty Hook [Verse 3 - DJ Quik and AMG] Were running out of Beedies Now who gon do the honors I hit the liquor next to Benihana's But on my way I met bitch as sqaure as a box With a big ass booty and some goldie locks And I ain't gotta do much talkin' she wet Because she seen me movin' a '97 Corvette The good thing is I never seen her around So I took her to my spot to get down Now AMG what you think about the bitch She used to dance at the Jet Strip [AMG] Shakin' the cock, 20 dollars a pop A nick name babygirl, use to have a jheri curl Now she got braids, ex-nigga paid She use to roll a Lexo now she got a Pathfinder Wear a rubber if ya get behind her Cause my nigga told me she had the heebie geebies Give her drank and dank she'll give a nigga freebies Hook Bitch We use to know her She use to blow me (Long pause) I use to know her

Work

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"Are you working? What kind of work do you do?" - Uh - "Boy - boy - boy - What is it you wanna do when you grow up?" [Chorus] Aiyo, I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work and watch my status escalate [Verse 1] Now, I'm gon' start collecting props, connecting plots Networking like a conference ‘cause the nonsense is yet to stop Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down Break me down, CLAP! – all they heard was a sound Yo, I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out Your bitch don't really got no ass, she just poked it out On the D-low, I'm saying you versus me though? We can do this shit right here in front of your people See, time is money, kid and BS walks And to me it's funny, kid when you meatheads talk I see feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt, son Is it me they hawk? ‘Cause I be putting in work, son [Chorus] Aiyo, I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work and watch my status escalate [Verse 2] You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed, I own y'all The veteran, running my plan, I'm the better man Crazy raw, doing my job like the mob Blazing y'all and disappearing in the fog Or a mist and chicks can't resist what I kick They be begging for attention or some more of the dillznick Word up, baby, someone may have to get hurt up, baby Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy Platinum respect like the force of a TEC Keep you hitting the deck, feeling heat in your chest Banging your thoughts with the hot onslaught A kid got shot on the spot for going where he should not Viciously, I make history instantly Those other lame-ass loser-ass niggas, they can't fuck with me I'm doing my thing now to lamp later on Paid in the shade with some fly gators on But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt I bet you niggas out here know, I be putting in work [Chorus] Aiyo, I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work and watch my status escalate "Fu-fu-fully qualified pro In this business of rap" "Fu-fu-fu-fully - qua-qua-qua-qua - qualified pro In this business of rap" "Fully-fu-fully qualified pro In this business of rap" "Are you working? What kind of work do you do?" "Boy, what is it you wanna do when you grow up?"

Im Only Out for One Thang

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[Intro: Flavor Flav] Hey yo Cube, man, hey yo Cube, check this out Yo, motherfuckers be on the dick and shit, right? Check this out, you know what I tell 'em, man? [Verse 1: Flavor Flav] Well two peas in a bucket Mother motherfuck it You either Flavor Flav it Or you Chuck Chuck Chuck it Kiss my ass and suck the D.I.C.- K. stands for kill so don't fuck with me I fucked that lady in the bed I missed that pussy and the butt was spread I tried it again in a thumping wagon The bottom fell out and her ass started dragging Tried it again in a field of grass I missed that pussy and I bust my ass Then I fucked this lady in the tree The baby came out and said "Run-DMC" Yeah, and you don't stop Flavor Flav in the house, and you don't stop Ice Cube's in the house, and you don't stop Hey, my sugar (Hey, yo, rock that shit G!) [Verse 2: Ice Cube] I knew this girl who looked just like you Light brown and a fly hairdo I wanted to do her, screw her So I stepped to her on key Bitch had more ass than a donkey I said you're the type of girl that I can't pass over Give me one chance and I'll bend your ass over Just call me the plumber at the end of the night Cause a nigga like me'll lay plenty of pipe She didn't get offended it was splendid to me Cause mister nice guy is what I pretended to be I guess I'll just wine her and dine her And by the end of the night I'll be behind her Waxing that ass like Raindance On the bumper get the pussy then I dump her Took her to the Comfort Inn, tucked her in Pulled out the third leg pumped it in She said 'Will you call me?' Yeah, I'll call you a bitch or a ho after I ball you Naw I'm just playin' but it's still the same Cause a nigga like Ice Cube is only out for one thang [Outro: both] FF: Yeah, what you out for? IC: Yo, I'm only out for one thing FF: You out for what, man? IC: Yo, I'm out for the pussy, the money, and the mic, and I'm straight. What are we out for? FF: I pledge allegiance to the uh... to the fuckin', all of that shit. Know what I'm saying? IC: Five thousand! FF: Five thousand, G IC: We out FF: Yo, we out of here, five thousand Yo, this is for my boy Ice Cube, you know what I'm saying Yo, check this out

Got My Mind Made Up

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[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz] You find a MC like me who's strong Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan, though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those Who can withstand the more power I gain? That make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo' brain Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star Finally realizin' who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded Would it be the greatest MC of all-time? When I created rhyme For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride Our intention to ride, every time, all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride Breakin' in gas with a .68 all day In-and-out with my pay, assume to count the bodies [Verse 2: 2Pac] So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation So you could be more familiar with the nigga you facin' We must be patient, nothin' better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations Sorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination Give up to fate, and get that ass shakin' I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic Don't take your life for granted Put that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to "Rhythm Nation", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet Who's in control? I'm activatin' your souls You know the way the games gettin' told Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat [Chorus: Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on (Come on) Get in, get into it (Get on it) Let it ride (Get with it), tonight's the night I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get into it (To it) Let it ride, tonight's the night [Verse 3: Kurupt] Well, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylac's For protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse (Uh) 'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei My rhymes'll leave a mark on your mind As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin' I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin' Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of the killin' Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive You best believe, to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees (Uh) In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics My verbal snipe your vocab on site I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall (Yeah) Should already have an idea about the superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator (Equation) I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat [Verse 4: Method Man] Fuck you losers While you fake jacks, I make maneuvers Like Hitler stickin' up **** with German **** The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial (Yeah) Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my clans repeat felons Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels Man, I stay on point like icicles Now, who wanna test Tical, then tes-ticles All up in your motherfuckin' mouth Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast [Verse 5: Redman] Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genital backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this mad underground basement shit I'm laced with Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor, who? Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from the rear block To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop Since your crew suit you to shift Now, you claim that your gears locked Whiff this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst Flip MCs like ki's My degrees freeze consecutively, like EPMD LPs Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake Bust it, I'm the one pushin' the hearse, in the first place Confidence for you shaky-ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoke Choke off this antidote, got you hope Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt (And I'm out for nine-nickel) [Outro: Inspectah Deck] I-N-S the Rebel Wist, bliss, this Sis', bliss

Breathe

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[Intro] Breathe, oh Woo, woo, woo! Breathe [Refrain] One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Chorus] Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2 Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight The left looks too right, you know what? You right These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man Your future look better than your past if you present with the man You better (Breathe) [Verse 1] You niggas can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm getting better year by year, like they say wine do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the K9's through And I pace myself I know these money-hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep 'em on a diet Embrace they health, or either keep 'em on the quiet And space myself and just take a deep breath I got 'em grabbing they chest Cause it's hurting them to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They'd rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach And I ain't just laying a verse, I'm saying the facts I came back with some sicker stones That got these broke niggas looking at me Like they choking on a chicken bone Every chick I bone can't leave the dick alone So I know it's one of them every time I flip my phone Breathe! [Refrain] One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Chorus] Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2 Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight The left looks too right, you know what? You right These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man Your future look better than your past if you present with the man You better (Breathe) [Verse 2] I see them on the block when I passes Looking like they need oxygen mask-es I make it hard to (Breathe) but I keep the Glocks in the stashes Cause the cops wanna lock and harass us And make it hard to (Breathe) they has to react Like having an asthma attack, when they see the plasma in back You dudes are wheezing behind me My flow is like a coupe breezing at 90 That's the reason they signed me The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels something like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and underestimaters And ride up on 'em like they escalators They shook up and hooked up to respirators On they last breath talking to investigators I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair Face it boo and do it 'til your face get blue And then (Breathe) [Refrain] One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Verse 3] Yo these niggas can't (Breathe) when the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it, as quick as a tick in a New York minute Catch a breath 'fore you catch a left, even worse, catch a Tef' Only way you catch an F, to the A-B It's in the May-B, rolling with my baby Gripping on a toy that you won't find at KB I rhyme slick on ya, they gon' have to put the Heimlich on ya What you know bout letting dimes lick on ya While you inhale the weed? And it won't stop 'Til they inhale your seed, and it don't stop 'Til I tell 'em to breathe like a doctor with a stethoscope I don't see no fucking hope, unless these motherfuckers (Breathe) [Outro] Yeah, Brooklyn gotta (Oh) Uptown gotta The Bronx gotta, Queens gotta (Breathe) Staten Island gotta, you niggas gotta You bitches gotta, everybody (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta, then you gotta Breathe!

Im a Hustla

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[Intro] Nigga, ask about me, yeah, yeah, nigga, ask about me, yeah, yeah Nigga, ask about me, yeah, yeah, nigga, ask about me [Hook] I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah [Verse 1] I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey I got the product, narcotics for the customers, homey Fiend's open, they be smoking like a muffler, homey Niggas phony so I only got a couple of homies If you a hustler, I could, I could fuck with you, homey You spend a couple of bucks, I'll stay in touch with you, homey I get money, I get 20 a k, I got 20 strips all doing 20 a day, ay I get cake from buds and haze, I'm making dubs They hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love With cops, got the block hot like a Jamaican clubs Cop weight, wait for a drought and then make it flood Try to take my cake you gonna take a slug But you can take my information if you taking drugs 'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug I'm a hustler, I can sell salt to a slug, 'cause [Hook] I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah [Verse 2] I'm married to the game, same bride just a new groom I do more then just do tunes Cause my bills come in too soon, my son gonna be two soon Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon But I'm getting my dough from doing shows I made more dough on the grind than going gold That's why I stay fly and I'm 'flage-ing on hoes Floss is so cool, in Austin no shoes Just a rubberband on my wrist, no jewels I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool I know the rules and I ain't got time for it But a nigga will shine, when it's time for it And they will hate you deal with the real cake And they on the corner from morning to real late I deal weight and if you bastards doubt me I'm a hustler, ask about me [Hook] I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah [Verse 3] To get paid you got a save dont be spending the change In 5th grade I was hustling my Genesis games I was dumb, young, selling chewing gum to my classmates On the cash chase moving at a fast pace Never been a dummy, never did what the dummies do So I had a mill' to burn before I turned 22 "More money, more problems" is true Because the more money I make, the more problems for you Yeah, I used dude's voice, props to the boy Shawn He made it a hot line, I made a hot song So, stop drawing, man, you got to respect it I'm the best, Swizz got to perfect it, don't mess with C-A-double-S-I-D-Y 'Cause I became the best when B-I-G died The Kid do it big like P-U-N Cause I'm nice P-A-C with the P-E-N and [Hook] I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah Nigga, ask, nigga, nigga, ask about me, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler, homey, yeah

How High

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[Intro] Takin' it from the top? Top Tippy? Come on, my people Sing it, daddy Hey, yeah Taking my mind where it's never gone before And so like a mushroom in cow shit And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby The ultimate high [Verse 1: Method Man] Excuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticalion, hmm Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your housing projects I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga Now yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blaow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down, down [Verse 2: Redman] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggas hit the deck 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more fruitier loops than that Toucan Sam bitch Plus the Bombazee got me wide (Fucking with us) Is a straight suicide [Verse 3: Method Man] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four Three, two, murder one lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mines to get yours Fucker, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture More than you bargained for Tical, I stays open like an all night store For real I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existence, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D [Verse 4: Redman] I be's the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk used to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood Squares Six million ways to die, so I chose Made it six million and one with your eyes closed The blindfold cold so you can feel the wrath And shatter the glass and second half on your funky ass Ayo, my man (Tical), hear me now (Huh) Bitches used to play me now they can't forget me now They get me mad, I rock the spot, check Glock Empty off a licking off in hip-hop Fuck the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot? [Chorus] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking buddha on a train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick [Verse 5: Method Man] 'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on 'til the Ruckus get home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt weed, we got our fuckin' own Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screaming for the antiseptic Moving on your left kid, and I'm Method Out my fucking dome piece, plus I got no love for the beast Hailing from the big East Coast, where niggas pack toast Home of the drug kingpin and cut throats [Verse 6: Redman] Hey boy, you the rude boy on the block You try to stop the bum rush, you will get popped [Verse 7: Method Man] As I run a mile with a racist My style was born in the pissy staircases Dig it, F a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it [Verse 8: Redman] Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya Enter the center, lyrics bang like Rico-chet Rabbit I brings havoc with an A-K 'matic Rollin' blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smith & Wes', who clique's the best? Punks take a sip and test, who splits your vest? The funk phenomenon, I'm bombing you like Lebanon Blow canals of Panama just off stamina Styles not to be fucked with or played with Fuck them pretty hoes, I love those Section 8 bit-ches Hitting snitches, twisting wigs with Fat radical mathematical type scriptures I dig up in your planets like Diga-boo Scared you, blew you to smithereens Fuck the Marines, I got machines That like to spit and read MAD magazines I fly more heads than Continental Wreck ya five times like U.S. Air off an instrumental Look, I'm not a halfway crook with bad looks But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks I breaks 'em off proper Ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg Look, I got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle For the nine nickel [Outro] Yo, Red, yo, Red (Punk ass pussy ass) You ain't got the shade no more, man, that's it, man (Word up, man) We out, it's over Fake ass niggas

24 Hours to Live

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[Intro: Puff Daddy] I want you to ask yourself one question If you had twenty-four hours to live, what would you do? That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure How would you handle it? Mase, what would you do? [Verse 1: Mase] Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal I'd even look for my dad that I never knew And show him how I look in my Beretta too I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto Show them what they could have if they never settle Take every white kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress Give every bum on the street cash to invest And hope Harlem World blow up be my last request [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yo, yo, if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket Then go get a jar from Branson And make sure I leave my mother the money To take care of grandson Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour Get a fresh baldie, make a few calls Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball Have all of my bitches in one telly at the same time Spread it out on different floors And I'm gon' play lotto, for what? Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what? [Verse 3: Black Rob] You know when I was close to the ledge I'd probably be in the wedge With this bad Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one of them dreads And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the Feds Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four Pause, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor Jump in the whip, get them cats I wanted to get Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in '86 Went home, took a shower in ice cold water And spend my last hours with my son and my daughter [Chorus: Puff Daddy] If you had twenty-four hours to live, just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would your ass deny that your ass about to die? If you had twenty-four hours to live, just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would your ass deny that your ass about to die? [Verse 4: Sheek Louch] What, aiyyo, if I had twenty-four, nigga gotta get the raw Run all in papi's spot, put one in his head at the door For the times that I paid for twenty and he gave me twelve The other eight had to be baking soda by itself So papi, fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed Went in there, grab the bank teller with the pretty face Fuck her in the safe and have her take me to my place We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad For my son to have the same shit his pops just had And when I'm down to twenty-three, I'ma be strapped with TNT Run up in city hall and take the judges with me [Verse 5: Styles P] If I had twenty-four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth Run in the station squeezin' the inf' I'll be waitin' to get to Hell and bust down Satan Styles on this shit and I got spot vacant Back to the twenty-four, I'll make it out the precinct Shootin' niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin' I'm on the job robbin' every so-called don Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb So fuck bein' violent, get stocks and bonds [Verse 6: DMX] Twenty-four left until my death So I'm gon' waste a lot of lives but I'll cherish every breath I know exactly where I'm goin' but I'ma send you there first And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'ma send you there worse I've been livin' with a curse and now it's all about to end But before I go, say hello to my little friend But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her C4 up under the coat, snatch up my dawg Turn like three buildings on Wall Street into a fog Out with a bang, you will remember my name I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame [Chorus: Puff Daddy] If you had twenty-four hours to live, just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would your ass deny that your ass about to die? If you had twenty-four hours to live, just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would your ass deny that your ass about to die? If you had twenty-four hours to live, just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would your ass deny that your ass about to die? If you had twenty-four hours to live, just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw?

Mind Sex

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[Chorus: stic.man] It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation [Verse 1: stic.man] Pardon me, love, but you seem like my type What you doing tonight? You should stop by the site We could, roll some weed, play some records and talk I got a fly spot downtown: Brooklyn, New York Now I know you think I wanna fuck, and no doubt But tonight we'll try a different route How bout we start, with a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons Later we can play a game of chess on the futon See, I ain't got to get in your blouse It's your eye contact that be getting me aroused When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines Reflecting my light, when it shines, just taking our time Before the night's through, we could get physical too I ain't trying to say I don't wanna fuck, cause I do But for me, boo, making love is just as much mental I like to know what I'm getting into [Chorus: stic.man] It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation [Verse 2: M-1] African princess, tell me your interests Wait, let me guess, boo: you probably like poetry Here's a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around So let me take this opportunity Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea? Take a walk verbally, make a bond certainly? Cause in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly And it's like we floating out in space when you flirting with me C'mon, a little foreplay don't hurt Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt It's like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis Opposites attract: that's the basis Our sex is the wind that separates the Yin from the Yang The balance that means complete change, our aim Is to touch you in a delicate spot And once we get it started, I ain't trying to stop But first, we havin mind sex [Chorus: stic.man] We ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex We ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Mind sex [Outro] She smiles; I smile She walks - no - she glides softly by me, changing night into day She opens her mouth to speak And so sounds ring in my head She speaks, and I want to dance to her rhythm She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires As I place my arms around her waist Hold and squeeze unto me I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth Her beautiful black body that no human mind could ever conceive She's love, she's truth She's real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens As real as the sun that bathes her body As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose That blossoms in Spring - for she is that rose And not just any rose, but a black rose Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant A black rose, that stands as Creator Of nations of black roses That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round Black rose, sweet rose, thornless rose, eternal rose Please look my way Please look my way Please look my way Black rose

Dig It

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[Verse 1] Presto, read the Communist Manifesto Guerillas in the midst, a Guevara named Ernesto, so (E-Roc: What a brother with a Afro know?) Yell go and flow for the mack and we're the ho So grow cause the lynching brothers might get hung Rhetoric flowing from the tip of my Mao Tse Tung Deficit (E.R.: money spent) catch the glint (E.R.: of my 9 as they cut welfare 25%) And I dissent, as I clench and raise my fist (E.R.: We did away with that) so you could get with this Here’s a twist cause we’ll overthrow like Kwame N’krumah Spread around the wealth as if it were a vicious rumor Pam cuts a record like a surgeon cuts a tumor from a brain (E.R.: We’re all cooped up so feel the pain) From 400 years of exploitation Anesthesia provided by your local TV station Patience is not a virtue (E.R.: I ain’t waiting) Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians [Verse 2] How now brown cow, I’m down with the Mau Mau Clown downtown tried to put us in the dog pound Like H. Rap Brown with the situation (E.R.: Won’t get no callouses) cause I’m spitting dialectical analysis So how is this, we never had no funk Until you found out that our joints are revolutionary, huh? (E.R.: Chump!) bump you over like dominoes, rat (E.R.: So free Geronimo Gi Jaga Pratt!) Lyrics hear it fear it can’t get near it Got a sample didn’t clear it Point blank says "fuck 5-0!" That’s the spirit Cheer it, spat out, the fat that I consumed Knew that I was doomed since my date of birth To be the wretched of the earth; never had a dream that was American (E.R.: There go that lady chair again) despair again (E.R.: But that ain’t nothing new) Told the streets were paved with gold Whoever paved that shit got minimum wage too! Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase? (E.R.: Gunned us, stunned us) exploited and they hung us I’d like to take a moment to say, fuck Columbus! (E.R.: Millions off my back) the black on black crisis is a myth The crack that did the damage (E.R.: was the one from the whip) The record skip, the record skip, the record skip *scratch* The record skips, cause my voice is kinda scratchy From yelling, "don't shoot!" when 5-0 comes to harass me They never pass me, no one to go and tail bro (E.R.: Trying to kill the movement with the new COINTELPRO) Leaders they killed, if I said it, it would threaten em They only see my back because I’m three steps ahead of em We’re not falling in the slot you slated (E.R.: We realize that our power’s nickel-plated) Masses move as well as asses do, class is through Our time is over, past it’s due (E.R.: And you still wanna know) the origin of the flow Oakland, California 94610

Hit Em Up

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[Intro: Tupac] Sucka-ass I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka! (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is (Take money) niggas, we bring it too That's a'ight, ha ha (Take money) [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gs Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace! I'll let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha) Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know [Chorus: 2Pac] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah) [Interlude: 2Pac] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'ma let my lil' homies ride On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it! [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up! [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit 'em up! [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha) Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up! [Verse 4: Kadafi] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked [Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser About to get murdered for the paper E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be knowin' We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off Nigga, I hit 'em up! [Outro: 2Pac] Now you tell me who won I see them, they run, hahahaha They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us How the fuck they gonna be the mob When we always on our job? We millionaires Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? You little young-ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? You're fuckin' with me, nigga You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it! But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama! We gon' kill all you motherfuckers! Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth With a motherfuckin' opinion Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie! Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew! And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too! Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers, fuck you too! (Take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow! Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow! You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas Westside 'til we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob! Ain't nothin' but killas And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!

