Acceptance Speech[Ill Bill] First and foremost, a toast to my Mom & my Pop My daughter and my wife, there’s no one more important in my life Without them I wouldn’t be alive in the literal sense And in the mind, they are my inspiration to grind My reason to live, rest in peace to my grandmothers and my uncles Y'all molded the person I became and for that I love you It’s difficult to explain through lyrics how much I miss you Please accept any success I’ve achieved as a tribute A testament to your impact And influence on everything I’ve ever did, you’ll forever live I never been a religious person but still bear witness to a higher power Some only pray in their final hour But I remain grateful for my blessings Thankful to the most high, for the many gifts whether present Past or futuristic, blessed to be able to express myself through words And give thanks using the lyrics (Interlude) The winner is… Ill Bill… number one I feel very grateful, very humble I wanna thank everyone I’ve waited a very long time I dedicate this to you for believing in me I just wanna say… thanks… thank you [Ill Bill] Secondly I’d like to address where it all popped From Farragut Road to your block Gargling booze, and saw god sparking a doob Marketing crude, sharpening tools, we're martyrs & goon shooters That shoot constant modern day Goose Gossage Ice cold though, Siberian summers appear hotter Quite bold like a Nigerian underwear bomber Dope war, folklore, coke whore smoke more Morbid epitaph, Sordid tortured past provoke more Try to stab me with a knife to be exact Spitefully attacked, trifling and wack, grimier in fact Than any award or any rap, any whore or any rat Close the door on petty crap Very happy, thankful to my best of friends Had to cut ties with any of the very many snakes in the grass that left me for dead Dumped in the river, swept in the ocean Heavy emotion, stand firm though the end is approaching, I’m open (Interlude) The winner is… Ill Bill… number one Ladies and gentleman, a real round of applause Yall appointed me to bring rap justice I’ve waited a very long time I dedicate this to you for believing in me It’s truly fantastic To show our appreciation for you [Ill Bill] Lastly I’d like to thank all my influences And various inspirational individuals that got me in the music business I'm a fan first so I appreciate mines Thanks to my fans, you're my family, I take pride In your support and every album you bought Down for life, I love y'all for never doubting your boy Same way I love LL Cool J and Kiss One made me wanna rock, the other made me wanna spit Rick Rubin made me wanna flip em both at the same time Slayer and Scarface inspired me to write insane rhymes Thanks to L'Amours in Brooklyn accepting my fake ID Opened for Sepultura there when I was only 17 Thanks to my band Injustice Thanks to Ace London Studios for letting us rehearse when we ain’t have nothing And shouts to all of y'all that said I couldn’t do it You gave me the fire to kick down the door and walk through it (Interlude) The winner is… Ill Bill… number one I feel very grateful, very humble And I owe thanks to many, many people I’ve waited a very long time I dedicate this to you for believing in me What more could I say? I wouldn’t be here today if the old school didn’t pave the way Ill Bill, rap crusader Rap crusader Ill Bill, rap crusader Rap crusader Ill Bill, rap crusader Ill Bill, rap crusaderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy War Is My Destiny[Verse 1: Ill Bill] They killed my entire family Murdered and tortured, raped and pillaged I was only five and I was the only surviving witness My entire village burnt to the ground He wore a serpent in his crown Happily committed murder with a frown In an army of black-hooded fiery-skulled generals And a sorcerer that could cast spells that’ll change your genitals Held me in slavery till I turned eighteen Killed my slave master, five years later became king And I slain dragons and ate steaks during famine Had the seeds of war planted in a dirty tavern Had the seeds of presidents killed in a burst of anger And had their parents bleed to death on the floor of a dirty bathroom I watched their palaces burn, I seen the ashes of my comrades Returned to their family in an urn While a proud child remembers his father that died The cycle continues with vengeance alive in his mind [Hook: Max Cavalera] Refuse, resist, war is my destiny! Disorder unleashed, war is my destiny! Chaos, A.D., war is my destiny! Under a pale grey sky, war is my destiny! [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] Yeah, yeah, I was an angel before a third of the stars fell Cast with the sternum from Satan into the pit of hell Our beloved leader forced to be a bottom-feeder The great deceiver that promised victory over the monkey lovers We took a vote to restructure and traitors fell upon him We ripped his skin off and crowned a new son in the morning A new president to lead our corporation The vengeance on God and Heaven’s domination But I seduced the daughters of man and made the Nephilim I demanded human sacrifice from the rest of them I became the spirit that tortured and protected them And I built them the tower of language that connected them And then the Lord cried, water falling out from his eyes And my children died drowning in the tears from the sky And it was then that Satan crawled back to me with a plan A design for the ultimate corruption of man See back then we used to set the chosen ones on fire You really think God only sent a single messiah? And so we allowed the birth of many prophets on earth And since the followers were human they were born with a curse They began to claim superiority to their brothers And for eighty-five thousand years conquered each other And when they prayed before battle they were praying to me Killing in God’s name cause war is my destiny! [Hook: Max Cavalera] Refuse, resist, war is my destiny! Desire unleashed, war is my destiny! Chaos, A.D., war is my destiny! Under a pale grey sky, war is my destiny!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Uncle[Intro: Uncle Howie] My life is- I'm dependent, I can't help it. I started at a young age I'm too dependent on it, you know? Drugs and music get me where I wanna go now But I gotta make the money for it and it's not that easy nowadays [Hook] My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm I'm the truth like the name of the song Yo my uncle shoots heroin [Ill Bill] Bathroom floor, found a syringe When I was on the Hiero Tour Howie went out on a binge The snake bitch I was fucking even took him to cop A month later he was on the floor looking for rock Missed a flight to Czech Republic, walked in the path Of Howie lying in his own puke dying from crack Cocaine poisoning, he shot the heroin since fourteen February 2003, he was clean I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope, and meth Hosted shows, free clothes, bubblebaths, autographs T-shirts, soon I'mma make a Howie action figure Before his latest relapse I'm glad I captured pictures I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers To save him I'd have jumped in front of spray from snipers But this is just something that he's gotta do on his own I try to get through to him with this song yo [Hook] My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm I'm the truth like the name of the song Yo my uncle shoots heroin [Ill Bill] He used to live in my crib, sleep on my couch smoking Newport 100's Gave me comic books, bought me my first bass guitar Learned from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards Watch the sci-fi channel high off of methadone More addictive than anything injected in the arm D.T.'s five in the morning waking my moms Got a search warrant but Howie Tenenbaum is gone Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me When I was five I used to pick the seeds out of his weed Nodding out, burning cigarette holes in his sheets Wake up and eat a box of Captain Crunch then go back to sleep He was a crackhead too, he might still be A walking relapse, that motherfucker's still on the street You tell him right he goes left Show him right he does wrong I hope I get through to him with this song yo [Hook] My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm I'm the truth like the name of the song Yo my uncle shoots (my uncle shoots)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Anatomy of a School Shooting[Verse 1: ILL Bill] The anatomy of a school shooting, shotgun under my trench coat Columbiners did it, dead spoke, blood-red soaked My mind consumed with DOOM as I walk through the school 15 people killed and over 14 wounded My name is Eric Harris, I was forever harassed, an outcast You fucked with us and now me and Dylan is pulling out gats I've been wanting to murder people Suicide is played out, if you gonna die, take people with you We've been planning this before the kids from Jonesboro did it And I wanted the world to know when people died that we did it I even killed myself, but don't feel sorry for me Feel sorry for your seeds who spread the disease Another bloodbath coming soon to a school near you Smalltown killing-spree that's organized by the youth Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth Dragging my name through the mud when televising the news A bunch of ticking timebombs y'all, there's more like me Overflowing with hate and bullied to get raw like me They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me You'd probably get your head blown up by a kid like me I put my mind to it and what I accomplished is frightening The right thing, no matter what you idiots might think Check it, I did that shit so idiots might think This ain't a game, the nerds that you be fucking with might flip! [Hook] It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist? Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did This is the anatomy of a school shooting It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist? Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did This is the anatomy of a school shooting [Verse 2] I see dead people; it isn't my fault that they were evil Fuck a favorite, I hate everybody equal Bitch I warned y'all, didn't I? Now everybody wanna talk shit and cry asking why Two geeks picked up guns and turned murderous All of y'all are beneath me, you don't deserve to live Two nerdy kids, is that a crime? Why do I have to be one of the cool kids just to walk by? Without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit The teachers let it happen I've even seen some of them teachers laughing That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blasting I wasn't crazy, all of y'all were sick I was the nicest person in the world, y'all were dicks Don't even try to analyze me now, you had your chance back then Maybe you could've been my friend [Hook] It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist? Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did This is the anatomy of a school shooting It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrist? Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did This is the anatomy of a school shootingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy White Nigger[Verse 1] Hip-Hop brought cultures together I remember cugines in camaros pumping "Tougher Than Leather" Yankel Rosenbaum still got stabbed in Crown Heights Gavin Cato got hit when they ran that red light Over a decade of healing but the scars remain Both families involved still harbor the pain Age thirteen: '70s baby raised in the '80s Mad fights with blacks and whites And both sides hated me for nonsense The white kids was playing it wack 'Cause I'm from the projects and my neighbors is black I had to prove white boys could thug too But fuck skin color, I was proud to call myself a Tough Jew I guess I'm mad lucky to be raised in New York The world's capital, my attitude was take em to war Other places would've raised me in a useless format In Texas they dream about hunting Jews with Borat [Hook] Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you got me figured out? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype Call me white nigga Call me Christ-killer or kike Call me nigga-lover Because I spit on the mic Think you know what I'm about? You're not listening right Get your fucking head kicked in for thinking you're hype [Verse 2] They call me white nigga Call me every name in the book I done heard 'em all Fuck ya'll, I made it a hook Made it a song, exposing the hatred to all 'Cause any type of racism is wrong Had newsmen talking as a kid about Yusef Hawkins Same age as me when Joey Fama caught him walking through Bensonhurst A world away from my Glenwood Projects Racially mixed, combustible, it lead to conflicts I was never raised prejudiced My grandmother was a holocaust survivor And my uncle did heroin My pops wasn't around, my moms kicked him out the house And broke her back to put food in our mouths Age 12: they bussed my projects to the white school Holes in my sneakers, I never fit in with them rich white dudes I didn't click up with the blacks kids neither I bought an Iron Maiden T-shirt And wrote rhymes in my Trapper Keeper [Hook] [Verse 3] Run-D.M.C. really made me wanna get wrecked Same time Kerry King played guitar for Megadeth It was 84-85 LL Cool J "Rock The Bells" obliterated my mind So inspired I created a rhyme Beastie Boys on U68: "She's On It" made up my mind Hardcore, the other bright side I thought Bad Brains was white guys when Melle Mel dropped "White Lines" Nazi skinheads showed up at L'Amours in Brooklyn Got stabbed up by puerto rican skins from Bushwick Geraldo got his nose broken - Tawana Brawley on Donahue Central Park wilding had the world scoping Now VH1 got a show for wiggers And some claim the Jews be the biggest wiggers We're considered the most dangerous 'Cause they think we shift our forms Cast spells and wear beanies to restrict our horns From being seen growing out our heads - the killers of Christ These fools wear white sheets and believe that Hitler was right Believe it or not they still exist undercover And Mel Gibson never liked Danny Glover Another piece of shit called out in the paper If we was there me and my peoples would have Beat the fucking shit outta Kramer If this song offends you, you're a hater Take a look within yourself and figure out What the fuck you're afraid of [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When I Die[Bob Marley interview] [Verse 1: ILL Bill] I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like Hell on Earth without you near I named my daughter after you so when she smiles It's sorta like you're still here It's kinda crazy how time flies 25 years since my grandmoms died But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last me forever And yet you're still here somehow, I still feel your presence I credit you for my inner strength, I feel it in my essence In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence Every verse I've ever written, your energy is kinetic Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die [Chorus: Tia Thomas] My guardian angel flies, these tears I cry Asking for mercy Oh, it hurts so deep inside, but I hear your cries Asking for mercy [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like Hell on Earth without you near I named my label after you So when I rhyme it's sorta like you're still here It's been a year, still in shock about exactly what happened to you Made a song for you called "My Uncle" I was just rapping to you Just talking to you I just saw you at my mother's house I can't believe I just bought a coffin for you We always feared that you would die from an overdose God knows you loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole But in the end, drugs didn't kill you, cancer did Why do good people die young? I don't know what the answer is All I know is I worshipped you as a scrappy kid Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did And that's pretty fucking cool, trust me I was embarrassed when you started smoking crack, honestly it crushed me Swept it under the rug, started smoking weed and popping acid But managed to not do the uglier drugs We grew apart after my grandmother died Homeless, in and outta jail, we stopped relating to each other's lives But years later, we connected once again Not just as nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die [Chorus: Tia Thomas] My guardian angel flies, these tears I cry Asking for mercy Oh, it hurts so deep inside, but I hear your cries Asking for mercyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy American History X[Verse 1: ILL Bill] I eat politicians for breakfast, till infinity it's endless Bill and Hillary, George Bush, everybody's gettin it Presidents, Supreme Court Justices, and Senators Run up in the White House, erase people, edit them Press delete, hit em in the chest with heat Hail to the chief, bullets everywhere, it's beef Violence is more American than apple pie and Soul Train Baseball, nickel-plated nines and cocaine It's ILL Bill, Non-Phixion If I offended you with my words I meant it Protected by the First Amendment If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded Instead of sparkin a dialogue, I'd be hanging in Baghdad shredded Yeah I recognize But if I ever disappear under mysterious pretenses, you guess why I guess the CIA's trying to die They wanna terrorize the kid and fry him alive [Chorus] Skinheads and Black Hebrews, punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors Rappers wearing hundred thousand dollar wrist watches Little kids starving, the police killed his father Rich man, poor man, civilized man Tarzan, who's right fighting over God's land? American History X Represent the future or know what's next [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I leave an ATF truck burning with the passengers in it Hit it with anti-aircraft missiles when Bill spit it No apologies, asking what's wrong with truth Tell me what's wrong with the world, I'll tell you what's wrong with you What's wrong with the youth, brain eating corpses and coupes Sorcerers and spooks, illuminating torturous kooks Murdering devils that wear police officer suits Revolutionaries standing on street corners and stoops I'm the reason the FBI killed JFK The reason they have metal detectors at JFK The reason that the Constitution no longer protects us They don't even need a reason anymore to arrest us Living in a state of Martial Law, learn the arts of war Arm yourself, marching forth into the monster's jaws America eats its young, swallowed raw Falling through the doorway of death, never know what we dying for [Chorus] [Verse 3: ILL Bill] I seen spoiled kids murder their parents with shotguns And the poor kids from the hood selling their mom's drugs A lost generation of fools without a clear destination No guidance, no rules, no education And the older generation's no better Matter of fact they worse, they ought to know better These greedy motherfuckers trade blood for oil An American graveyard on another man's soil Makes no sense, the Roman Empire in the present tense Murder for corporations that they represent Whether Democrat or Republican, the same scumbag government With scumbag ways of running shit [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Illuminati 666[Ill Bill] Yo... We got a black president, the aliens will be here soon Open up your eyes and your ears, here's the truth Beyond blind faith we don't really know what to believe The meaning behind these old books could be anything Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic To the language spoken in the empire of the hated? We the children of a lesser God Make me want to pull an Escobar, and I ain't fuckin talkin 'bout Nas I'm serious like a swastika Or playing Russian roulette, over hard liquor Or Hamas after bombin' a Bar Mitzvah Or Israel after bombin' the Gaza Strip up, it's constant This tit for tat, raising our little kids with gats Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on they face Sometimes the bandana's on their brains This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day [Hook: repeat 2X] Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best Entourage of Gods, from Mossads to Qurans Church Ave. to the Taj Mahal we rock hard [Ill Bill] Homie you dealing with professionals that make murder look like suicide With silencers the size of an ordinary Jewish child Bazookas made from linoleum tubing And you stupid to think that "Lord of War" was only a movie Depraved enterprise, brain energized seven times Genocide high-level lies, truth serum identified Organic mushrooms given to prisoners who don't trust you Meanwhile the mass population consumes I'm in a catch 22, too smart for my own good Intergalactical, too smart for my own hood My X-ray vision see through this tinted image Wipe the dust off reality's lens to spit vicious Molotov monologues at y'all, let's brawl Storming through the valley of the dolls carryin kronze Attack like angry extra-terrestrials challenging God Arrive in chariots armed with various cannons and bombs [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Our Life[Intro: Necro] Yo... Don't make me flip on you Actually you can't make me do nothing I might decide to [Verse 1: Necro] I used to mush thugs And now I push drugs I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug Used to show me his guns Ain't a cat that knows me as son Remember violence at only one I used to watch how my Pops would treat a girl And beef with the world He had a bone to pick That's why my dome was sick It rubbed off on me Because the apple don't fall far from the tree g You cats keep your distance Cause your scared I might flip in an instant When I was filled with innocence I was still committing sins Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon I shove a knife in your grin I run with convicts who stick up kids That'll rob you for six bucks bitch We flip right before you expect it Because we were neglected, as children now we're hectic We shot men and we rob gems I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them Got easier access to a Glock-10 In case, one in ya face is the only option [Hook x2] Necro with Ill Bill Walk around like - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming 'Chill! Chill!' Didn't have your steel, now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Ayo, I grew up in the motherfucking projects My moms says if my pop left We would have to get a section-8 apartment The rent's cheap, I see Decepticons at least Ten deep, run up on me flipping, wanna set beef That was some faggot shit, me and my brother Went for do-lo The only 2 white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo I fought every day, beefed with a hundred cats Way before I started sold drugs and busting caps Way before I bust my first nut, I love to rap At 10 years old is when I first started to fuck with that Everyone else in my PJ's who'd rhyme was black I kept it to myself, continued to define my craft I used to buy my mother milk dragging a spike bat You fought with me, I was the type of cat to fight back I lace you with a broken nose, holding the ice pack Whites, blacks, Puerto Rican's, we was poor, it was wack My mom's tried her best I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack 9's instead Became one of those violent heads Have you on a respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead [Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Society Is Brainwashed[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Every society honors its live conformists and dead troublemakers I'm the Son of Satan, sculpted the culture of the ancients Burn me at the stake with my left hand stuck in The Matrix I'm the apex, I steal science off of spaceships Blackwater contractors captured off of camcorders After mass slaughter, violent massacre, Masters of Order Burning effigies of presidents and American flags Veterans clash for the chance to sell terror for cash Babylon destroyed the Beis Hamikdash Death cults, murder squads Exploding churches and burning mosques Throw your dice, now your destiny's cashed And these seeds of war were planted over centuries past And the mysteries remain unsolved, colossal pyramids on Mars Visitors beyond the scriptures of Allah God is on the side of the ones with money and large armies Pray for death amongst these brainwashed zombies Society is brainwashed! [Hook] I bet you can't see what I can see That's right! Here's a few things we have to address I bet you can't see what I can see When I'm in the streets, I always remain cautious He's good, goddamn [Verse 2: ILL Bill] November 5th, 2001, less than two months after 9/11 occurred The infamous William Cooper was murdered Ex-Naval Intelligence Officer Renowned author of 'Behold A Pale Horse' He paid the cost I can't say I agree with everything that he wrote But I admire him for speaking his mind though Never holding his tongue for nobody, how society is brainwashed Guns in each others faces for the same lies Same everything and same nothing Same bullshit materialism, the Third World man's luxury This false flag fuckery, an AIDS infested junky Your Lady of Liberty can't fuck me Can't touch me, The Black Pope, superior general Tim Osman riding like a Piru from Inglewood Bring the hood up to a hovering mothership They already made the switch to the One World Government [Hook] [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Amongst the Ivory Tower witch doctors, witnessed an explosion On the Groom Lake landing strip, silicon sorcerers abandoned ship Famine gripped the planet with the gigantic Satanic fist Believed to be linked to Al-Qaeda through a sandwich business I don't advise you to believe, these could be camera tricks All I'm saying is to ask questions, amateurs What Hollywood tries to pass off as fantasy Might already have happened in actuality And vice versa, if Jesus Christ was a person Who was Mithra? Who was Krishna? Who was the first to be baptized, crucified, resurrected? Betrayed and made into a martyr for someone else's redemption? Old men start wars for young dudes to die in Madison Avenue telling you what you should be buying Religion and science always profess peace But in the end who created the deadly war machine? Society is... [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Bullet Never Lies[Hook 2x] A bullet never lies, it always tells the truth My words are gunshots that influence the youth Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth Put the message in the barrel of your gun then *bang* [Verse 1: Ill Bill] Fuck the Source, fuck XXL, fuck any media machine Or magazine that front on my team Word to my comrades in the struggle Peace to HHC for putting me and Necro on their cover Your favourite rappers are Non Phixion fans Your wifey is an Ill Bill groupie with my dick in her hand United and dead-set, these young hoes wanna fuck me Excited like rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky I rock soccer stadiums in Bogota Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, "Non Phixion, god." Don't be confused, this ain't that bullshit you listen to We that shit that your bitch fingers her pussy to Pound that Moog organ, chemical warfare, songs for hardcore goons The rest of y'all scared It's that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music Brooklyn homie, run up and pop you with a gun music Break it down for the blind, the brainwashed Religions, politicians and thugs pray to the same god Bloods and Crips, Democrats, Republicans Red and blue states to represent the sets they're running with Other gangs play the game too A blood named George Bush and his team smoked the entire Hussein crew Classic example of former friends turned to rivals Words of the bible inspire murder, turn to survival Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus A shitty public school system and a car that's decent I'm an American, I need a blowjob and a pizza So I'll overthrow you for oil, Mastercards and Visas [Hook 2x] [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] This is a mother fuckin' siege and slaughter, another story of war A holy vision of the purity and glory before I warned you before about Leviathan and biochips And about the second coming of the Messiah shit About the motherfuckin' mark of the beast About the CIA distributing the crack in the streets A savage with beef, leave your body wrapped in a sheet He from Brooklyn, I'm from Philly, we was trapped in the streets My rap is complete, with everything from clappers and heat Pay us homage as you're praying at your enemy's feet That's why none of y'all can feel the god's real pain And none of y'all will never know God's real name Me and Bill is like the lightning and thunder Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger A triflin' brother, give me the weed and the 'caine So I can chop it up in pieces and distribute the pain I know that that's some ignorant shit to be saying But if I was you and you was me then you would spit it the same You viciously maimed, bleeding in a visceral flame Till your spirit enter in a metaphysical planeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Paul Baloff[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Disastrous appetite The last massacre Fantastica ambassador My castle’s like Vlad Dracula’s Bath in blood, blast the snub Plastic gloves, laugh at love My heart is pitch black Like a panther cub or a cancer lung Call me acid tongue Hit hard like Black Sabbath drums Like an assassin does Big silencers and massive guns Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the last to run Look in my eyes, you'd think that Manson had a bastard son Cast aside after dancing out a rancid cunt Tabs and lines got me ranting, and trashed inside a trance on drugs I shovel snow up to my dome until my hands are numb Bundles of dope I know my uncle would be amped to touch A smorgasbord of enormous whores and trashy sluts Nasty ass and jugs happily jack me till I’m blasting cum And stay swerving into murder and perversion Urgent when we're inserting lysergics in the virgin Cadaveric maverick, savages ravage the average Evangelist family to famished cannibal sandwiches Edible funerals, turn terrible to beautiful Sever dudes for food, several medical tools are suitable Trouble times - some will live, some will die Chewed out in a tomb, found mummified Shoot-outs in the summertime Bubble crime, devils might drive-by Genocide cenobite Rebels strike hard like a metal pipe Bark like a kennel fight Sharp like a venom bite Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night Levitate and write, everything God said to Christ Hell Awaits like Kerry King rocking metal spikes Like Paul Baloff at studio 54 live "Ultimate Revenge Tour" VHS, all time greatest Spray death here - shoot the llama from the elbow Like James Hetfield produced the Piranha demoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Acid Reflux(Hook x2) My brain's strange from taking contaminated acid While you be selling your soul we assassinate assassins Am I hallucinating? You'll see visions of death, possessed By homicide is what I'm obsessed [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Reek of puterfaction and drugs, the acid taste often lingers Susan Atkins licked the blood of Sharon Tate off her fingers Off the hand of Satan, hot corpse masturbation Get my rocks off, sparking a golf course assassination Pistol whip and kill the rich, triple six Extremely horrible like a beautiful bitch with a dick Every society receives the criminals it deserves Subliminal with the words, and every visual's absurd Dope dealer storm dancers rain down chronic showers The cult leader cure cancer with hypnotic powers Goon druggie tie-dyed psychedelic paint job Dune-buggy drive-bys, heretics that hate God Red spider acid tongue, death rider, bastard son Empire stand as one, Hellfire Canyon Club Crocodile confessions occupy obsessions We personify homicide - We're the essence (Hook x2) "Death To Pigs" written on the wall in blood Pestilence and sickness the war's begun Trippin' in a coffin numb Lift your tongue, put this underneath Orange Sunshine, a hundred sheets Morbid dungeons and demons a hundred deep Grimy tornado tyrants and independent souls Hawaii volcano, private Jimi Hendrix shows I’ve seen the symmetry of infinity clearly, like Timothy Leary weary Questioning every existing theory Then we enter to the hallways of the always Twisted like corn-braids Trippin' like Grateful Dead tour-dates I seen Satan and God raping your mom Then they all melted away in globs and claymation blobs Simulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine Altamount angels to murder-sprees with Tex Watson The shepard sent the lamb to Bethlehem Pentagon Nephilim, sitting in the center of a pentagram (Hook x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Glenwood Projects[Intro: Uncle Howie] Glenwood motherfucking Projects! That was the fucking place, man. Fucking crack smoking all night, cooking it up, selling C4, weapons, blowguns, every motherfucking thing. What a fucking rush! We were cooking the shit up, and I smoked it up, and the Jamaicans man, they came back, fucking torched the place with me motherfuckingin it! I couldn't get out the fucking apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fucking window, it was fucking dynamite! [Verse 1: ILL Bill] ILL Bill, lost sanity, lost humanity Lost in a maze of purple haze Cannabis sativa, spit ether violently Very vociferous, victorious Hotter than a crematorium, I'll kill all of you Kill your mother, fuck you, drop dead, faggot it's the dragon .44 Magnum splatter you in front of your family My firearms never be tired, up in the air Throw a bullet up in each eye, and one in your ear I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain We got the whole world scratching their heads Our life is like a hijacked airliner but we managed to win Back to the crib, breaking up the cash and the brick Having a bitch flashing the tits while you crashing the whip Laughing at hoes taking facials in amateur flicks While the ILL Bill album's kidnapping your kids [Chorus: ILL Bill] I put the D in the drugs and the G in the Guns I put the D in the dubs and the T in the Thugs I put the C in the 'Caine and the P in the Pain The "G" in the Game Pop! Pop! Three in your brain! [Verse 2: Necro] I get impatient like a long bid Get so vexed I hit the wrong kid Shit gets awkward like I'm on a drug and I can't get off it Blank out, rip the shank out Treat you like Viet Cong Hit you like the weed in a bong Your pussy like a G-string and thong You think I'm sick? Fucked up? Oh am I? You think you can't die? Don't think you're crazy cause a year's passed by Beat you down with my fucking hands tied Now change your attitude Before you get cracked from different latitudes By kids that are mad at you They expect gratitude, I'll strike a foe Even if you don't know me you better act like you know Especially if you're soft I've earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf The gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a moth You're sloppy, cuz you start beef and cop pleas But not me! [Chorus: ILL Bill] I put the D in the drugs and the G in the Guns I put the D in the dubs and the T in the Thugs I put the C in the 'Caine and the P in the Pain The "G" in the Game Pop! Pop! Three in your brain! [Verse 3: Goretex] I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats Or John Hinckley run up on politicians with ski caps Laser weapons, I bleed coke Happiness is like a warm gun Run up in your crib slitting your G's throat Cruise the block whipping UZis and pop Losing the cops, whether New Lots or zooming through Watts The newest space suit, love rocking titties like grapefruits Phase two, Rasta-ice inverted Jesus I'm up in Fatburger, Beck's and codeine So clean, pinstriped gat runners are OG's Serving the fiends crack, dope and weed Glenwood Projects, we living the American dream Screaming “hey pelican" with trains of coke on my cock Handlebars like Vivica with nipples and crotch We toured drive-bys on the Mongoose with Glocks This ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse, funny You get shot! [Chorus: ILL Bill] I put the D in the drugs and the G in the Guns I put the D in the dubs and the T in the Thugs I put the C in the 'Caine and the P in the Pain The "G" in the Game Pop! Pop! Three in your brain!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Only Time Will Tell[Verse 1: Necro] My religious beliefs are to kill snitches and any bitches that beef Your grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs Life is enslavement and suffering, crazy snuffings, attacks Overdosing like David Ruffin, craving, puffing some crack Hell is endless and friendless to the Hitlers, Mengeles, and Himmlers Mangled, ripped to pieces by characters like Pinhead, no forgiveness Reincarnated as God and Satan, logical psycho sadist My cadence hits like razorblade tips or when Vader invaded Corresponding with demons, bonded in blood Like the Ugandan president Idi genocide like Rwandans in bondage Divine comedy, mind lobotomy, do the math like Ptolemy A bloodbath, you're split in half, dichotomy The honorable, horrible, incorrigible, adorable death oracle Beautiful like a funeral floral, you heard the stories: Murdering for glory Sent to purgatory for doing something perverted and gory [Hook: Everlast] When your heart won't beat, your eyes go black There's a light in the tunnel and you can't turn back Your friends can't save you, your family's gone You're waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas? Will you stand on your own or get down on your knees? Will your angels release you from where demons dwell? Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell? Only time will tell, only time will tell Only time will tell, only time will tell [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I fall upon my knees like, "Lord forgive me" Out of the commandments I've broken ten out of ten now Blasphemy passed to me because now Satan's my pen pal Part of me Asmodeus, the other side is an evangelist God gave me melodious but I'm sick, psycho, and scandalous Outbursts like bismillah, hallelujah On the other hand I lust for flesh in my quest for gouda Shaboobalaboopy time, I choose and the coochie's mine My booze through the nine and I ooze at a groupie dime I threw B-signs, but the Cs got more patnas Everything dead, blasting at peep ma poor patois Trying to bring you peace but the beast brings forth kaka I really feel like I hate you but it's eep opp ork ah-ah You don't know what that means? Then ask Jet Screamer Trash that lingers will cause the enemies to blast that femur Only time will tell if I crash between her God forgive me, I'm torn because I'm an angel With a crass demeanor [Hook] When your heart won't beat, your eyes go black There's a light in the tunnel and you can't turn back Your friends can't save you, your family's gone You're waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas? Will you stand on your own or get down on your knees? Will your angels release you from where demons dwell? Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell? Only time will tell, only time will tell Only time will tell, only time will tell [Verse 3: Ill Bill] For whom the bells toll, it's the clock, tick tick tick The truth is the future is now How many lifetimes have I taken you through in this hour? I trust nobody cause Babylon destroyed my uncle So many lessons I've applied to my life that taught me to function In this hell on the earth the dark clouds have silver linings Until the lightning strikes down upon the unrighteous and frightening The non-believers like eighty year old atheists on their death bed Crying and begging for forgiveness from God Atrocities committed against mankind Monstrosities that span time leaving impressions of hatred in man's mind Don’t let time trap you, it’s vital that you realize that there's a new beginning At the ending of the hour of reprisalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Peace Sells[Verse 1: ILL Bill] I'm the Kreator of Terrible Certainty It's No Escape from the Toxic Trace Pop your face, Storming With Menace and Blind Faith The Angel of Death Read Between the Lies, South of Heaven Expendable Youth, Divine Intervention Teaching y'all A Lesson In Violence Doctor Death injecting the virus, Apocalypse I'm a horseman in the Circle Of Tyrants And death's the era, Possessed like Jeff Becerra Consuming Impulses drown you in the depths of terror Forever! [Hook] Peace Sells, But Who's Buying? Who's trying? Who's crying? Who's lying in a pool of blood dying? Peace Sells But Who's Buying? Who's trying? Who's crying? Who's popping with the four pound iron? Peace Sells But Who's Buying? Who's trying? Who's crying? Who's lying in a pool of blood dying? Peace Sells But Who's Buying? Who's trying? Who's crying? Who's lying in a pool of blood? [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Stranded In Hell, My America date of Betrayal Brainwashed by a system that's created to fail Freedom Or Fire, Securitron, ominous fate Fear Factory manufacturing Hi-Tech Hate A Slave New World, a world gone mad A World Without Heroes Used to go to shows surrounded by weirdos Live at L'Amours, mastering the science of war Reading Metal Forces Magazines, dying to tour Biohazards and Carnivores, living a Life Of Agony Where to go, We Gotta Know like Harley Flanagan Electric Funeral, Children Of The Grave Behind The Wall Of Sleep Be afraid, killing to be saved I Don't Need Society, Down For Life, foul and trife ILL Bill, Dirty Rotten Imbecile, down to fight Give Me My Taxes Back, money, God's a liar Speak truth to Def Americans like Tom Araya [Hook] [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Psychic Vacuum, jab you with a knife and stab you Ravenous Medicine, Tribal Convictions, it's heroin Experiment, Macrosolutions To Megaproblems Let the revolvers solve 'em, Chaos Mongers, a Cosmic Drama Peace Sells But Who's Buying, so I stay with the funds We're real, so you die and find you laced with the slugs With The Quickness you calling me my Sacred Love I got Bad Brains, the reason I spray with guns, now listen [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What’s Wrong?[Chorus 2X: ILL Bill] Tell me where the fuck I went wrong? Took the wrong turn, wrong path What's Wrong With Bill? Inspired by songs to kill Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills [Verse 1: ILL Bill] God is an atheist, why should I believe in religion? I'd rather get my dick sucked and cook keys in the kitchen Drive-by, leave you on your block bleeding and twitching Break bread with demons and witches, I'm evil and twisted Half of us in jail, the other half in Beemers and Sixes CEOs wondering who let these creeps in the business Creep with the biscuit, I'm heroin, the fiends are addicted Life's the American Nightmare, the dreams of the wicked We cry blood, sniff cocaine and die young Time's up, caught up in the blowjobs and mindfucks The metal that killed my enemies, occupy guns Say goodbye cause you only die once My mind's grotesque, it's so ugly, so focused, so hungry Trust me, young Gene Simmons, get in between women ILL Bill solo album, Howie gonna take it Leave you duct taped and stuck in The Matrix [Chorus 2X: ILL Bill] Tell me where the fuck I went wrong? Took the wrong turn, wrong path What's Wrong With Bill? Inspired by songs to kill Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills [Verse 2] Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me The other one don't understand me Sometimes she wanna murder me Sometimes she wanna marry me I pray that my sanity grab me andground me I think that I'm about to go AWOL, lose my shit As reality slips away, I'm starting to lose my grip No smile is genuine or real I find myself losing faith in everything and every person that I hold dear I'm in a bad place, who do I trust? I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you? If I don't love myself, how the fuck I'm gonna love you? I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth What does life mean without death? Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness? Would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away? So many things I never had the chance to say When she was here I'll see you when I get there I hope that there's a heaven Even though I know I'll probably burn in Hell I live there It couldn't get much worse I guess Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard So get the fuck out my face I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it Picking up the pieces of a life shattered I never knew my life mattered [Chorus 2X] Tell me where the fuck I went wrong? Took the wrong turn, wrong path What's Wrong With Bill? Inspired by songs to kill Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pillsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Babylon[Intro: Howard Jones] Imagine you were given one hour Exactly sixty minutes and zero seconds to put your entire life And the world around you in total perspective What would you say? What would it sound like? [Choir music (By The Waters of Babylon)] By the waters the waters of Babylon We lay down and wept and wept for Thee Zion We remember we remember we remember Thee Zion [Ill Bill] We've unraveled the Bible code, the rifle explodes Demand attention like a knife in your throat They're controlling the price of your soul Titans of stone, psychic totalitarian Biotelemetric mind control experimentation is various Narcotics made to inflict pain and madness Assassins with multiple personalities Active with full access A backstage pass to cover up spectacular assassinations And arms deals across the axis Another witch hunt, religious radicals with big guns Big plans, invisible cameras built in Japan CIA behaviour control scientists in the cults And formed an alliance of cult leaders, also their clients Tech-savvy hijacker associates board planes To practice, anxiously awaiting their global audience Enter the core, I feel this with ease The ultimate reality series, loaded with cameras, angles, and theories Now hear me [Hook] A golden helmet blinded minds Among ten thousand swords Along the road to Babylon A golden thunder silenced songs Among ten thousand voices On the road to Babylon [Ill Bill] This operation doesn't exist The revolution will be classified Live broadcast from the abyss Our cities are crack spots and cardboard condominiums Vicious and trackmarks cross minds lost in delirium The towers dropped, blind fools, confusion who knew? Now the world watch Saddam's execution on Youtube Propaganda machines wage media Jihad A teen walking to a crowded movie theatre with bombs Reading the Qur'an, silently obedient to God Known by many different names: Hashem, Jesus, and Allah Exploding porn, shadow government protocols Go to war amongst ten thousand voices on the road to Babylon Patriot Act, sanctioned exorcism Iranian and North Korean-built weapon systems Budgets increase to payroll hundreds of creeps Number of the beast, bomb London under the streets The engineer was a popular peer His value compared to having nuclear weapons to shower the air A thin line between power and fear A martyr in tears, goodbye father Now my final hour is here, help me [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Severed Heads of State[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Let's play Dungeons & Dragons on mushrooms and acid Like Ricky Kasso, smoke angel dust and kill these hippie assholes Light the chemicals ablaze, relevance appraised Venomous exchange of terrorist acclaim, inheritance of hate Severed Heads of State in a parade of chanting Satanists Acts of heinousness are sprinkled on our plates like bacon bits Swallow while you raise your fist in protest Your true emotions camouflaged like God It's convenient like Amazon.com And we're all guilty as charged, or just simply involved Often brainwashed by quick money, loose women and cars But maybe that's the way we're meant to be Ignorant mutants for nukes Trapped in a Matrix ruled by shooters in suits I think we're more than that, I'll quarterback Time to clean our house and take our corner back Put a message in the music, this is more than rap Or at the very least, it could be and it should be So I gotta pay it forward cause I learned a lot from Chuck D And Henry Rollins, college was an empty promise for me Music's influence was way more honest to me Or maybe that's just my excuse Because I dropped outta high school at fourteen to pursue music It was all a dream! [Verse 2: EL-P] Live in a still from the worst movie ever's worst scene Antagonists stand proudly in the stench of all their dirt sheen Looks like God and them forgot to take their happy pills again, scream Cause every shisen-eater from your nightmare's getting top cream Mud is the name you been given, shit is for dinner Your average beginner might wanna take a fetal position I feel that! Nothing's promised but static and dirty conscience Or waking up like the dawn is the start of another problem That's real fact! Trust me, the dustedest type of function's you having to sit there Grumbling while dummies run the discussion So I'm a master of the numb it down, drown the voice's choice Every drug invented got attention from me Desperate to avoid the noise And I never learned a fucking thing Except I don't know fucking shit All that I ever had was madness And the luck to get the chance to spit And I'll take that! Cause by my calculations that's as good as any day job Thought I told you that I'm fucked Why you surprised I always stay hard?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Doomsday Was Written in an Alien Bible[Verse 1: ILL Bill] I've seen the seven-headed dragon talking to the eagle The two-headed snake illustrates a caution to the people Electronic fog, alien bibles, crop circles at the sand in Cairo Like Kiss in '76, demanding pyro Human history, 50% catastrophe It's actually the arms race between the facts of anarchy The secret to success is believing that you succeeding Is more than an achievement It's as important as you breathing Sometimes it's one and the same, who's running the game? All we ever say is "they," they know it's fun to complain This shit should cause people to riot and flip The way I think, I've been classified as violent and sick I'm like a time bomb, the CIA designed me to tick Designed me to head over to papi to buy me a brick These mother ships hit our radars in the skies as a blip The entire sky is eclipsed just like the size of my dick [Hook] Are these the Doomsday chronicles the Bible quotes? Or is this similar to shock that suicide provokes? We're all slaves at the auction where our lives are sold Time to free our minds from the shackles and the lies of old Are these the doomsday chronicles the Bible quotes? Or is this similar to shock that suicide provokes? We're all slaves at the auction where our lives are sold Time to free our minds from the shackles and the lies of old [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I leave the face of your society with buck-fifty scars Sour Diesel spliffs from weed jars and flip police cars Put holes the size of grapefruits through riot gear Bloody footprints from Jordan 4's on your floor, we pioneers Take fools to higher tiers, elevate to a higher learning To a talking Bush on the mountain with fires burning Commandments are carved in stone Where lightning bolts the thrown in anger, meant to spark the dome Now frightening results unfold Dragons, eagles, snakes, and aliens captured We keep em caged in various constellations and areas Coded through letters, numbers, and symbols that transmit Pulses and whistles and activate hundreds of missiles Hundreds of killers with multiple pistols While these name brands reverse engineer spacecrafts and make trillions They made the cure for AIDS and ceased production While the poor die and fester in diseased corruption [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Exploding OctopusIntro: [Interviewer] Don’t you think education should make people aware of the danger of the danger of technology instead of making them adapt more easily to any kind of progress and technology? [Interviewee] Absolutely, absolutely, that we can no long allow technology to come roaring down at us. I think we must begin to say no to certain kinds of technology and to begin to say no to technological change. Because we’ve now reach the point that the technology is so powerful that it could destroy us [Verse 1] He was accepted with Harvard at sixteen, child prodigy Math with specializing in complex analysis geometry Earned a PhD in mathematics early Youngest professor ever hired by UC in Berkeley A short-lived position He resigned in '69 with no apology Without an explanation given Social anxiety multiplied silently Disconnected entirely from society Built a cabin, became a survivalist Rejected electricity and modern sciences He cooked his dinner in a fire pit And watched the stars from afar where Orion sits The wilderness where the lions live Primitive like the times of the giant pyramids the Mayans built Then something caused his mind to tilt A course solidified successfully the very first time he killed [Hook] What would you do, how far would you go? If you thought that you can change the world for the greater good How would you know What’s right or wrong? Try to play God Mail a bomb To the CEO or the school or an airline Do you justify murder for peace? Do you believe that technology is the beast? Imagine if your iPhone disappeared That would be weird Could you function in a world without technology Or would you be scared? [Verse 2] Exploding octopus, block buster in the 6 finger hand Booby trap a box to shock the populace with wishful plans Initially ignored "Industrial society and its future" The manifesto of Kaczynski's war Life in seclusion Rivals and bruises Rifles and Uzis Devices with clues designed to confuse the FBI Throw 'em off plans Blowing off hands Blinding people first Soon the results were even worse Became obsessed with teaching society a lesson With home made weapons that reach society’s perception The