Obnoxious

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[Intro] Asshole Ha-ha-ha-ha, don num Num, num, num-num Num, num, num-num Yeah, yeah, ha-ha [Verse 1] I'm obnoxious, motherfucker, can't you tell? Run through Little Havana, yellin', "¡Viva Fidel!" Jerkin' off with the sheets when I stay at hotels Drinkin' Bacardi; AA meetings, smokin' a L I'm broke as hell, my attitude is no good Like workin' for white people after watchin' Rosewood So I'm a mercenary, I don't care how I get richer Like American companies that did business with Hitler Get the picture, nigga? I'm the best of both worlds Without the hidden camera, and the 12-year-old girl Let's face it, you're basic, you aren't half the man that I am I'll throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand Gimme a hundred grand! Gimme your watch! Gimme your chain! That's your girl? Bitch, get over here! Gimme some brain! I'll bust off on her face, and right after the segment She'll probably rub it in her pussy, tryna get herself pregnant I said it, I meant it, that's the way I deal with enemies Like pro-lifers that support the death penalty And don't talk about war when niggas know that you puss A fuckin' hypocrite, draft-dodger like George Bush Don't push me, nigga, 'cause I'm close to the edge And I'll jump off with a rope that's wrapped around ya head Send a dead fetus to my ex on Valentine's Day The safety's off, nigga, so get the fuck out my way! [Hook] Obnoxious, nigga, murderous lyrics, I know that you hear it (Yeah) Now that I'm gettin' closer and closer, I know that you feel it (Yeah) You're eatin' off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick Niggas said Hip-Hop was dead, but I'm invokin' a spirit We takin' it back in the day to the Golden Age When wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage Immortal Technique, I made this to bump in your ride Or burn it off the Internet and bump it outside Nigga, we keepin' it live, we keepin' it live We keepin' it live, we keepin' it live Burn it off the fuckin' Internet and bump it outside (Yeah nigga!) [Verse 2] Look, motherfucker, my words damage and slaughter A ragin' alcoholic like the President's daughters Disgustin' flow, like third-world-country tap water But before I hit the border, someone give me a quarter 'Cause I'ma prank call COP-SHOT just for kicks Payback for every time that they called me a spic And Puerto-Rican chicks tell me that I fuck like I'm loco And Dominican women call me the "Rompe Toto" They call me "ocioso," I'd rather get fired than quit I get unemployment, you work, and we makin' the same shit How dare you niggas criticize the way that I spit? You coffee-shop revolutionary son of a bitch! But you know what the fuck I think is just pathetic and gay? When niggas speculate what the fuck 'Pac would say You don't know shit about a dead man's perspective And talkin' shit'll get your neck bone disconnected Disrespected, niggas don't show no love Why you tryna be hardcore, you fuckin' homo thug? And don't be sensitive and angry at the shit that I wrote 'Cause if you can take a fuckin' dick, you can take a joke I'll choke your friends in front of you to prove that you've fallen off And you won't do shit about it like the Church during the Holocaust Kalashnikov machine gun flow that I fire Obnoxious until they shoot me on the day I retire [Hook] Obnoxious, nigga, murderous lyrics, I know that you hear it Now that I'm gettin' closer and closer, I know that you feel it You're eatin' off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick Niggas said Hip-Hop was dead, but I'm invokin' a spirit We takin' it back in the day to the Golden Age When wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage Immortal Technique, I made this to bump in your ride Or burn it off the Internet and bump it outside Nigga, we keepin' it live, we keepin' it live We keepin' it live, we keepin' it live Burn it off the fuckin' Internet and bump it outside, ha-ha-ha (Yeah nigga!) [Verse 3] Damn, homie! In high school I beat the shit out of you and your man, homie Your girl wanna blow me, and don't even know me She lonely, and she think you a phony I take a piss on a development deal from Sony Or Def Jam, 'cause you're like all of the rest, man This ain't a verse, this is shit-talk at the end of the song And you can suck a dick if you think I ended it wrong Fuck you and I'm gone, ha-ha-ha-ha! (Fuck y'all niggas) [Outro] Peace to the Stronghold, EOW (Cut) Word-A-Mouf, Forbidden Chapters IAK niggas, Wax Poe, killin' you slow The Plague, I'll murder a show, you don't even know Yeah, foul play nigga Ha-ha-ha, Harlem, woah!

Over

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[Produced by Boi-1da and Nick Brongers] [Intro] Uh, uh Young Money Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year—who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over [Verse 1] Alright, bottles on me, long as someone drink it Never drop the ball, fuck are y'all thinking? Making sure the Young Money ship is never sinking About to set it off in this bitch, Jada Pinkett I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home You too fine to be laying down in bed alone I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known About to go thriller, Mike Jackson on these niggas All I need's a fucking red jacket with some zippers Super good smidoke, a package of the Swisher's I did it overnight, it couldn't happen any quicker "Y'all know them? Well, fuck it, me either" But point the biggest skeptic out, I'll make him a believer It wouldn't be the first time I done it, throwing hundreds When I should be throwing ones, bitch, I run it [Chorus] I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year—who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over [Verse 2] Uh, one thing 'bout music: when it hits, you feel no pain And I swear I got this shit that make these bitches go insane So they tell me that they love me, I know better than that, it's just game It's just what comes with the fame, and I'm ready for that, I'm just saying But I really can't complain, everything is kosher Two thumbs up, Ebert and Roeper I really can't see the end getting any closer But I'll probably still be the man when everything is over So I'm riding through the city with my high beams on Can you see me? Can you see me? Get your Visine on Y'all just do not fit the picture: turn your widescreen on If you thinking I'ma quit before I die, dream on Man, they treat me like a legend, am I really this cold? I'm really too young to be feeling this old It's about time you admit it, who you kidding? Man, nobody's ever done it like I did it, uh [Chorus] I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year—who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over Yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over

Holy Smokes

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[Intro: Various Samples] [Give him one of these pills if he has any pain] [A parable....What is it? Well it's a little story with a lot of truth An earthly story with a heavenly meaning Jesus told many parables to grown-ups and children alike He told them simply and sincerely, in words everyone could understand So that all might learn the lesson he was trying to teach...] [Yeah!] [Verse Intro: Aesop Rock] They were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'Till brake fluid sewage crippled up the get-retorted nickel punks Slowly cope but swore his lowly robot vole evoke Would one day rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost [I knew it!] [Verse: Aesop Rock] Holy smokes! Father, black suit white collar Kiddie porn dungeon, guns, and three fingers for your daughter's Caught belly-up, antique Nazi paraphernalia You cannot pay your bills with holy water and Hail Mary luck [Oh my!] Shucks fucker, enjoy the Alcatraz shower fun And mommy's mad I'm cliche generation X agnostic front It ain't the nifty fate, the 1958, before the New-New Testament-approved Altar-boy fisting rape And "take me to your leader" Long as he don't manipulate toddler beaver [Leave him alone!] Call me crazy, but I bet that wasn't God's demeanor Sodom-meter peaking [Me too!] But Long Island was Jesus every weekend Spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing Of a Middle Pennsylvania shit-hole where elders movement Stressed the stellar therapeutic Bible cycle (How?) One church with a bait and tackle store next door and not much MORE So the two moved to New York, made babies raised on what they'd SAW Christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy But immaculate conception came second to playful goodies Like laser-tag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags And manger staff as long as Santa ate the cookies [Well...] Grandma was a saint, while he'd paint with snakes and bullies Said If only you'd memorized your prayers like you did your Kool Gs! By the time I was old enough to know what religion was I was Catholicism-numb and truly didn't give a [FUCK!] '94: Moved out the crib and ain't seen a steeple since What Knievel-evil seeps in a Christian leader's pitch 'Till priests' laps slapped with parental advisory warnings I'll be auditioning Gods in my office on Monday morning [Hook: Various Samples & Aesop Rock] [Yeah!] {Scratched throughout chorus} Uh oh! And yet another pill slipped Down the hatch and pass 'em through the kill-switch I need a couple A's for Q's I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused [Interlude: Sampled] [This story reminds us of the one Jesus told about people who were kind and Helpful to others. He said that one day the king would say to these people: 'Come. Inherit the kingdom prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food. When I was sick and you visited me. I was in prison and you came to me.' But the people asked, when Lord did we see you hungry and feed you? Or sick or in prison and come to you? and the king answered: 'In as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren You have done it unto me.'] [Yeah!] [Hook: Aesop Rock] Just a little bruise in the back of the pews Acting amused with a mask and them Vatican blues For in the eyes of the organization I was raised in Aes' is just another sinning brick in Hell's basement Cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapists For what? Drugs and fucking, It's part of growing up Like cuffs over dumb shits is better than the schools I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused Just a lit fuse in the back of the pews Watching a thousand flavors of the same God feud I figure ultimate-peace is the common theme So its a no-brainer "peace" when the blood hit the screen Got a basic good and evil sensibility born Good neighbor know a halo wouldn't fit over horns I'm more science than faith, I'm more karma than bread and booze I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused Not an asshole I'm just a little confused Not an asshole I'm just a little confused Not an asshole I'm just a little confused (You know what? To be completely honest, Aesop, you're a fucking asshole)

Whats the Difference

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[Produced by Dr. Dre & Mel-Man] [Intro: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? What's the difference between me and you? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Back when Cube was rollin' with Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin' with a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business But sometimes, the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you 'Cause you my nigga, Doc, and Eazy, I'm still wit' you Fuck the beef, nigga, I miss you, and that's just being real wit' you You see, the truth is, everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is, and who I'm still cool with Then, I got these fake-ass niggas I first blew with Claimin' they nonviolent, talkin' like they— (Do not resist the beat) Spit venom in interviews, speakin' on reunions Move units, then talk shit, and we can do this Until then, I ain't even speakin' your name Just keep my name out of your mouth, and we can keep it the same, nigga It ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference [Chorus: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yo, I stay with it, while you try to perpetrate, play with it Never knew about the next level 'til Dre did it (Yeah) I stay committed while you motherfuckers babysitted I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (Yeah) Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid—never come down! Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five bank accounts, three ounces, and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold your breath 'til ain't none left Yo, that's the difference! [Chorus: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' [Verse 3: Eminem & Dr. Dre] A'ight, hold up, hold up! Stop the beat a minute! I got somethin' to say, Dre I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin' weed is in me (What the fuck?) I don't know if I ever told you this But I love you, dog, I got your motherfuckin' back (Right), just know this shit Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga, let's blow this bitch I mean it, dog—you ever need somebody offed: "Whose throat is it?" Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is Well, that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's mama I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin' at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station And drive off, honkin' the horn for her (*Beep-beep!*) Raw-dog, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed-off and beat you with the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub 'til the bubbles pop up In they nose and cough snot up, mucus and hot water That's for tryna talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even thinkin' of havin' them thoughts thought up And you better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I just don't give a fuck!" and see who means it [Chorus: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' [Outro: Phish] What's the difference between me and— (*gunshot*)

In This World

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[Intro] In this world (This that feeling) What's happening to love? (It's that feeling you miss) I'd like to know (It's that love, it's that passion) (Tone they don't get shit like this no more) [Verse 1] Welcome to my longitude and latitude My attitude is shaping my surroundings: Skyscrapers, public housingThe sheep is running from the sun The wolves is howling at the moon It's tragic how you in the street Cause you ain't got no avenues When it come to rapping who's the baddest dude? (In this world)You still don't get it This a recession, what recession? Dog, we been stressingShit been a mess and we been dealing with this depression Since way back, but you ain't got to say that That's the greatest lesson Slave to our possessions Greed the devil favorite weaponFight to the death, only the greatest left (In this world) Let's get it [Hook] Lordy, lordy, lordy lord I been hustling really, really hard Get up off my ass start making some moves Put two and two together start paying my dues I got to get up for it, stand up In this world If skills sold truth be told, I'd probably be, lyrically, Talib Kweli (Jay-Z) [Verse 2] I get respected by the best MCs (in this world) The recipe for my success is One part pain and suffering Two parts brains and hustling Sprinkle it over Hi-Tek production We bubbling like volcanic eruptions You better buckle in Push the panic button Come get your momma to tuck you in You know we did like no other did it (In this world) You gots to get with it [Bridge] In this world What's happening to love? I'd like to know [Hook] [Verse 3] Ayo, I grab the mic until my hands develop the calluses My style is bit I only see myself with John MalkovichMy grind miraculous, rhyme for slums to palaces Facing all my challengers, raising the black power fistHere to eliminate the counterfeit (In this world) Add it up it don't amount to shit I paid my dues kept the receipt for taxesAlthough we stack it we stay stuck in the bracket It's like a straitjacketMy rebel tactics got the planet spinning off it's axisThe devil laughing when you lazy, man get off your ass and Talent don't mean nothing without all the practice(In this world) [Hook]

Doggy Dogg World

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[Skit: Snoop Dogg] Can we get a motherfuckin' moment of silence For the small chronic break? A-hah, niggas be brown-nosin' these hoes and shit Takin' bitches out to eat, and spendin' money on these hoes Know what I'm sayin'? I treat a bitch like 7-Up — I never have, I never will I tell a bitch like this: "Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes You'll never go platinum!" Hey Daz, give me a light, nigga [Intro: Taa Dow] We’d like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker, and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggas know who I am, y'all niggas tearin' up shit But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight Put yo' hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics [Bridge: Snoop Dogg] It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin' motherfuckers tryin' to steal my flow But it ain't no thang, 'cause, see, my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] You know, some of these niggas is so deceptive Usin' my styles like a contraceptive I hope you get burnt, seems you haven't learnt It's the knick-knack, paddywhack, I still got the biggest sack So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (Whyyy?) Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up Now, tell me, what's going on? It make me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in O-zones Known for the break up, so take off your clothes And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint? You'se a flea! And I'm the Big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin' paws Y'alls niggas better recognize (Uh-huh) And see where I'm comin' from — it's still Eastside 'til I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-double G, Y [Hook: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World [Verse 2: Kurupt] Well, if you give me ten bitches, then I'll fuck all ten See my homie Snoop Dogg sippin' juice and gin Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip to get papers Styles vary, packin' flavor like Lifesavers Ain't that somethin'? Talk shit and I'm dumpin' I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm comin' through One-two, three — you can't see me I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin' All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin' I wanna see some panties droppin' I'm comin' from L.A, she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that ho Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I’m dishin' out blues, I’m upsettin' like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name’s often marked for catchin' slugs And I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it’s unexplanatory how I gets wicked But it’s mandatory that I kick it Check it, I’m runnin' hoes in '94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin' and movin' Prepare for a war, it’s on I’m head huntin', hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep the massacre from a verbal assassin Murderin' with rhymes packin' TEC-9’s for some action You really don’t know, do you? You fuckin' wit a hog You can’t do me, I’m goin' out looney like O-Dog [Hook: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World [Bridge: Dat Nigga Daz] Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (All night long) Uh-huh, 'til when? (Till the early morn') It don't stop, and uh... it don't quit for the... Tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dope shit [Verse 3: Dat Nigga Daz] Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip-flop and serve hoes with the fat dick 'Til I die, I'm still screamin' out ("Bitches ain't shit!") Now, I'm the mack daddy, had he Not known about the city where I'm from, dum-diddy-dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D, the gangster clique Now as Tha Pound break it down with the gangster funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic 'til the day that I die [Hook: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a Doggy Dogg World

Drop the World

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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days are the same You keep the sunshine, save me the rain I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond The top gets higher the more that I climb The spot gets smaller and I get bigger Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on, ma'fucker ‘Cause all this bullshit just made me strong, ma'fucker [Chorus: Lil Wayne] So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof I, I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off Huh, my word is my pride But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise Served to survive, murdered and bribed And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside [Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem] So I could pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Haha, yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I'm gone [Bridge: Eminem] It hurts, but I never show This pain you'll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit I've become My back's against the wall When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: "Fuck 'em all!" [Verse 3: Eminem] Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in Oops, time to raise it then Your days are numbered like pages in My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy This crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim, but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear, one way or another, I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it I swear to God, won't spare the rod I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk You're trapped in my medicine ball I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'— [Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem] Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I'm gone

Im Back

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[Hook] I never let you down, I’ma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard I'm gonna ball, on them squares I float Quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may seem he might be But no matter what they doing, they don’t do it like me Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back! [Verse 1] Strike a match, catch a fire Any moment I decide that's enough of all your lies Boy, your buzz just died Step inside, super-fly, to the shoes in their coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire grow with every new crew Cause these guys, they don't ride like my nigga, you too Tight jeans, funny haircuts dancing on the screen There's a drought of real niggas in the game, so it seems Just pretend to holla, pimping, give the shit a black eye eye Next he say he trapping in my head I’m like: "why?" Be yourself; you ain't got a pimp bone in your body I can tell you ain't never bought a key or caught a body Nigga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane Me and Boosie all go to prison Now he flipping hoes, every nigga tripping Listen dude, for you that ain't in the cards Thank the power's in the guns But overall it's in your heart Nowadays I don’t know what's up with niggas in the A Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way: Violating. I was having conversations in the joint But guess who done it? And I promised I would put you on point I’m disappointed in you, dogg, you ain't hold it down at all But I ain't going at your jaw, just going to show you how to ball Standing tall through the storm, on the yard or in the dorms Cats in prison who expecting me to represent for them [Hook] I never let you down, I’ma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard I'm gonna ball, on them squares I float Quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may seem he might be But no matter what they doing, they don’t do it like me Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back! [Verse 2] Strike a match, catch a fire, see T.I. add gas What's a Molotov cocktail that never break a glass Still I am, partnas want to come for me you better bring it I ain’t mad I forgive them, God I know they ain't mean it Yeah I seen it all before, hate I'm popping and they ain't Wrack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can’t Ain't that lame, but then that hatred manifest to pure malice I’m no longer being callous, I’m gonna let you niggas have it Won’t be satisfied until somebody dies and I'm patiently waiting on Me and the reaper on a first name basis now I’m a let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you But know that we could take it any place you wanna take it too Hating in your blood, Cuz. Yes, it’s just too late for you All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep it up an Imma send you ass to chill wit Aunt Joyce Hey, you can have the bottom, partner I'm up in the sky box I got shit locked down nigga why stop now I'm so above you, hover over suckers why drop down I’m so profound, it goes down, and I never let you down [Hook] I never let you down, I’ma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard I'm gonna ball, on them squares I float Quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may seem he might be But no matter what they doing, they don’t do it like me Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back!

Patiently Waiting

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[Intro: 50 Cent] Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right? (Ha-ha-ha) I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50) And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah) If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 (Yeah) The Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined (Uh-huh) Shit, I ain't even got to try to shine (Woo) God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook 50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand, writin' lines knowin' The Source will quote it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin' for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today, my phone'll stop ringin' again These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50) And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah) If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50) I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50) And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah) If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50) [Bridge 1: Eminem] You've been patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin' Debatin' whether or not you can even weather the storm As you lay on the table, they operatin' to save you It's like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above [Verse 2: Eminem] They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it, shit, basically They're just playin' sick, they ain't shit, they ain't sayin' shit—spray 'em, 50 A to the K, get in the way, I'll bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into fuckin' mayhem, you stayin' with me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you? You know what's comin'? You motherfuckers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts to this rap shit, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit, what you know about death threats, 'cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children (Woo), it's nuclear showers There's nothin' spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50 [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50) And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah) If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50) [Bridge 2: 50 Cent] If the gun squad hearin' all the shots go off It's 50, they say it's 50 See a nigga laid out with his fuckin' top blown off It's 50—man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name [Verse 3: 50 Cent] You know you shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house (Yeah) And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth 'Cause I'll break your face (Uh-huh) Have your ass runnin', mumblin' to the jake You goin' against me, dawg, you're makin' a mistake I'll split ya, leave you lookin' like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper (Uh-huh) The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper (Flipper) Your bitch a regular bitch, you callin' her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keepin' her icey I'm down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in '94, "We don't love them hoes" I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich See the twenties spinnin' lookin' mean on the 6 Niggas wearin' flags 'cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50) And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah) If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50) I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (It's 50) And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah) If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)

Rikers Island

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[Intro] Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice You do the crime, you're payin the price Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle This is a jungle where the murderers mingle They say the place is crowded but there's room for you Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock With a real nice device that's called a sock lock Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates Posses will devour, punks with power After the shower it's, rush hour So watch your back before you get sacked These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] C-74, adolescents at warPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped If you don't got a game, you get beaten and slain And scared as a mouse in a house of pain So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock You might be coolin, you might be stylin But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while So keep your money pilin, keep profilin Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island

A Million and One Questions Remix

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[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Uh-huh, I've did it again niggas Fucked up, right? Ha, I know I know what y'all niggas asking yourself Is he gon' ever fall off? No... [Verse 1] A lot of speculation On the monies I've made, honies I've slayed How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid? Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a TEC? What's the position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck But only your single going gold? If Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for a O? For the millionth time asking me questions like Wendy Williams Harassing me, then get upset when I catch feelings Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave While I'm looking at my Rol', ice spinning on my sleeve Ugh! Nice watch, do you really have a spot? Like you said in "Friend or Foe," and if so, what block? What you doin' in L.A., with Filipinos and Eses Latinos in Chevys, down by Pico with Frederico I answer all y'all questions but then y'all got to go Now the question I ask you is, "How bad you wanna know?" BLAOW! [Hook] (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do, what? (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do? Ugh! [Verse 2] '98, Preemo remix, and ain't nothing different I don't know what the hell, niggas been sniffing Jigga still dipping, chrome on the whips and Four days out the week, find me in the kitchen Still in the game, nigga, hooked like glue Papi gave me one pie, but it cook like two I'm a crook like you Cats around my way was buying brand new whips and shit What could I do? Knowin I'm supposed to style I'm the hustler's poster child, rock lizards and cro-codile Live ironic and what-not Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot Now you see me on them stages, rocks in the air Looking like blue lasers, never fugaz-es Act courageous, I smack 'em with the two aces MAC double one, nigga, I'm troublesome All I got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and them It's the Roc-A-Fella clique, what's fucking with them? Not a damn thang nigga, we doing our damn thing BLAOW!!! [Hook] (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do, come on (A million) Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree, ladies and gentlemen? [Verse 3] Ha! Well they call me Jay-Hova 'cause the flow is religious And ever since I was 16, I was holding digits I'm seeing this industry clearer As if I had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror I slow-flows y'all to death So y'all hoes know who's best—Jigga! The flow be Ay, Bendito For the mamis I hable español, poquito Oh Este, I got timing like a segue Now holla back, baby! Uh-huh-huh, Jay-Z, you motherfucking right In the darkest nights let off my gun for light To guide y'all through, show you how it's done I'm The Question and The Answer like Iverson Jets be private ones, no gate to lift So when I take flight, it's from Hangar 6 Bang with this, wake up with one in your brain And the cocaine flow's straight numbing your pain This ain't your speed, young mayne, run in your lane So I can come through doing a hundred and change I put one in your frame—picture that Who's running the game? Let's get to that I guess we one and the same A million and one... once again Novacane flow, ho, you ain't know Like a baller in an Impala, Jigga remain low Then I pop up, and tear your block up and kick off like soccer In a Range Rove, twist hoes like ankles 'Til the next time, nigga I hit y'all with a million more

Beware Jay-Z Remix

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[Intro & Hook: Jay Z & Labh Janjua] Ugh, uh-huh It's the Roc in the building Khaliq ('Sup, lil' nigga?), Ramel ('Sup?), Barell in the house Neeveen akh kuch chir paake rakh le (Yes!) Palle vich mukhda lukake rakh le Live from the United States Brooklyn New York, it's your boy (Ugh, ugh) Young Neevee akh kuch chir paake rakh le (Woo!) Palle vich mukhda lukake rakh le The nephews is in the house Aiven kari na kise de naal pyaar Mundeya ton bach ke rahi (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Jay-Z & Labh Janjua] Soon as the beat drop, we got the streets locked Overseas, the Panjabi MC and the Roc I came to see the mamis in the spot On the count of three, drop your body like it's hot One, Young, two, you One, two, three, Young Hov's a— Snake charmer, move your body like a snake, mama Make me wanna put the snake on you I'm on my eighth summer, still hot—Young's the eighth wonder All I do is get bread, yeah, I take Wonder I take one of your chicks straight from under your armpit The Black Brad Pitt I mack 'til six in the A-M, all day, I'm P-I-M-P, I am simply Attached to the track like SMPTE Ni tu kari na kise de naal pyaar It's simply good, Young Hov, infinitely hood [Hook: Jay-Z & Labh Janjua] Mundeya to bach ke rahi (R-O-C, and you don't stop) Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi (Panjabi MC, and you don't stop) Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar (Nigga, NYC, and we don't stop) Mundeya to bach ke rahi (It's the Roc, it's the Roc) R.O.C, and we don't stop Panjabi MC, and we don't stop It's ya boy Jay-Z, and we don't stop Nigga, R-O-C, and we won't stop, ha [Break: Panjabi MC & Jay-Z] Tera ki kasoor je nashile nain ho gaye (Yes) Sikh ke adava sharmile nain ho gaye (Ugh, yeah) Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, yes Tera ki kasoor je nashile nain ho gaye Sikh ke adava sharmile nain ho gaye Saanbh ke rakh ni eh joban butari Saanbh ke rakh ni eh joban butari (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) Hun mud ke na aauni eh bahaar (Yes!) Mundiya to bach ke rahi [Verse 2: Jay Z] Ma— I ain't gotta tell you, but it's your boy Hov From the U.S.—you just lay down slow Catch your boy, mingle in England, meddling in the Netherlands Checking in daily under aliases We rebellious, we back home Screaming, "Leave Iraq alone!" But all my soldiers in the field, I will wish you safe return But only love kills war—when will they learn? It's International Hov, been having the flow Before Bin Laden got Manhattan to blow Before Ronald Reagan got Manhattan the blow Before, I was cabbing it there, back and forth Raw, we had it all day, Papi in the hallway (What up, man?) Cop one on consignment to give you more yay' Yeah, but that's another stor-ay But for now, mami, turn it around, and let the boy play [Outro: Panjabi MC & Jay-Z] Nahi teri jehi Sohni koi naar (Jay!) Mundeya to bach ke rahi Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi R.O.C, and you don't stop Panjabi MC, and you don't stop Nigga, NYC and we don't stop It's the Roc, it's the Roc Mundeya de bula ute teriya kahaniya Channi ne ta khanne diyan galiyan vi shaaniya Jovana de bula ute teriya kahaniya Channi ne ta khanne diyan galiyan vi shaaniya Janjua ta hoya tera roop da diwana Janjua ta hoya tera roop da diwana Chal sakiya na husan da vaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi

Cant Deny It

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[Hook: Nate Dogg] Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fuckin' rider You don't wanna fuck with me Got scales in the trunk with me Switching lanes, do a buck with me Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fucking rider You don't wanna bang with me And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggas trip, I got my thang with me [Fabolous] Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all with it, these niggas see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's William Bonnie, stealin' mamis Dance closely, even though they feel the llamies I ain't tryin' to send police to ya res' I'm tryin' to put this piece to ya chest And you in peace wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go [Hook] [Fabolous] + (Nate Dogg) Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'Click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this? I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck That can make it feel like the block's movin' My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin' Them boys in blue with the shields and the Glocks movin' (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3, 'cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the Chukka's And if your duck cheese I'mma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die Hollerin' 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool [Hook] [Nate Dogg] It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up Its really quite easy, just step up I'mma knock him so hard, on his butt Just like he been drinkin', like he drunk The fat bitch stood up, just stood up She bout to be singin', turn it up You won't hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin', won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end up the reason, ya homies Will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker You kids rap; that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told That ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'mma put this nine right To the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It's still nuthin' but a G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icy, I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the 'jects Still bump in your decks, still dumpin' the TEC, still

The Shipment

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[Hook: Boots Riley] It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my shit we gon' have to fight I'm always rolling dirty so be acting right It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my shit we gon' have to fight I'm always rolling dirty so be acting right [Verse 1: Boots] I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignite More strikes than a teaching staff's fight for pay hikes Like cleats with spikes I clings to my turf tight Get low like a Smurf might -- earth is my birthright You salivate at the sound of the bell I come sick and make your lymph nodes swell Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell When I'm shooting off my mouth the politicians start to bail When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot; I'm yelling, "Gimme all the loot!" Bourgeoisie pimping me, now my digits don't compute Chilling in a house of ill repute But is you wearing camasols or purple-pinstripe suits? Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick Sweat oozing my skin just to get another fin Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducing Jail time producing, silly Lilliputians! This Gulliver come equipped with a fo'-fo' And twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do' Skirting down the strip with a mission to render And we don't give a fuck if we missing a fender Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender Can't be saved by Cokenders or a public defender This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic This political-symphonic-lyrical-narcotic Something much mo' potent that we plotted Come and get some, if you ain't got it [Hook] It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my shit we gon' have to fight I'm always rolling dirty so be acting right It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my shit we gon' have to fight I'm always rolling dirty so be acting right [Verse 2] Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilarating! I accuse you of NIGGA-hating! And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don't cop a plea Cause I'm B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P I feel my epidermis at it's firmest just before a skirmish If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos Aspired to be famous, putting fire in their anus Made the ruling class hate us more than child support payments To Rosemary's Baby; shick-a-shick-shady!! Pissing in your gumbo and they tell you, "It's all gravy!" See, you can't trust a big grip and a smile And I slang rocks, but Palestinian style Now there's a rumble in the jungle -- never mumble though I'm humble Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble Who's pimping your bundle? I'm fly like Seth Brundle If you're snitching to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make And what the boss take is keeping us from living great If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate You better have a crew to help you shut down his estate Don't get frustrated, discombobulated Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it! 'Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smelling couches Overturned garbage cans with no Oscar the Grouches Making money selling plastic pouches As Mystikal would say, "My flo' is covered wit' roaches!" Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you 'bout it! [Hook] It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my shit we gon' have to fight I'm always rolling dirty so be acting right It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my shit we gon' have to fight I'm always rolling dirty so be acting right [Bridge: The 2 Sistas] Systematic playa-hation Green paper complications Got my ass an education Can I get an application??

Welcome to New York City

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[Intro: Jay-Z, Cam'ron & (Just Blaze)] Turn the motherfucking music up Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade Birthplace of Michael Jordan Home of Biggie Smalls, Roc-A-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) Ladies and gentlemen Killa Cam, Young Hov' is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) Stand the fuck up! [Verse 1: Jay-Z (Cam'ron)] I'm a BK brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida Rucker game attender, with the Bent parked On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me front and center At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor Next to Spike if you pan left to right I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight With Cam, once again if you pan left of his ice It be the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go, off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I throw, off the Feds when I'm scrambling at night And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right) [Chorus: Juelz Santana (Just Blaze)] It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost Towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh! (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] (Killa, uh, Harlem, Killa!) Yo, there's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from (word?) It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from the nine and straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two on the waist, two on the ankle, two to just spank you (faggot) You get jammed with them jammers Blammed with them blammers Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta You think you know what life do, mink on the motor-cycle Trinkets they so delightful, blinging in so much ice fool (bling!) In front of Sparks body Castellano Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer your chauffeur (over) Coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught Midnight pitch fights, another victim Watch him 'fore he watch you.. (get 'em), Killa [Break: Just Blaze] (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana (Just Blaze)] It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost Towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh! (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) [Verse 3: Cam'ron & Jay-Z] Listen, yo I'm from 101, West to Hund 40th, the shit is live 5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd, hit you from two-one That's on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One Coverage at Centre Street, got Brafman defending me 'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary The judge said, "Is this that thug, from the Kit-Kat club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tub You looking at rich black thugs that get that love And we won't stop til I get back Blood, holla at 'em Hov' I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark That's why the, Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the Johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana (Just Blaze)] It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost Towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh! (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) [Outro: Cam'ron (Just Blaze)] Uh huh, y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man It's the Roc bitch, Killa (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) My nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans Diplomats man, Hoffa, Dash Get the fuck off our dick, no homo (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City!) Bullshit, whatever y'all wanna say for two minutes, man I own this shit right now, man, I ain't going nowhere (Welcome to New York City!)

Hot Spot

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[Verse 1] Ayo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze Flows all night like vintage Dom Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past Celly on roam, full belly, first class And I don't play, I watch them pockets Know y'all niggas go broke after you cop them watches See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox bitch [Chorus] You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls [Verse 2] Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggas Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors Love, after the club, meet me at the diner So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave The night is young, I'm likin son Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb Pull up my tights some, enticin him You can handle the work, I'll play wit it Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it Bitches in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it [Chorus] You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls [Verse 3] You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case I'm sittin' on Top of the World like Brandy and Mase You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit Six AMG's with the spoiler kit Chromes from the fac', phones front and back CoCo, flow, niggas is wantin that Out they vehicles, niggas is bumpin that I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow Whole album hot, even the outro This time around I'm tryin to do about fo' This is for my niggas and bitches who count dough And y'all in the club I make 'em bounce [Chorus] You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls [Outro] Hot spot, bar y'all Alright, our world Hot spot, bar y'all Alright, our world

Me and Jesus the Pimp in a 79 Granada Last Night

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[Verse 1] Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya" What I replied denied, but he mixin' weed and hop His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot Bored said, we need a plot, I comply, let's leave the spot Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got His name is Hey-Zeus but his pimp name is Jesus Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis "Nigga, don't you know that I'm your daddy" said he This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree Never plea, try not to flee, make niggas pee when you stick around This man my momma had found taught me to put it down I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound Makin' sure that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a ho quick But now he's fifty and his belly hang lower than his dick Philosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chips And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips Then that shit starts to skip, he said, somebody must have scratched it Put the forty to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet Well, since my adolescence, 'cause of his pimp lessons Smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction Ain't got no close partners, socially I can't function From the pen he would scribe on how to survive Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke Did I mention that my mama was his number one ho? Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash And wheezed out, "Come on man, make this motherfucker mash" Ain't gonna mash too fast, 'cause my tags ain't right Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night [Hook] Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight? [Verse 2] City lights from far away can make you drop your jaw Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras There's beauty in the cracks of the cement When I was five, I hopped over them wherever we went to prevent Whatever it was that could break my momma's back Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac And matter of fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract And on the track, she went from beautiful to battle axe And back at home, she would cry into her pillow Vomit in the commode, I was six years old I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold Never knew how she was sufferin' for my food and clothes She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread I said, "He's missin' an arm, and he seem like a pee-pee head" She said, don't cuss and my teeth to go brush And get ready for bed and the toilet to flush With tears in my mama's eyes, I was her everything Before she went out on the stroll She'd tuck me into bed and sing "You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words" [Verse 3] I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies Reminds me of midnight in a dope fiend's eyes And my nine-year-old self as paramedics leave Left to bawl my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve To give illustrations that are clear and clean I'll take you two hours back, before this scene Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini and fake mink Even though she served for fifty dollars-a-pop Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped That day the landlady got her rent before he got his knot Slammed mama's head against the front bolt lock Then the pimp with one arm done harm Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin' Heard the blap blap of twenty head crack percussion And body blows, her body froze from bolos to the spine I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine She didn't even have the strength to say, "I love you, Boo" But I said it to her and she knew that I knew She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout directions Go to Frisco, I got very friendly vocal inflections Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night [Hook] Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight? Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight? [Verse 4] The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled My temperature gauge read, cold and blistery Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphalt history This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary Fifteen years, but it seem like a century See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp, comma You accidentally killed my moms, no player hatin' points You know how bitches act, shit, exclamation point First it was a set up move, then it was the truth His letters were the only friends that I had as a youth But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick 'Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers And I don't think that it's gonna end till we make revolution But who gonna make the shit if we worship prostitution? Ain't no women finna die for the same old conclusion Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery Jesus said, "Why the hell you pointin' a gat So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on This is for my mental and my mama that I cried on Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones But since I'm Macintosh, I'mma double click your icon" He struggled for life, then gave up the fight Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night [Hook] Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight? Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight? [Boots] And I still remember mama "You're much too beautiful for words You're much too beautiful for words You're much too beautiful for words You're much too beautiful for words" [Hook] Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight? Oakland, do you wanna ride? I can't hear you, Oakland do you want to ride tonight?

Ink My Whole Body

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

The Dynasty Intro

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[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro] It's the Dynasty, niggas As promised The world's most infamous, Roc-A-Fella Records This is Roc La Familia It's Young Hova Beanie Sigel Memphis Bleek Amil-lion It's the Dynasty, niggas 2000 to infinity This is ghetto to ghetto, gutter to gutter Street corner to street corner, project to project Worldwide Walk with us, niggas Hoffa, Dash It's The Dynasty, niggas Check it out Ugh, walk with me, talk to me, yo [Verse] The theme song to The Sopranos Plays in the key of life on my mental piano Got a strange way of seeing life, like I'm Stevie Wonder with beads under the do-rag Intuition is there, even when my vision's impaired, yeah Knowing I can go just switching a spare On the highway of life, nigga, it's sharp in my sight, oh! Keen senses ever since I was a teen on the benches Every time somebody like Ennis was mentioned I would turn green—me, being in the trenches Him, living adventurous, not worrying about expenditures I'm braving temperatures below zero, no hero No father figure; you gotta pardon a nigga But I'm starving, my niggas, and the weight loss in my figure Is starting to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver Watch it, my niggas; I'm trying to be calm but I'm gon' get richer Through any means with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture Never read the Qur'an or Islamic scriptures Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas Tattooed, so I carry on like I'm nonreligious Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures Niggas say it's the dawn, but I'm superstitious Shit is as dark as it's been, nothing has gone as you predicted I move with biscuits, stop the heart of niggas acting too suspicious This is food for thought—you do the dishes!