Washington Post and The Times finally printed his manuscript That was the tipping point that notified his family With suspicion leading to his arrest His brother recognized his writing style and mission of death Ran up in his cabin and discovered undeniable proof of his guilt Sixteen bombs, twenty-three injured and three killed [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 120% Darkside Justice[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Fuck the machine, I’m raging against the broke life I love the cream, my sayings affect the coke price My demons are devils to the things that I don’t like Can I detach myself from 'em I know it’s so trife Murder assault, wild out of control type Worshiping at the altar of Ralph like a Lo Life Dress correct, heavy metal emperor roll tight I’m obsessed with death, Helter Skelter like Sean Price Know the tech kid, the sound of thunder No respectable Boba Fett-like bounty hunter No remorse, mega force records seek and destroy We kill em all, zip up the bag, bring em to the morgue Bring him to the coroner table then cut him up and look inside of him What the fuck would they think if someone lied to them? Sold em the dead dreams, listening to philosophers Going against me? Victory is impossible! [Hook x2] Blood money and death - Darkside Justice Trust nothing except - Darkside Justice Fuck love and respect - Darkside Justice One-twenty percent - Darkside Justice [Verse 2: Jus Allah] My rap’s scary, it escaped from my Blackberry Your rap stays trapped, it’s fake and imaginary My rap full of gats and bad vocabulary My rap has drug tracks and blood capillaries It’s all cemetery, and about mortuaries I ain’t saying anything out of the ordinary Not unusual, it’s the cult itinerary Attending funerals with a dull contemporary Weapons put you in blessings whenever necessary Gun straightened paper better than a secretary With just one shot turn a jock into a Jerry The Glocks that we carry, turn The Rock into a fairy Murder for no reason other than monetary The devil made me do it, it’s involuntary I keep clips and newspaper obituaries Behind a bookcase with a trick dictionary [Hook x2] Blood money and death - Darkside Justice Trust nothing except - Darkside Justice Fuck love and respect - Darkside Justice One-twenty percent - Darkside Justice [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] It’s a perfect murder scene, a perfect murder by the perfect person Brujeria verse perfectly cursing a virgin What’s the faculty of energy perfect exertion Call me majesty, my words are conversed in a serpent Pussy boy left the war, they call it desertion I am dirty, I am opposite in every detergent If it isn't a Grey Goose then it’s certainly Bourbon I write my rhyme in Beirut with a burgundy turban Hard body rap, punch you in the chatter box I would never walk the hallways unless I had a ox That’s the reason why they put me in padded box I would’ve never been a problem if I had my pops I pull a motherfuckers card like a magic shop Mossberg means spin several metal savage shots The heater hit the fucking flesh like the cattle prod My physical body’s the vehicle for wrath of God [Hook x2] Blood money and death - Darkside Justice Trust nothing except - Darkside Justice Fuck love and respect - Darkside Justice One-twenty percent - Darkside JusticeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy This is Who I Am[Intro] I get up, I go to my methadone program to get my meth I drink my meth and I go make some money and go get Whatever I can get high on. That's about it. fucking get high What else is there? [Hook] This is who I am, this is what the world made me I don't give a fuck whether you love me or hate me I'm gonna die like that, forever at war Hated by most, loved by few, respected by all This is who I am, this is what the world made me I don't give a fuck whether you love me or hate me I'm gonna ride like that, forever at war Hated by most, loved by few, respected by all [Verse 1] With everything you gain there's something you lose You best be real clear on that, something you choose Sometimes the most valuable things mean nothing to fools And they don't want it til they see it means something to you But you can't have what's mine, homie, get your own Get the fuck out my face and stay in your lane You ain't nothing like me, kid, we ain't the same Get the fuck off my dick and stay in your lane Old school like Power Play, lounging with Fatal Nas rhyming in the lobby, Rakim in the A-room Before Non Phixion I was up in Chung King With Onyx and Jam Master J puffing the chronic A good dude, rest in peace RIP to big DS as well, I'm a spark the L Thinking about hard it was to come up in the game Over twenty years I love it the same Matter fact even love it more at the end of the day Been wanting to work with Muggs Since Cypress first dropped "Real Estate" Now I'm doing what I want to do, La Coka Nostra I won't stop til I'm on the wanted poster Came a long way from talent shows with Black Moon When Chuck Chillout was the manager for both of our groups This is '92, I'm talking bout fifteen years ago In the "Who Got The Props?" video with Gucci Rope My world, my life's deep, you can't imagine Crystalize torture, hatred in my soul like a cancer Neither can be bought nor sold no matter the ransom And neither truly exists without the other as the answer Mankind so inherently evil We made laws, religion, and jails simply to protect us from ourselves Got too many cases, get arrested for robberies that I didn't do My mugshot's in regular rotation [Hook] This is who I am This is who I amEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chasing The Dragon[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 Stronger than morphine Crazier than crack cocaine Heavier than heroin dancing in your veins Chasing The Dragon Dancing on your grave Lace you with bangers Necro and ILL motherfucking Bill Lace you with madness [Verse 1: Necro] The Satanic Mephisto rap Aristocrat of butchery Malevolent monarch of murder just kicking back Lounging, the four-pound packing scoundrel Gore hound clapping your counsel Wrapping you up, surround your grill with bandages Strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom Mummify you of credence The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy Pessimistic blessed it, react with fear when you see the Maggy Brutality part 1 mentality, arsenic Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff Black Mass Lucifer acid casket, back draft flame rap Hit the crack pipe glass, blast it An alien from another dimension Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 [Verse 2: ILL Bill] A murderous brain, the mind of a surgeon turned insane We swoop down like vultures or birds of prey Burn your veins, like heroin, my words are grey They call me ILL cause I'm sicker than the germs in AIDS Young Vader, if my gun ain't it your mouth, keep it shut, hater Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later Not here, take it elsewhere They'll find your legs and arms in a month They'll find your head next year A masterpiece, cop-killer, blast police Laughing at an NYPD catastrophe Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam I'm selling rap to teens like crack to fiends Only after you lose everything Is when you're free to do anything that you want And I'm a take it in blood I'll feed you a feast of middle fingers and fuck you's Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face, follow through [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 [Verse 3: Necro] You'll catch a belligerent bludgeoning By the metaphysical technician of execution We'll cut your spleen Surgically cutting your brain purposely Nervously, lobotomy, fucking insane circuitry Hip-hop autopsy rap Cadaverous, the maverick of gun popping I'm on a not having it kick Entrepreneur gore rep it Tepic like a septic schizo I'm a sicko technically perfected [Verse 4: ILL Bill] It's type hard trying a blow up in the NYC I won't stop until Jordan's rocking ILL Bills on his feet The first fifteen minutes a Saving Private Ryan How I fire iron Run up on you shooting and start a riot I'm like John Leslie in his prime, emptying nines Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds A powerful weapon My words sharp enough to leave audiences of thousands headless Murder from out the mouth of legends [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy How to Survive the Apocalypse[Sample from the movie Armageddon] [Verse 1: ILL Bill] If the Apocalypse started today Some of us would try to hide And some of us would cry to God and pray It's a dangerous world on a fragile axis Most of us aren't prepared if society ever collapses Major volcanic to earthquake events Tsunamis swallowing cities Drown entire populations to death It could be nuclear, biological or chemical war Or martial law or we could just run out of oil Those with major health issues won't survive Anyone on dialysis or a respirator device will die When the power-grid fails for days, weeks or months or years Think about that possibility with fear Power failure leads to no food or water Leading to collapse of law and order Then massive robberies and slaughters Riots and looting Widespread violence and shootings Gunshot battles Survivors take rifles and Uzis [Hook] I'll show you how to survive the apocalypse I'll show you how to survive the end of the world [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Having guns ain't the key to survival though They're just a piece of a big puzzle Of course it's more about what you know Practical skills are your most valuable tool Don't fall into the same traps that amateurs do Buy your beans, bullets and Band-Aids Cause in the last days, money's worthless What'll matter is what you have to trade So practice raising a vegetable garden After apocalypse you can survive if you're an exceptional farmer Old technology could be your salvation Study how the world survived before modern civilization Gaining water, food, shelter, fuel, communications And build weapons and tools they once used to rule nations Share and watch each others backs Choose your friends wisely Increasing the probability of everyone surviving But most of all build your self reliance Protect your family And make sure always be prepared for violence [Hook] I'll show you how to survive the apocalypse I'll show you how to survive the end of the worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Truth[Verse 1] Ayo, I seen it all From what the truth should be, to what the truth is As we evolve from what we used to be onto some new shit Rewrite the blueprint, with true grit Students of moving bricks and full clips Or otherwise we just threw fists Been breaking bad, ever since before I became a dad, or made in in rap In truth, I still cater to that Root for the villain getting paid in full Spraying the gat on the roof of my building Getting brain, taking it back I was that projects professor A white kid digesting Five Percenter lessons I copped from the brother selling incense Extensively, studied Rakim and all the emcees Eventually discovered I spit rather intensely Now here I am, speaking to everybody that be listening The hardcore hiphop with heart, like nitroglycerin The type of rap you feel in your cardiac That grimy, illmatical boom bap - mathematical goon rap [Hook] Check one-two, one-two [Verse 2] Ayo, I rise and laugh at the lies, analyzing the science of things In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king The path of the divine crash into gunfire and brimstone Adapt to survive - the spilled blood dries when the wind blows Look to the past, see your future staring back at you Holdin' a gat, holdin' you back And bearing ample fruit and opportunity Get in where the fuck you fit in with unity We stand tall - what the fuck could you do to the assault literary? Slaughtercult military - Necronomicon Don Occult visionary Conspiracy host behold secret mystery scrolls Seen black satanic lesbian titties explode Fuck livin' on your knees, I'd rather die on my feet Rise in the street, fistfights with riot police These lines I wrote potent like lines of coke A kaleidoscope of the violent prone That's just me on the beat by Pete Rock n roll [Hook] [Verse 3] The excellence and inspiration of truth, is the pursuit It's like an exercise for the mind Like a nine when it shoots Testify with lies implied beside a mountain of proof Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, many have died for the fruit Organic and natural, harvested from off the vine Of verified indisputable factual and actual The only sure thing in life is death, shooters and bricks Coca pure, sniff white, respect Lucifer's gift Death is only the beginning, heads exploding and spinning Like The Exorcist possession Unholy and grinning Tell 'em Welcome to hell, enter the ceremony of winning Where I'm from sharks fly and the vultures are swimming The truth is gang raped while the world watches it horrorified Compulsively taped with flip cams then watch it tomorrow high Shoot it like Columbine Edit it and upload, then YouTube it online for derelicts and cutthroatsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Canarsie Artie’s Brigade[Ill Bill] You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear I make the devil do the work of God and God do evil I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people Both from New York, New York, so trife they named it twice Only idiots is broke, the hood is paved with ice Paved with gold but never let it rape ya soul Turn the tables on the dough homie take control Fuck not eatin' shot the sheriff, made 'em stop breathin' Anybody that ever fucked with me I got even Wanna be here hardcore homie but you not leavin' Starin' down at yourself prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin' God hates us all, use your brain to decorate the wall Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull A world of pain so hot, Bill burst into flames Psychological, spit it like a person deranged [Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical Just statin' facts hollow tip bullets keep the biscuit full My rap speaks for itself, it's alive It says fuck with me and I'll have to murder you to survive There ain't many like me not too many like me Too many wanna be like me it's not likely Ya packin' a sword and a bat But me I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, aimed at ya queen I don't gotta play this game clean But I'm a play it like I mean business and I'm a utilize my brain to scheme Rap been producin' directin' pimpin' an evil thinkin' clappin' It's gruesome dissections I started rhymin' in 88 like eighth grade in New York state The only emotion I displayed was hate For pigs with gats and kids that rat Fuck a snitch, you can't blame me for an animal like that [Q-Unique] I clash with the mind of a machetero And laugh if you cryin' when I blast the metal March with an army of darkness until ya shotty go shot less With a cock that'll make ya mommy drop topless Write a bible quote with his blood on the wall Another horror flick victim is just, runnin' to fall Now the FBI say that theirs a nut on the crawl It's Q the fuckin' maniac, brought a gun to the brawl Pop the tow truck cop from my automobile Then slide up in the club and party with my portable steel Violence for the violent consumer, keep ya ear to the beat Ya eyes glued to the luger and true to the herd Hopin' to hurt ya fancy life Cuz I paid taxes and vote for the anti Christ Unholy trinity, vacate the whole vicinity Scrappin' dignity and quickly take the hoes virginity [Gortex] Gore’s back, the fourth Zodiac, sharpshooter, top of the pack I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq Y'all know the cults back, the most hated with the sickest flow Control freak handin' out cups like I was Jim Jones Bury the rubble, half y'all live in the bubble Fakin' my own death to forge passports and body doubles Flash to 86, bubble coats toast and sneakers Slay ya wrists, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepers Dead celebrities, real life ain't as dope as the movies Mental funeral the trauma unit since it was juvis Out the hood groupies, coke head thugs and rock cuties Motley Crue sluts love to chew cock and cop boobies Swing the war hammer, see me on tour flyin' the Gor banner The pigs tryin' to catch me out shoppin' I'm so modest The gods are metal so consider the dream Elvis is dead and 2Pac, he livin' in QueensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Overkill[Verse 1] I make ruthless records consecutive Disconnect your wig, wet you in your living room Disrespect your crib, spit fire at you Pop pop, cause your body to ooze Bill, anything I spit's uncle Howie approved There ain't no justice and there ain't no peace These mean streets are like the evil dead eager to feast Soul chasers will leave you diseased, what you get dealing with creeps People sleep until we cause the desert eagles to speak There's no love and no loyalty left Learn ya lesson, the hood shot rich porter to death Only the hood die young, rest in peace to Jam Masta Jay Biggie and Pac, and all the rest who passed away I'm like an animal, trying to survive Striving for a better tomorrow, the world's full of terror and sorrow Tears drop from a little baby boy or girl While the push of a button could destroy the world [Hook X2] It's a overkill, no escaping this we raping this homie It's a overkill, expose to nuclear radiation It's a overkill, push the chromosone chromosplode It's a overkill, peep the overfiend overload [Verse 2] Hit you with the nine shell in your head like Kleinfeld My mind's swelled, I laugh at it like Seinfeld or Larry David Then blast off like Larry Davis We carry bangers and air you out like airplane hangers I rock 5 star general status, projects to Paris At the Hilton sticking foreign objects in Paris I'm very paranoid tell me what they asked you? Splash you Nuke you like fast food, splatter you when I clap tools I keep it simple like grass roots, attack troops Ghetto gorillas in track suits, wet up your whole shit like a bathroom I catch fools slipping and hit 'em with capsules of blow cause cash rules The truth newport carton junkies and street trash, wheat grass Customers cop hundreds of weed bags Yeah I was chosen to kill those who are smoking the krills Sold it to you out the old seville, yo you know the drill [Hook X2] [Verse 3] Go overboard, this is Ill Bill the overlord, go to war I approach you with a trojan horse, entire armies are slaughtered Explosions of gore, soldiers fall, hot enough to cause your bones to dissolve Go through walls, Let the don use it, mix it with orange juice and abuse it Throw your guns in the air and lose it, gangstas and goons with uzis We underhanded money, rubberbanded the son of sam, son of man People too stupid to understand, I'm the host with the most Travel coast to coast, rolling like nostra coke, when I post the toast Leave you wetter than PCP dispose of folks, loced out leave you with holes Your clothes are soaked, you fucking shithead your thought process is idiotic It gets worse blow a hole in your head, leave you retarded, look at you know Stupid fuck see what you started, I won't stop till all of are dearly departed [Hook X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Skull & Guns[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadits Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling UZIs on Ozzy Experts in judo and karate, shooters with shotties Use computers to rob commodities, abuse technology Produce monopolies, Google and Youtube robbery Automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly Starting innocent enough until the militants come Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer Buying black market hummingbird stealth-cameras Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror Walk the seven churches channeling a fiery aura Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing [Hook: Ill Bill] x2 Yo we just talking, conversations with God Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic [Verse 2: Slaine] Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on The message is still reckless, my death-wish is gone My focus is back, I'm sharp and obsession is strong Critics told me that my message was wrong, they wasn’t listening right Poetic prophet with the petulant storm With the testament torn, smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages My records was born from passion and survival rages From people seen passing locked inside of cages Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages As positive as it can be for me It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me? Nah you too chickens are too fishy, smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me? [Hook] [Verse 3: Everlast] I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being Master technician of the superstition Doctor and a scholar, apocalyptic horror Since Genesis I spit Revelations Within infinite patience I United Nations I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow I’m the thirteenth hour, I’m the wisest owl I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl I’m the stolen land, the wisest man I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gangsta Rap[ILL Bill] Ayo, I smoke dust and shoot cops, sold guns to 2Pac Smoked blunts with Biggie Smalls and sold drugs on New Lots I was too young, couldn't get up in clubs back in the old days We used rob and terrorize kids in front of homebase When Funkmaster Flex was inside rocking the whole place We was outside, smacking kids and snatching gold chains Bagging mad pigeons, catching mad digits, bad bitches And when they husbands came around we had to blast biscuits A bunch of bad Brooklyn kids that always had pistols Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues And mad problems, worshipping gangsters and bank robbers Watching Scarface, starting fights at rap concerts Until we realized how to get the real money Steal money, kidnap money, kill money It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you Got the IRS looking at you, wanna fuck you Sniffing so much blow, you don't know if you can trust you Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do Go against the ILL Bill and Non Phixion will crush you Bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers Where my gangstas at? [Sampling/Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black MetalVerse 1] I spit on behalf of my death cult made of millions of morbid angels Standing in a burning church in Norway lost in hatred Of course Satan smiles through the face of a child Whose born with the number of the Devil scraped into his scalp We don’t like none of y’all at all My fuck your mother in the mouth type of dawgs might write this song Triple X bitches call me and invite me home They run up on me on the street in then invite me dome I spit the truth for the youth movement, it’s goon music Engineered to make you bang your motherfucking head to it Learn ships, live fast lives and spit flames then burn bitches with crackpipes like Rick James Ill Bill, I’m from Brooklyn where the stars are born I make drug music plus I be involved in porn I be the chosen like Robby Benson beyond comprehension Holding a toaster like Bronson in Death Wish [Hook x 2] Black metal, I cock back react thorough In la botanica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] I know a babalawo who cuts chicken heads I fuck chicken heads man that Santeria shit is fucking wild I’m feeling like my time running out I’m the middle of the block guns drawn when they gun it down I break speed limits on the highway to Hell They got the Devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail I drink spirits and smoke form for medicine And inhale elements of sickle cell You can catch me in the hood like VD That Sixth Side Street shit homes and we ain’t deal with the PD The most hated on the block with no greatest Crash through the storm and attack the storm raiders I shoot the shit with Shaman, my spirit is still starving Imagine all the shit that my soul famine is causing Knife-carving nine on the psychos at night swarming I fight to be righteous but the murder is more calm [Hook x 2] [Verse 3: Q-Unique] I been forced to fulfill a dark and hateful agarro And was born the son of a Satan santero Burn black candles for a black Sabbath After the fact the priest converted her to a crack addict It’s flat madness with black gats and black magic Sit and watch the death of faces and laugh at it With two white pale goth bitches lost in an orgy And you too could subscribe for the cost of a forty I got the blood of the faceless pagans on me A sacred place praying to raise a Haitians army The Babalawo wolf from Brooklyn in all white White fitted, white Nikes, moving that pure white all night Make a bruha scream chango and fuck their brains out Your ice crucifix won’t save you, tuck your chains now Between heaven and hell pa’ arriba y pa’ abajo Knowing the devil itself vamos pa’l carajo [Hook x 2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Too Young[Chorus: Darp Malone] I found out that I was, too young, not grown I was, not ready for a world so cold I was, not prepared to make it on my own I was, not ready for what life unfolds And it was, too much, too soon I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true I didn't think about what I'm about to do I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true [Verse 1: E-Dot] I was too young, but these my people, so that's okay though I was down for anything, I'd do it if they say so Look how they cookin' it up, I'd sit and watch their cake grow Watching Robbie in the corner, he there snorting yeyo And everybody acting cool like that right there's okay though So I walk over to him, and I'm like yo hey bro What the fuck are you doing? Get away from the table He like, this ain't nothing but a little bit of the yeyo I got it covered plus I make the profit from sales He acting like he hadn't heard not one of them tales The dopest brother, knocked him and they took him to jail There go another, this hustler here was destined to fail Convicted, but the last I heard he tried to appeal And Eric, he gone he wilding, busting his steel off at the popo These are the trial and tribulations of kids trying to act like grown folks [Chorus: Darp Malone] I found out that I was, too young, not grown I was, not ready for a world so cold I was, not prepared to make it on my own I was, not ready for what life unfolds And it was, too much, too soon I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true I didn't think about what I'm about to do I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I was, too young to fall in love like Motley Crue Too young, I pulled a gun and I shot this dude It was over a girl, foolish pride, I was crucified Just another youthful juvenile, doing time Forgive me mama, I never meant for you to cry Went to trial, I was sent to do a two to five Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough And I ain't no punk, here you fix your face or get your face fixed Facelift, predicate cutter, you get you face ripped They'll bust your shit wide open and make you leak You better chill out, before I birthday cake your feet Not a bad guy, I don't wanna catch mad time So I chill with work release in the back of my mind But the guy that I popped wasn't dead He's locked up in here now too and wants revenge I got shanked in my bed! [Chorus: Darp Malone] I found out that I was, too young, not grown I was, not ready for a world so cold I was, not prepared to make it on my own I was, not ready for what life unfolds And it was, too much, too soon I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true I didn't think about what I'm about to do I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true [Verse 3: Slaine] I was too young to say no, too young to yell nope Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class My father always used to beat on me and bust my ass repeatedly I couldn't wait to get a change of scenery I never had a dream: nobody believed in me These mean streets are the only thing I've seen defeat I'm sixteen being free, chewing vics and percs Caught a OC habit quick, and my life got worse Cause now I'm sick unless I get a pill, so my head is filled With deep schemes, my tolerance: I let it build But when street dreams and quick cash is difficult You find you get the same high cheap from sniffing dope Now I'm shooting with the neighborhood people Nobody could save me from evil, I'm a slave to the needle I'm too young! [Chorus: Darp Malone] I found out that I was, too young, not grown I was, not ready for a world so cold I was, not prepared to make it on my own I was, not ready for what life unfolds And it was, too much, too soon I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true I didn't think about what I'm about to do I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be true I found out that I was, too young, not grown I was, not ready for a world so cold I was, not prepared to make it on my own I was, not ready for what life unfolds And it was, too much, too soon I couldn't tell if what I felt was false or true I didn't think about what I'm about to do I'm on some, this couldn't be real this can't be trueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Trust Nobody[Verse 1: ILL Bill] The motherfucking Cult Leader is back The Hour of Reprisal is here Billy Idol put the nine to your ear The all-time grimiest, I'm the nuclear truth I let black market plutonium loose in the booth My beats kick you dead in your face, loosen your tooth I'll be creeping up on you like a deuce-deuce in a boot Trust nobody, homeboys will change on you Stab you in the back, pull the twelve gauge on you I've been involved in epic battles and holy wars No remorse, quiet money, private benjamins like Goldie Hawn Most religions sleep underneath a soldier's corpse Chopped them in half, used them a source of warmth Seven eyes, seven horns, secret wars Jesus walks across troubled water bleeding from his palms His feet, eyes, ears, nose, his crown, his mouth Eventually stopped talking when they cut his tongue out [Hook: ILL Bill] x2 Trust nobody, no way, no how, never Trust nobody, no shit, homie, don't you ever Trust nobody, no way, no how, never Trust nobody, trust nobody [Verse 2: ILL Bill] The person you least expected to cut your throat Will be the first creep directing a gun at your dome I've seen brother kill brother for the love of the dollar They turned snakes on each other like my mother and father I beat everything, every angle, every agenda Many pretenders attempt to enter my presence And test the intelligence level Remove the head of the devil I don't even trust God, I think I'm going to hell It's a cold world, I don't trust religion I don't trust the police nor the justice system I don't like doctors, lawyers, or politicians I don't like liars, it was deception that ruined Non Phixion I pray for peace but always stay prepared for war Destroy you if you push me up against the wall I seen it all, everyone of y'all love to conduct schemes Trust nobody, homie, don't even trust me [Hook: ILL Bill] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Kill Devil Hills[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus The two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree Hebrew I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah And the CIA-funded Guatemalan terror squads The Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the product And the media’s the salesperson hustling consumers Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings A thousand ways to get the century popping When mobs of people storm the neighbourhood banks Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks Confined to evil, rides are regal Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their cerebral One got away, created an empire made of fire Now he crying that the CIA made him wear a wire Now he getting waterboarded up with some pliers Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie [Hook] Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you [Verse 2: B-Real] So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder? I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm They don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high on Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot Keeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or not Open your mind with the venomous rhyme, a rare skill Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square deal You see me grinning, your head is spinning The symbolism is just like prison, I’m trying to free you from your condition I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone I’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a Shriner Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team I’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m the deer hunter The dirtbag to the underage beer runner I like cold and snow, never revere summer If God is a woman then I never hear from her I’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber I’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunder I’m taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy World Premier[Intro] "And among the things we must practice is this" "Well then you just sit back and listen because I have a story for you!" [Verse 1: ILL Bill] It was a commercial on the DNA & Hank Love show If you was there you know about the Little Rascal Studio In Jamaica Queens, hot to death, dude was a clown But back then it was probably the cheapest studio in town I went from watching Video Music Box with Ralph McDaniels To rocking 30,000 people surrounded by cameras First rhyme in '82, first band '87 First time we played as crew I doubt it was very impressive But we kept on practicing and we got better with time Practice makes everything perfect, I'm in my veteran prime And it's bigger than hip-hop or being clever with rhymes Cause I actually feed my seed with these endeavors of mine And it's taken me around the world several times, it's crazy What hard work and being focused can achieve is amazing My uncle's favorite group was Gang Starr,I wish he was here Rest in peace to Howie and Guru, but salute to Premier This is The Grimy Awards When it's time to record I attack the beat breaks like a viking with his sword So throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air Like you ain't care and make some noise for DJ Premier [Hook] x2 Say Premo! (Premo!) "It's ILL Bill" "Is a world premier" "World" "Premier" [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I remember dreaming about working with Extra P and Pete Rock Put my mind to it and now they blessing me with heat rocks Same thing with Muggs, same thing with Premo and The Beatnuts My dream team injected in your bloodstream, you bleed drugs Done four with Preme but this one's gots to be my favorite Been a fan before Mass Appeal or Daily Operation Since before they dropped Just To Get A Rep I've been a fan of Gang Starr ever since Words I Manifest And what's my favorite Primo joint of all time? It's either Kick In The Door or New York State Of Mind Or Ten Crack Commandments or Take It Personal Too many bangers to choose from, he's too versatile The Future Is Now joint, Rock Stars, unforgettable The way he flipped Above The Clouds on the hook was incredible Society Is Brainwashed, Mind Your Business This is a World Premier, and I designed the lyrics This is The Grimy Awards When it's time to record I attack the beat breaks like a viking with his sword So throw your motherfucking hands up in the air Like you don't care and make some noise for DJ Premier [Hook] x2 Say Premo! (Premo!) "It's ILL Bill" "Is a world premier" "World" "Premier" [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Swordfish[Verse 1] Killing snakes that side-wind Tripping on Jakes and drive-bys Walk around high, sniff an entire eighth in five lines Fire nines at you five times I'll rise from the grave seven days after I died and spit flames Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes Spit Molotovs at pop-stars and explode bombs under cop cars Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas and laser rifles They CIA, they take they names from the Bible Jesus specialized in chemical weapons and bio-robotics Met him in Cairo, he was chilling with this guy Mohammed Ex-PLO Honcho that went AWOL He sell black market organs at the CIA store They introduced me to they bro Moses Pulled out an eight-ball of that Grade-A shit, and froze noses Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic They was after me, they was asking mad questions Jesus told me he suspects that they were hired by the Russians I always thought that they was cousins Who gives a fuck? Fuck them faggots! When I see them I'mma buck them! [Hook] X2 It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists [Verse 2] Blowing up buildings like Tyler Durden My mind's perverted Eight women orgies, these congressmens' wives are dirty Extroverted like Wild Wild West strippers And death lifts us to higher levels I hire devils to kill other devils The funds expensive, never-ending troubles Shoot-outs because of my Uncle, forever bubble Bombed the airport, jetted in the cherry-red Porsche Catching head from this whore, that I met at the store Jesus had the Lamborghini and that bitch from Tahiti That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some Martini A disturbed past; involved in all types of terrorism I know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions Tera Patrick and Adriana Sage Undercover FBI agents that look great and give fantastic brain Adriana gave me a platinum chain A mercenary in this savage game I skyjacked the plane! [Hook X2] It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists [Verse 3] Assassins get fazed, thrown in stealth planes Exploding death pays, it's gangsta Y'all fucking faggots know the next phase You'll get your dome X-rayed Kidnap you like Los Pepes The chrome TEC spray, you get pussy, I own sex slaves It's God's will, fuck with me you get shot and killed Chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville Globe-trot, smoke pot, with bitches that so hot They go to the Grammy's wearing a see-through dress and no bra No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole family Cyanide, now or later she choking on candy I choreographed the goriest massacres Missouri to Africa No story is graphic-er! [Hook X2] It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terroristsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m a Goon[Verse 1] I hold my pistol like the bible Turn the page to a verse of vengeance Volcanoes of violence erupt in the words of each sentence Here's a toast to the death of my enemies My energy similar to the devil's chi My treachery stretch for centuries Menacing venomously Make you hemmorage tremendously My five senses suspended in weed and Hennessy You bleed endlessly My greed gets me everything, pussy, cars, anything The means to fulfill any dream I'm a fiend for the better things La Coka Nostra, my team be veterans Uncle Howie get the cream, who's better bitch? Forever rich, lock me up and throw away the key, I'll still never snitch I'm a goon [Hook] (Wild style goons in the room) I'm a goon with a golden six-shooter and a mullet I'm a goon We the ones that they write movies about (Uncle Howie goons take over) [Verse 2] I make the mosh pit spin like the Anthrax "Indians" video Here we go a cross between Slipknot and Willie Bobo So dope I cause relapses and overdoses Explosive like stone tablets in the hands of Moses The most focused on global implosion Bill burn the truth into your eyes leaving both of them smoking Smile for the barrel, swallow the magnum Laughing in your face while the back of your head is vomiting fragments You can't kill Bill, that was a movie, you can't move me Withstand the maximum impact of Uzis or AK-47s I'm already dead, it's ILL BILL the 2011 Melle Mel Motherfucker what's really real? Really ill? Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel yo we really will Through windshields, windpipes and car seats You die on the belt parkway next to Canarsie [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm a goon in a world of atheists and religious fanatics Pimps, whores, drug dealers, drug addicts Rock stars, rappers, actors and other characters Starfuckers and cocksuckers and million dollar savages Negotiate with blowtorches to faces Vacation, the golden nugget, made a fortune in Vegas I'm the greatest, perfect methods of execution painless, popped in the ear of the stainless Leave even geniuses brainless Leave the general population shocked and horrified Fucking with me you might as well have been born to die My values are loyalty, truth, respect, and honor My family's royalty, my life is an endless drama My art is death and I'm about to paint masterpieces Catastrophes, shattered dreams, amputees Forgiveness is between you and god I just arrange the meeting I just arrange the firing squad, arrange the bleeding, I'm a goon [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cult Assassin[Ill Bill] There's a fixed rate of pay per murder & the assassin Is a expert so you know that he stay with the burner From buying Glocks to LSD psych ops Amen Ra Masonic Lodge To the private blog of Adam Weishaupt Public enemy caught in the shooter's lobby The real life Luca Brasi, so fuck you and the Illuminazi Spray with the milf The cradle of filth A.38, some cocaine and some pills, stay chill Supergroupies wanna get raped & scraped in the grill Duct taped & filmed, I cut to the chase & I drill This that murderworld animal funk, a brand you can trust Like Phil Knight, listen how it bang in the trunk [Hook]x2 The darkness that surround us can't hurt us It's the darkness in the heart of our souls That turn us into murderers Even though we gutter We still gotta reach for the stars Peace to the gods Now speak to the kronze [Ill Bill] They say that doomsday was written in an alien bible In algebraic code Signalling a day of reprisal Now pay the toll Homemade weapons, razors crazy glued to toothbrushes Two suspects, no arrests, Koolaid smiles & hold grudges Excited deathsquads, Knights of Templar The lightest kevlar, the finest champagne, write your memoirs They tried to extradite him for running guns So he faked his own death & had plastic surgery in Colombia The last of the cast iron, blast fire, anti Accidental billionaire amongst the vampires Protest is not disturbing the peace There's no peace to disturb in a war Murder galore, secret police Plain clothes, F.B.I. earpiece Work the crowd with sunglasses on Beach hat, banana clip at the bar The AK under the dinner table We innovative So we'll survive after everything else has disintegrated [Hook]x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Legend Has It[Verse 1] A drug deal gone bad, dead drug dealers, dead D.T.’s A duffel bag of yayo, at least seven keys Pool party, shoot-out veteran, call me Jim Shooter Horse Cock, Lefty Two Guns with twin Rugers Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party Canarsie artie, rep the hood, The rap John Tardy with nines on me Tell me who you be or you be gone We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks Fuck up your life like teen moms One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork Use the HK to speak when I talk the talk Walk quietly and pop with the MP-7 Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven Split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced Me and my peoples be the real life gangs of New York I’m so sick with it, I spit it like cannibal corpse We be causing a moshpit like Cro-Mags at L'Amours So who you think this is? Ill Bill, ride and I’m gone Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start Terrorize you like freedom fighters Exploding on the streets of Islamabad Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable Bullet-proof, torture you to death, punish you Connect heart, react like Colombian death squad Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by [Hook x 2] Legend has it that before I war I worship Satan Drink human blood and have orgies amongst Masons Amongst the faces of presidents that crush nations Stuff a nun, sacred slut, draped in lust and hatred [Verse 2] I put the biscuit in your mouth, spit it like System Of A Down Get your weight up, I’m throwing pistols at the crowd Now a powerbroker Non fiction, the future is now over Prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers Tell horror stories, Medal of Honour for war ceremonies Transport drugs like heavy metal roadies While they transmit their bullshit through television cameras Super powers throwing their gang signs like gang bangers Fuck CNN, fuck Meet the Press, fuck Al Jazeera Fuck all of y’all, I won’t be brainwashed by the media Speak it how I live it, powerful lyrics Leave an entire crowd in hysterics Popping the four pound when you hear it I been the worst thing since the CIA trained Bin Laden The kids ride when I pop off, Crooklyn to Compton I be the crypt keeper, the Grim Reaper, I spit ether Guaranteed fatalities, leaving your wig leaking [Hook x 2] [Verse 3] When I die I pray to God that I arrive in Heaven At least an hour before the Devil know that I’m dead It’s gonna take more than a single bullet hole to my head You’re gonna have to nuke the whole Brooklyn borough instead I trust nobody, question everything, I’m the king Turn the weak into wolves and the wolves into sheep Teach you how to kill police then dispose of the heat My foes throw themselves off of buildings in the throes of defeat I’m like the Moses of this whole shit I got bitches that sell blow, blow dick, and suck their own tits Choking on weed smoke, we squeeze toast My enemies scream, “No, please don’t!” Get your whole team soaked We coked out like Chris Farley the day he died Survive and your life don’t mean shit if you ain’t even really alive I walk off backwards with my nines in your faces While you watch me brainwash your entire generation [Hook x 2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Alien Workshop[Intro] The startling footage we're about to show you was photographed by a 42 year old, Romero Valadares This video was taken yesterday afternoon at his son's seventh birthday in the city of Passo Fundo, Brazil It was sent to the local news bureau there and Sent to us via satellite just a few minutes ago All initial opinions are, this is genuine What you're about to see, may disturb you [Verse: ILL Bill] Murder forensicles surrounded by alternative tentacles Extraterrestrials step out of starships in pressure suits Claiming humans were created inside of test tubes Horrifyingly huge eye sockets resemble head wounds Covered in protoplasm, jelly-like substance Looking like Goldblum in The Fly but more dusted Don't trust them, reptilian tongue They come in peace is what they claim When their true intentions are to have the world in chains Enslaved, they came from beyond the stars, unexplainable Religious people thought their coming was a sign from God They thought these were the Elohim When the first mothership arrived over the planet It was a creepy scene A huge hovering metal structure stretching For over five miles every direction, blocking perception Every news channel, 24-hour coverage, stopping commercials Doctors, experts, UFOs, crop circles Arguing generals in closed-door meetings Religious cults claiming to know the meaning of these beings Many of these cults claimed to have been abducted, poked, prodded And fist fucked and caught in the tractor beam and lifted up Into the lab, strapped to a table, made to endure a series of tests Pushing beyond the limits of stress Waking up in a cornfield naked, barely alive Every inch of your body's in pain, you barely survived Millenniums ago, star maps were drawn in sand The meaning of the pyramids has long tortured man Pharaohs and Hebrews, Mayans and Aztecs Mathematically perfect architects the many Gods have blessed Hieroglyphics become the blueprint of primal physics Pyramids buried kings, queens, tribal clerics Radar signals from space bouncing off burnt rock Responsible for the travelling Alien WorkshopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Unstoppable[Verse 1: ILL Bill] I put the motherfucking gangsta in the game Destroy you like cancer of the brain I can't be stopped I'm faster than the plane that crashed into the Trade Center Brain-bender, pain enter your nervous system And make you wanna turn the other way Stick yo fucking head in the dirt, don't even look in my direction You define trash, I personify perfection High-beaming on the highway driving benzes Crime scene looking like a homicide convention You walk around with a dick in your mouth Don't ever let the Kid Joe take a shit in your house Trust my judgement, I make bitches lie to their husbands At my crib on the cell phone crying they love them Nobody's fault, it's all good as long as nobody's caught Jealousy put bodies in morgues Hungry for money and coke, put hotties in porn Won't stop till I put Uncle Howie in Forbes No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I've had my ups and downs, dealt with cunts and clowns Major label deals, I've been fucked around Spent years money dangling in front of my face Instead of blowing the spot, Bill was running in place Paid mad dues, shows, made hundreds of tapes Sold drugs, studio time, my gun in your face Look at me now, Non-Phixion running the game Kings of the underground and we loving it man Yea I'll punch you in your face when I'm out on tour When we was with The Beatnuts, I could count about four Different occasions I had to lace a kid, cold duffed em One dude bought me a drink after I snuffed em Promoters talk out the side of they mouth Till they spitting they own teeth out the side of they mouth Even the bouncers was scared of us, calling for peace While the fagget that got his head cracked, called the police Ill Bill be the mother fuckinf future, it's easy to tell Fuck with me, I'm a see you in Hell The Unfuckwittable achieve the impossible 'cause there ain't no stopping the unstoppable No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now [Verse 3: ILL Bill] I found your lack of faith disturbing, now my acquisitions and mergers Streets are your executions and murders, these goons are worshipped Like mythological Gods beating impossible odds Comparable in the hood to killing thousands of cops Pass the good and the bad, take it straight to the ugly Made in New York, it spread now we raping the country Stay with the vest, triple X, pistols and sex Money and murderers connect, equals instant success Ripple effect, we invest, legitimate businessmen Court rooms to ball rooms expanding the business plan Listen, man, I'm old fashioned Fuck taking a "no" for an answer Kidnap the family and hold em for ransom We getting dough y'all, it's the jump off Either you get with us or fuck off An unstoppable force on a rough course We success, fuck with me you fucking wit the best Fuck who's on top, cause I'm a lot hungrier than them No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, can't stop me nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Trouble Shooters[Ill Bill] We them trouble shooters in bubblegooses, hit you with double Rugers Son we ruthless, guns and goon flicks, we run this goon shit Slit your throat and fuck you with pool sticks, too sick Super gruesome, intrusive and abusive, shoot you with uzis Ill Bill, cult leader, a/k/a the ultimate assassin Show you how to turn a broken cell phone into a ratchet Veterans of stone, venomous and cold Terrorists with messengers of chrome, settlements explode Apocalyptic face off, Babel to Bilderberg, witch's curse Pistols burst, incestuous sisters flirt Seduce you in Lucifer's church, crucify you, kiss the dirt Information is power, now put that shit to work; let the light be revealed From the Triple Stage Darkness to the Seven Seals Ebbets Field, forever real, rebels kill Devil's fill your glass with forbidden fruit Hidden truth Vikings drink blood, gangsters drink gin and juice I'm surrounded by preachers of porn, creatures of war, leaches and whores Billionaires with features in Forbes, the creeps and the crawls Reaching across to touch my enemies with a sword Put them in they place, represent the deceased with a corpse With a silver dollar left behind to lay on his eyes For the boatman at the river Styx to pay for his ride Saudi businessmen fund terror from their American summer homes While W lay nude in a coffin for Skull and Bones Undertones never dumb though, he played the villain Dumber people think you are The more surprised they are when you kill them [Sick Jacken] A never-ending war descending us all, epitome of enemy brawls Send you to Hell and through heavenly doors Lebanese arms to sever the devil, heavenly cause The deadly spar, immortalized in felony bars The melody's dark cause of the death metal he brought And caused by total meth bark, of seventeen blunts Yeah the streets got a, lot of heart and soul and the Sicksider Make the block hotter than Hell fuckin with my mind It's not a game, the Sick and Infamous is born insane You do it wrong and they respond with pain Heroin vein, the pigs stink they're all the same Homeland terror got named, the federal came So it's troubleshoot, reprogram cannons to damage jaws Banned hammers from shooting bandanas and camouflage We killed the man for status, or dead president mathematics And now we shake the fans tryin to get at it [Sean Price] I was a small crack packin' to the wall jack macking All swollen on parole, now I'm back black rapping Soon as I came home I went to my man crib He give me a quarter brick - get it how you live Momma I want to sing, momma I got to sling Delaware trips made a nigga feel like a king Bling bling, karats on my neck, nah Carrots in the cup after doing ten sets Been fresh since Brandy was fuckin' with Ronday And brown Macy bags used to cover the Con-way Matter fact when Willis was fuckin' with Charlene I wrote my first rhyme and since then every bar's mean Sean Price, the best rapper in New York And plus 49 states, nigga