What We Do

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[Intro: Freeway] Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga It's that real shit (Even though what we do is wrong) [Verse 1: Freeway & Jay-Z] We still hustle 'til the sun come up Crack a 40 when the sun go down It's a cold winter, y'all niggas better bundle up And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion just to rock it down You hot now, listen up Don't you know cops' sole purpose is to lock us down? And throw away the key But without this drug shit, your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh? We still try to keep mom, smilin' Cause when her teeth stop showin' And her stomach start growlin' then the heat start flowin' If you from the hood, I know you feel me (Keep goin') If a sneak start leaning and the heat stop workin' Then my heat start working, I'ma rob me a person Catch a nigga sleeping while he out in the open And I'ma get him (Keep flowin') We gotta raise our kids while we livin' Make a million off a record, bail my niggas outta prison Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smith 'n But I'm never snitching, I'm a rider If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen I'll be wilding 'til they pick me out a line-up Even though what we do is wrong We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it Wild out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it I'm not tryna visit the morgue But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord 'Til I, get my shit together, clean up my sins Freeway got it in like 10 in the morning And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawning mang Even though what we do is wrong Still deliver the order mang And I ain't talking 'bout chicken and gravy mang I'm talking bout bricks of yayo, halves and quarters Fou and a halves of hash, you do the math Swing past us, scoop up your daughter She wanna roll with a thug that rap, you do the math He gon' blast 'til my stacks in order mang! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Mang, let me get 'em Free Hov never slacking mang, zipping in the black Range Faster than the red ghost, getting ghost with Pac-Man One-time know I got a knack to get that change Leader of the black gang, R-O-C mang Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's sticking out Y'all don't want to witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana mang But I gotta feed Tianna mang So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man Rain, sleet, hail, snow man Slang dope, E, hydro man [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] You, know, B. Sige' in the third lane Gramps still praying, working on my nerves man Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean Before they blow them horns like Coltrane" But still I cry tears of a hustler Wipe tears from my mother, pour out beers for our brothers That's above us, make beds for the babies Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers Shit, I'll probably be wilding with their fathers Tell Ms. Robert, tell Anajmah that I'm riding for her father That's like my brother, like same mother, different father Any problems dawg, know I got 'em And still we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways Still gave back Marcy on Dollar Day Real gangstas make hood holidays They ain't thank us but we still paid homage mang Soul Food Sunday looking like Big Momma's mang Tell the gang I never break my promise mang Mang, uhh! [Outro] Even though what we do is wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong Even though what we do is wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

Survival of the Fittest

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[Intro: Prodigy] Yeah, sendin' this one out To my man, Killer B No doubt indeed Where that weed? Nomsayin'? That old real shit [Verse 1: Prodigy] There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from You could run, but you can't hide forever From these streets that we done took You walkin' with your head down, scared to look You shook, ‘cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady By the MAC one-double, I touch you And leave you with not much to go home with My skin is thick, ‘cause I be up in the mix of action If I'm not at home, puffin' lye, relaxin' New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul Before I put my foot down and begin to stroll Into the drama I built And all unfinished beef, you will soon be killed Put us together, it's like mixin' vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin', takin' my enemies with me And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord, forgive me The Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act I'm fallin' and I can't turn back Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black That I can't say so it's left a untold fact Until my death, my goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit, only the strong survive [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it) We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin' it) We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it) We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive [Verse 2: Havoc] I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough Y'know, when the dough get low the jewels go But never that, as long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin', countin' my stacks No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution Five-oh lurkin', no time to get lost in the system Niggas usin' fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I live a world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged That fucked me up, God, but shit happens for a reason You find out who's your true peoples When you're upstate bleedin' You can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you Hit with a two to four is difficult Wild on the streets, I try to maintain Tight with my loot, ‘cause hoes like to run game Some niggas like to trick, but I ain't with that trickin' shit I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never separate and pull together When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt My crew's all about loot—fuck lookin' cute! I'm strictly Timb boots and Army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell In the Bridge, gettin' down, it ain't hard to tell You better realize [Chorus: Mobb Deep] Yo, yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it) We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin' it) We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it) We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive [Outro: Prodigy] Open your eyes and get wise Look alive, in '95, word up Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Nomsayin? Mobb Deep and all that

Big Pimpin

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[Produced by Timbaland] [Intro: JAY-Z] Uh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin' baby (That's right) It's big pimpin', spendin' Gs Feel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah [Verse 1: JAY-Z] You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em ‘Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin' about, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word Bitch, better trust and believe 'em In the cut where I keep 'em 'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts Then it's "beep beep" and I'm pickin' them up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga's fists in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head I'ma break bread, so you can be livin' it up? Shit, I part with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen; I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience and I hate waitin' Ho, get your ass in and let's ride! Check em out now, ride! Ride! Check em out now, ride! [Chorus: JAY-Z] We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese Check 'em out now, big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese Check 'em out now, big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Verse 2: Bun B] Nigga, it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o Oops, my bad, that's "my scenario" No, I can't fuck a scary ho Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin', they say: "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' Heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit Then it won't be a little hit Go read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch! And step up your vocab! Don't be surprised if your ho stab out with me And you see us comin' down on yo' SLAB Livin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh Wet with two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track Timbaland, let me spit my prose on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flows on But when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man For real, it don't get no bigger, man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool! [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Verse 3: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' up Keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood In my hood we call it "buck" Everybody wanna ball Holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall Nigga, I can't fuck with y'all If I wasn't rappin', baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes Comin' down and sippin' daily No record 'til whitey pay me Uhh, now what y'all know about them Texas boys? Comin' down in candied toys Smokin' weed and talkin' noise [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Verse 4: JAY-Z] On the canopy, my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee MTV jam of the week Made my money quick, then back to the streets But still sittin' on blades, sippin' that Ray Standin' on the corner of my block, hustlin' Still gettin' that 'caine Half what I paid slippin' right through customs It'll sell by night, its egg shell white I got so many grams, if the man find out It will land me in jail for life But I'm still big pimpin', spendin' cheese With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got bitches in the back of the truck Laughin' it up, Jigga Man: that's what's up! [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Swag Surf

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[Intro] KE on the Track No Ceilings Ah... O—OK [Verse] I got this chrome on this Bugatti, I'm strong in this Bugatti Two V8s, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch, I’m bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp Don't fuck with me 'cause right now, I'm higher than Captain Kirk I swear, I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse And if you throw it in a bag I bet I'll snatch her purse OK, I spaz, I curse; you last, I'm first I'm on your ass, like dirt; behind that cash, get murked I'm talking big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga Shoot the witness, nigga Hold court in the streets and convict this nigga Ol' dickless nigga Man, I'm running with the blocka, Young Money, motherfucker You think we gon' do our thing? Well, ain't it sunny in the summer? And we coming for the commas, and whoever among us And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said, T.I., hold your head, and Mack, hold your head Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds And to my Bloods, code red, man, you know how we play it And if it costs to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay I—I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit Take the brain off the whip; now, it don't make no sense Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promised tomorrow Now, women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra Fuq' roll them killer plants, the Little Shop of Horror And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara Man, I'm too much for these niggas and three much for these hoes The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mamas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man, I know you heard Obama And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarterback, shotgun, you don’t get any sack yards Bitch, I ball hard, breaking all the backboards Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I will crack yours And even at the White House, we pull up at the back doors Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna birdie these balls In the Porsche 911, like emergency calls Man, I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbing two logs Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, ugh Now, get off my dick, I ain't fucking with you Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston Redbone do me good, then her friend assist her I mean, a bitch she never met, her best friend, or sister I leave the pussy micro-soft like Windows Vista Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho Bullet in you boys' memory, now you act like you don't know Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But Heaven or Hell, I'm hoping that they be where I'ma go Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show Still "long hair, don't care" like a Navajo I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search I smash this verse, and I swag and surf [Outro] No Ceilings! Hahahaha!

Hell Yeah Remix

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[Jay-Z] We together on the same track now, baby Whatchu gone call us now [Intro] Holton street, Dean street Prezident, Nostrand Ave, Marcy Orange Ave, RBGs T-Town, who wanna ride Brooklyn, come on, come on [Verse 1: stic.man] Sittin' in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit But I'm a maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for the caper, steady plottin' for the paper We been livin' in the dark since April On the candle, gotta get a handle My homie got a twenty-five automatic added to the gamble Nigga get the phonebook look up in the Yellow Page Lemme tell you how we finna to get paid We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver We gonna stick the twenty-five up in his face Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors Head to the notorious Southside One weapon to the four of us Hidin' in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights White boy in the wrong place at the right time Soon as the car door open up he mine We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes You know what this is, it's a stick up Gimme the dough from your pickups You ran into the wrong niggas We runnin' down the block hot with these pizza boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment [Hook] Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga Hell yeah, well let's ride then Hell yeah, hell yeah [Verse 2: M-1] I know a way we can get paid You can get down but you can't be afraid Let's go to the DMV and get a ID The name says you but the face is me Now it's your turn take my paper work Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work Then, fill out the credit card application And it's gonna be bout three weeks of waitin' For American Express, Discover Card Platinum Visa, Master Card Cause, when we was boostin' shit we was targets Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rockin' brand names Well known at department store chains Even got the boys in the crew a few things Po Po never know who to true blame Store after store you know we kept rollin' Wait two weeks report the card stolen Repeat this cycle like a laundry mat Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags We can take it right back then get the cash Yeah, get a friend and then do it again Damn right that's how we paid the rent [Bridge x2] Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle This is the way we survive [Verse 3: Jay-Z] As long as there's, drugs to be sold I ain't waitin' for the system to plug up these holes I ain't slippin' through the cracks So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin' to slip you these raps The first black in the suburbs You'd think I had ecstasy, percocet, and plus syrup The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve The first young buck that I served I thought back to the block I never seen a cop when I was out there They never came out there And out there, I was slingin' crack to live I'm only slingin' raps to your kids I'm only trying to show you how black niggas live But you don't want your little ones actin' like this Lil' Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny And now they all know the skinny Lil' Joey got his doo rag on Driving down the street blastin' 2Pac's song (Thug Life baby) But Billy like Snoop, got his blue rag on Now before you know it, you back in 'Nam Now the police, got me in the middle of the street Trying to beat me blue, black and orange I'm like hold up, who you smacking on I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on [Refrain] Hell yeah, y'all don't like that do you Hell yeah, you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you Hell yeah, you know we tired of starvin' my nigga Hell yeah, let's ride, hell yeah, let's ride [Bridge x2] If you claimin' gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind Holton Street Dean Street, click clack President, Nostrand Ave Orange Ave Tee Town, who wanna ride Brooklyn, come on, come on We got to get over Please, steady on the grind

The Heist

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah UHH! This goes out to all the ballers Hah, in the streets and in jail Yeah, yo it's your man Big L One-three-nine, Danger Zone I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me Check it out, uhh - bust it [Big L] Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn' Just finished doin a song Now I'm ready for sleep But first I want spaghetti to eat And there's a good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jump in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speak I called back on the cell - it's Corle', mad as hell Told me to listen well as he started to yell [Corle'] "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn" [Big L] "It's my wife, you sure?" [Corle'] "Yeah, I'm sure I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door" [Big L] "Say no more, which one?" [Corle'] "The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge" [Big L] "We goin' hurt those hoes" [Corle'] "And hurt both of them kids" [Big L] Now I'm in the Range Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change I can't wait to touch them lames and them fuckin dames I reach the destination Grab the heat without no hesitation These niggas fuckin up my reputation I saw Corleone holdin the chrome Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cut Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up "Yo, who that in the background?" [Tommy Gibbs] "It's Tommy Gibbs" [Big L] "Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out I hope you ain't scared, there's no time to back out [Corle'] We gon' take the back route And pull the gats out and throw the mask on We ain't leavin til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone [Big L] We gon' get our laugh on when we through But right now we got a job to do" [Corle'] "So let's do it!" [Big L] I stepped to the desk clerk Put the gat to her dress-shirt Told her listen up before she get hurt "They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males What room they got?" She paused and said "212" I took the steps now I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokin Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off Saw the door, let the Glock off, tore the lock off Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face Then my other two niggas ran in, each had a cannon Ready to take care what we been plannin [Corle'] These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate [Big L] We know they got stacks Cause they don't fuck with nothin but weight We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use Then told 'em when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loose [Corle'] And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back "You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at" [Big L] He gave me the address then I ran outside But first I took the keys to his van outside And when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash A hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash I was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bag So I got three, filled 'em all up to the T I put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks [Corle'] "Aiyyo fuck it L, we might as well pop these cunts" [Big L] Now that's four bodies Two outta-towners and two hotties And after that we ain't sleep for three days We hit the PJ's, split the money three ways Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded Celebratin nigga, heist completed

Beamer Benz or Bentley Remix

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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew Get in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley Beat it -- I bet she let me; she been fiending since she met me I'm the coolest shit especially when I'm throwing on my Gretzky Got my S-S-Smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me This is heavy new Bentley, color vanilla and cherry Andretti or Pirelli, make a movie out the ghettie Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready Pink Rose and chronic smelly while I'm stumbling out the telly I'm so fly, I'm so ferry and the way I flow is very Ginsu or machete, when my pencil move it's deadly Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out a lezzie Magazine, Mac, Desi, keep my windows like the Prezzie Press a button and I'm stunting, my roof look like it's ducking Meter go 200-something and my trunk do wonders bumping I am not the one for chumping, I will ratchet out and slump him Dump him (dump him) he better off dead, your money red [Interlude: Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks] [Juelz] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high (always high) Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by [Banks] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Whether Beamer, Benz, or Bentley I be moving, I be moving Making movies, Tom Cruising, if it's action then I'm shooting Pockets fat, neck studded, boy my nickname should be Ruben My Colombian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in And he know just how I get it so we about to introduce him Got a girl named Cigar, I call her that because she Cuban Got a black chick that be boosting, got a white girl that be poofin' Gotta watch her cause she use it but she fuck me like she's stupid And she always ready to give me that Becky Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley Hit the club, ordered bottles, see them sparks in the sky Will have this whole bitch looking like the 4th of July But if you pussies get to fronting and the pushing lead to shoving We just busting and we leaving like it's nothing If it ain't the Gucci or the Louis then it's Polo or it's Rugby And this bitch I brought with me, she be bagging bitches for me [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me [Interlude: Fabolous] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high In that black-on-black thing whenever I ride by [Banks] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand-new I don't handcuff, you can bring the whole damn crew [Verse 3: Fabolous] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Kima's friends with Wendy And both of these bitches want my penis, evidently My jeans are never empty -- it seems, coincidentally They say that time is money, so my team be spending centuries Beamer, Benz, or Bentley -- life's full of decisions If hating was a crime, you would do life up in a prison The spiteful competition knows that they wouldn't have a shot at eating Even if they had a rifle in they kitchen Beamer, Benz, or Bentley -- Banks, 'elz, or Loso We be paper touching -- bank teller flows, ho Yeah, we smoke a lot of kush, drink hella rose Mo' Y'all got a disease called "Can't tell the ho's no" Beamer, Benz, or Bentley -- we black all of 'em And we hold heat like a motherfucking oven My homies, I love em: it's family over everything And fuck anything that ever try to get above em

Bingo

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[Intro: Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy & Waka Flocka Flame] It's Gucci, Burr! (Soulja Boy Tell'Em) It's Gucci (Flocka!) Scott Storch, Gucci Mane; We back at it Burr! So icey (Yeah!) [Chorus Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) Yoom, yoom, yoom It's Gucci, It's Gaddy, catch up Burr! Burr! Bingo! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Hello, my watch yellow earrings on my bezel Can’t fit in my schedule 'less booty like Jello She know I slang kilos, shout out to my ‘migo I call, he says "10-4", tight like Lamont Rollo Murcielago for El Gato, my house like a brothel Fat hoes in Chicago, first class to Morocco Bingo called my motto, phantom with two models Pull up tonight, stunt, jump out the car, scream guapo [Chorus Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Soulja Boy] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) (Soulja) Yoom, yoom, yoom (Soulja Boy Tell'Em) It's Gucci, It's Gaddy, catch up (And I hope I whi- And I hope I whip my pants out here) Burr! Burr! Bingo! [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] Ridin in my Lambo, kids screaming "Bingo" Haters wanna hate, they’ll get shot like a free throw Candy paint wet, dripping off my headlights Catch me in the trap like some motherfuckin' dead mice Every time I cut a corner kids screaming "Bingo! Tools on deck, I ain't talking Home Depot! Soulja Boy Tell Em: I’m icey as an icicle So much money, bitch, I valet park my bicycle [Chorus Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) Yoom, yoom, yoom It's Gucci, It's Gaddy, catch up Burr! Burr! Bingo! (Flocka! Flocka! Flocka! Waka!) [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] All the hood hoes point like "Bingo" Waka Flocka; “Oh Let’s Do It” is the single Let’s mingle, got hoes like Wingo My bitch a dime, your bitch like a cinco Like a free throw, man I’m balling out Blew a kiss to the girls, now they falling out I pull up a T-top Cutlass like "Bingo" My girlfriend Regal, same color of a flamingo [Chorus Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) Yoom, yoom, yoom It's Gucci, It's Gaddy, catch up Burr! Burr! Bingo!

Volume

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[Hook] I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now Someone please turn Gucci Mane down Brick Squad thugged out, we don't give a fuck We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up So you should hit the floor. Get low and shut up Hit the floor, get low and shut the fuck up You's a bitch, you's a snitch, you a motherfuckin' scrub You's a bitch, you's a snitch, you a motherfuckin' scrub [Verse 1 - Gucci Mane] I pulled up in a 4-door Porsche, set-trippin' 3 young dreadhead niggas riding with me I don't think they like me and I don't like em neither But if they move wrong, I'll red up their white beater I do it for the hood, I do it like no equal I do it for the red, black, yellow, white people I just bought a K, just the other day And I don't play with grown men: I don't like to play I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now Niggas hang on me, I don't give a fuck right now Well you niggas keep on trying like the little engine that could You think you can, you think you could, I think you pussies should [Hook] [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] Call me Gucci Flocka Flame, I dun changed my name Call me Frenchie Mane La Flare, Gucc' the Kid..it's all the same I be running, gunning, stunting with 100 killers riding You snitching, bitching, tattle-telling, scared to stand beside me I just bought another house just to house my goons So Icey Entertainment, boy, we just like a platoon The colors in my chain remind me of a cartoon I'll murk your boy in March, they didn't find that boy til June I wish they found him August so that's like "too much too soon" His face was swoll and puffy, bout the color of a prune Brick Squad Movement and, no, you're not apart of it Me, Waka and Wu, Juice and Frenchie Mane started it [Hook] [Verse 3 - Wooh da Kid] Iced out bar got me ballin' like the Lakers Homicide around the corner. Where you, in Jamaica? My volume on max, you boys better run I'm a Nigga With an Attitude holding on the gun 17 niggas, I left 16 hit Last nigga hit the corner, got his whole head split Told you you're a goner, I'mma leave you dead quick I'm like Wu the Kid, thugged out, we don't give a fuck Let your soul meet the sole of the bottom of my Chucks Black car, black tint with the baby tags Stay low to the floor, my midget out the bag

Pachanga

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[Hook - Fabolous] A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachanga P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga , P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga [Verse 1] Yo, everything ain't love love, cause if it is My definition of love must differ his I mean every friendship has its differences But these Young Bucks remind me of Fif' and his They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-leges He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his He a funny little nigga like Eddie Griffin is Between smoking and joking then you got to live So I gave him a chance and that's a lot to give You 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast Fifteen years, fifteen years! And now when we say "what's up" the shit seem weird? But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes [Hook] [Verse 2] There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies And whenever you cross it you make frenemies There's no remedies for these sick memories My doctor said there's no cure for the Emilys Had a crush on you, now we Kim and Cease We don't even talk no more, it's no biggie I was so Biggie, you was Faith I let you slide in my home, you was safe I thought my ability to provide you stability Was what was really G--okay, silly me I was Billy Dee, smooth cat but really street Really she attract niggas like the "A Milli" beat And I happen to rap but something about this beat strange Soon as I try to flow with it, the beat change Never thought she change But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change Love changes [Hook] [Verse 3] See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left Just niggas with chains on trying to be S.F That's when your ace boom coom ya B.F.F Who Pachang ya like they was a P.F. chef D-D-D-Danger, it just feels Mystikal I miss the cool nights sittin' in the Carlo Now it's like "boooo"--we sitting in Apollo It used to be all good, then shit just went malo And that's bad--matter of fact, that's sad Cause when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss They do some bitch shit, gotta give your a man a divorce End up watching friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross Ya see, most of these niggas ain't never love 'em And these bitches just think whatever of 'em So maybe playing dumb was kinda clever of 'em Unless friends are your best friends become strangers

Bring the Noise

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Too black, too strong Too black, too strong [Intro: Flava Flav] Yo Chuck, these honey drippers are still fronting on us Show 'em that we can do this, cause we always knew this Haha, yeah boy! [Verse 1: Chuck D] Bass! How low can you go? Death row? What a brother know Once again, back is the incredible rhyme animal The uncannable D, Public Enemy Number One Five-O said, "Freeze!"—and I got numb Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell Cause a brother like me said "Well Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, what you ought to do is follow for now" Power of the people say "Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out (Yeah y'all, come on) here we go again [Hook] Turn it up! Bring the noise! [Bridge: Flava Flav] Ayo Chuck, they're saying we're too black, man Yo, I don't understand what they're saying But little do they know they can get a smack for that, man [Verse 2] Never badder than bad cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's corrupt like a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope 'Cause the beats and the lines are so dope Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are blasting me for They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now, 'cause the country has us up for the war We got to demonstrate, come on now They're gonna have to wait 'till we get it right Radio stations I question their blackness They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this [Hook] Turn it up! Bring the noise! [Bridge: Flava Flav] Ayo Chuck, they illin', we chillin' Yo P.E. in the house, top billin' Yo Chuck, show em what you can do, boy [Verse 3] Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Making a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know You call 'em demos, (but we ride limos, too) Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, (Beat is for Yoko Ono) Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band Stand on its own feet, get you out your seat Beat is for Eric B. and LL as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells Ever forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it [Hook] Turn it up! Bring the noise! [Bridge: Flava Flav] Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this bum rush Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn it down But yo, Flavor Flav ain't going out like that [Verse 4] From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose "Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast toast" Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as We got to plead the Fifth, you can investigate Don't need to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse in effect, got the Flavor, Terminator X to sign checks, play to get paid We got to check it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you Yeah, I'm telling you [Outro: Flava Flav] Hey yo, Griff, get thirty S1W, we got to handle this We ain't goin' out like that Yo man, straight up on the Columbo tip We can do this, like Brutus 'Cause we always knew this You know what I'm sayin' There's just one thing that puzzles me, my brother What's wrong with all these people around here, man Is they clocking? Is they rocking? Is they shocking?...