my rhyme great Primate, Sean Don Cornelius It's maximum stupidity, par mall silliest My gift of gab is a gift from God I will, get you stabbed and get you robbed P~! [O.C.] On wrong, four-four long Sean Price didn't give it as a gift on some Brooklyn shit Cracked the box with Gemstar then tossed the ox Slip on my Nike Shox, snatch a Guinness from icebox Michael Jai White, felony spawn, hell if I'm gone Fuck atonement for my sins, enemies I'm comin for 'em On the run like Lucas, preventin niggas from reproducin Heirs to thrones so I cut short your feature "Soliloquies of Chaos," trouble shooters what they are Bill sends you commission for facilitatin the seance My mans Sick guardin corridor two These +Game of Death+ levels does not include Bruce One thing fo' sho' is a foot in the chest Like Abdul Jabbar, black shades, arms crossed So goes the process of elimination Bound, gagged, and wired up for detonation {*explosion, glass shattering*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pain Gang[Intro] You been to jail before? Me? Of course I’ve been to jail. They don’t even want me in jail no more, I’m too old now. They want guys like you [Hook: Ill Bill] Bloods and Crips, the Ñietas, Latin Kings, Disciples, and Vice Lords All crews that bang Vatos Locos, Four Corner Hustler thing, the Mexican Mafia All crews that bang Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD All crews that bang Non Phixion, Cypress Hill, House of Pain, La Coka Nostra All crews that bang [Verse 1: B-Real] From Don Corleone or to Tony Montana Whatever you are, homie, bikers or bandanas Riders who cock hammers and soldiers who roll deep I’m a child of the night, homie I don’t sleep My crew, we slow creep while you’re counting your sheep We bang on anybody stepping up they bleed in the street Maybe you got what it takes to lead a team of cutthroats Maybe you hang around with a crew of fuckholes Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers Never held a heater til you had someone take your picture Looking invincible with it, you did it for glory Some did it for real and others they tell stories But the collective we have here’s respected Making you an offer you should never reject it You roll with the bowl over, baby the math is simple It’s pop pop pop in your temple [Hook] [Verse 2: Everlast] IRA scheming, PLO dreaming, Celtic heathen, peckerwood demon Kicking and screaming through the depths of hell Bareback riding on a jezebel The hammer’s cocked, you get shot by the shell I burnt an angel’s wings then sang while he fell There’s a party in hell, there’s a war in heaven The whole world been shook since 9/11 With Muslim extremists and Zionists Trying to rule the world with an iron fist While the junkies and the dealers are doing the bids Uncle Howie say it’s time for revolution, kids Don’t spill your blood on foreign land Come outside on the block with your gun in your hand If you’re mad as fuck and won’t take it no more Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Hook] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don’t die, we multiply This song was not made to glorify gang culture Nor to explore the lives of soldiers or street villains Ghetto superstars, political heroes Compton G’s to Brooklyn Deniros Raised from children to killers, prisoners to peace prize winners Was Nelson Mandela a terrorist? Let’s consider the truth: The biggest gang in the world is the police Our tax dollars pay for no justice and no peace An empty crack vials crushed by ten year old feet On their way to school past the meth heads and dope fiends Anatomy of a true banger, I ain’t shit without my homeboys Fuck with my set, you get your goons strangled I won’t be convicted like Jimmy Coonan And you're not a gangster, who the fuck you think you fooling? My ruthless brilliance soon to produce me millions Billy Idol homeboy, peace to Tookie Williams [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy How to Kill a Cop[Intro: ILL Bill] Awwwwwwwwwwwwww shit! Eat it out, eat it out, no doubt, no doubt Check it out, yo The year 2000 begins a new age for the cop killers Know what I'm saying? The saga of the ILL Bill continues The flavor's Non Phixion y'all Get with it, check it out, check it out [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Check out this new ILL Bill gimmick that's splendid Since you're down with other shit let's see if you're down with this It's about strictly trying to kill a cop Once you get the hang of it After you blast one, you steal his Glock First of all you need a fat bag of dust plus the biscuit Any local store sells the shit, friend Purchase a milli, not that bitch Millie Jackson, silly stunt I'm talking about the nine millimeter gun Pick up the gat and scratch the serial numbers off No fingerprints, surgical ones are my gloves of choice All of these other cop killers be thinking guns are toys And when these cats get caught, they snitch on all they boys I kill a cop on a solo mission, without a pair of gloves Shot him in the face with a stolen biscuit Then wiped my fingerprints off real careful If you don't think you ready yet dog, just let the song prepare you That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*) Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what That's how you kill a cop - Peace to Necro! That's how you kill a cop - Peace to Necro! That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 4X*) Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up [Verse 2: ILL Bill] The second paragraph might make you laugh When a cat try to kill a cop and catch a plunger in the ass That's when you know you got to take the gun from him Cause you bout to get snubbed next, and you hyped up So fucking running! And now the real fun begins, son You kill these ten cops, the best part, you walk away with ten guns Now you the one that's taking gats from pigs Imagine one gang, consisting of the Bloods, Crips and Latin Kings That's when you start to realize what the police is Government funded gang-bangin thugs, that's what beast is They say I'm evil, I'm the most righteous Run up in precincts with assault rifles, kill police and throw Bibles Walked out the precinct leaving no survivors Half his decapitated wig splattered across the precinct driveway The watts was stuffed up his body, jerk and gyrate Shoot him ten more times, then I merc off on the highway That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*) Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*) Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Last but not least, ILL Bill like to say peace To all the cop killers, from the Tri-State to the Middle East And gimme some dust when I kick the bucket Pistol or no pistol, when high I'm the wrong to be fucked with So everybody put they gun up in the air Cock it back and lick a shot like you just don't care So pump up the volume, screaming out "Fuck cops!" I'm out, peace to my pops, I'm off to the dust spots Yeah, ILL Bill's in the house Yeah, Goretex in the house Yo, peace to my motherfucking fam Non Phixion Yo, I'm out Yo Necro, turn that shit off, man TURN THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Reign in Blood(Ill Bill) I’m the creep in the mask, I snatched the disease from the lab I chop my enemies in half with guillotines and laugh I speak the language of anguish, popping off your top and splattering faggots A fucking bloodbath of madness When I’m mad I throw tantrums with automatics ?? ?? bitches and torture attics Worse than any thought you could imagine Kidnapped an entire school of bible kids The ransom is a stolen stash of black market software and microchips I’ve learned to rob banks with laptops, from the home of the have-nots Where soldiers will drink your blood like tampons We blood thirstier than vampires Blasting the reverend head to toe Spit the chrome until my hand's tired Chorus (Ill Bill) X2: Reign In Blood, from a lacerated sky Blastin guns and knives a hatred that you're fascinated by Yo Its raining blood from a lacerated sky Stab you in the eye fuck with me you guaranteed to die (Necro) I'm a robotic murderer with a computer in his spine My creator has programmed me to kill you with a rhyme Exterminate execute mangle and slaughter Stab bludgeon rip to pieces that's my orders Nothin human on earth could stop me A tank blasting at my chest or my brain couldn't drop me Adamantium armor wires and chips Electricity running through my system makes me flip My data base is filled with hate Images of serial killers downloaded into my brain by tape Berkowitz, Manson, Dahmer, Rifken Gacy and Bundy I transform in an instant To kill everything that lives I got m16's attached to my metallic ribs And I'm blasting all you government officials Til your dead tissue its raining blood kid I'll kill you (Chorus X2) (Ill Bill) Strife and death to all, loc’d the fuck out like Mike Concepcion I be drinking rubbing alcohol after the Henny gone The morbid priest slaughter sheep with swords that speak New York streets are like a maze with walls that bleed Screaming like there was a crack addicted newborn seed Whose crackhead mother just died during delivery The devils appearing bio engineering Bio tech its godzilla versus god at the roman colliseum Starting to peek want me in your apartment with freaks While this bitch givin you brains peep the mark of the beast From Canarsie to the East we be sparking the heat A bunch of undead zombies and we starving to eat Two thousand and seven lazer weapons carve into meat Pulling up in front of your crib with a car full of creeps Who gives a fuck if a cop is telling me to stop or to freeze? I told them how to kill a cop so they shot the police (Necro) Yo my Glock will fire at your crotch I'll rip off your cock with pliers And strangle it with copper wire Then stomp it you bleed to death Your dead body starts to stink like armpits when I murder I feel pompous You'll get your ligaments drilled Battling me is like a conflict with a convict my ignorance kills When I go nuts bullets enter you like cinnamon fills Entenmann's donuts they're delicious with milk Your face is suspicious with guilt you'll be viciously killed And your family's faces get slit and stitched like a quilt You'll be rocking stilts like a gimp just like Larry Flint Crippled with an electrical chair to be carried in Depressed like Rob Steiger the tiger Corroded like the vagina of a biker I don't like ya Disgusting like being forced to tongue kiss An old slut with no cold cuts covered in fungus (Chorus X2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Soldiers of Fortune[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I see past everyone else, my name is Billy Idol and my influence is heavily felt Do it myself, my DNA inflict your slaughter like Tony ? talks shit to his daughter As I approach the hour of reprisal In a black truck, black moon, black guns, black metal, black sun Two minutes until midnight, we amped up Homie, stand up, leave the competition blammed up Walk quietly and carry a humongous biscuit I’m that guy that smacked your moms and fucked your sister I care less whether you love Buddha or Jesus Not even Mohammed could stop these bullets from freezing Your blood ice cold in your arms and legs Lie in a lifeless pose plus you’re missing part of your head I often thought if I could travel through time, what I would do Often I drift between breaths of ganja fumes Seeing mayhem unfold in the yards of schools Seeing Satan on the chrome screaming God’s a fool Peep the angel of death creeping on you dudes You’re confusing my customers, man, you’re not the truth [Verse 2: Slaine] We walk close to the edge and we don’t care what the limit is This is business, we the new Cohens and Simmonses The bad seed you cats are growing your images You don’t know any lyricists, you only know what a gimmick is I know about parents’ dreams, I know where The Dimock is I know about guns, drugs, I know the whole city, kid I know what an idiot is, where he lives with his bitch and his kid For the ditch that he digged was dug I know about hate, I know there’s no love I know about the stress from an AIDS test, I fuck with no glove Tattoos from a dirty needle spelling my alias Ask about me in the Bean and they’ll tell you how real he is I’m the monsoon goon, pistol packing with coke Packaging ropes, bringing blades to the back of your throat Every record that I made is like a package of dope So take a sniff of fury, homie, take a whack of the hope [Verse 3: Everlast] Call me Mr. White, call me Whitey Furrah Play me out, call me Devil and I’ll send you to God You pretend to be hard, yo I bring the Jihad I make war on the man that makes war on the D Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim, caporegime, captain of the team I know I’m uncivilized, I know I’m unclean I know I get high, I know I’m sick, I’m obscene Subliminal hymning, original sinning Purple drinks swimming, chasing young loose women There’s flames for the coward, praise for the martyr I’m older, I’m wiser, I’m James fucking Carter In the meanwhile you’re going out like Reagan If your girl goes wild, sacrifice that pagan ‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it’s CokaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy L’Amour East[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] E-Train, last car, ten deep, left em dripping Blacking out, catching wreck, fly tags, peace to Griffen Sneakers was Scottie Pippen, denim was probably Guess I’ve been Laurenovich since then, rocking my Snow Beach vest Dolo fresh ox on, Polo Bear socks on Freak dancing in the backstreet with our Glocks on Hard rocks, hammers and heaters, they kept the blocks warm Daily objective; being gone before the cops swarm Holding TECs, never sex, we was not porn Streets made us then they raised us, we are not born Gang shit was on the rise, but most my clique was neutral Don't get it fucked up nigga, why? Most my clique will shoot you Without beads or a bandana Bullets will make your face blurry like a bad camera Peace to Queens nigga, home of that fly shit Cop killer central, you die quick, what up though? [Hook: ILL Bill] Latin Quarter to L’Amour East, we all beasts From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps CBGB's to L’Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef [Verse 2: Q-Unique] I took the 6 train to the Bronx for infinity lessons With the rise of the crack rock had the vicinity stressing My Zulu medallion over whatever we was wearing In the late '80s, we wasn’t born wild, we was made crazy That movie 'Beat Street' was so misleading ‘Cause some of the breakers I knew were stick-up kids That leave you cold and bleeding It wasn’t a happier time, New York was a fucking mess Little yellow envelope stuffed with skunk and cess Then I’m in the back of the B-Train with a four finger ring And a gold rope, didn’t look like a rapper I looked like somebody that sold dope And maybe I did, cause back home was no hope But maybe because Rakim said he was no joke And I wanted to be just like the God Excelling my skill level, plus life was hard Dog, it was more realer back then, you would either deal or rap The industry snatched from Brooklyn, I steal it back [Hook: ILL Bill] x 2 [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Double L-Train Canarsie, fit tags, drippy markers Albee Square, Coliseum, fifty deep in Kings Plaza Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers, rap singers Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether While the war planes scatter nukes, cross-played splatter goons Sauteed magic shrooms, more strange antics soon Blasting "Paid In Full," Dog Day Afternoon Had to pay my dues, fought James after school I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video Next to the Arch Diner, Joey Haskell was with me too That was before the gunplay and Dapper Dan jackets Bootleg Timberland leathers and automatic ratchets Before Artie Artelino blew his face off Playing Russian Roulette after he vacuumed up a 8-ball From childhood to manhood in Kings County From my hood to yours, we represent it proudly Represent New York, represent Rowdy Represent my whole crew, represent Howie [Hook: ILL Bill] x 2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What’s My Drug?Fuck a fight, I'll bite off half your ear Travel through the air like a deadly virus and strangle half the year Paralyze the planet while Illuminazi quietly carry out their plan to enslave us despite the panic Up the ante, triple down, get your pistols out Trump-faced Baphomet rockin' Hitler's crown Conehead hoodie champion sound Bulletproof shooters cruise through with adamantium frowns Sugar-free watermelon jello ketosis, we focused Three toasters underneath thе sofa plus the heat I'm holdin' Young Baloff, get your fucking skull sprayеd off Then I skate off. you, Fakin' the Funk, word to Main Source The world worship perverted gods, words are charged and bursting sparks like an overturned burning car From the Flossy, call me Young Canarsie, Young Pesci They'll either kill me or arrest me, that's my destiny [Chorus: D.V. Alias Khryst] What's my drug of choice? What have you got? I don't go broke and I do it a lot What's my drug of choice? What have you got? I don't go broke and I do it a lot What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot I don't go broke and I do it a lot What's my drug of choice? What have you got? I don't go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo) [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Goddammit, top savage, pop magnum at ops And cops' badges, conjuring nonstop madness Truck jewelry, heavy ice, plus plenty Polo Tuck the uzi, "F" me twice like the Fendi logo Only Built for Gucci Linx, snatch diamond rings Clap .9s at pigs, snatch crowns from kings Overthrow the empire, slay emperors Ayatollahs of endless war at a tremendous cost Diamond-Ruby snatcher, booby trapper. uzi clapper Groupies in Gucci sandals yapping, keeping your shooters happy Illmatic luxurious like silk fabric Official pistol pageant, witches' magic, titties hanging Listen, don't make a fucking jerk out of me I ain't gettin' fucked like Gribbs, they murked Prodigy They killed Biggie Smalls and Jam Master Jay What the fuck is really going on? Somebody has to pay What if Suge Knight and Diddy were the C.I.A.? Killed our favorite rappers, even gave Eazy A.I.D.S Cobra tongue, smoky lung with the smoking gun. canoli blunt Either I'm totally batshit or holy fuck! [Chorus: D.V. Alias Khryst] What's my drug of choice? What have you got? I don't go broke and I do it a lot What's my drug of choice? What have you got? I don't go broke and I do it a lot What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot I don't go broke and I do it a lot What's my drug of choice? What have you got? I don't go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Riya[Hook: HR] We rally Round the I Around the I And we never wonder And we never wonder why Nor will we say goodbye That's why we rally round the I Round the I [Ill Bill] Life's a battle of the network stars It's unraveled & mentally scarred I gambled on my destiny's cards Acapulco gold, jewels and coal Fools behold, truth unfolds View the road ahead of me, holmes I've steadily grown My heavenly soul control the deadliest chrome But the life of a child is what God has blessed me to mold This is something I put before everything, every thought Every bit of energy is focused on her every need I don't give a fuck how gangster you think you are When you witness the birth of your first child it hits hard Speaking for myself I'm still speechless But I owe it to her to put this into words In case I'm not here when she peeps this God forbid, I plan to be here 'til a hundred and five 'Til my great grandchildren are alive 'Til they listen to this rhyme and wonder why We rally round the eye It's so we never say goodbye Baby girl, it's for you, Riya [Hook 2: HR] I want you to love me And never, ever worry It doesn't matter anymore No more It's time for us to rally round the I Let's rally round the I Rally round the I Rally round the I Rally round the I [Ill Bill] We named you after my mother's mother She raised me, now we raise you When I look at you, praise due Thank God for this beautiful life Now everything makes sense, thank God for my beautiful wife In Hindu, Riya's a singer, a beautiful voice We could've stopped right there, what a beautiful choice In Hebrew it means "joy", in Arabic it means "hope" In Latin it means "queen", in Yiddish it means "rose" To me it means kick down doors with four-fours If grandma was still here she'd have given me the chrome I don't grind for me no more, I grind for her I don't live for me no more, I'd die for her Human Rights, we bringing the truth to the light Bring the youth to the fight while we shoot through the night This is dedicated to my wife and my baby girl Riya Mae Braunstein, I give you my whole world I love you [Hook 1: HR]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Manson vs Berkowitz[Verse 1: Q-Unique] Dirty hands over a sacrificial lamb I got mad issues so I’m snatching the pistol fam The green trees got me into orbit Where I found the skeletal remains of a mafia informant I’m from Gravesend, where from out of the playpen You could get paid from filling the graves with made men No remorse like the end of a nasty divorce Marshall versus the sleestak with her hand on the torch [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Land of the Lost, hit you with chrome barrels Or with stone arrows Could turn your oceans into blood like Mo told Pharaoh They exit Egypt thousand years before the death of Jesus Millenniums before these devils invented diseases Creators of AIDS, ice-cold like vapors in space Institutionalized like hiding razor blades in cakes Incarcerated Scarfaces that'll rape your face To let you know what fucking time it is like Flava Flav [Hook: ILL Bill] (x2) We burn it up Like Manson versus Berkowitz We turn it up Like acid versus Percocets We serve it up Like assassins that flirt with death We sherm it up Like gangsters versus stick-up kids [Verse 3: Q-Unique] This is the mind of violence with a designer virus Screw on the silencer in time so you can die in silence Capital-Q decapitate capitalist rappers I put a cap in they back after I turn my cap backwards The blood on the hands of Pontius Pilate Dwell on the underworld’s of the city where the monster's hiding The mind of Heath Ledger with a handful of pills My face covered in makeup and a plan for the kill [Verse 4: ILL Bill] The massacre's real, like crackheads dancing for krills A hairy situation like a tarantula's meal I’m like a cross between a scorpion and Kevorkian My impact will flatten a skyscraper like an accordion Award-winning war villains Playing hopscotch across buildings And toss trucks like Matchbox cars at your children Homie, I square off like a Sicilian Fuck priceless, cause every word I write cost a million [Hook: ILL Bill] (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dope Fiend ’94*(Verse 1)* Let me get that needle, pass it When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky bastard The fastest, And now my stomach's empty Let me get a dozen bagels and an schmear of Dempsey Now please arrest me, officer Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure Take your blood pressure, examine, measure Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother I'm a born junky, I'll never recover *(Chorus)* 2x Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend Kid I got's to have it Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high Baby I'm a junky bastard *(Verse 2)* I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt, then rip off your brassiere I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B-I double L Puffin' on a nick of crack in my jail cell They pay me well for my services When I murder kids, I orgasm Then I get rid of the evidence Left up on the scene of the crime I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy Let me get your crack-rock and all your money Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky I'll asphyxiate you then toss you in the lake like Ricki Illin' like a handy-capped spaz Peep the zoobaz, rippin' out the frame of your ass *(Chorus)* 2x *(Verse 3)* Walkin' through the rain, I saw you You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones I don't really care if you just returned your glasses I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry asses As I fantasize about pizza-pies wit' human Body parts n shit, get your fuckin' throat slit Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago Call Hertz rent a rental car Think your crazy cause you got a scar Think again, I'll cut you again I'm a put that doody-casserole inside of your mother's oven *(Chorus)* 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Canarsie High[Verse 1] Young mother smoke crack while her baby cries Young brother sell crack, carry baby nines Baby-faced gangsters wild out commit crazy crimes Taking anything they want without shame or pride Stray bullet hit a pregnant momma Bed-Stuy Lead fly, final destination her death arrives Was she in the wrong place or was she meant to die? And whoever's responsible they'll never find Fuck flipping burgers, serving milkshakes and fries Kids committing murders living in these last days and times White kids, black kids any race or price Shooting up they high school Satan in they minds We see everything and yet we forever blind Society turn away and protect your eyes Like a horror movie but you can’t press rewind Bare witness to reality or step aside [Hook - 2x] Are we learning how to live or learning how to die Building nuclear weapons and learning how to fly I never graduated high school I got my GED in tenth grade And ran around Canarsie High [Verse 2] Young baby girl gave birth to baby girl Thirteen brought a little baby in this crazy world I seen the same story every block, every borough Every town same situation very thorough Very sad baby girl never knew her dad Broken home, broken soul ready to attack Young dad doesn’t even know that he a father And some do but don’t care, or care to even bother Plenty good parents too, but bad situations Young dad went to war in a distant nation Proud American that wanted to be participate Sent home in a box or in a crippled state We see everything and yet we forever blind Society turn away and protect your eyes Like a horror movie but you can’t press rewind Bare witness to reality or step aside [Hook - 2x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be Afraid![Verse 1: ILL Bill] Be afraid is your best option Your brain on the wall, your eyes on your desk watchin’ Versace chopsticks and (rock shrimps) the top chefs Experts at makin’ Pyrex stretch El Magico (would have taken half his shotty) to catch a body He had the fuckin’ silencer wrapped up like a salami Shot three of you’s, sounded like a baby sneeze Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze I sent shooters on scooters Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers Plus I supplied the Rugers Uzi’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza Plus I don't know how you maneuver Make a move I’ll leave your fuckin’ head smokin’ like a Hookah Give your dome piece a crew-cut It’ll happen so fast you won’t even know who or what [Interlude] Be Afraid [Verse 2: Conway The Machine] Look -- Thirty shot Mac, violators perish (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) Got in the game with a flow that niggas obviously cherished Jump out the Mas' the shit on my necklace about a hundred carats (Talk to 'em!) Hand on my shotty and I’m probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom) I shit on anything niggas send me to spit on (Ah!) Any niggas get out of line I dump a clip on Before rap I was in them kitchens getting’ my mix on Carpal tunnel all in my wrist from getting’ my whip on I’m realer than the rappers you deem to be real niggas You call ‘em big homies, to me he a lil’ nigga (Haaah) If it’s smoke I ain’t never to busy to deal with ya But I call Lil Brody and ensure that you killed quicker Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles (Huh) Drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy that’s the light pole Send peace on your head, yeah I know the price low They wanna make sure it’s done before the end of the night tho Machine, ait yo? Yeah, yeah, yeah [Interlude] Be Afraid [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch] Spit that fire from the pit of my soul it's never debatable Your bio is degrading, thank God it's biodegradable You need to sell pork sausages in a Synagogue, look All my dogs are cold, the Iditarod And that there is a Klondike bar For any female MC asking me for sixteens, I'm like What did you do for this Klondike bar Slam any MC on the concrete you consider hard Thought any scheme but guessed to God a worthy plan Shit on any so-called King and Queen Leave to the latrine Then I deal you a dirty hand You should be afraid, you should be very afraid Try to escape I will mutilate you in various ways When the chariot swing down I'll make the chariot stay And (prayin?) for vibranium to destroy the Aryan hoods with [*star no cardio or ? facelift] [Outro] ...