Gingerbread Man

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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'mma keep dropping verses Hotter than the hottest summer Eat rappers like Jeffrey Dahmer Dope color Sinead O'Connor Should I name another one Unless you like President Obama Wanna buy two extra commas? All my shoes are Ferragamo Lightning actually hear the thunder Even Stevie Wonder wonder Why yo baby mama call so much I had to change my number Sarcasm, these bitches need to ride or ride past him I wouldn't even give that bitch an orgasm Miraculously my niggas stand beside and not in back of me So disrespect my faculty, how dare you have audacity The club packed to capacity, I cash out automatically I spit these rhymes so radically, sporadically, fatality [Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman & Gucci Mane] I got the green, drank, pills, blow Runnin round the town gettin money I suppose I'm the gingerbread man (X4) I got the green, drank, pills, blow I can't get no sleep, just keep knockin' on my door I'm the gingerbread man (X4) [Verse 2: OJ Juice Man] Gingerbread Man, i got white, I got white Trap house bunkin up all night, take flight Droppin 10 bases? its jumpin that white? Trees to that paper so im something like a kite Loud stanky kush and it tellin me to light Extra loud diamonds and its lookin like a light Roller skatin' money and my pockets just glide Everday diamonds kuz they dont like to hide Vvs light yea so you block yo eyes Burnt color diamonds like a sweet potato pie Hit ya color diamonds??? and get ratchet like a fly? The brick man, the bread man I don't tell no lies [Chorus] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm the man to get it in I am on it and I go in I am comfortable settin' a trend I get bored and do it again If I ever crossed a genie I would ask her for a twin Cuz the number time of paper Cost me to gather up my ends It's ??? AM and I'm drinking gin I could act like we are friends But I don't like to pretend I got 30 stacks, need Ajax Got your future price on my AmEx I'm addicted to ballin' I hear ??? and relapse You SlimFast to bankroll My stash gettin way too fat No push ups, just cook ups I'm booked up, I do one lap There's ??? mayne and ??? mayne And ??? mayne and I'm brick mayne Got ??? all in my kitchen So my house smell like cocaine [Chorus]

Esau vs. Blackmel

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[Blackmel] Battle me, I crush you from the start of the song I'm ill enough to make you forget your part of the song How many times i got to say it? How many times must I remind you? If you was deaf that's the only way someone would sign you [Esau] Okay Mr. Black, step up in here boy So I can get in that ass Like lesbians hitting it from the back with strap-on sex toys You're my bitch now, shut up and don't make no sound Pretend this studio's a cypher And do what you usually do - just stand around [Blackmel] Battling Blackmel is harder than rapping to tracks with no drums Harder than playing Nintendo 64 with no thumbs You so dumb to step to me Me lyrically I'm scorching You look like the result of an unfinished abortion [Esau] Greek style fool, I'll abuse you like a Q I'll cane you like a Kappa Kid your coming off wacker than a fucking go go rapper I need No-Doz, cause you ain't got no flows In fact you shouldn't even rock it, like Philipinos kicking afros [Blackmel] You see I'm fucking up your optics Esau I dropped your ass quicker Than parapeligic niggas eating with chopsticks You thought you had a victory, shit I'm about to spoil it Yeah your album about to drop...down my motherfucking toilet [Esau] Okay little man, I'll give you a new emcee name it's Mini-Me Cause lyrically you ain't half as ill as me You ain't even half as tall as me Jump up on the table and look me in the eyes Is that your real face or a wack emcee disguise [Blackmel] Ah, whatever man I'm still the livest you seen in your fucking life The only person that'll put your shit out is your fucking wife I'm killing it, but at the same time I'm trying to save rap You make about as much sense as a white boy with a wave cap [Esau] Oh, your name is Blackmel? That's kind of funny dun Cause that's the only way I ever see you making any money son Why don't you quit rapping while your ahead I killed your rap career But I can get you a job rapping for the Greatful Dead [Blackmel] Here you come fucking the beat up, verbally I tongue-kiss beats Got me rapping over this bullshit, some low-budget Swizz beats You dropped a single I admit a few headz were rocking it Only reason because you lied and said you had 2Pac on it [Esau] I don't care if you wear 4 hearing aids and 3 pair of glasses You can't comprehend half the things I say when I'm getting in your ass I got a new name for you it's Blaze Just like the magazine you copied everyone else's style and said it your ways [Blackmel] Oh, you done fucked up, this microphone get put in your ass I'm the cross between a beatdown and a foot in your ass Them simple ass metaphors like elementary schoolwork You old school nigga, who is your DJ, Kool Herc? [Esau] Now if you listening rewind your shit and play this spot again But mute out Blackmel's part, cause he ain't said shit worth keeping Dub it and play it for all your friends and when they get all hyped Tell them "That's my man Esau...and some other kid"

I Think Im In Love

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[Hook] I think I'm in love She think she in love She falling in love [Verse 1] Canary diamonds on my fist On my wrists and on my neck Ms. lady say she know my name And I ain't even told her yet No need to introduce myself I let my money do the greeting So conceited that if she ain't worth talking to then I'm not speaking (Gucci!) I'm so single, ay let's mingle Can I buy you some champagne? And my sex game gladiator Tell me, are you entertained? I'm an entertainer, baby, but my name ain't Cedric I got cheddar and etcetera, so stop the rhetoric But enough about me, baby Sweetie, tell 'bout yourself Are you married or divorced? Don't gotta tell me, that's your choice I like your voice, I like your swagg So let nature take its course Maybe in the future, gorgeous, I can buy your ass a Porsche (Gucci!) [Hook] [Verse 2] Don't be shy, you and I Me and you can be as one I can't lie, won't deny Every time with you is fun In Dubai, London, Paris, baby, we can watch the sun Set and rise or just lay back on the beach and watch the sky (Gucci!) She's been sent to me, lent to me I feel she is God's gift to me It's Gucci Mane on the mic While Zay control the symphony No twisting it, she switching it But she not all promiscuous It's obvious she's marvelous And wants to be a part of this I give her 1,000%, but this that 50/50 shit I'm wealthy and I'm healthy So cut off that boy you kicking with Give her 1,000% but this that 50/50 shit I'm wealthy and I'm healthy So cut off that lame you kick it with [Hook] [Verse 3] Dinner date, please don't be late I'm fiending and don't want to wait Sex so hot and passionate It'll make her hyperventilate Yeah, I'm a bachelor But I'm working my masters And no, I'm not a doctor But my money go way past one She's hotter than my last one Sexy like my last chick I'm checking out her assets Her ex-boyfriend is past tense I talk to her, I listen to her Text her then she text me I rap to her, she walks to me And damn her walk is sexy Our last night was so good I think about her next day More butts than 4 ashtrays She told me "boy, you crazy" Burning all my candles and lighting all my incense I'm giving her my imprint Cause damn I like her accent [Hook]

Im Single

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[Verse 1] Camo shorts and Bubba Kush We can talk she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Damn, where is the fucking trust I'm tired of the hoop and hollering I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the Island Then take her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business Shit she probably out here fucking niggas I'm fucking her friends Now her friends ain't even fucking with her Damn, she text me all day and night So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right I text her back, and tell her it's life Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Verse 2] Dreads braided to the back I'm chilling but my swag on full attack And my girl acting like a brat So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back She hate it when I do that shit And when I get home she go through my shit She call numbers back to see who that is Man I hate it when she do that shit Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers Now make me take this Polo off Girl you can get broken off Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off Swimming trunks and bathing suits Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Verse 3] Now she got on her fuck 'em dress And I got on my double-breast And he been fussing all day with her And I make her feel special like a place kicker She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her I say hold up She say she just playing Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand Hot sex and cold wine She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line I cut my phones off, both lines It's about to get nasty, pork rinds She came hard, both times We both say we single, and we both lying We both wrong, but it feel right Put your hands up if you single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Outro] If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your- If you're single tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single If you're single tonight

Born 2 Kill

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Represent, show niggas the deal I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real Cause niggas were born to kill [Lil Fame] Here comes the Brownsville slugger, motherfucker I bust off shots at fools To avoid these obstacles I roll deep, me and my nigga Llama With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama Homicide, take a ride in the hearse Enemies out to hit me, but I'mma see em first I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous Let my burner serve its purpose and remove him off the surface Gunshots let off! My instincts was to get him Make sure I hit him, then break North, shonuff! Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts My four five turn to a blowtorch It's still cocked! I tried to get away safe Yo that shit was hot as hell I still stuck it in my waist Dud my dirt, YEAH, did murk, YEAH, murder was the case Then it hit heart beating like a nigga on base I found a spot, chilled, parlayed for a second Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section Now I'm back home smoking and drinking I'm bent now I meditate on flashbacks of how it went down It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact There ain't no telling when these niggas are coming to bust open your back It's ill, it's real, but still I feel If provoked murder, nigga I'm born to kill [Billy Danze] Yo, it's the case of the state Versus the great one seven one eight Gun slinger from Brownsville Where niggas were born to kill [LaShonda] Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep You said you was across the street laying with the heat [Billy Danze] What? That bitch lying Here's a cocksucker I never heard of I ain't doing time for no motherfucking murder When Mr. Gonzalez was stretched in the mud I was home with the dog dome taking down what's up Therefore I'm innocent! [LaShonda] Mad shells were spit [Billy Danze] They ain't mine I do damage with an Imp, they found shells from a nine This shit is crazy Would you please contact Lazy Tell him I need an attorney To ride with me on this motherfucking journey Now, ten months later, after being indicted Third off of fifteen are clickin' shit so fuck it I'mma fight it Me and the Jewboy lay back after D.A. spoke Cross examination, Bernstein jumped up and broke no joke Stepped over the judge's crown Stepped on the D.A.'s ground Looked at the snitch with a frown Went to the jury and got down Seventy-two hours later, creeping on some playing the wall shit Toting the same Glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off with As I

Downtown Swinga 96

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[Billy Danze] Hey yo what up sport, guess who's back on the scene The human being cannon with the infrared beam Before the song move on I'm lettin' you know I'm still in the 'ville and I'm still lettin' it go So yo, cruise with your official rap dudes Got the Genovese sayin 'Who the fuck is that dude?' The family It's M.O.P The world famous D-A-N-Z-INIE Use your lethal and a swift Never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame Bringin' back hardcore raps to the atmosphere Me and my man makin' hits with Premier You faggots ain't doin' it right So here's the cup of brew from the firing squad, we're trigga nigga stripes I'm fishin' the breeze but please, believe when you come, come right My niggas is tight downtown swinga! [Hook] I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin'! I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin'! [Lil Fame] Brooklyn! That's where it happen at nigga True, bona fide thoroughbred Hilfigga Code name Fizzy Womack Breakin shackles, tackle your ass like Bo Jack Its goin' down I'm feelin' it, drillin' it killin' it. It's over! One soldier that most militant Its Lil Fame So when I die make sure you bury me with a cassette of To The Death Its time to face you, lace you, erase you The movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you I'm international! Bell ringin'! International! Downtown swingin', comin' to bust gats When I bust raps I keep heads bobbin' Doin' this for Brooklyn crooks mobbin' and robbin' Strugglin', slingin' that crack rock Jugglin', keepin' them crack spots bubblin' Downtown swinga! [Hook] [Lil Fame] I'm ready willing and I'm able Records run worldwide like cable With rough sounds to shut down your whole record label Comin' at this whole industry and wouldn't give a fuck if you're platinum M.O.P. comin' at them! Makin' soloist acts and rap crews retire We bring it to 'em raw and my squad start to fire It's a gunman's festival Still turnin' all fools to vegetables You're fuckin' with professionals [Billy Danze] My people desire the line of fire. Kid, there's two options You either get the fuck up out of Dodge or get to poppin' I'm stoppin herbs from rockin' fake hip-hoppin' Gangster boy boppin' is fuckin' up the game I and Fame, Claim, Downtown is on The underworld's pearls sittin' on the throne It's on!, and you niggas be killin' me Thanks to Relativity you can see the downtown swingas!

Downtown Swinga 98

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[Intro] Yeah Come on International Downtown Swinga!!! [Verse 1: Billy Danze] Ayo what up cobra, it's me (Prime time!) BD, I get better with time like a fine wine You see, ever since I was a youth I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth I never been accused of perjury I will clap gats at 'em cats if they try to murder me You heard of me, (Hill Figga!), oh, you better know it baby (Ill legit!) but I try not to show it baby Cause if I got to show skill, I will I'm comin from Brownsville (Downtown), swingin this bump bill Bringin it so ill (You niggas been warned) If I get to sidesteppin' and grippin' my weapon it's on Once I stretch 'em I'm gone, the old thug way (No need to stress him, he gone) the no love way (Fuck him!) Cocksucker I'm lettin' you know You lookin for Brook, you went to Fizzy Wo, we Downtown [Hook: Lil Fame, Billy Danze and Both] Who bringin this? (Downtown Swinga!!!) Swingin this Down here, we be the kings of this Never gassed to do, what I have to do Splashin' you, blastin' you, international! Who bringin this? (Downtown Swinga!!!) Swingin this Down here, we be the kings of this Never gassed to do, what I have to do Splashin' you, blastin' you, international! [Verse 2: Lil Fame] Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallion All-American (slash) Trinidadian I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in his skullyhole (Gangsta!) Mr. Fizzy Wo gettin' busy yo Make motherfuckers ask, "What the fuck is he, yo?" I tote the .45 when I feel I'm doomed Fuck them cassettes I don't plan to die no time soon (Down) Down, (town) town Swinga Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt) When it's hammer time we crash the house (no doubt) Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt) Yo I illustrate and design for those doin' crimes Totin' heat and in the streets like yellow lines And I'm here to represent for 'em So bow down, to them cats that swing Downtown [Hook: Lil Fame, Billy Danze and Both] Who bringin this? (Downtown Swinga!!!) Swingin this Down here, we be the kings of this Never gassed to do, what I have to do Splashin' you, blastin' you, international! Who bringin this? (Downtown Swinga!!!) Swingin this Down here, we be the kings of this Never gassed to do, what I have to do Splashin' you, blastin' you, international! [Verse 3: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] Ohhhhh shit! It's on nigga Pack your shit, and get gone nigga Here come Fame, Bill Danze and them (right!) Ain't no tame to handle 'em (true) Cuz when I'm on a mission duke, grippin' a pistol duke Hot slugs be twistin' you, it's traditional (Let's cock back the chrome) and wreck the party And I'm that one nigga that fuck it up for everybody Get em up (clak clak!), hit 'em up (book-book-bookah!) Wet 'em up (bucka buck-buck-bucka bucka!) Shut 'em up, for good We regulate this hood downtown soldier And we will lay your ass down, told ya In a heartbeat, this is our streets, we're divided in crews Bet' not nann one of you motherfuckers move, speak to me (Make noise) Wrong nigga to cross A lot of niggas found they self lost, and tossed in the fire [Scratches, samples to end]

Its All About the Benjamins Remix

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[Produced by D-Dot (The Mad Rapper)] [Intro: Puff Daddy] Uh, uh-huh, yeah Uh, uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh, uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Goodfellas, uh [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Now, what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah, livin' the raw deal Three course meals: spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin' to bury Seven zeros over in Rio de Janeir-y Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums Five plus five's, who drive Millenniums It's all about the Benjamins, what I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts Five carats on my hands with the cuts In somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I wanna hold figures, fuck bein' a broke nigga Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Viga I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh) Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles (hahaha) Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh), 'cause I leave you I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picassos And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (wooo!) Tienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota (uh) Avoidin' NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh) From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants (hahahaha) Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens, ugh (c'mon) Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (wooo!) Pinky-ringin', gondolas with the man singin' Italian music down the river with your chick clingin' To my bizzalls, player, you mad false Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's [Chorus: Puff Daddy] C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) [Refrain: Puff Daddy (Lil' Kim)] Now, what y'all wanna do? (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Wanna be ballers, shot-callers (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) On the low from the Jake in the Taurus (Uh, uh) [Verse 4: Lil' Kim (Biggie)] What the bloodclaat Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh? Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family (Yeah, yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like The Omen (Say what?) Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" (That's right) And you know me from makin' niggas so sick Floss in my 6, with the 'lex on the wrist If it's murder, you know she wrote it (Uh-huh) German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (Come on) Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, player-hatin' from the sidelines Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh) I'm a Goodfella kinda lady Stash .380s in Mercedes; Puffy, hold me down, baby! Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do (Uh-uh) Pull the trigger too, fuck you! (Uh) [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me In my asshole (uhh), undercover, Donnie Brasco Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl (Uh-huh) My West Coast shorty push the chrome 740 Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat? Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at And I'm livin' that whole life, we push weight (Uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (C'mon) Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what? [Outro] (It's all about the Benjamins baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins baby) yeah (It's all about the Benjamins baby) Yeah, yeah yeah

Runnin Dying to Live

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[Intro: Rob Marriott & 2Pac] Between you and Biggie it was like, who's gon’—who’s gon’— who rules the nigga kingdom and shit, basically, you know what I'm saying? I was like, this is like a fucking It is that Election. It’s an election and shit It is that You know what I am saying? Me and Biggie's situation is smaller than that. Me and Biggie’s situation is like… [Chorus] You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? (You don't know?) Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin' Show they toes, you know they got stepped on A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga, I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't faze me When he drop, take his Glock and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker [Chorus] You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die? (It's on me) [Verse 2: 2Pac] But still I'm havin' memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushin' the gas while my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole world's tryna screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sippin' 22's of brew And now media is tryna test me Got the press askin' questions, tryna stress me Misery is all I see, that's my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped He screamed "Thug Life!" and emptied the clip Got tired of runnin' from the police [Chorus] You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die? [Outro: 2Pac] They wanted a new regime. And my regime includes East coast, includes West coast [The Notorious B.I.G.] I was more shocked than anything You know what I'm sayin'? But I wasn't more shocked of him dying I was more shocked of him… Pac is a strong dude, yo I know dude, you know what I'm sayin'? Real strong So when they was like he got shot, I was just more like, "Again?" you know what I'm sayin'? He always getting shot, or shot at He going to pull through this one again Make a few records about it, and it's going to be over You know what I'm sayin'? But when he, when he died, I was just like, "whoa", you know what I'm saying? Kinda took me by I mean, even though we was going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody You know what I'm sayin'? Because there ain't no coming back from that