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Uncle Shoots Heroin (Original Demo)[Hook] My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine My moms smoked weed with her friends the day I turned eight Started smoking age twelve, sold it at fourteen Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm I'm the truth like the name of the song Yo my uncle shoots heroin [Verse 1: Ill Bill] Bathroom floor, found a syringe Back from the Hiero Tour, Howie went out on a binge Snake bitch I was fucking even took him to cop A month later he was on the floor looking for rock Missed a flight to Czech Republic, walked in the rest Found him lying in his own puke, talking to death Cocaine poisoning, he shot the heroin since fourteen February 2003 he was clean I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope, and meth Hosted shows, free clothes, bubble baths, autographs Told me he wanted to make a Howie action figure Before his latest relapse I'm glad I captured pictures I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers To save him I'd have jumped in front of spray from snipers But this is just something that he's gotta do on his own I try to get through to him with this song, yo My uncle shoots heroin He used to live in my crib Sleep on my couch smoking Newport 100's Gave me comic books, bought me my first bass guitar Learned from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards Watch the Sy-Fy channel high off of methadone More addictive than anything injected in the arm D.T.'s five in the morning waking my moms Got a search warrant but Howie Tenenbaum is gone Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me When I was five I used to pick the seeds out of his weed Nodding out, burning cigarette, holes in his sheets Wake up and eat a box of cereal then go back to sleep He was a crackhead too, he might still be A walking relapse, that motherfucker's still on the street You tell him right he goes left Show him right he does wrong I hope I get through to him with this song, yo [Hook] (2) My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine My moms smoked weed with her friends the day I turned eight Started smoking age twelve, sold it at fourteen Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm I'm the truth like the name of the songEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Forty Deuce Hebrew[Verse 1: ILL Bill] The truth has been cast aside We’ve been duped into a vast mirage I’m a cross between Master Fard and a astronaut Murderous appetites, war games with transit cops Virginal sacrifice coronate Satanic Gods Father of abomination like Manson's pops Blood ceremony, homie, make sure the dagger's sharp Crocodile briefcase, exchange cash with sharks Diamonds and golden guns, smashing you with hands of bronze Rather calm with the cameras on Trapped between Tetragrammaton and Babylon I’m a thousand horsepower when the Magnum bomb With more than enough fire power to splatter y'all It was a shootout at the Grimy Awards I spent ninety in court Attempted murder and a prior assault Beat the case, rolled the dice and I walked Like a forty deuce Hebrew, play the corner with a mic when I talk [Hook x4] The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph [Verse 2: ILL Bill] From gutter to glory, another young hustler’s story Learn from the mistakes of my uncles that done it before me Blitz out with razors, death, horror, leave children crying Skitz out like Slayer's Felt Forum seat cushion riot Young shooters bring a pistol full Caught up in their crucifixion rituals While worshiping Lucifer habitual The streets raised me, I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan or Jay-Z To be where I’m from is a great thing While y'all daydream I make things happen Get things clapping, spray things laughing Eighteen I stopped taking acid, But it left a stain on my brain that remain massive Thoughts of perceptional open till they lay me in a casket Until I stop making murder rap Because the Bible was written by those who were convinced that the Earth is flat And I’ll be dead before this war stops Praying at the altar of the war Gods L'Amours Rocks! (Hook x4) [Outro by H.R. of Bad Brains] Yes, you bring some praises to the king of kings And the lord of law is pumping my new frap of luna He looked to, I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m like me welcome Also... I’ve got a mind out of my mind Oh I been up so once you love Either Moscone, boy that’s your low Boy let us do what she like Jerusalem Il al alum, asrahum Jehovia alam Slash ey lovey Steve link some praises too, to the king of kings I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli And the only holy god of Israel and also everywhere With the purple drink And the supernatural beings Super-naturalistic kings and queens, yeah With the purple drink And the supernatural beings In the burning bright At the shining light The will to chill with ILL Bill...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy медуза[Sample] As children, we used to play in ancient ruins, close to our home in Calabria. And one day, I saw the Medusa’s head, with the hair of snakes carved onto stone, and I fell in love. I know that many people call it pretentious, but I don't care. How could my childhood be pretentious? [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Medusa Head on Versace china Heads of every snake sent to every top designer Statues and tattoos, shooters with the mask of doom Tabs of acid to bloom, bags of some magic shrooms Tie-dyed lily pads, nine millies clap From my mouth to the Lord's ears, this how Billy rap Rick was smoking PCP when he signed Slayer Same shit I smoked when I wrote the CIA was Trying to kill Billy Ocean, silly notion, a real compulsion Was it but I was smoking off a purple potion Catch all the Becky's and white Shaniqua's Puerto Rican Beyonce’s with bubble asses and Versace sneakers Gucci Goblin, the baller, my Draco is magnetic Make them hollows twirl in the air like a pandemic Like a pestilence sent by God to kill us all A million dead, God forbid another seven billion more Met this bitch named Corona wanted me to bone here She was chilling outside like a young bologna She brought her twin sister named Ebola With more ass than them Kardashian bitches And more money than Oprah Sound like a perfect bitch until you do the knowledge on her And how Medusa is that same kinda bitch That same type of beautiful sorcery A cross between insane hatred and love, it torture me [Chorus: Rite Hook] x2 Face of an angel, hair full of snakes Look into her eyes, never be the same What’s her name? Medusa, she will eat your soul Look into her eyes, turn you into stone [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Have you ever loved somebody so much that you would die for them? Like go ahead, God, take me instead If you got kids you better feel that fucking way about them And if not then you a clown and we can never be friends My Uncle Howie was a easy lover, love him and leave him His true love was a white bitch, touched with the needle Since that other little white bitch Yoda defeated him And after his death I cursed God cause I still needed him She said she loved him but she lied At their wedding she was the Grim Reaper dressed up like his bride A black dress for a funeral Leave stone cold in the casket like Medusa do But I don’t do drugs, only do essential business My true love is marijuana can I get a witness That same type of beautiful sorcery A cross between two types of awesome weed La Bella Medusa [Chorus: Rite Hook] x2 Face of an angel, hair full of snakes Look into her eyes, never be the same What’s her name? Medusa, she will eat your soul Look into her eyes, turn you into stoneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy U.B.S. (Unauthorized Biography of Slayer)[Intro] Yo, yo, we taping? Yo. The unauthorized copy Dedication to my children, my child Riya Mae, my whole family, the world is yours Acknowledgements: first off I wanna thank God And I wanna thank everybody for helping me out with this I couldn't do this without you Chapter 1 [Verse 1] Tom, Jeff, Kerry, and Dave 1981 before they hooked up with Metal Blade they played Maiden and Priest covers Brian’s label put ‘em on Metal Massacre 3 released July, 1983 No recording budget, Tom and Kerry’s dad had to pay For the studio time and Show No Mercy was made Burst on the scene in 1984 Slayer began their first national club tour And the facts is they travelled in Tom’s Camaro In August of ‘84 released Haunting the Chapel After getting kicked out of Metallica Dave Mustaine hollered at Kerry King to play in his new thing Lasted five shows, never went any further Next exodus, Slayer and Venom, Heavy Murder Ultimate Revenge Combat Tour, Studio 54 Tom pissed on Cronos’ head, it was raw Hell Awaits was the next anthem And Metal Forces said that Slayer made 1985’s best album Met Rick Ruben at Def Jam, strike a deal Same year Rick produced Raising Hell and License to Ill He produced the greatest thrash metal record of all time Reign In Blood still sends shivers up your spine Their first gold album, South of Heaven gold too Their whole career, so influential and so true Aged 15 I was so mesmerized Had every word from Angel of Death memorized Mad respect Larry Carroll album covers in Spiked Wrist They won their first Grammy February, ‘07 like this [Outro] Unauthorized Biography of Slayer Epilogue: The most controversial heavy metal band in American history Still active today with all four original members still in tact Discography: Show No Mercy, Haunting The Chapel, Hell Awaits Reign In Blood, South of Heaven, Seasons in the Abyss Divine Intervention, Undisputed Attitude, Diabolus in Musica God Hates Us All, Christ Illusion The end – to the new beginning Yeah, next book Bad Brains. PeaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Death Smiles at Murder[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Our society love murderers, love war, love bloodshed Love the scene of an accident when someone's dead We love violence, we can't turn away: The Colosseum Throw ‘em in the arena and watch the lions eat 'em Music and movies are the mirrors of this madness Some morbid mural of morticians upon the canvas A beautifully composed symphony of sickness, bear witness Reality's much worse, predictions of apocalypse Found in the books of religious architects Arguments hidden in forbidden documents Consequence, Bowling for Columbine Anatomy of School Shootings Bloods and Crips of Brooklyn is no longer a new thing Death is certain, we all die whether it's from natural causes or not Nobody really knows why But if there's one thing I know, Death holds a place In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face [Chorus: Mr. Hyde] Death smiles at murder Pain shakes the hand of homicide We all die, it's certain Can't change the path that's prophesied [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Some people murder for money Other people murder for hate Some murder for love A lot of people murder for drugs There's really fucked up people that need a murder to cum And some of y'all motherfuckers even murder for fun They might stab you up with a knife or shoot you with guns That's when the black coroner van usually comes Some murderers are strange drifters or depraved sickos Like Gary Heidnik, Gein, Bundy, Berkowitz and J. Rifkin A lot of murderers you wouldn't suspect He kept to himself, never bothered anyone, they said He was a simple guy with a simple life, till he killed his wife Got a first taste of doing something he liked Some murderers are famous And they wind up in a Ford Bronco With a gun in they mouth like O.J. did No matter who the fuck you are, Death has a place In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face [Chorus: Mr. Hyde]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy L’amour East Redux[Intro] I'm not worried about it my self, you know, cause if they come to me, talking, I think Ima talk back, you know, I'm not gonna shut up for nobody, you know, nobody [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] I'm addicted to love, lust, knowledge, and euphoria Drugs, C and D cups, ganja and the gorier Blood, guts, and deep cuts, Everlands, and black Timbs Gold mouth, leopard flag, click-clack, we strapped in I roll up, talk shit, niggas know I'm really real, big blunt of that sour Smoke it till I catch a chill, niggas get slain over basketball game, man, the hood may never change, all these niggas do is bang Cops want us all in chains, chase us down the one way I'm too, smooth in my ways, threw the stash in the drain This twelve gauge, split a nigga, tsunami waves bitch I beat you ass for some shades and some Johnny Cage shit (coo-coo) Rip your face off your scalp, now you got a facelift Beef, what's beef, that's a great dick shit, Feet? that's a great ditch Zombie Gang, NYC, we amazing, fuck NYPD, man I hate them I, I, I, I, I, I met the reaper once, he told me that I should keep it up And if ever my gun I clutch, then he would help me sweep it up I got Jesus on the payroll, and if he move left, then perfect I'm smashing and fucking high low, that's the truth, nonfiction 150 proof my liquor, Zombie Gang, Ill Bill, my nigga [Hook: ILL BILL] Latin quarter to L'amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens, we all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we, we all creeps CBGB to L'amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Flatbush Sweater, queens get the money, sticking to the strip, ain't a damn thing funny, hoe Stick to the strip, if you ain't getting money, from the land of the hoe, baking sodas, and the honey Stick up kids, sparing nothing but the ribs Hop in the bang, bang, bang, bang bang bang Peel off quick, bumping track number 6, ready to die, I'm that Big Can't teach a old dog new tricks, my old dog got the four fifth And his fingers, they itch, finna smack a bitch, where's my lighter Roll the weed, ignite your [?], many individuals try to play the game, head first off your frame Flawless victory, decapitate, and Micheal Jordan, he from Brooklyn too Where niggas get killed for they Air Jordan shoes, I don't really ball, but I'm higher than you Smoking fire with some dreads, calculating ways to clean the spread Cop a paddy, then I head to the liquor store Bomb, where's the hoes that be watching all my videos, we gone need a few of those Zombie maneuver those, when I was young I used to bump that mace shit [?] too, brown Timbs and a razor, now I'm fiction, beat a nigga pulp, no kidding [Hook] Latin quarter to L'amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens, we all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we, we all creeps [?] to L'amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef [2x] (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) [Verse 3: Ill Bill] Double L train Canarsie, fit tags, drippy markers Albee Square, Colosseum, 50 deep in king’s plaza Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers, rap singers Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether While the warplanes scatter nukes [?] splatter goons Sauteed magic shrooms, more strange antics soon Blasting Paid in full, Dog Day Afternoon Had to pay my dues, fought James after school I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video Next, to the Arch Diner, Joey Haskell was with me too That was before the gunplay and dapper dan jackets Bootleg Timbaland leathers and automatic ratchets Before Artie Audelino blew his face off Playin Russian roulette after he vacuumed up a 8-ball From childhood to manhood in King’s County From my hood to yours we represent it proudly Represent New York, represent Rowdy Represent my whole crew, represent HowieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Make Them Die Slowly[Verse 1] Slaytanic cannibal rituals, welcome to the jungle holocaust Chop you to pieces beyond modern laws You and your friends with the yellow hairs We don't understand the weird language you speak, but we can tell you're scared And rightfully so; the nerve, how dare you spitefully roam our turf Western man; entitled bullies of earth The world is yours? There's five of you, but hundreds of us And here you stand, empty handed Besides a duffel of guns, hand 'em over We don't use these in the jungle They're for false gods and wannabe conquerors We seen your kind before, funny beige hats and mustaches Pop said never trust a savage with a satellite and hundreds of cameras I put a apple in they mouth and roast 'em I like to toast 'em with a marshmallow stuffed up they asshole And hopefully amongst their bitches there's a virgin for the sacrifice [Verse 2] Cannibal voodoo leave you murdered in the afterlife Dance with umfufu, dinner served lit by candlelight Kill, eat, fuck, is the law; no murder charge You and your squad turned to burgers and kebabs Cook you impaled on the sharpest of knives The length of my speer's like a machete got stuck up your arse Still half alive, staring up at the stars My favorite medium rare, center cut is the bombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Watch The City Burn[Verse 1: ILL BILL] My young shooter got shot in his eye, it cost big Refused to rock a eyepatch though, so everybody knew it's him My whole squadron Young souls started cold hearted, emboldened the hardest soldiers and martyrs stroll through with armor Kryptonite ain't doing shit tonight This that Marvel Universal edit, Supreme Magnetic They killed George Floyd, fuck the police Strictly cop-killer shells, no justice, no peace Mountains of Purple Piff, house on the cliff Fluffy duffel bags, eighteen thousand a brick Dummies hustle grams, pay me on top of the [vig] [?] Now that's fuzzy math, claiming that you not makin' shit Uncle Howie shot the five with that pig (O'Malley) for gruesome crimes against the lives of humanity My spit voltage, leaves bitches insulted Stick a ice pick in this vulture while shifting the culture [Chorus: ILL BILL] x2 They killed a unarmed man Watch the city burn! It's gonna be a hot summer Watch the city burn! I can't breathe motherfucker Watch the city burn! We don't need no water motherfucker Watch the city burn! [Verse 2: Lord Goat] The 63rd Precinct Wars, we're all coming down Another round, my block up in flames like we underground Defund the pigs, we pop off everything, bananas Twelve shot hammers, digital apparatus, splattered in mattresses Spilling blood up on the blue canvas, Milky Way They shot him six times in his spine for trying to boost Pampers Uzi and [my 'Goose'] start work, I Pete Sampras Two chain inter-junction, selling packs on campus Everything's rigged now, simulation's employed They using body doubles, like the autopsy of Floyd Kiss Breonna Taylor on the cheek, her week shoulda been better But they shot her in the head while she was folding a sweater We hit Gucci in Manhattan, overturning Crown Vics Get loud licks, we bury every sergeant when that sound hits Makimbo with the grips, Eldridge Cleaver with the brown fist Explosives under police trucks, they blown to bits [Verse 3: Sabac Red] It's fire until the end like Sabacolypse Them cops do pop a lot of shit Soon, they'll regret their systemic and racist politics Bibles verse the viruses, vaccines contain the microchips Surveillance on the bikes of kids, this is now the life we live Zoom collecting data, identity theft, defraud [?] Full of guilt more than before you seem to pray to your Lord We see increased anxiety, masturbation from porn 'Cause you're bored in the house and you're in the house bored Integrity and assets, our need for us to fact check When the rings fan the flames we get more equity and access The women influencers in positions of power I'm talking Presidents and CEO's, we're sick of these cowards Uber drivers in a route to riot, looting in a crowd of violence Tired of the shootings, subverted in moments of silence Outrageous, kids in cages, abuse and fear Y'all should have listened, Non-Phixion, y'all the future is here [Verse 4: ILL BILL] Crisis an opportunity to entice a man to use a ice pick brutally Find me where the shooters be Fearless in a scary world, Doctor York, jerry curls, heavy (verb), crazy eighty (shirr), franken berry herb [???] Burning police car, sparkle like a pretty girl Litty with tassels on her titties, let that titty twirl Tears of grudges and hate shower their shitty world Smear their blood on my face and watch the city burn [Chorus: ILL BILL] x2 They killed a unarmed man Watch the city burn! It's gonna be a hot summer Watch the city burn! I can't breathe motherfucker Watch the city burn! We don't need no water motherfucker Watch the city burn!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Illest Killers[Intro: Tech N9ne] ILL BILL got it where the East Coast invites me Yo [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Have you ever seen such stamina Quick get yo camera Stand with the man with a fan span from Iran to Canada yes All of you amateurs can't handle a Tech I am but a vet, scandalous, see how I beat the scandal'll get If you issue a diss to this dude, everybody gonna miss you Dearly, hear me, I'm repping mine sincerely Clearly you don't want no phonk so punks grow weary yearly You know my blood, sweat, and tears, he fears me Everready, the religion I'm giving them motherfuckers a 100% of Tecca N9ne Lyrically, I'm death defying You're next to mine, you will see I'm electrifying Better watch yo shit cause I'm sick as a nigga can get In the South they call me trill Now I'm rocking with my nigga BILL Yeah I said nigga cause he rep it real Don't be afraid of my shade of my dark mist I bring a brigade, a renegade ready to spark this Malicious cause this is the darkness in my heart bitch Never stand in the way of BILL and Tech when they start shit [Hook: ILL BILL] The illest killers never stand to smile Tecca N9na and illest the BILL is always with the illest style It's ILL BILL, Tech N9ne, they can't stop us The illest killers never stand to smile Matter fact after they clap you, they might chill for a while Tech N9ne, it's ILL BILL, they can't stop us [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Running and ducking, they shooting the gun at me Don't ever think you can front on me Fuck with me, look at these diamonds I had to change, stuck a truck on me Subtly, look at these tamers They catch and then they wanna fuck with me Suckle me, but I'm gonna be drowning in beautiful bitches and fuckery Imagine every hollow tip in the clip is an angel of death with a name on it They sayin' they know what they sayin' Somebody who got in the way of the frame of it The game of it, then pay me You figure the game, eat the brick or he blamin' it Double triple, recreated it Look at this ridicule, look what we made of it Innovated it, be competitive Elevated it, reinvented it Bring the medicine We ahead of 'em Just touch, we could fuck up cheddar then Imagine every hollow tip in the clip is an angel of death with a name on it They sayin' they know what they sayin' Somebody who got in the way of the frame of it Don't be afraid of my shade of my darkness I bring a brigade, of renegades ready to spark this Malicious cause this is the darkness in my heart bitch Never stand in the way of BILL and Tech when they start shit [Hook: ILL BILL] The illest killers never stand to smile Tecca N9na and illest the BILL is always with the illest style It's ILL BILL, Tech N9ne, they can't stop us The illest killers never stand to smile Matter fact after they clap you, they might chill for a while Tech N9ne, it's ILL BILL, they can't stop usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Porno Director[Intro] I will need two forms of ID for purposes to verify your age Make sure you sign that model release.... Because without that, I'm not gonna be able to use your image, of you sucking my cock! Check it out! [Verse 1: ILL Bill] ILL Bill, the rap Jules Jordan Call me the hip-hop Joey Silvera Brazilian bitches beg me to let them blow me forever We balls deep and we all creeps, the pistols pop Looking for beautiful girls like Christoph Clark I need an Evil Angel in my life, waterfront property More goons with guns that go to war properly The projects, the gutter, I grew up in poverty I'm rich now, Uncle Howie Records is a monopoly Your monstrosity roll with Extreme Associates My team is the real deal, your team is a bunch of dicks We top of the pile, rock it like Nacho Vidal Locking It down, dropping it liver than Rocco in Prague I been around the world, partied with all types of girls From policewomen to strippers, a thousand pearls A whole boatload of hoes done swallowed my pole But only a porno bitch can throw me out of control [Chorus: Non Phixion] x2 Pussy and hard drugs, sawed-off shotguns, we God’s thugs Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced clits Exotic dancers in love with us, the fuck you think? [Verse 2: Goretex] Goretex the young wizard, my life is like a porn set Drug blizzards, runaway bitches slump dead on my doorstep Sugar mama's got a crush on Gore Fist in they ass, twisting nipples, sucking my balls Tapping the bush, medium rare was mush She ain't happy unless she got pills and the arm in a tush Sparking the kush, leaving off the strippers like it's welfare Hip-Hop polygamist, I'm killing shit (we in the mix) Haters obsessed, I be swerving the Benz My chick's ass is so fucking fat, be hurting her legs Twenty-eight cadavers, but I ain't heard from the feds Uncle Howie opium dens we be repping till death Stay vacant, you American faggot like Clay Aiken Cum vacuum, you be dancing at raves like AIDS patients Belly up, we thugging it heavy, my goons ready Your skull's a deli, my guns turn your head to confetti [Chorus: Non Phixion] x2 [Verse 3: Sabac] I'm obscene Enter your nightmares, challenge your dreams Non Phixion, we the most balanced of teams My themes and thoughts so deep man, it hurt when I spit Sabacolypse, conscious lyricist, perverted and sick Converted the wig of a nationalist I love them chicks on tour who like flashing their tits A passionate bitch who take it in the ass With what's attached to wrist I'm fast with the fist, a masochist, I'll bastard your kids Blast at the pigs cause of what they do to the people I get my dick sucked while I read The Rules of Evil I flew with the eagles, swam with the sharks Damage your heart, I break you down Built you up as I plan for the march Stay armed with forty women that are psyched about porn Form the biggest fucking orgy on the White House lawn Force the twins to join in, have the both them to blow me Then make them eat divine twats of Debbie Diamond and Chloe [Chorus: Non Phixion] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chase Manhattan[Intro] {*people screaming*} On the floor, now, NOW! Do it, do it On the floor, now, NOW! [Raekwon] Oh shit! It's on huh? (Aye yo sit your boney ass the fuck down) (We not fucking playing in here) This is a stick up, nobody move, get on the floor Get on the walls, take your sneakers off, take off your drawers Cover your dick, bitches be quiet, don't say shit You move, I'mma make sure I clap you and your clique All my gunnies is squeezing Listen to me, before you die, just leave me my cheese I ain't playing, I'm spraying, off top, doors is locked Fuck around, try to run around, you greasy Don't even dare, put your cell phone down, dear Before I put my gun in your ear I'm not a New Jack, an Iker or a jerk with a pump I'm straight sober, I'mma feed my ratchet and hunt We kill Willies, still hillbillies don't call us nothing else Might have to melt your Phillies You old man, sit down, tie up his hands And yo, smack flames out him, get more and then blamp him [Interlude] Don't move! Don't fucking move! Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air! Get 'em up!! Get on your knees!! Get on your knees!! GET ON YOUR KNEES!! Gimme that fucking bag, man Gimme that shit, you're my fucking wife, man Get the fuck out! [Ill Bill] This bitch started blowing me in the safe Her fantasy to fuck a bank robber so I blew a load in her face I knew her from Canarsie, used to work at Chase Manhattan Smiled when I walked in waving the ratchet An inside job, the best kind, the rest I rob Stay on the ground or you'll be laid to rest by God I seen big face hundreds and bearer's bonds I also see cameras on, I'm glad I wore my ski mask camouflage Listen to "Lamb of God" while I packed the bong While I studied how to disable a bank alarm We got three minutes, handle the job I'm standing on top of the counter with the chopper barrel staring at y'all Why you pussies bleeding all on my money? You fucking up my hundreds Don't get your fucking head kicked on some dumb shit stupid We the future of this bank robbing industry Kidnap the judge and get a hundred years conspiracy [Outro] Everybody in the vault, get out, move! {*screaming*} On the floor, now, NOW, do it, do it On the floor, now, NOW! Let's play a game Mr. President! It's called spin the dial!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Warlord[Verse 1: ILL Bill] The Warlord, the Cult Leader Backed by a small army of highly trained killers and villains We be the illest in guerilla war Shoot em up, dip behind trees and squeeze The uniforms, Army fatigues The Warlord with the scary squad Genghis Khan, military God Mr. Rocket launcher with a heavy arm Terrorist to some people he's a freedom fighter To some a war criminal, to others the Messiah A symbol of hope but dressed in a cloak of hate Baby Hitler with a poker face and a cobra's taste Conqueror my enemies heads on top of spikes surround my door My sword's sheath is the mouth of a whore Brain of Einstein, beard like Osama Shoot a seven-forty-seven out the sky with the Llama Who's crucified, who dies, who survives? Who's the Warlord? Ride up on em with a moped Shoot em in the eye! [Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst] Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings [Verse 2: ILL Bill] A rise to power, five star General Eisenhower He’d rather face death as a hero than die as a coward Alexander, Hannibal, Caesar or Sun Tzu Shooters who put away their guns and kill you with Kung Fu Strategy applied, gladiator streets of maya Heat suppliers, soldiers of fortunes that creep for hire Kidnap journalists Black sights with midnight is permanent Professionally contracted Murder Inc The warlord, with the Uzi and the sawed-off Will have your fucking feet sawed off then watch you crawl off Haha, ISIS is CIA, kumbaya I don’t give a fuck who I spray, I’ve already been paid Became a killer aged thirteen I remember the first time, I can still hear their screams Fascinated by power drills and hollow shells And even more by how having power feels [Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst] Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Most Dangerous Weapon Alive[Verse 1] I seen a bitch named gutter slut talking to a paraplegic about violence Then threw his wheelchair into the fire pit Nihilist becomes entombed, xecutioner becomes obituary Birth the kings of doom Earth becomes Black Sabbath, turn Ozzy to Dio Surgeons fuck that plastic turn Cosby to Theo Jody Foster's army missed Reagan James Brady got sprayed quick fast like he played for sadus Nuns have no fun, homie, ask Melissa Don't break the oath, you'll be tortured by shadows that whisper Satisfaction is the death of desire My perseverance lead to the rise of supremacy The quest for fire Inventing the wheel, re-inventing the steel, killswitch, a fixation on darkness Perception is real, take as needed for pain, lack of almost everything Slap a ham, half a gram of dope is so heavy, dig? [Hook] The mind is the most dangerous weapon alive Spin doctors operate behind enemy lines Mind control, something you could potentially buy The new holy war has arrived, you ready to die? [Verse 2] You're a powerslave, somewhere in time, piece of mind Keeper of the 7 keys in seven churches arrive Under the sign of the black mark, to mega therion Under lock and key, tooth and nail, hellion From the ashes of hellhammer, morbid tales No one ever really wanna buy peace, war prevails Shout at the devil, dogs of war bark at the moon The mob rules, heaven and hell, it's up to y'all, choose From enslavement to obliteration, youth of today are sick of it all In a warzone where pistols are god screaming out "lights, camera, revolution" From the wonderful folks who brought you Iraq, here's the new execution The malfunction, the regulator, the re-ignition The fearless vampire killers on a mission People crazy enough to think that they can change the world, do it Kick down the motherfucking door and walk through it [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Septagram[Intro] Thousands of years before the dawn of civilization, evil magicians fought for supremacy... "It’s mine! The ultimate power! Power which can convert thought waves into material action! There is nothing I cannot do! Nothing!" [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Anton LaVey, Fu-Manchu facial hair Goons with the hateful stare Move with palatial flare Young Gary Busey but carry an Uzi Young Cosby, hairy pussies and strawberry roofies Young Ozzy, creep in the grass, spray with the milli-chrome Ski-mask on my face like it’s really cold Summertime but my blood like icicles Possessed by a demon whose name is undecipherable The tip of every hollow twirl like a football Shocking to see that half of your head’s what it took off I’m like murder with the MAC-11 The fire swirling from the barrel like past redemption Spas with the chopper, savage like acid and vodka I’m like the Grim Reaper but carry a shotgun Met with culties that would go December close When death approached the end is close Yet to tote finesse to the freshest rose Puffery from an Academy Marina Slugs from my niner will make you dance like a ballerina Like dust in the wind, like angels in the hellfire Silent like a twelve-gauge in the jail riot Opposite of Henry Hill, proper, stay quiet Spray five, 'Catch A Predator' like Dateline Cut from the cloth of a lost tribe of gladiators Run the microphone or get your fucking hands amputated [Outro] "After six-thousand years the curse has ended! Who summoned my spirits from the depths of time?" "I do! I command your help in overthrowing my enemies!" "Fool! What care I for such as you? Begone, growling dog! Before my destruction, I was gathering magical powers for the conquest of the world! I shall yet build an everlasting empire of black magic!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Coka Moshiach[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's For real nigga Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's For them gangsters Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's Yeah, let's get it, Yo, hey yo Bill represent nigga what up, what up [Verse 1: Ill Bill] An eight ball of coke will make Sara smile like Hall & Oates Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie But if you Len Bias, you're a goner Now put the money in the bag before me and Rae pull an Osama Square biz, no plots or schemes boy Hit you with 50 shots like them cops from Queens You're on a cross with a crown that bleeds Resurrect you with a speed bump and trumpets that sound like screams Shoot the bitch in the trunk of the Buick for foolishness Killed for losing bricks, this is Only Built For Cuban Linx Lord know I got mouths to feed So my heart is ice cold to anybody outside my team Fuck you, pay me a million dollars, matter fact, make it a billion Fuck a condo I'm taking the building Posted like the Freeway Ricky Ross in the Porsche And hosted by Manowar's Ross the Boss at L'amours [Hook: Ill Bill] Sniff your brains out all my Vinny the Chins and Joe Pescis With coke recipes and hoes on ecstasy, La Coka Nostra a brand you can trust Catch me in the bathroom stall handing out bumps [Verse 2: Raekwon] We blast shottys off the roof, strapped, trapped in a coup Living like this, duke'll have a nigga bidding in boots I swear to my seeds, daddy gonna buy you the V's But instead I got trapped and started buying them keys I went from rich kid, selling under the bench to lynch kid High power money nigga living in Richmond Wore a few beefs, ran through hoods, ordered new jeeps Pull guns on police, shot up the four seasons Then I got clapped, yapped, thought I had it right But I was wrong then, now I get it on when I write I rectify this, you live by the sword and get fried by the board Cause that's the only way we got to get on What it is nigga, get high, remember the grizz And play the tape that resemble the great, that's Raekwiz, nigga Stay real, history's ill, don't stop til you cash in Catch me in the Aston with Bill Pill [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Omar Suarez[Verse 1: ILL Bill] ILL Bill keep it real like the '80s when we flooded the projects Or like Ollie North when he funded the Contras Like Cody Sky homie we constructed a monster Holding the Glock posting, as we run for the chopper It’s a black carpet event, martyrs (in jets) start up a pit Who the fuck pop off harder than this When I hit you the impact is like if God had a fist I’m hollow tip my every molecule is part of the clip I’ve been (lied) apart sick show a part of the chip I’m not sure beyond the shadow of a doubt if I exist Bitch talked up papi for discount on the brick Kid walked up cocky got shot in the dick Finance is a gun, politics is knowing when to pull the trigger Electric heretic the zig-zag zigga With the Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, God descends Part of the spiritually dead, pop the pistol through your head Brooklyn 1986 Nike sneakers and beamers Teenagers buying keys from drug dealers named Jesus We the reason for the Secret Service Posted in trees with burners, exploding like a overheating furnace [Hook: ILL Bill] (x2) I seen the truth rise and fall, the (?) were born Fuck the system, fuck who I offend these whores Shout words that we live but don’t play with it 'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it [Verse 2: Goretex] They call me matzah ball, I'm mixing with an isopoll Cause Howie told me the proper cull when the cops get called Activist clients forty boxes like rocking tour From the projects to going hungry selling rocks of raw Like Nicky Sixx live wire, Spawn born of fire The two messiahs It's over, the Elohim and Billy Squire The body in the trunk, been smelling for a week What you wanna do, bury it and burn it, then burn leak Belt Parkway like I'm Roy DeMeo Chop you in the tub for yeyo Run it by bengals, piano wire, million pesos If we on the grid we sit with no payrolls Like Tuddy walk with respect with umbrellas to payphones I've seen the truth I got scars from state phones And dead homies, kissing their casket on final way home Demented retribution canted with the congregation Blessed to death, the angel Kabbalah meditation [Hook x2] [Outro from Scarface] That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him. For all I know he had me set up, and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed. But that's history. I'm here, he's not Do you wanna go on with me, you say it You don't, then you make a moveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Embrace Your Satan[Intro] What? Costumed assassins, in the heart of New York, and no one even notices? Has the city gone mad? [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Sorcerer beard, doom metal soundtracks The officer bewared shoot up with they moms at Embrace your Satan Take it back to when John Hinckley sprayed up Reagan [Verse 2: Goretex] Hey yo my bathtub ghetto work out decompose mucus Sit bank Hank with ten to twelve in the casket like Frank Lucas Shank Judas cause yo the Torah be the holy sect All you bags of suppliers jupe a pussy like Richard Speck [Hook: ILL Bill] Blood splattered sunglasses, guns blasted, dust, ashes Funerals and young caskets, baby gangsters, dumb bastards Live fast run past us Smile now cry after assassin’s shoot up what you love with a smile laughing [Verse 3: Goretex] Medina frozen nose like dope from P. King Get your neck sawed off with a broken blade like Jay Sebring Post-mortem I hit ‘em with ice trays ‘til the body’s frozen A thousand sleeves of that raw, I got my lobby open [Verse 4: ILL Bill] That crazy heady rap angel dust and the hourglass The blowjobs from seventy-two virgins like Taliban Action packed acid rap's backs like a savage When the ratchet clap barrels blast to pierce you like a arrow shaft [Verse 5: Goretex] The mac is greater Laugh when you go down like a sack of potatoes Shook a steel cage ’82 when he pulled the tazer Smile now die later, 700 horse power '81 Trans-Am, they makin’ punches for the horse powder [Hook: ILL Bill] [Outro] No, no, no, not yet, not yet, don't pass out on me yet! You rotten wanker ! Do we understand each other? If you care what happens to the girl you better answer me, all right? Now listen to me carefully... I..-I've changed my mind, I'm going to let her die! I just wanted you to know thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 21(Chorus) I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole When the jury heard what I'd done, guilty was the vote When the judge gave me my sentence, he read it to me cold Whiskey on his breath, masturbating underneath his robe Only 21 in prison, doing life without parole When I had the chance, I should've sold the devil my soul Hell yeah, I shot the sheriff, left his body full of holes Now I'm 21 in prison, doing life without parole (Verse 1) We all enter the world the same way Naked and screaming, soaked in blood but things change Some are brought home to palaces, others to the projects Some are born billionaires and some are born convicts Momma said when life gives you lemons make lemonade Take a piss in it and serve it to the people that you hate My pops always said there's only two types my friend Those with loaded guns and those who eat shit 'til they're dead I miss both of them, one's gone, the other in prison I hate both of them, the love dies and none of it given I gave both of them enough time to show me their wisdom I'll take both of them to hell with me, my soul is convicted As I stand in front of Satan hoping for answers Coping with madness, I hold the chrome like a social advantage Never hate your enemies, it affects your judgement Keep it close point blank range and render justice! (Chorus) (Verse 2) Ladies and gentlemen of the jury The defendant's story begins within a childhood of fear and misery Age ten, witnessed his father murder his own mother The guilt of her death lingers in his dreams when he slumbers Even though he was a child he still felt responsible Most of his adolescence in and out of mental hospitals Anti-social, anti-everything Sucked into a system, pacified by prescribed medicine With psychiatrists as father figures His biological a scumbag sociopath locked in prison He hated him with all his heart and so he never visited him Though the monster that his father was also lived in him Kill a person you're a murderer, thousands you're a terrorists Everyone, you're the father of Jesus of Nazareth Perception is reality, facts are negotiable I'll clap the Mac off and put twenty-one holes in you (Chorus) Coke, it costs money Planes, they cost money This yacht, it all costs money Do you think Kitty's free? (What?!) huh!? Kitty turn around (What?) turn around Mister please put the gun down (gunshot) Now the next time that a plane goes down You better be on itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chrissy Snow[Intro samples] [Verse 1: Ill Bill] My shooter really do this with the Uzi in Jerusalem Lookin like a Jewish Huey Lewis Speed boats off the Greek coast , we grasp and we toast She had a mean ass and a deep throat A drug dealers peripheral , a nipple full of sniffable Dominican blow was called Chrissy snow 3 Sclupa needs a 8 ball meet me at the Breagal Beager In the back Booth seated with the deagle Re-revolutionize the crack deal Make the workers rock their titties out so thеy can't steal I'm a champagne problem on a beer budgеt In other words I'm a problem you can't afford to fuck with Hit with bullets respond with warheads My God vs your God until we all dead My Gucci cost more than your entire life Buy it twice Mine drip like the eyes of a crying Christ [Hook] Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers x2 [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] You already know Pan ain't flying the gram suppliers Pro Gun handles inside the top brand attire Open fire on any men in them sandals try us Problems solve em revolver got the answer by us Done deals with kingpins shook the hands of siors Big amounts swiss accounts when they handle buyers Benz tied up the landels a mansion by us Man on fire my life what every man desire Baby vampires that blow like the standing choirs Glance twice at something nice thats a chance for hire She run icecream machienes like the brand of Breyers Bitch on magazine covers with the Phantom by her Pablo Escobar safari nigga panthers tigers Serious ciphers cigar blowin with Ol Jodas He turned farmers from goat herders to boat loaders Save young girls from rape and pillage Guerrilla warfare with soldiers came to take the village Now they safe as sound founded behind the gates of Villas Chefs makin steaks with skillets Gorgeous and grown up the shapes the illest Lingerie on the maid the laces silk shit Take no time to milk If they send a pillow i blaze it kill it Oh God we face light, raise the billions G and Bill we at the Billiards Benjamin Bills caked in the millions [Hook] Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Power[Verse 1: O.C.] Behind the scene, regime calling shots We debate in front of have-nots, lost souls from back blocks Everybody in they hood feeling they all can rap Thinking it’s a way out the trap School is lame, feel it, they have nothing to gain All they know is guns and cocaine I can recall the moment, the time the suits despised rap Saying it was noise and nonsense Once it became a voice for the people They saw dollar signs, artists got signed Low-level opinionated A&R's From Arkansas had no clue what was going on Fast forward, cash out the start of minus Ten hour days, I really can’t call it Evil seeds in place, all I’m seeing is a wasteland Built off drugs, money and self-hate (Hook x2) I’ll tell you the difference between me and them They trying get they ones, I’m trying get them M's I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live Bring the power back to the street, where the people live [Verse 2: Cormega] I might front but I won’t go backward I’m every slave’s dream, I own my masters Unlike most rappers, even if I don’t go platinum I live like I did, that’s all that mattered They said I couldn't do it, I did it Independent with lyrics that don’t produce for listeners Forward music no excuses Only a chosen few show and prove it to be True to cultures influence resulted in moguls’ affluence Revolution’s the only solution Get back to basics and stop chasing illusions, of vultures looming Causing confusion, regain the focus you losing The goal’s improving, the future of our culture ensured If you're a vocally gifted artists supposed to be winning But those who be spinning are dick riding more than the women Causing division by ignoring the feelings Of fans who know what is missing Hip-hop in its purest existence (Hook x2) [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Another record label snitched, but fuck it You know it, one love kid, no I’m not doing a bid Try to throw me under the bus and ruin the kid And came back with full fronts and exclusive kicks Stays up ahead, always adapt, evolve, survive Sharpen your knives, in other words, sharpen your mind That’s your most valuable tool Always stay alerted, wide-open to learn at all time The actual truth - make opportunities happen Whether you're a full time student or rapping You’re responsible for your actions No complaints, you ain’t got no time for that Cause time’s money and you're in the red, not in the black Get it where you fit in, there's more power in packs Pop em before they pop us in a shower of gats From corporate back lots to crack spots Stock ops to chop chops Way before you popped out your mom’s box (Hook x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Habitat of The Gasmask[Verse 1: Ill Bill] It’s the habitat of the gasmask, suitcase nukes Exploding iPhones, artificial intelligence to cyborgs Every man, woman, and child shall be identified By a microchip implanted and injected in the eye Peep how they operate, beat you in the mouth with rape Fuck you in their face, bang you in their crown with shanks Navigate through crowds of snakes, pounds of shake Miles of flakes, that dickface’s smiles is fake Produce rage like Tom Morello out for scrilla Move weight like an eBay Power Seller My sounds of terror beat games Mega Therion Carry on, life is like an epic The chariots of God, lost children scheming to floss Sum up’ll cost billions, dollars in digital Monsters with pistols who transcend beyond the physical Rocket launcher missiles cruise like the words I use Until collisions prove catastrophic Satanic prophets in space capsule cockpits Watching demons and angels clashing in the moshpits Welcome to the Apocalypse, the final step, the final conflict The final concept is not death, listen… [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Everybody is a cyborg and the recession is fake They had me fucked up giving a confession to jake I ain’t wanna get knocked but I guess it was fate I’m a fallen angel, a descendant of apes I’m an ancient astronaut, I’m from the Nephilim race Biochip is here so you get arrested and raped Hitler never died, they just faked his death and escaped It was genocide but they never questioned the hate I was petrified, now I rock a vest and I’m safe And these stupid motherfuckers have obsession with faith The world’s welfare rests with the congressional snakes This is Hell here, just look at the president’s face All I saw was darkness at presidental debates My mind too strong moving at exceptional pace And the AR-15 just leveled the place Now we live in Thunderdome unacceptable place [Verse 3: Slaine] Got a crazy feeling, certain people watching me walk I’m too high to know who the fuck’s dropping me off Why the fuck my knuckles are so covered in blood Somehow I got a funny feeling that the government does Check one: no bank account, no bills in my name Check two: no jobs, taxes, or children to claim Fuck I think they can trace me, basically chase me Erase me in facing the paper they basically Made me famous, I hate this, I’m wasted I’m strapped on my back like a fucking lunatic patient I’m not going crazy, they’re swearing I’m maybe Erica, please take care of the baby Baby, don’t be hysterical, hysteria’s hazy Always knew how my mysterious ways be You just thought I was lazy on the couch Instead I was feeling the taste of the gun in my mouth Ouch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Clockwork Burgundy[Intro] Get your hands up, fast! This is a stick-up! Reach! Indeed, I shall reach! [Verse 1: Goretex] Rock Cliff Burton Vest precision murder like Phil Hartman Human delis on farragut complete with all the garnishes Left lane Belt Parkway hold the wheel yo don’t let it spill Wave a work on the rail scale then we movin’ to the Seville Mortuary gloves baggin’ dope in the vestibule Came a long way now we mix orange acid and edibles Rap Mickey Knox I’m the rabbi with the killer locks Packages of white we got our training on stove tops Likes to get her hair pulled the 80’s coke we called it Air Wolf Locked my brain in the synagogue, no candles We the Tel Aviv got me Vito Genovese Walking like Lee Van Cleef on killer keef I’m like Porky from dope fiends sell junk like Sanford Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout garbage with them packets of Pampers Serve fiends like Pete Sampras Headbands filled with coke max KD shaes no safety Uzi under the coat [Verse 2: ILL Bill] That Clockwork Burgundy, my Glock work perfectly That cop shot nervously and got popped purposely Blood bath in Living Color like Vernon Reid Sherming the weed burner with