Long Kiss Goodnight

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[Intro: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G] Mmmmmmmmm-HMM See.. [echoes] I told you.. [echoes] See, I told y'all muh'fuckers Yo yo.. that stupid nigga man I told y'all to stop! He fucked up, yo.. I pray for you to stop Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo.. Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. But no, you didn't stop Yo.. yo.. And now, we won't stop [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release you lose teeth like Lil' Cease Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa hater and spectators Buy my CD twice, they see me in the streets They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though" Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show I pull out .44s and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas, snort 'caine niggas Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be 'Til Lil' Cease crippled me Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be The game sour like a pickle be, y'all know the rules Move from BK to New Jeruz Thinkin' 'bout all the planes we flew, bitches we ran through Now the year's new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha) Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin' Catch cases, come out fronting, smokin' something Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system Knockin' Ma$e shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you for your re-up Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss [Interlude: Puff Daddy] Hell, we don’t give a fuck We just absolutely don’t give a fuck Because there ain’t no love here There ain’t no love here You know, we gon' keep doin' what we do We gon' keep fuckin' you up I'ma keep stomping your motherfucking head in You fucking bitch [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh.. I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at These fuckin' maniacs, put my name in raps What part the game is that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies, you can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy You're bleedin' lovely, with yo' spirit above me Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky Now you rest eternally sleepy, you burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin' tryna break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the marine-blue Six Coupé Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out The block for distances, givin' long kisses, bitch [Interlude: Puff Daddy] Only I can do now, I say a prayer for you You know, that’s the only thing I can do, just pray for your mind Because, see your mind is in control of your heart Where it's supposed to be the other way around Your heart has got to control your mind So now, I have no feelings for you You have made me cruel, you have made me cold [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Frank White the menacin', Chron Chron's the medicine I got the lettuce and you turn green like cucumber skin Got the new Hummer in the summer when I was a newcomer then, drugs and MAC-10s Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you Be broke, girls won't date you That's why I relate to, choke your ass out 'til your face blue Make you, open the safe too No matter how you call it (how you call it), this brolic alcoholic Like his weed greened out, like his brick solid Distribute to kids who take heart like Valentine Drink Ballantine all the time Slugs hit your chest, tap your spine, flatline Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked four times Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight [Outro: Puff Daddy] See the fucked up thing is that I love you You know what I’m saying It’s just in my nature to love you I can’t hate you ‘Cause its not in my nature to hate you You know, I don’t know Maybe I’m a different type of individual But you have me on a line And there’s a thin line between love and hate And God-forbid I cross that line Cause I’m not gon’ give a fuck I’m telling you right motherfucking now The shit that ya’ll done started Is never gonna stop! We are never gonna stop! And we’re not talking about no other rappers We’re talking about you, motherfucker! You know who I’m talking to We comin' for you We comin' for you Laughs Feels so good I'ma make you love me baby, baby

Making a Name for Ourselves

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[Intro: Canibus] Yeah, yeah, me and my man Common Sense Rallying troops like Joseph Stalin Where you at, yo? [Hook: Common and Canibus] I'm about to make the name Common Sense a name you fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared And I'm a make the name Canibus a name you fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" [Verse 1: Common] Yo, yo I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight I hold mics while you hold spite Like a broken-hearted bitch Don't give no fuck who your team or who you started with Cameoed or charted with, I house niggas like apartments with Mic mechanisms, I dissect the rhythm Move crowds with kinetic wisdom It's like a Malcolm X-orcism, fuck the rhythm, I hit him I want him got and I get him, auction his wack ass off, then bid him [Verse 2: Canibus] I'm creating the ultimate verses with perfect lines Putting together the web of my rhyme one thread at a time So you niggas need to stop testing me Because you know you can't "F" with me Stepping to me with insuperior weaponry Exposing yourself to the verbal radiations Saying you can defeat me is nothing but speculation Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels Niggas be digging my styles like fossils of pterodactyls Who wanna battle? I'm bad to the bone marrow The Earth got one sun, but I walk with three shadows With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard Niggas couldn't touch me if they gave me a massage MC's who compete with lyrics and beats get crushed I'll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch What!? [Scratching] "Stepping to me is like going to the county being a neutron" "I ain't scared of no nigga" [Verse 3: Common] I pursue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair Other nigga's rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs On knots I landed, players get played like Hamlet Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools Niggas I'm dunking like when cops mingle Fuck hip-hop jingles, rhyming big words and not saying shit The clique that you came in with, accents you flavor with Like moose, I go to the caves and get niggas off all fours I'm the shit that's uncalled for, the shit that you fall for Far more advanced Than a rapper whose career you could only take a glance Couldn't make the transition from B-boy to C-note stance I stand in a circumference of humbleness But in the Chi rumble, it's mistaken as a weakness When poetry's in motion, like a picture, I'm the main feature Amongst hard working teachers and corrupt preachers I make my living off of singles like Latifah In between sheets like reefer with blunted senses You couldn't make a statement if you was from a sentence I'm cold with numb intentions [Scratching] "Fucking with Canibus" "Fucking with Canibus" "Fucking with Canibus" "Fucking with Canibus" "Yo, sick with it" [Verse 4: Canibus] Yo, the Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible Coming to damage you, spitting understandable slang at you I be the all-seeing lyrical, hammerhead shark peripheral With three-hundred sixty degree visual When the signal is given, MC's get bitten With venom from a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em My face don't belong in The Source It belongs on the Shroud of Turin for certain I grab mics and murder shit It's wicked as Satan worshipers going to Catholic church services You heard of this, new lyrical verbalist slash herbalist The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless Rap snaps, get your ass cracked like bear traps Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas And I swear, black, try to battle me, you won't last I'll turn your ass into 'The Artist Formerly Known As' You gay-ass fag, I'll blow you to ashes with tactics Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard So fat to be a rap star, taking pictures at music seminars People know who you are Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me because they saw me Up in The Source, chilling on page forty Put this in your CD-ROM: www-dot-Canibus-dot-com You can find me on the internet talking to chicks That was sweating me off the Music Makes Me High remix I be talking mad trash, trying to get 'em to laugh See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass Bring it back to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2 A Beast from the East Pt. II, coming to see you [Hook: Common and Canibus] It's time I made the name Common Sense a name y'all fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared Now that I made the name Canibus a name you fear You still scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" Since I made the name Common Sense a name y'all fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared And since I made the name Canibus a name you fear Stay scared, I'm still your worst nightmare squared That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" "Catch another sucker duck MC out there"

We Dont Care

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[Intro: Kanye West] Oh, yeah I got the perfect song for the kids to sing And all my people that's— [Chorus: Kanye West] Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky high We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" [Verse 1: Kanye West] If this is your first time hearing this You are about to experience something so cold, man We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope man Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man Flicking Starter coats, man—man, you don't know, man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter 'Cause this summer, they ain't finna say, "Next summer, I'm finna..." Sitting in the hood like community colleges This dope money here is Lil' Trey's scholarship 'Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition And ain't no loans for sitting your ass at home So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job You gotta do something, man, your ass is grown [Chorus: Kanye West with Choir] Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky high (Kids, sing! Kids, sing!) We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" [Verse 2: Kanye West] This second verse is for my dogs working nine to five that still hustle 'Cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55 And everybody selling makeup, Jacob's And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up We put shit on layaway, then come back We claim other people kids on our income tax We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid And we don't care what people say Mama say she wanna move South Scratching lottery tickets, eyes on a new house 'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house Couldn't get a job So since he couldn't get work, he figured he'd take work The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight So niggas' money is homo, it's hard to get straight But we gon' keep bakin' 'til the day we get cake And we don't care what people say, my niggas— [Chorus: Choir & Kanye West] Drug dealin' just to get by (Yeah) Stack your money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing! Kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive (Alive, uh-huh) Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" (Yeah, yeah, ugh) [Verse 3: Kanye West] You know the kids gon' act a fool When you stop the programs for after school And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions" We scream: "rocks, blow, weed, park," see, now we smart We ain't retards the way teachers thought Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash Now, tell my mama I belong in that slow class It's bad enough we on welfare They tryna put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchair I'm tryna get the car with the chrome-y wheels here They tryna cut our lights out like we don't live here Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us When we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance Sometimes, I feel no one in this world understands us But we don't care what people say, my niggas— [Chorus: Choir & Kanye West] Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing! Kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" [Produced by Kanye West]

Who Shot Ya?

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[Produced by Nashiem Myrick] [Intro: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.] As we proceed to give you what you need (Uh) 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers (Now turn the mics up) As we proceed to give you what you need (Turn that mic up) (Yeah, that beat is knocking, I need that mic up, though) (Turn that shit the fuck up) East Coast, motherfuckers (Uh, what?) Bad Boy, motherfuckers (Turn it up louder, yeah, uh) As we proceed to give you what you need J.M., motherfuckers J.M., motherfuckers (Uh) 9-5, motherfuckers (Uh) [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin' beef I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thunderin', shakin' the concrete Then the shit stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school, new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn, like "Disco Inferno" Burn slow like blunts with yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato Niggas know; the lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with B.I.G., it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know that cash rules Everything around me, two Glock nines Any motherfucker whispering about mines (And I'm) And I'm Crooklyn's finest (Crooklyn's finest) You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this (Bad Boy's behind this) [Interlude: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.] As we proceed to give you what you need (What?) 9-5, motherfuckers (What?) Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need (What?) East Coast, motherfuckers Bad Boy, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers (Uh, uh) Smoke blunts, motherfuckers (Uh) Get high, motherfuckers (9-5, uh) Ready to die, motherfuckers (Uh) 9-5, motherfuckers (Uh) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cocksucker, G's up One false move, get Swiss cheesed up Clip to TEC, respect, I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, I'm the don Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm You'll die slow but calm Recognize my face so there won't be no mistake So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Puff Daddy flips daily I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings Hammer cock, in the fire position and— [Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.] Come here, come here (It ain't gotta be like that, B.I.G.) Open your fucking mouth, open your— Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh? Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh? (Come on, man) Look at you now, huh? (Come on, man) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? Bitch-ass nigga, what? Who shot you? [Outro: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.] To give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers (Who shot ya?) Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah! As we proceed (Who shot ya?) To give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers East Coast, motherfucker (Who shot ya?) West Coast, motherfuckers (Uh) West Coast, motherfuckers, hah! As we proceed to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need (As we proceed to give you what you need) Get live, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers) 9-5, motherfuckers (9-5, motherfuckers) Get money, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need (As we proceed to give you what you need) Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers) 9-5, motherfuckers J.M., motherfuckers J.M., motherfuckers As we proceed To give you what you need 9-5

Girls Girls Girls

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[Intro: JAY-Z] Je t'adore, JAY-Z Course I love you I love all y'all For real [Chorus: Biz Markie & JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour, yeah [Verse 1: JAY-Z] I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron, plus maricon Said she likes to cook rice, so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento, mami, slow up your tempo" I got this Black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap She like, "Listen, Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to French kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist Ma cherie amour, tu es belle Merci, you're fine as fuck, but you giving me hell I got this Indian squaw, the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather? She said, "All you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me, you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough" Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian, and Black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm getting fat Arroz con pollo, French fries and crêpes An appetite for destruction, but I scrape the plate, I love [Chorus: Q-Tip & JAY-Z] Girls, girls, girls, girls (Uh-huh) Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, come on [Verse 2: JAY-Z] I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Got to toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holla Got a project chick that plays her part And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart Baby girl so thorough, she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the narcs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene Goddamn, she's fine, but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love So I had to introduce her to the mile high club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project, and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae Bo That means I'm new-school, pop pills, and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first-class seat, I love [Chorus: Slick Rick & JAY-Z] Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out (What you doin', daddy?) Got a chick from Peru that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that gets shit through Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shit Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick 'Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half" I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov Got to tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I've got so many girls across the globe, I love [Outro: JAY-Z, Biz Markie, Q-Tip & Slick Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour [Outro: JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls

Hip Hop Iz

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(Equipto) Check, Check, Check Check it out, hip hop iz, all about biz They tell you, but know that its all for the kids Or deep down, it's all for the folks you miss So you thinkin about it next time you poppin' a thizz Criticize me for the way that I live, give a fuck Cuz you turned to burn the bridge You gave birth to a prince ever since you left me Alone in the game on my own to MC I'm runnin em' down, its something like a hunted child A hundred thou to flip, if you underground It gets deeper, the reefer rolled, control mics But hey, the speakers blown I gotta go, no time to play me Gimme the blunt I hit hard like safetys Face defeat, to me man I'm in the place to be Do it live while Nick Peace remake the beat, like (Chorus) (scratched) Hip hop This is hip hop (hip hop) This is hip hop (hip hop) Hip hop is now in performance Hip hop (this is hip hop) Hip hop is now in performance (Equipto) Check, hip hop iz a gigantic market Control your fan base and know who to target Doin it worldwide but I ain't no star yet I'm in the record store still tryin to bargain Played the game starving, but pay my rhyme (pay my rhyme) Buy the CD's I don't fuck with consignment To all of you rap cats that's tryin to get major Get ya paper pray, for a savior Keep networkin, and contact your lawyer Live your life like a warrior Go back down man, you still got a question to answer It's the industry and everythings gangsta The gun smoking, they cutthroatin They gone, choke bud and get no promotion It's cold, catch emotion like hoes on periods Experience the game and you take it serious This is hip hop (Chorus) (Scratched) (Equipto) Hip hop iz, multiple tricks Pay a grip jus to get they ass all in the mix Get frisked at the door, when we takin a risk Shoot a swish, insist that I eat some Peruvian fish Which is my favorite dish And without no drama I blow the swish Boy I ball up my fists and I feel the 'drenaline I, never forget like a elephant Still will drop the raw elements Reppin' the west coast Hit the club, fake love, fuck a dress code Ignore the groupie hoes, cut the movie roles That wasn't me I was probably in the studio Somethin like a scientist, watch me strategize My +midnight machine gun rhymes and alibis+ Treat it like nothing and continue to diss But I be doin what I really feel hip hop iz That's this (Chorus) (Scratched) Stanky ass rappers make me sick!

Primo Tribute

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[Joell Ortiz] Hey Premier, this thing right here's for you For so many years, you gave niggas' ears the flu With them sick-ass drums and them nasty loops The one and only, had 'em stepping in they khaki suits It's unbelievable, emcees act like they don't know So I'm gonna take 'em down memory lane -- I got you, yo Salute my nigga; he's a downtown swinga Gave us blood, sweat, and tears cause he seen the big picture And me, I'm on the come up, so when I be on the mic Shit is real, my friend -- I go hard like that white Bring it on, handle your business None of y'all better come get me I'm a rap phenomenon, Pele lover Yank fit, brain sits in a New York state of mind I'm so ghetto; when this was dying, who played the front line with hip hop? A million and one questions bloom Who the fuck is Joell Ortiz? Then I looked up, then boom! I'm mister fresh air, the savior, the golden child The new crack with the soul of the oldest vial What you think I got this movement in motion for? I'm hot, like sand furthest from the ocean shore You can search long and hard -- ain't no vocal flaws Every one of my punchlines give you a broken jaw Well, I hold it more; I'm supposed to score And you're supposed to sit on the bench like your toes is sore I'm a product of the stuff that I was raised around Rocked over this cause it's my project's favorite sound Boom! At night, they have fun with the lead Same shots that woke me probably put someone to bed I'mma come clean -- it's sad, probably something was said Just to get a rep, and now another brother is dead This shit is wack to me, another tragedy Trying to be the star of a gang like Waxmaster C

Our Dreams

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[Chorus: sample] No matter how hard the times may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges can turn us around Cause what we're searching for Will soon be found [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Hey yo listen here shortcake Camay glow You know we both make angels when we lay in the snow Heat the house with the oven when the chips got low Because Tony can't be out there pushing that blow We made plans and dreams, not grands and schemes I want to search for the meaning of love, see what it means Because we hustle so hard, cross so many bridges Made babies, took trips to the mall for family pictures And our souls is magnetic, we the meaning of destiny Be that banker of trust that looks to invest in me Together, to get her, means for me to get you We back, reunite like the Wu See we soulmates, we melt like cookies and cream And I fiend for the days and the nights to sex my queen So no matter how hard it seems, dreams come true Keep Allah in the heart, hugs and kisses Tony Starks [Chorus: sample] No matter how hard the times may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges can turn us around Cause what we're searching for Will soon be found [Verse 2: Method Man] Still applying the pain The purple frying my brain, this woman crying again She tired of fighting, my feelings likely the same That's what happens when you wife them they try and tighten the chain See, she in the right so I put her right in her lane I'm all night with the pipe I can feel her biting my chain She got her own I ain't got to buy her a thing I be burning up the sheets every time I'm lighting the Jane We go together like Martin and Gina But she get uptight want to fight like Ike and Tina So love her or leave her alone like I don't need her though A minute later I'm back like “I ain't mean it yo” We break up just to make up She fly without the makeup Together we upgrade to A+ So all this bickering ain't us, we bigger than that You only cool when I'm digging your back Now fall back baby [Chorus: sample] No matter how hard the times may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges can turn us around Cause what we're searching for Will soon be found [Verse 3: Raekwon] Shorty with the flavor like Breyers Real sweet with your thick legs Look like you drink eggs, you lying Now you met a Teflon don Stay high, Levi's on YSL frames no games I'm into cash man, getting this paper Buying up acres Ride around and yo fuck with my neighbours Pocket full of hundreds and weed Light the Philly cigar up And go dolo, ride through SoHo Ya that little baby in the back That's the sound of sweet life A sweet wiz will make you a sweet knight Chill with the pawns, we on Because life is a chess board You better have your sword and vest on Never hate your enemies because it affects judgment They only hate it if they know you getting hella cheese That's what it is, what it do for you? Don't let the truth bore you Word up, don't let the youth spoil [Chorus: sample] No matter how hard the times may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges can turn us around Cause what we're searching for Will soon be found

Me and My Girlfriend

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[Intro: Virginya Slim] Shit, you mothafuckin' right! I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot When you punk-ass niggas don't Nigga, west side! What?! Bring it on! [Refrain: 2Pac] Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind (c'mon) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Our childhood years recall the tears, heart laced with venom Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor — father, forgive 'em Me and my girlfriend, hustlin' Fell in love with the struggle Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustin' Fuck 'em all, watch 'em fall screamin' Automatic gunfire exorcisin' all demons My mafioso messiah, my congregation high, ready to die We bail out to take the jail back, niggas unite Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked Touch you in every secret place I could hardly wait to bust freely Got you red-hot, you so happy to see me Make the front page, prime time, live on TV Nigga, my girlfriend, baby 45 but she still live One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop [Interlude: Virginya Slim] What?! I'm bustin' on you punk-ass niggas Run, nigga, run! I'm on yo' ass, nigga Run, nigga! Duck and hide When I'm bustin' on all you bitches! Run, nigga! Yeah, Westside! Uh! Uh! Uh! Die, nigga, die! [Verse 2: 2Pac] My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fight Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine Picked you up when you was 9 Started out my life of crime with you Bought you some shells when you turned 22 It's true, nothin' compares to the satisfaction That I feel when we out mashin'; me and my girlfriend [Chorus: 2Pac] All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend [Verse 3: 2Pac] I was too immature to understand your ways Inexperienced back in the days Caused so many arguments and strays Now I realize how to treat you, the secret to keep you Being faithful, ‘cause now cheating's lethal We're closer than the hands of time Deeper than the drive of mankind I trust you dearly, I shoot blind In time I clock figures, droppin' niggas as we rise We all soldiers in God's eyes Now it's time for war, never leave me, baby I'm paranoid, sleepin' with you loaded by my bedside, crazy Jealous when you hang with the fellas, I wait patiently alone Anticipated for the moment you come home I'm waitin' by the phone, this is true love, I can feel it I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest So if you ever need me, call, I'll be there through it all You're the reason I can stand tall: me and my girlfriend [Chorus: 2Pac] All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend [Verse 4: 2Pac] I love finger-fuckin' you, all of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder When you bust a nut, niggas be duckin' or takin' numbers Love to watch you at a block party, beggin' for drama While unleashin' on the old-timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors The only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin' for Talkin' to me, beggin' me to just take you around Seventeen, like Brandy you just wanna be down Talkin' loud when I tell you be quiet You move the crowd, bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot That's why I love you so, no control, down to roll, unleash After a hit, you break apart, then back to one piece Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours Just hold me down, baby, witness the power Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome Turn this house into a happy home: me and my girlfriend [Chorus: 2Pac] All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Me and my girlfriend [Refrain: 2Pac] Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Me and my girlfriend

Deep Cover

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[Intro: Snoop Dogg & Cop] Hit this motherfucker, G No, naw, man, I can't fuck with that Aw, man, I been dealin' with you for three motherfuckin' months, you ain't hit the pipe in front of me yet! So, what you sayin'? I think you 5-0! 5-0? Man, I ain't no motherfuckin' cop! Well, hit this motherfucker then (Lights pipe) [Sample] ("I can feel it!") [Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Tonight's the night I get in some shit (Yeah) Deep cover, on the incognito tip Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, peelin' caps, too Let your niggas know I'm comin' at you I guess that's part of the game But I feel for the nigga who think he just gonna come and change things with the swiftness So get it right with the quickness And let me handle my business, yo I'm on a mission, and my mission won't stop Until I get the nigga maxin' at the top I hope you get his ass 'fore he drop Kingpin, kickin' back while his workers slang his rocks Comin' up like a fat rat Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back So it's difficult to get him But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact with him Hit him like this and like that Let him know that I'm lookin' for a big, fat dope sack With ends to spend, so let's rush it If you want to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it On a nigga's time, and a nigga's place Take my strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face 'Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker But I gives a fuck, 'cause I'm goin' deep cover [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Creep with me as I crawl through the hood Maniac, lunatic, call him "Snoop Eastwood" Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace, and The motherfuckin' punk police You already know I gives a fuck about a cop So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop? Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue Dre! (What up, Snoop?) Yo, I got the feelin' Tonight's the night, like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin' Killin', feelin' no remorse, yeah So let's go straight to the motherfuckin' source And see what we can find Crooked-ass cops that be gettin' niggas a gang of time And now, they wanna make a deal with me Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me And make my pockets bigger They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock (So, what's up, nigga?) What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfuckin' twenty-two So, if you wanna blast, nigga, we can buck 'em If we stick 'em, then we struck 'em, so fuck 'em! ("I can feel it!") [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Six-four-five was the time on the clock When me and my homie bailed in the parkin' lot The scene looked strange, and it felt like a setup Bet' not be, 'cause if it is, they gettin' lit up! Oh, here they come from the back in they 'Lacs I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so what's up, black? Chill, let's hear the deal If it ain't up to what you feel, then grab your steel Right, so, what you motherfuckers gon' come at me with? Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip 'Cause you can save that shit (Guess what they told me?) "We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homie We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush Oh, yeah, but you got to sell dope for us" "Hmmm, let me think about it" Turned my back and grabbed my gat And guess what I told him 'fore I shot it? If you don't quit, yeah If you don't stop, yeah I'm lettin' my gat pop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop! [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop

I Wanna Rock The Kings G-Mix

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[Intro: Snoop Dogg] G MIX! For kings only Biatch! [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] Hold up, I wanna rock right now My name is Hov and I came to shake the town Yeah, your boy's internationally known But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones I used to cop "Rob Base", turn it into "EZ Rock" Just to stay "Doug E. Fresh", all that shit to easy rock Used to "Chef" Raekwon, give fiends a "Ghostface" Y'all know my "Forte", I just might catch a dope case I "Mastered" the "P" With connects in the Midwest, so I'm "Heavy" in the "D" Your boy still "Snoop" around Since a pup, I been "Kurupt" and I fuck with Tha Dogg Pound Ugh! Roc Nation is the gang now Some dope lyrics is the only thing I slang now I "Get the Job Done", I put the "Kane" down It's no "Biggie" - heh, I'm just a king now [Hook] (*Malice N Wonderland!) [Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg] G Mix!!!! I was a fiend, before I became a teen I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream Crime orientated that's how the west was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzle, complicated I dropped the sack and tried to rap hits y'all They tried to bang on me, and say that I'm too small Cool!!! Cause I don't get upset I call the king of the east catch a flight then I jet Right back to the west, where my niggas is at Scoop the gilly put it back on the map Like this like that while you rollin a bag Loadin ya gat, pop pop, I'm holdin ya back I'm like the Whopper FUCK THE BIG MAC!!! Run up on the dog my gat go click clack And that's fo' sho!!! The reason why, man I don't know so let's go cuz [Hook] [Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg] Boss Dogg chillin', looking like a million Yeah, nigga got it, I'mma leave it to my children Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby loving it Hella fast, grip they ass like the oven mitt I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy! Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm working I got the party going, and it's jerking My niggas all long, we rolling out deck Hoes getting in, you better pick a bitch Cause when I shut it down, the party's over with She call me "Superman", I'm on my "Soulja" shit Boss Dogg get em, I sick em and take em home West Coast bitch, I'm on my fucking throne I'm gigging on these hoes, do em like dominoes And slam em on they back and tell em "vamanos"

Ghetto Quran Forgive Me

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[Intro] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty South? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again (And again and again) [Verse 1] Yeah, when you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team See, niggas feared Prince and respected 'Preme For all you slow motherfuckers, I'ma break it down iller Supreme was the business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh His hair'll get you seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with E-Z Wider, then they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500 As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize Cat Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap How he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was Gus was snitching I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect Them niggas who shot them got 'em for ten bricks Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again (And again and again) [Verse 2] That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Qu'ran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles in the hood, I started learning Life's a bitch with a pretty face, but she burning Man, I'ma get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tah-Tah Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing Go against crews like Bebo and killers like Pappy Mason A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that held down whole complexes like Corley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your Rollie, you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had Laurelton sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior Might sound like I'm fantasizing, but, son, I'm dead serious Montana was no dummy, brought business to wash the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian Feds couldn't catch him dirty, so settled for tax evasion [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again (And again and again) [Verse 3] Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley Ronnie Bumps and Chick... shit A lot of niggas flow the way I flow But ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Coming up I heard sipping too much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see players in this game that lose I'm forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags In a conversation over shrimp and lobster At Benihana's, heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don't kill you the MAC will [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again And again (And again and again)

Song Cry

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[Intro] Picture all the possibilities Picture all the possibilities Sounds like a love song Sounds like a love song The most incredible, baby Uh Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah Uh I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Verse 1] Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move We was together on the block since free lunch We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first-class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in We're somewhere in a small town Somewhere lockin' a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with But deep inside, a nigga so sick [Chorus] I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry, uh Can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry [Verse 2] On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch" Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip" Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor, but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed and we got flipped Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed-out buggy And then they got fuzzy, and they don't remember that And I don't remember you [Chorus] I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Verse 3] A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin' at me That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a nigga livin' was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don't throw away what we had just like that I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever I'll mourn forever Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever [Chorus] I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Outro] It's fucked up, girl

Whiteys Revenge Eminem Diss

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[Intro] What? Did I hurt your feelings? Uh... I'm 'pposed to be scared now, right? Yo... I'd like to dedicate this record right here To Mr. Marshall Mathers' mother, yeah This one's for your moms [Verse] Here come the mighty, one they call Whitey All you sons of Whitey are all dickbiters So won't that bitch Slim Shady please act up? Get smacked up, get your eyes blacked up With your candy-ass name, you're a candy-ass rapper I'll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied I know that shit I spit on Dilated hurt your pride Screamin' on a record how you wish I died But you don't wanna see me on this physical side You're just a fake tough guy, tryin' to act hard But won't walk a lobby without your bodyguard You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the train Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain Matter of fact, when you see me, bitch, gimme some brain Yo, it's like that, we could fight, Jack Let's put the mics down, you'll catch a beatdown I get love in New York, got fam in L.A And I heard you might be the MC that's gay With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for show You punk Ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills Stop ridin' my dilz, stay high on pills Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' with me Little bitch, need to watch what you're sayin' to me Talkin' shit for shock value, boy, you ain't real Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal Went and sold your soul for some mass appeal Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal Instead of worryin' 'bout who you should be dissin' You need to worry 'bout who your wifey been kissin' Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid I'll look in on your old lady and do things for your kid Make her write you lots of letters 'bout the things that we did Send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib And that shit about Sway n' Tech? That was a fib First time you met me I showed you love in D.C But you were scared like a pussy with your eyes on the floor While your crew showed me love outside the front door Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford? I love that song 'What It's Like' and jam 'Praise the Lord'" I don't do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun You may hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun Talkin' 'bout a fag, but you the one in drag And you can't keep your woman from goin' astray Better run and check your kid for your DNA I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores You're a sucker [Outro] Word up, for real You wanna talk some shit money, come talk it with the hands, B I ain't wastin' no more time with you, man, fuck this Man, that's it

Talk Like Sex

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Can't, can't, can't you dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't ya dig it honey? Rated XXX Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated XXX Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't ya dig it honey? [Verse 1] For the ladies One hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth Swinging with this here stud, you'll need practice I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress I'll leave you holding your swollen backside and rolling Filling all three holes just like bowling Don't ask me what the price is But it's more than your battery-operated devices And I come fully equipped With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip For demonstrations, watch me slam her You'll notice the sound of steady pounding like a jackhammer Once on it, you can't cop out I'm pounding you down until your eyeballs pop out I'm not your ordinary player Because you'll leave in a wheelchair dear, after I lay ya Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it Or get sent right through it Bite your nipples when I lick 'em Not gentle when I stick 'em, huh I'll leave 'em lookin' like a rape victim Any girl who steps to it Ends up getting their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart I do a damn good job That's why... Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab Only nineteen and over permitted No matter how much young girls want to be with it You ain't ready for the bed You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head Come back in five years When you grow some hairs And when ya started drinking beers I'm hitting hookers by the dozen Making you wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband Giving your girl back spasms 'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm Change the sheets? You must be kidding You got to change the whole box spring, I ain't bullshitting You get hit with hysteria 'Cause I'm a bury a big one inside your private area All hell is in your tush When Kool G. Rap push pushes inside the bush Another homegirl flinches But I got inches for all you little wenches The letter G is better when it comes to letter X And I'ma talk like sex [Chorus] Can't, can't, can't you dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't ya dig it honey? Rated XXX Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated XXX Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't ya dig it honey? [Verse 2] Some say that I'm nasty plus Hookers are mad because they can't outlast me Girl, you ain't too small 'Cause I turn your grip to one size fits all So if you're still confused when I'm screwing Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doing Exploring your body like a biologist Inventing new ways just like a scientist Tagging my name on your buns just like a printist While I'm hurting your ass just like a dentist You're so wild, I feel like I'm a zoologist Stretching your shit more than a gynecologist I'm a twist your ass to death, miss And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist G Rap is hot-blooded Freaking horny Far from corny Come and jump on me I'm not small at all, I won't break down or stall I drive your ass up the wall Nuts and everything are well in shape Only thing missin' on my dick is a cape Let's get together honey, you never know what's next And I'ma talk like sex [Chorus] Can't, can't, can't you dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't ya dig it honey? Rated XXX Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated XXX Can't, can't, can't (rated XXX) ya dig it honey? Rated...X Can't, can't, can't ya dig it honey? [Verse 3] Big girls try to squash me But I think with my dick honey, so come and brainwash me Hit the sack 'cause I ain't joking 'Cause when I start pumping shit up, I leave it smoking So you better hold on tight, all right 'Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite I stick a chick and it kills her I'm probably related to Long Dong Silver But it gets gooder and gooder Every time I grab a hooker and I put her on my frankfurter Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip 'Cause the only thing I'm licking is your ass with a whip And it's a real freaky scene I'm hitting girls with their heads in a guillotine Why, certainly I'm squirting I bust a nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain Pushing your head to the pillow And giving more pleasure than a double-headed dildo A big ass gets me hardened But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweetie I'll fuck you on the "A" train while I write graffiti In a restaurant, taking you straight to heaven In a cab or the back of 7-11 Whether you're white and the music you like is rock You can come and get some hip-hop cock Consider this dick on your clitoris but never try to flex 'Cause I'mma talk like sex [Outro] (Scratching) Talks like sex

La Menage

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[Intro: Dres] Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff, it ain't doing me no good out here because... You have too many clothes on So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta all of this uncomfortableness of the world around us Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact, uhhhhh... [Verse 1: Dres] Listen to me honey Ah, honey listen here please If sexy were a virus Then you'd have a disease Slamming is your styling Let me speak for a while and Tell you all about the grand slamming (Why you smiling?) Let's do the uptown slide Don't need a transfer or auto ride We only need a cab with us inside Finally finally we got uptown And when we got uptown Honey's drawers came down Did the audio visual She had the residuals Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull I said honey, uhhh, again I said it slow Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow Then she started feeling Yes, it was appealing I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling We started five play She said that she would come I said it wasn't four play Because I used my thumb Nibbled on her neck Oh, what the heck She said, 'One two, one two' and went down for a mike check Her mike sounds nice check one Her mike sounds nice check two She did this 'til it was all gone I told her to slow down But she kept on [Hook] And on, and on, and on, she kept on And on, and on, and on, she kept on (You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby) And on, and on, and on, she kept on Though you're sounding as good as a CD [Verse 2] [Dres] Everything was Dolby, or rather all's OK She was playing Frito and I play the Lay Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say... [Mista Lawnge] Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ I entered in my drawers To show that I was live The ho didn't believe that I was nine point five She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?' I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.' I was erectified. I gave her the proof And then I suggested a little woof woof She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong I'm the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge Don't get offended by the position I recommended Doggy style is my shit The bottom is what I hit" I didn't eat her Or Rita, just beat her Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Uhhhhhhh! [Verse Three: Q-Tip] Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil Lawnge, you got the felts 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle Now put them on the arm that protrudes like a stick And live up to your label Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick As the dookie hits the fan, in comes the horny man To finish up the task, so I'm scopin' out that ass Lawnge, she wants it Her hands spreads the butt cheeks Tip plus Lawnge plus the ho equals wet sheets [Outro] God damn Yo, somebody give me A horny time Somebody give me a hole Spread the ass Just give me a hole No man Somebody give me a hole I'm gonna come in your face Somebody give me a hole I'm coming, in your face Somebody give me a hole I'm gonna come in your face Somebody give me a hole Bitch just let me pee on you Let me pee on you Let me pee on you Somebody give me a hole I've got the anal tongue darts I've got the anal tongue darts Let me pee on you Somebody give me a hole Ahhhhhhhh I can't hold it no more [Hook] And on, and on, and on, she kept on (Repeat until fade)

Horchata

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[Verse 1] In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals [Verse 2] In December, drinking horchata Look down your glasses at that Aranciata With lips and teeth to ask how my day went Boots and fists to pound on the pavement [Chorus] Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on [Verse 3] You'd remember drinking horchata You'd still enjoy it with your foot on Masada Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals [Chorus] Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh, you had it but oh, no, you lost it Looking back, you shouldn't have fought it [Verse 4] In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals Years go by and hearts start to harden Those palms and firs that grew in your garden Are falling down and nearing the rosebeds The roots are shooting up through the tool shed Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement [Chorus] Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh, you had it but oh, no, you lost it You understood so you shouldn't have fought it Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on

Small Thing to a Giant

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[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] I'm about that drama You fucking with the kind of nigga that got a gangster grill Yelling diamonds when I ramble nigga So don't cross me, got ammo like Rambo Nigga likes to gamble, you crapped out You bad gambling nigga Niggas moving fast gotta pump the brakes on 'em They better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em My goon's real hungry looking for a real break And you's a real phony looking like a big steak So get your shit straight before I grab the big eight Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see shit straight Ray Charles niggas blind to the fact -- While you was in your class, I was grinding getting scratch The night grind and you get scratched Now you cryin' like a bitch You a bird, got wings I'm-a fly you with the pack These little niggas got the nerve, these niggas under me I put you under my wing, niggas you's a son to me [Hook - Gudda Gudda] Small thing to a giant (x4) [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Guess what? Streets off paper And me I'm praying for probation Like my ancestors prayed for segregation I'm a predator, when I prey I don't mean meditation I mean vegetation, fuck the Feds and fuck the federation And every agent. Man I want that Asian, sexy like a Geisha Get up in her stomach like Ignatia I'm a stop Nah let me keep going C4ing, we blowing Up you better be detouring if we're touring And she's snoring cause he boring Shawty need a refund -- bring her back. But when it comes to me She pre-ordering, and re-ordering and re-ordering I leap, ball and I freefall and I sleep all in that pussy And when she calling I don't answer But she keep calling and keep calling And we balling like b-balling, as a matter of fact like street balling We evolving, they dissolving Cincinnatti Reds hat, red black Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at I'm going in like wet pussy, no money that sounds like death to me Bitch, I don't give a motherfuck Yeah I'm leaning, 'bout to pour me up another cup Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another blunt I roll a Biggie Small, now here's another one I'm in love with Wayne Long hair don't care, bitch call me Rick James Weezy that nigga, and don't forget the baby you fucking baby sitters [Hook- Lil Wayne] Small thing to a giant (x4) [Verse 3 - Gudda Gudda] I'm going in like I'm going home 20 thousand on my wrist and my neck that's my rolling stone Went from being broke with not a pot to piss in Now I've got a pocket full of dead politicians Stop nigga, listen, cause I'm about to break the game down No toilet paper homie when I'm shittin' Fly boy, hover over niggas like a flying saucer Y.M. roll deep, don't make me call the bosses Y.M. gon' eat and run like break-fast Been running for too long, it's time to take cash And I'm gonna smother the game cause no air kills And for the money I eat beats up like they're grilled Bitches love me, when they stare I give them rare chills But Money's over her, she can't see in a pair of heels Young nigga 'bout to bleed the game Throw a stack at them hoes and tell 'em, "keep the change" Gasoline flow, light the match, watch it spark Fire jumping off my lips every time I talk Living legend in the flesh, I'm the champ, yes I'm serving niggas like my name was Pete Sampras Get hyphy if you want and I'm a shake them dreads And go dumb with the tool upside your head Who want it? You get him, I taunt him Take all his money then I take a shit on him Your whole clique is phony: My Little Ponies Gudda walk alone and shit my shadow is my army Why I need a nigga when I got my tool on me? My lil' buddy got bullets like the army Militant thoughts, like I train with Al-Qaeda Raid a nigga crib with a boxcutter razor Look so bow down to the chief, the champ Dictator in these streets nigga, sign the stamp

Where the Hood At?

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[Intro] (Now I gotta deal with this shit) Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (Yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas) Thinking dog can't pull another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (Yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb) Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas Fuck these niggas thinking? Y'all niggas thinkin' I'm doing, just sittin' around doin' nothin'? Oh my God, niggas can't be serious [Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Post-Chorus] Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 1] Man, cats don't know (What?) what it's gon' be Fuckin' with a nigga like me D to the M to the X (X) Last I heard, y'all niggas was havin' sex (Uh) with the same sex (Woo) I show no love (Yeah) to homo thugs (Nah) Empty out, reload, and blow more slugs (Boom) How you gonna explain fuckin' a man? Even if we squash the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand (Aight?) I don't fuck with chumps (Yeah) For those that been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps (Uh) I don't fuck with niggas that think they broads Only know how to be one way, that's the dog (Woo) I know how to get down, know how to bite (Bite) Bark very little, but I know how to fight (Fight) I know how to chase a cat up in a tree Man, I'll give y'all niggas the business for fuckin' with me Is you crazy? [Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Post-Chorus] Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 2] Once it's on, I come through, guns is drawn Blam, blam, lungs is gone, sons will mourn From dusk 'til dawn (Uh), night time belongs to the dog On the street past midnight, look for 'em in the morgue (Yeah) Won't play with these cats 'cause I ain't got nothin' to say to these cats (Uh) For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cats (Aight?) 'Cause I know niggas is hard-headed, but I ain't got the patience (Uh) Don't want me havin' no patience, turn into more patients More trips to ICU 'cause I see you Trying to get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do Where my dogs at? (Right here) You see them niggas? (Right where?) Get 'em, boys (Right there) That's how we do (Alright, then) Yeah, this is for my dogs (Uh), this is for my dogs (Uh) Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog) From then 'til now, don't ask me how Know that we gon' roll like them niggas and hit every block on the job [Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Post-Chorus] Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 3] I get apes doin' crime, stomp niggas like grapes makin' wine (Yeah) Five CD's with mad rhymes (Aight) Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin' You really wanna stop niggas from dyin'? Stop niggas from tryin' (Yeah) 'Cause I ain't really got that time to waste And I thought I told you to get these fuckin' bums out my face (Aight?) Lookin' at you in your grill, it might be nice to cut (Uh-huh) Once I split your ass in two, you'll be twice as butt (Uh-huh) Yeah, you right, I know your style pussy, 'cause I'm fuckin' it (Damn) Since we all here, you hold my dick while he suckin' it (Woo) Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me? Shove your head up your ass, have you seein' shit clearly (Woo) Never heard that D be running (Uh), 'cause D be gunning I beat my dick and bust off in your eye so you can see me comin' Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind And if they get me with the joint, they'll hit me with a three-to-nine [Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Outro] What? Where the fuckin' hood at? Ayy, no one's fuckin' with me, nigga (It's all good) For real (It's all good, dog is the hood) I am the hood (It's all good, dog in the hood) I am the streets (It's all good, dog is the hood) You bitch-ass nigga (It's all good, dog is the hood) Take it how you want, motherfucker (It's all good) I'm in the hood all day (Dog is the hood) I think I'm, like, the only nigga, dog (Dog in the hood) That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave) By his fuckin' self and be good (Good) Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my projects (Yo, Y.O.) When the last time they seen dog, motherfucker (Not too long ago, baby) D, Y, uh (Y'all niggas is homeless) Kato (Where the hood at?)

Ice Cream Paint Job Remix

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[Intro: Dorrough] {Snoop} Hah! {West Coast, baby..} Yeah, remix! This time I say Yeah, buddy - live good, eat good Old school Chevy to a Cadillac Fleetwood Got the inside - (black!), and the outside (black!) Thinkin 'bout a Maserati, but I rather ride ('Lac) A.C. blow (whaaat?!), like wind chill (chill!) Paint drippin like the rain on a windshield [Hook] Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream paint job Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl...al-rite) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl...al-rite) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream paint job [Verse 1 - Dorrough] M-m-m-mama black, daddy black Uncle black, granny black, catch me in a Cadillac (Cadillac) Say, ridin on a foreign ti' Wit some ice cream paint, got the shoes and I had to match My car, yo we stunt like that (like that) Down in Dallas, Texas, yeah it's crunk like that All I gotta do is this, drop the top and show the wrist And I can pull a bad chick off eye contact Yeaaaaaaa - it's ya, it's ya, it's ya boy Dorrough I got a wood grain wheel and a wood grain flo' Paint job, fresh sprayed, pop trunk, might wave Yeah, buddy, I'm paid, umm, everybody know That getting money is the mission, it's the auto clone magician 0-9, but I drive a 0-12 Expedition Wit a auto-start ignition, fo' fifteens hit it Wit a sign on the back say "Let's go fishing" [Hook] [Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg] Yeah, West Coast nigga Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Twenty-fo' on the ol' schools sittin up high (high) Push - I hit the gas, fuck a red light All chrome Chevy signs on my tailpipe I smash out Doggy Dogg live the Boss' Life Show these niggas what it cost and how to floss it right They hear the song and they Jerk to it all night Euro grill, candy paint dripping off white (drip, drip, drip..) Yeah, we got the streets turned up Purp in my blunt, brown in my cup Boat motor in my engine, 15s' in my trunk Ice Creams' on my feet, I'mma fuck the streets up (Fuck it up!) Wet paint job, shift kit, no clutch Pocket fulla money wit some Hustle Boy Chucks Sugar coat seats, soft white crust They say they ridin clean, but they ain't got it like us! [Hook] [Verse 3 - Nipsey Hu$$le] It's 15s' in the trunk, let my beat bang (yep!) Half of chicken on my neck, let my chain hang (yep!) Four fifty yellow rock'll make the ass swang Chevy tuned up, bangin Hu$$le is my last name For the rap game, still us in the fast lane Pulled up at the spot, parked the Regal on the grass mayne Swisher Sweets same color as the wood grain They say, "Why you leave it running?" I say "Cuz I'm in the hoooood, mayne~!" Clean on the ourside, cream on the inside Ask around, bet they tell you that I been fly Way befo' Xzibit show, I had a Pimp Ride And "All Money In" is the motto that we live by Look, shit kept gettin betta fo' me You hatin on me? It's whatever, I get cheddar, homie I'm well-paid so the people know me Ridin wood grain and leather only Hussle [Hook] [Verse 4 - Jim Jones] Splash - (candy bought) I'm drippy Car so clean that the paint looks slippy (Hold on!) Caught the swag flu so I got these niggas sick-y Coney ice cream the way the girl started licking (Baskin Robbins) Give her the shovel the way she diggin me (Dig that!) Victory - (Ow!) Just the B.I.G. in me Yeah, my game fly, I make the nasty girls get wit me (Nasty!) And after the telly, it's all history (Gone!) Chickens - rotisserie We can make it snow motherfucker, better get your skis (We got it!) Told her turn it up as I hit the speed Push the head down, word is bond as I hit the weed (Uh-ohhhhhh) [Verse 5 - Soulja Boy] Yeah shawty, Soulja Boy big dawg Black-on-black Lamborghini, ice cream paint job WOOOSH! Black card bank card So much money, look like I had the bank robbed Flow cajin, spicy punchline Disrespect me, get jumped like the lunch line Titanic swag like I'm standin on a boat Man ya boy's got money, but your flow still broke No pad, no pen I'm goin ing Flyin down the highway, blowing on a Kush-ington I'm gettin money like I never would believe So many tattoos that my skin cain't breathe I'm gettin old money but I'm a youngsta My swag presidential, make Obama wanna sponsor me

Look Like Jesus

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[Intro] Niggas hatin on me bro, but I don't give a fuck, bitch! Young BasedGod in the motherfucker I'm god, I look like Jesus And I'm coming with that motherfucking heater Bitch, suck my dick. Ride up Motherfucking waterfront, brah, you feel me? Based god in this motherfucker, man I got bitches on deck, nigga pretty boy, 100 million 100 thousand, Based god--based freestyle [Hook x 2] Hoes on my dick cause I look like Jesus Young Based God coming straight with the heater Niggas getting mad cause I dress like Jesus Christ I'm that pretty bitch, I'mma fuck her all night [Verse 1] Young based god off the wall like a plasma Make your main bitch suck my dick cause I'm handsome Young Based God got the cash and the bulletproof Ride my main bitch and I fuck her in her ass, too Gold mouth, bitch, and I look like a princess No homo, bitch, that pretty bitch with your sister Ride round town in a limousine--flat screen-- Real goon, nigga, tiny shirt and some tiny jeans Straight waterfront bitches mad that I made it Your bitch sucking dick and y'all haters keep hating Word around town: I got bitches in amazement Young based god, put the K in yo' faces Come to your spot with the trash bag, I'm gooned out Only young hoes facing 36, I'm boomin' out Hoes on my dick cause I flex stolen whips And I look like Jesus Christ, bitches on my dick

Wasted

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[Intro: Gucci Mane] Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha, ha) Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha) Wasted, I'm wasted, so wasted, so wasted Take it, FATBOI [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney (Wasted) Gucci no hippie, but he stoned like Jimmy (Jimmy) X-pill poppers, geeked up crazy (Crazy) Whole clique rolling, everyone's wasted (Wasted) Purple Codeine Sprite pink: don't waste it (Waste it) Mix-up, grandma drink it, didn't taste it (Taste it) Now grandma sipping syrup, leaning wasted Walking around fucked up twisting her fingers Homegirl slipped up, drunk, got wasted (Wasted) Now she backstage and she trying to get famous See me, I'm a drinkie, drinking, Gucci Mane shake it (shake it) Club life, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted (wasted) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Verse 2: Plies] I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys But I do get wasted like the white boys Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck this Almond Joy Say she got to stop sucking cause her jaws sore Got a bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor (on the floor) Your partner just popped another one, now he rolling more Was on 3 pills, now he on 4 I don't know why, but that Remy turn me into a whore Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces Got that .40 on my waist and it's off safety About 40 goons with me and we all wasted On Remy straight tonight, dogg, no chaser [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Whole clique faded, we geeked up crazy (crazy) Big boy bracelets, we "white-boy wasted" (Wasted) No shirts, fuck it! Our necks and arms are tatted We sloppy drunk, disgusted, the liquor keep wasting (wasting) 285 Eastside, me and Plies wasted (Wasted) Racing, Chevy beating, booty/butt chasing Spring bling, 50 thousand, white girls shaking Some dancing naked, but everyone's wasted (Wasted) Magic City Monday, ball-player wasted (Wasted) This is for your uncle drinking Thunderbird, wasted (Wasted) 12-pack wasted, I need more cases (Wasted) And Gucci's not a racist all my diamonds caucasian [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Outro: Gucci Mane] This is GPSA (Ghetto Public Service Announcement) We don't get fucked up no more We get wasted (Wasted) Gucci Mane, Plies, FATBOI

2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

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[Intro: 2Pac & Snoop Doggy Dogg] Up out of there Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Eh, light that up, Snoop! Why you actin' like that? Ahh shit, you done fucked up now (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) You done put two of America's most wanted In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time? (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) Ha, ha, ha, ha, y'all niggas about to feel this (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms Have one on us, a'ight? (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) A toast to the gangsters [Verse 1: 2Pac] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bombin' hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs [Verse 2: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun 'Cause they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome "Free 2Pac" is all that's on a nigga's mind But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit [Verse 3: 2Pac] So now they got us laced Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases Bitches, get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down Me and Snoop about to clown I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin' Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish [Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg] I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerino I've got a house out in the hills, right next to Chino And I think I've got a black Bimmer But my dream is to own a fly casino Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal It feels good to you, baby-bubba You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker [Verse 5: 2Pac] Now, follow as we ride! Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside! And I can make you famous Niggas been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us? I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's If you got it, better flaunt it Another warrant, 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & 2Pac] Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party [Verse 6: 2Pac] Now give me fifty feet, defeat is not my destiny Release me to the streets, and keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffery is greed Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I bust and flee These niggas must be crazy, what?! There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers, who can fade the thug? You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear Bow down in the presence of a boss player [Verse 7: Snoop Doggy Dogg] It's like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin' Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin' You gotta have paper in this world You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl You doin' your job every day And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn gray Let me tell you 'bout life and 'bout the way it is You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid [Verse 8: 2Pac] They tell me not to roll with my Glock So now I got a throw-away Floatin' in the black Benz (Bitch), tryin' to do a show a day They wonder how I live with five shots Niggas is hard to kill on my block Schemes for currency and dough-related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it My nigga, Dogg, and me, eternally the most wanted [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & 2Pac] Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party [Outro: 2Pac] Bitch! Where you at? Where you at? Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Yeah, Death Row

Life’s on the Line

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[Intro] Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway Man, I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up, homie? Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me [Verse 1] I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Coke price go up, capsules come down The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (Yeah!) When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo!) [Hook] Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line [Bridge] Y'all niggas don't want no part of me Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six [Verse 2] I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, she say" shit Unless he say she said she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blat!) Do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front I stay with the Mac 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood, they like, "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" Beef—you don't want none, so don't start none You're just a small player in this game—play your part, son [Hook] Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line [Verse 3] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh) That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah!) Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car NASCAR, truck with a crash bar And TVs in the dash, pa See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Hahaha) I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up (Woo!) Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playing—you get killed like that Acting like you all hard—you ain't built like that See me when you see me, nigga! WHAT! [Hook] Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line [Bridge] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six

313

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[Hook: Eye-Kyu & Eminem] Now, what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see Man, what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one, see [Verse 1: Eye-Kyu] Yo, some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm The freshest whack MC that you ever heard in your lifetime My slick acapella sounds clever with the beats Boy, I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forget a gold digger's succubus My soul's thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke: can't no nigga fuck with this I got more different strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your woma just to keep my lyrics comin' (Bitch!) We elevated to new heights, premeditated Let it be that I stated, they hate it Now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it So I take it, that's the reason I'm hated To represent's my temperament If rap was a dick, all you so called hard MCs would not be impotent, but pimpin' it And actin' like you could rock a show Harder than LL's rock the bells and you's a ho Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep comin' like nymphomaniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got somethin' for your ass to hate I blast your hate and have you all runnin' past the gates And as for face clutchin' and touchin' the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Buckin' these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leavin' them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance? No, we won't have that You want your shit to blow up? Well, I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singin' or gonna do a thing but run And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno So stop that bullshit flow Yo, you need to come with the real skills and act like you know [Hook: Eminem & Eye-Kyu] Now, what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see Now, what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one, see [Verse 2: Eminem] So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? You don't know shit so when you see one, flee You can be Run-D, you'll never be the MC I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain round the block to jog your fuckin' memory It's either them or me, man, kill or be killed Your will'll be sealed, your casket closed, you still'll be billed My facilities filled with fans packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty (Ha) If he's actin' soft and he cowers He better come cleaner than Jeru jackin' off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I shout with a slang simple as ABCs Skip over the Ds and rock the microphone with ease Dethrone MCs and I'ma max alone Relax your dome, like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, biters get treated with shots I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks of fellow followers' singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours, let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not 'Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't jack [Hook: Eye-Kyu & Eminem] Now, what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see Man, what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one, see

Freaky Gurl

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[Intro] (Yeaa!) Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! She's a very freaky girl Very freaky girl Gucci, I want a very freaky girl [Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh [Verse 1] Let me set the record straight: Hater: you participate 3 girls with me like I'm going on Elimidate Say you got a man, but your man ain't here The ice in my ear shine like a chandelier Jumping out the phantom, don't you think I'm handsome? Watch on my wrist cost more than a mansion Bet your baby-daddy ain't icing like the kid be Got your baby mama front seat of the Ferrari [Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh [Verse 2] Gucci Mane La Flare. Baby, I'm that guy Girls' eyeballs pop when they see when my Lamb' pass by My money long as a limo Just to show off, I put my wrist out the window Ride through the 6, little kids scream "bingo!" I fell off in the spotlight, like ay, let's mingle Then the DJ play my new single The club got crazy, all the hoes went psycho [Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh [Verse 3] Don't be conceited, girl I know you're freaky, girl I know your secret, girl But I'm gonna keep it, girl Oh, you's a college girl? Come be a Gucci girl Oh, you's a Gucci fan? Let's go to Gucciland You dig a Gucci man Cause only Gucci can Drop a stack, pop your back with a rubberband You diggin Gucci, Gucci Let's do the oochie-coochie Oh, that's your girlfriend? Why don't you introduce me [Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh

Pussy Money Weed

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[Intro] I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— [Verse 1] Oh, yes, I love her, like Egyptian Want a description? Her body's sickening I can be her prescription, I can be her physician Sexual healing: I can be her religion And now, she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling I bless her as if she sneezed—must be the weather I dress her: I am her sleeves, I am her feathers She's fly—flyer than you, flyer than me I love her; she loves me, too; I love her three times More than her mom; time will tell that I'm the nigga that She should—we should be wherever she wanna be on a Late night, midday, A.M., just say when And I know I be with cavemen, but never mind them She's "Poison," and I am Michael Bivins See, I know that y'all don't hear me, but she does; we does What grown folk do when they had too much to drink, and I think We done had too much to drink, and [Chorus] (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed [Verse 2] Oh, yes, I love her like I ought to I see you at the altar, Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter, or son—more than one Maybe five, like the Jacksons, or John Paxson Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion And Daddy will be home later on Smelling like the cologne that I put on this morn And I hope that you smell like woman's soap and shampoo And lotion and perfume and candles And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal, yes I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra Got her wet like she's sweating out a fever—wow! Leave her to me, and she'll be smiling every single time you see her From ear to ear I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay Or we can stay awake and watch the next day Clothes are overrated; panties are debated Einstein: Her head is the greatest [Chorus] (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed [Verse 3] Oh, yes, I love her like her dad told her no man would ever love her—oh, and I better be the only man sticking it Licking it like an envelope; mailing it, sealing it, read it I have written down Victoria's Secret—don't tell nobody Don't share your body with nobody—not even a finger I will cut it off and let him keep it—that ass for Weezy, baby And at my station, we have sex orientation When I hit it, she squint like them Orient Asians; I do me I say, "Hey, Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty— Roll, like sushi"; I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese "Ah"s, "Ooh-wee"s "Voila"s, "Ta-da"s, "Mhm"s, "Uh-huh"s "Oh, yeah"s, never "Oh, no"s until I have to go And then it's: "Never! Oh, no!" I tell her, "Don't cry— I be back like the electric bill" And when she butt-naked, she dressed to kill [Chorus] (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed

Welcome 2 Houston

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[Verse 1: Slim Thug] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne We born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh? Top of my drop still missin' as Osama [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 3: Mike Jones] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin his grind on Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now H-town (Yeah!) Home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank [Verse 4: Bun B] Yeh this the city that's slow, the city thats throwed The city where the boys flip the candy painted low The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed And sip that paint (Sip that paint) and drip that paint (Drip that paint) And drop that top (Drop that top) and grip that grain (Hold up) 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt This Clutch City but we play what we dealt Reppin' the H-Town [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 5: Paul Wall] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview We steady bangin' on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby [Verse 6: Yung Redd] (Ha ha ha, know what I'm tawkin' 'bout?) Purple so muddy I can barely even drive Stay blowin' down trees like a Category 5 Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunnyside I could walk these streets if I was blind, know what I'm tawkin' 'bout? Yung Redd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you To my homie Big Hawk, I salute Mayne [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 7: Lil Keke] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N God blessed me with the million dollar pen See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air That Sunnyside and South Park, I was raised out there This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin' Don Ke', heart of the south, slab ridin' [Verse 8: Z-Ro] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath From the city where our stadiums drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush If you want it we got it cause there's not a product we dont push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me) [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 9: Mike D] Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah North and the south together we ball Fuck that, nigga its a H-Town thang Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me [Verse 10: Big Pokey] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid 6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig Yall know we do it big, like a freight-liner rig Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do' Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro Put ya H's up, represent ya city bro Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 11: Rob G] (Talking) Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go! Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey Riding around, southwest side of my towm Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep It's Rob G! [Verse 12: Trae] Chyeah! King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (Lights out) I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls Suicide make the door presidential when they decide to close (Real talk) They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (Got it locked) I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (Doors up) I'm so hood it be the true definition of me Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me Tha Truth, nigga! [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 13: Lil O] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what Its Lil O Homie [Verse 14: Pimp C] Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away For the last 15 years, I been reppin my state I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case Eight's over ice straight product of the H Southside, I never was no big socializer With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice This game a pie I don't want it all I just need a slice [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off)

How Low

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[Intro: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Verse 1: Ludacris] Haha, Luda! She can go lower than I ever really thought she could Face down, ass up The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans Baby pull your pants up I like it when I see you do it Better than I've ever seen I done befo' A lot of, women, drop it to the ground But how low can you go? Lower than your mama's ever seen it in her lifetime Never would've imagined it, not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror, now you doing it on the dance flo' Mad 'cause I can't get with you, chick, just show me how to dance, oh I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up, kinda like a player do But if you come to the crib, then I might show you girls a thang or two Yeah, I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, there's just one thang that I gotta know [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 2: Ludacris] I be like knick, knack, patty, wack Oh, where my kitty cat? Give a dog a bone How many licks does it take 'til I get to the center and let a realer nigga take you home? I can make this show stop, soon as he hear this fo' pop From A-T-L-A-N-T-A-N all the way down to yo' block Put the needle on the record And I make her get lower than a Lamborghini And if she really get low, then I'ma shoot a video and put it all on TV 'Cause I like that French vanilla (French vanilla) And the caramel (and the caramel) But when it comes to chocolate (when it comes to chocolate) I know that very well Asian persuasion, no discrimination, I love how they seem to please us I wanna taste them butter Rican pecan peanut butter cups like Reese's Pieces 'Cause I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, well, there's just one thang that I gotta know [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 3: Ludacris] Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it Don't, stop – get it, get it Put it in reverse just to back it up Let me put some Luda in it Show me whatchu working with I'll show you some of this bankroll Yeah, you a superstar There's just one thang I gotta know, so [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know

Heartz Of Men

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