beam murder sprees Can't quit like Vincent D'Onofrio, we mafia fuck outta here make a fucking schmuck outta ya Billy from 5714 Farragut, arrogant plus talented Became a cult leader like Manson did El Magico add cats in the pastrami hole (?) Mass hooked up the root (?) It feels like Howie’s home Like ’83 in Canarsie Camaro’s on every block rest in peace to Artie I’m that innovation syntax in the matrix Witchcraft in the basements skin grafted by Satan Forever meant to destroy mics My destiny on board stripes rest in peace Sean PriceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Final Scene[Verse 1: ILL Bill] And so another adventure begins Ski slopes, skis, automatic weapons Downhill shootout with Bill, they out for vengeance Those two brothers The same two motherfuckers I mentioned In Swordfish Yeah, Isaac and Ish Ishmael is shit backwards and Isaac's a bitch I'mma kill 'em both and still be left with five in the clip These people invented and injected they mind with a chip They shot and missed almost skiing off the side of the cliff You know I shot back, Isaac was hit A bullet ricochet off of his hip Hit his brother Ish in the lip An avalanche final finished they trip Afterwards I had a ski buddy sucking me off up in the lift Fucking me off up in the whip, dusting the dips See me arriving by the hollow tunnel puffing a spliff Put a hollow tip shell in my shit Mind full of evil thoughts and my enemy's bitch [Chorus: ILL Bill] I murdered the beast with the six-fingered hand Head of a goat, seven horns Seven red bloodshot eyeballs that glow Whatta y'all know? You can practically taste the brain matter It splatters cameras: The Final Scene [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I laugh and spit in the face of death, load 'em with lead Go to the sunset on a black horse, holding his head Destroyed an army closing in, it reminded me of that time in Brazil When my government assigned me with a license to kill Fresh out of CIA torture school Taught me the most effective ways To make prisoner of war talk to you From Europe to South America, bloodbaths, kidnappings Sounds hysterical, orgies in a mansion Where the Cult Leader drained warheads For antidotes to viruses Corporate alliances, we buying shit Finance security, first-world terrorism Combined it with religion It's proven the best business Ask Osama, ask Bush, ask anybody Give me a Ferrari and box full of money A double agent with a hunger for paper Now run they payment with my gun in they faces [Chorus: ILL Bill]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Millenniums of Murder[Intro] The final moment has come [Verse 1] Worldwide violence, unified tyrants and suicide pilots Utilize science with the do-or-die mindset Step in the lion’s den, Leviathan, Orion’s head Destroy you then resurrect only to let you die again Hundred man karate rumbles, bounty hunter body doubles Jeff Hannemans with Nazi ovens, the Malachi brothers Some will eat while others die in hunger Cry and hug like when a reunited child and mother find each other Meanwhile my music incite the fans Got an army of Syko Sams to shoot your high school until the rifle jams Waiting to exhale, unexplainable chem-trails We set sail for parts unknown searching for death’s grail Stumbled to the end of the tunnel but didn’t see light Machine gun-toting Levites, suicidal Sunnis, exploding Shiites The holy man swore he seen Christ And yet still he prays to take his enemy’s life [Hook] I’ve been through centuries of fights, millenniums of murder 18 a ki' the price, defending them with burners Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous Centuries of fights, millenniums of murder 18 a ki' the price, defending them with burners Take heed to advice, these dudes is heavy earners Creeping like thieves in the night, we know we make you nervous [Sample] "They shall learn the price of their arrogance! Lock on homing devices and eradicate New York, now!" [Verse 2] Stumble in looking like Hobgoblin Lamas popping, choppers and rocket-propelled conflict Firearms create the hollow tip mosh pit Swap cars, Al-Qaeda entourage, Canarsie summertime, Chaka Kahn, Blockparty Ricardo Montalban Fuck your Fila suit, my guys shoot aliens Who try to colonize inside tubes All the while view mankind how predators define food Heard this from a Mossad dude who resembled Tom Cruise Truth-revealer, teach you how to put your kids through school With two kilos, smooth hero, drink forties and shoot Cee-Lo Fuck a bipolar, Mike Tyson fighting bolo Kid Joe buy Polo, album cover suicide photos Corporate octopus, slaughter cult conquerors War intoxicants, the Devil owns his own rocket-ships Your karma been deposited, indulge in human sacrifice where the apostles live Jeffry Dahmer’s crib, nondescript from the true horror locked within Let the eagle pop then dip, watch your mouth, you could get shot to shit Right inside your crib, fuck a 2012 Apocalypse Matter fact, open up your mouth and swallow thisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Amputated Saint[Verse 1: Ill Bill] I’m like a Viking in a submarine, or a Spartan with guns and beams Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends I be the cause of this prison riot, sworn to the Israelites Torture you with kitchen knifes, scorch you in a pistol fight I saw prophets tore from the fist of Christ Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak While she sucked her teeth, look into the light, such is life [Verse 2: B-Real] So when I hold the mic frighting day and night Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze Without any way to get out of this purple haze [Hook: Ill Bill] Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith Activate the tape, calculate the weight Single-handed with the cannon in their face Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith Activate the tape, calculate the weight Single-handed with the cannon in their face [Interlude: Ill Bill] Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over But before the CIA come to take us away Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over But before the CIA come to take us away Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze [Verse 2: Ill Bill] I ate some brownies last week and I’ve been high for days Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth It won’t freeze your nose, the shit’ll set fire to your face [Verse 3: B-Real] We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean I’m the man in all black with the hashisheen So many bags of green candy cars that lean Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it We got the greenery and the heavy machinery And life don’t mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Not Happy[VERSE 1: ILL BILL] I'm getting between your nerves like leprosy Using mental telepathy, my treachery; Stretches over centuries, I never meant to be; Reincarnated - matter of fact if it was up to me I'd wish that I had never been created Them swinging swords hoards in phycho wards Walking threw forbidden doors and then went inside of the morgue People grimace when they witness business of the bloody instance So keep your distance the smell of bodies is covered by incense I show no mercy; blood splats up on my hockey jersey Simular to physicians in rooms of emergency So fuck the gats id rather hit you with an axe Laugh while your skull cracks; but I'm still not happy [Hook] X2 ALL I REALLY WANT IS TO BE HAPPY TO FIND A LOVE THAT'S MINE IT WOULD BE SO SWEET [VERSE 2: ILL BILL] I'm turning red blood cells into dead blood cells Using microscopic utensils within your entrails Pushing the limits of your chromosomes Sitting on the throne made of humans bones Talking in my cellular phone, I walk alone Into pandemonium utilizing plutonium To build a bigger, better stronger weapon I sense the presence of great evil; so I erase And drain every bit of the power source conceivable Bringing about the beginning of ending; Sending the crucifieer; tending to your so called messiah Within the fire, I eulogize planetary demise; Felling energized as another planet dies And nothing could ever really make me give a fuck about Any thing you care about, so why even bother? The blood I spill can fill the entire new york harbour So hang the holy father and light the candelabra [Hook] X2 ALL I REALLY WANT IS TO BE HAPPY TO FIND A LOVE THAT'S MINE IT WOULD BE SO SWEET [VERSE 3: ILL] I'm slowly killing myself to live, I couldn't even begin To explain the effect of the drugs on my brain; Nothing positive can influence the trip I take I'm driven by the negativity that instigates Without a doubt the bloody body count increases You fall to pieces, my mouth releases terminal diseases And everywhere you look there's another dead fucking shnook Hanging from a bloody meat hook; I always keep a smile on my face So I can hide whats really going on inside of my mind I feel nothing and therefore I am nothing I thrive upon your suffering but theres nothing That makes me feel happpy [Hook] X2 ALL I REALLY WANT IS TO BE HAPPY TO FIND A LOVE THAT'S MINE IT WOULD BE SO SWEETEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Vio-LenceWhat up Skizz? [Verse 1: Lil' Fame] I'm from where the murderers ride If you heard that I died you probably vision me shot up And laying on the stretcher Cause I ain't the nigga that die from high blood pressure My demise in the midst of a crime go fresher Look at his eyes he's ready to die, Lord bless him It is what it’s gonna be, ain't much that worry me Can’t care whether is 20 of us or one of me Gun boys ride with us, niggas still get yapped Pistol whiped on all monitors, you know what time it is Low nigga run up, squeeze a couple shots in your shirt Touch your best out to see if it work (Brang! Brang!) My niggas get high, get drunk, go ape Whoop you out for about 20 minutes straight then we rotate Straight put the beats on em, no brakes Since way back in the days, nigga's name hold weight And we still active, still mashin' Still inspiring, still shining, still firing [Hook: Lil' Fame] Violence is a universal language Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with (Brang-brang!) We murder ya BK nigga get down, the dirtiest, we bang We give 'em the whole thang! [Verse 2: Ill Bill] I'm from where the murderers ride If you heard that I died You probably picture a hollow bursting out of a nine And splattered me when it popped, jerked me out of my prime My fam'll be mad of God, cursing out of the sky If violence begets violence and death rules everything around me Dreams are really nightmares, in King’s County And even though my daughter was born here Slaughter and war go on here You'll get your fucking wig blown off here Let's put the mirror to the violence, an electrify spirit That defines visionary riots, military science, dignitary silence Ambassadors are assassinated From the war-room to the block assassinations are created Murders are premeditated and orchestrated by a symphony conductor Sort of when sawed-offs are spraying The rhythm of the gun shots is like a song is playing Speaking in the same tongue to God like to talk to Satan [Hook] [Verse 3: Shabazz The Disciple] I'm from where the murderers ride If you heard that I died You’d probably picture me slumped over the wheel in my ride Drugs planted in the trunk, being accused of a crime Orchestrated by COINTELPRO the FBI ? all on the dashboard, cause my spirits to fly Wanna see me scalpel ride?? filled with formaldehyde Police the modern day romans, stolen profits with nines Like the prophets in black, leaders of what they prophesized Hood Christ crucified, two G’s on my side My peter’s heater a sly, cause my Judas demise I pray I look my angel of death right in his eyes You coming with me motherfucker, finish this beef in the sky These last earth memories, the sight was frightening Hear thunder when the hood Christ, striked the lightning Ain’t no fuckin hail Mary’s, is hail of slugs Brain dead on your deathbed, family pull the plug [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Debbie Abono[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Die young, leave a fast corpse Young  Abraham Ford, legendary amongst the thrash lords Crash-course  in brain surgery, gang wars and murder sprees Saints perform serpentry, paint the walls burgundy I want all the smoke, I’ll burn for all eternity After  I’m gone, the world will convert to me Severed  Heads of State, Cult Leader, crime scenes Malachi Z, my Mobb’s Deep and my mind’s free Illuminati  tried to blind me, but I see The CIA put LSD in the visine Same way they put the crack in the PJs The devil’s dick got em all on their hook like T-Pain Or  Nate Dogg, wavy in the cocaine fog But it made a great song, so it really ain’t wrong Listen, we gotta get out of our own way And you get the fuck out the way too, before the chrome spray [Hook: ILL Bill] x2 Cut off their fingers for diamond rings Their head for their chain Their wrist for their Rollie We the best in the game Listen… (record sample scratches) [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] The knife work crazy, the weaponry is extravagant You playing with the devil by being the devil's advocate Fourth-density bleed through, you hardly fathom it Allah is the creator, sustainer Akhi in aggregate These is black hills, homie, and they sure gon burn It’s nobody left breathing, no stone unturned You see four guineas creeping in a yellow Seville That mean my dogs coming after you, Cruella Deville You don’t wanna rumble with mine I will pick you mufuckas off one at a time It be head shots, homie, it’ll crumble your mind It’s a reason that nobody tryna fuck with you, slime A hundred fathoms down, was found in a deep ocean Too many mufuckas is wolf in a sheep clothing The mantequilla yellow and the champagne black Pussy, don’t say something that you can’t take back [Hook: ILL Bill] x2 Cut off their fingers for diamond rings Their head for their chain Their wrist for their Rollie We the best in the game Listen… (record sample scratches)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Getcha Shit Together[Intro:] ILL Bill: You put that compressor shit on? Q-Unique: No doubt, son [Verse 1: ILL Bill] I seen my worst nightmares come true Seen horrifying scenarios out my mind become realities truth Have faith in nothing at all worship the Gods of Death Seek bloodshed and murder until my dying breath [Verse 2: Q-Unique] So let’s inhale the Toxic Avenger Squeeze the nickel play the trigger with the shot that’ll end ya Call for a State of Emergency, gamma rays burning at third degree Little children running off to play in the murder scene [Verse 3: ILL Bill] My words will be like murder movies slashing the She-Devil Freddie Krueger vs Jason, trash and the speed metal Thrashers with afros leather jackets and denim vests Magnums and Tec's, Black Sabbath patches and meth [Verse 4: Q-Unique] A package of death as clear as blue crystal I’m a savage distress and attack with two pistols I’m an American Sniper that’s going American Psycho Kept in an American cage like a freak in a sideshow [Verse 5: ILL Bill] Mind gone like a Satanist plotting a child’s sacrifice Meet the grown-up version of child Anti-Christ Listen here dear we triple-six like a stripper with her nipples pierced Pistoleers (?) pistols whistle crystal clear [Verse 6: Q-Unique] But I’m distorted in sound recorded before you was found Dismembered and slaughtered, tortured and tossed on the ground The homies are odd and twisted Loki the God of Mischief Learn the murder squad above the hood bombed the misfitsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Don’t Know How Long It’s Gonna LastYou know, the funniest thing happened to me today. A girl on that line when I was picking up my methadone, she was getting her methadone after me, she said hey, it’s unbelievable. You got some body. The shit it takes, it keeps bouncing back. You know what I mean? I have seizures three times a fucking week, an overdose once a week, every week. I wake up in the emergency room a minimum of two times a week. You know what I’m saying? And I, my body just recuperates. I don’t know how. But I don’t know how long it’s gonna last, soEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Murder ’93MURDER, MURDER, MURDER KILL, KILL, KILL Murder, murder hehehehe, murder MURDER, MURDER, MURDER KILL, KILL, KILL "At first I harass them, then I murder them" (X 2) Last night a bitch bust my crib and found a carcass Tried to press charges But I walked free regardless Like, Tony Montana My trigger finger got stamina You mess around and I'll BLAM BLAM in ya Ramming your body parts down the cindering slots I'm chopping your off then drop your pieces off a rooftop Re-animator Creator of the murder data The Terminator I murder, then I see you later Living dead, stomping the streets of Brooklyn like a zombie I come to eat your brain like a piece of salami Contaminate you like a biohazard Because I'm a sick bastard 2000 maniacs call me master And they obey everything I say, no question Suicide, plus more confession maintain aggression Mr. Ill Bill brings your body to the blood feast I'm the piece of corps condemned great tooled priest Bodies, on top of bodies I instigate mutilation Under federal investigations Kathy Pears disappeared like all the children 2000 maniacs locked in my building [Chorus X 2] I get hyper with a butcher knife and a hash pipe But pack with parts all my brain cells apart Assorted body parts I'm starting to stab and chop up Cover the floor with plasma, then I mop up Unless I get dressed to kill when I spill You guts Ill Bill the butcher ghost doesn't do manorial Chop chop then pop, with the Glock Go get my clip, then flip and pop pop pop pop Goes my gat I'm flipping psychopathic spastic drastic Nuclear plastic putting people to caskets All of a sacrifice I'm gentle like Charles Manson Crematoria people sleeps in a glancing Ashes burnt, ?-----? Undead, humanoid end of the sent a laving Like leukaemia, fights chemo therapy The brain cancer, extravaganza Directs me, infects me Condemns me to the Brooklyn floors Like price my pounce are stripes two heads like spikes Make nice, nice since I got a nadge to grind I blind kids by poking out their eyes with my knifes So, die, die, die, drop dead, die You painted my face, popsicles to my brain Bronchitis, septic virus, verbal colitis Bottom strides Girls get on top of guys Beyond the graves, slash in a bloodbath Bubble, bubble toys bring trouble Zombies arrive, and you'll all be adopted Strapped with gats so - step - BACK [Chorus] I been twisting fresh hits and grotesque torsions I use a chainsaw, when I'm performing an abortion I stack up bodies so back up , before I make my hatchet hack up And use your lifeblood's to grease the track up I grab you then I stab you in the skull with a scalpel Make your brain madder flatter and some part of rather doubtful Blood everywhere and your hardly even breathing I kick you to the face and make the flat line even There's no tomorrow I'm the hardest stir of sorrow Beyond the gates and wait backwards like Bizarro Bizarre, strange, got maggots in my brains Faggots roll down the hill and burn, burn in the FLAMES [Chorus X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can’t Live Like This[Hook: Everlast] (x2) I can't live like this no more They know my name at the liquor store I get high, give dick to hoes I can't live like this no more [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Lost in the bottle, of course I'm the bottom of the barrel No apparel except for being a loser and an asshole Trust in drugs, arrogant, they keep me happy The same thing that's killing me is the same thing that traps me It transports me, sometimes it transforms me So I feel like I'm getting a blowjob in a porn scene Sometimes I feel like I'm a millionaire with no worries A lazy fuck stuck on the couch in no hurry No ambition, no plans or future Got two bitches pregnant at the same time One is due in a month, the other in a week They don't even know about each other And I don't even love either of them And I'm a piece of shit, a real piece of work A womanizer, it's a wonder that my penis even works This sore throat won't go away, I go to see the doctor Only to find out that I'm dying with the monster [Hook: Everlast] (x2) I can't live like this no more They know my name at the liquor store I get high, give dick to hoes I can't live like this no more [Verse 2: Slaine] Yeah, Bacardi bottles litter the floor, bicker with whores Liquor in drawers, the alcoholic sticking up stores Scratch tickets is all losers, owe 30 to the bookie He wanna murder me, I'm up inside a dirty pussy Warts burned off my dick by a doctor, I'm sick I keep chasing dreams that I'm not gonna get I might as well spend my days in a bottle Night inside a cell doing coke and steroids got my body hot as hell I'll probably rot in Hell, yeyo that I gotta sell Is all sniffed, my future is dog shit My best friend's a dope fiend and he can't get off it My music is in the trash, I can't turn a profit I just drank every dollar that I murdered off it My brain keeps leaking like a turning faucet I'm sneezing for no reason with a burning nostril I started off being decent now I'm turning hostile [Hook: Everlast] (x2) I can't live like this no more They know my name at the liquor store I get high, give dick to hoes I can't live like this no moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pentagram[Intro:] The pentagram has always been used, Satan worship, satanic worship, the five pointed pentagram And if you take the arms off of the pentagram, you have a pentagon And the United States' Pentagon is sitting exactly to north, aiming to north of the north star Thuban Which is drawing power, according to the ancient egyptians for, for the god of war [Verse 1: Ill Bill] Anton LaVey Fu Manchu facial hair Goons with the hateful stare Move with palatial flare Young Gary Busey but carry an Uzi Young Cosby, hairy pussys and strawberry roofies Young Ozzy, young pentagram, young Robby Double septagram, rest in power to Prodigy My living dead is like a snake on Medusa's head Killers laugh like snakes while they shoot you dead Billions drop brainwashed by foolish trends Ha, [?] spray Glocks at you, shoot his head Rest in power to Sean Price Salute to my brother Vinnie, we all nice I'm like Scorpio from Dirty Harry I prefer it [?] I'll be murder happy I'm the sorcerer supreme You'll be murdered in your nightmares and tortured in your dreams [Hook x4] A little drug money never really hurt nobody, nobody [Verse 2: Goretex] They call me Captain Trips, Young Jerry A hundred hits pure lysurgeon Weed immersive, I roam the streets scheming for bleeding virgins Use detergent and bundles and isotol, monsters brawl Caprichaun and the goat Young pentagram and matzah balls Me and Bill rock wigs like Abel Ferrara The coke cabo wabo private jet papi got the dope from heron From Gustava, rocking Iommi jackets, fat mattress Set a church on fire with catholics Another one of my rackets Rock a sadie shirt murder scene, bloody shades of dirt I'm like a pagan cloak, 3:15 evade your turf Tie your father up, and get the Tokyo blade, its double serrated Make his flesh a mess, sizzle like a slab of bacon Buck 50 for the dope the pelicon took, mexican cooks, Billy Idol with heroin hooks Flying Vs through your molly bags, running through customs Got 40 pounds covered in polly bag, you started from nothing [Hook x4]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy GoonsdayYeah. William cutting, check it There's three stages of Free Masons Green papers written in diseased hatred Be patient, wait for the egyptian translation David and Goliath at war, achieve greatness Seen agents with biological agents in briefcases Holy shit homie, this ain't what the prophecies of the Bible said Leviathan, a cross between lucifer and a scientist Sitting in a pentagram, octagon Reading from the necronomicon with octomom ?fuck the fembot that shot Oscar Goldman My operation costs six billion Goddamnit you should've told them who I am Ill Bill, goonsday, it's doomsday The Forty-deuce black hebrew goonface, my tool spray It takes forty-two muscles to frown And only four to click the trigger of a four-pound I'm falling down My bullets'll melt your face like the end of Raiders Pop your fucking cranium open like a baked potatoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Name’s Bill{*scratched by DJ Eclipse*} Ill Bill, spit the real What the dilly yo? The name's Bill What up Bill! [Verse 1] Dropping screen tanks, driving cars Jack you out your green Benz Drop the top, take a deep breath then I begin The way the world bounces Fuck a nickel bag, we burn ounces You a gangsta? Fuck shootin' you, we burn houses Have you runnin' out your crib, butt naked with a half a brick Hangin' out your asshole, lookin' like an asshole Fussin' with me, guarantee homicide Devil and God collide Why you wanna make your mamma cry? Hang you with shoelaces, Doomsday A free thinker, squeeze the trigger like its tooth paste The game's different now, the rules changed It's like who's broke and who's paid? Who's dope and who's played? Who's smoke and who's sprayed? [Hook] [Verse 2] Reverse a back exit Drive ya car, jack you out your black Lexus Drop the top and sell crack wreckless A loaded gun's cool, but yo I wanna own a judge too A gun plus a judge equals blow me and fuck you Get it where you fit in Cause dummy recognize dummy Pussy recognize pussy And money recognize money Gangsta recognize gangsta And you faggets is funny Tens years slangin' crack and you cats is still bummy Whack rappers I be snatchin' your fade Snathin' your chains, snatch up all your ice Then empty my gat in your brain You never heard of me? Word, you cats is insane Ill Bill motherfucker, dare to challenge the name [Hook] [Verse 3] Bless the Lord in heaven Try to hijack a seven-forty-seven A terrorist, hardcore forever These other cats is makin' dance-music My music make you bust gats to it Shoot at your feet to make you dance to it Bill's Ill, Bill smoke weed, Bill smoke blunts Bill guzzle Hennessey and Bill smoke dust Bill hates cops, still gots to get my props Don't get too close because you might get shot [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spumoni Gardens[Intro: Uncle Howie and ILL Bill] Howie: It's good, it's good, making some money illegally, you know, like always Bill: Illegally? Howie: Always [Verse 1: Q-Unique] This is target practice Guerilla warfare black market tactics Biblical secret scrolls hidden in the federal building Uncover the mystery with meddling children [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Devilish villains, a violation, entire nations rise, tides are changing Annihilation of the sky when my mind is racing I place a cruise of calm in the white station Vibrations through my arm when the nine's blazing [Verse 3: Q-Unique] It’s mine's for the taking, I point the snub nose Pull out the bamboo, homie, and get your drugs rolled The bundle of dimes hit the corner with the stash I’m in front of the line like the shortest in the class [Verse 4: ILL Bill] Get the torture goons with caps, crews attack with the Uzi clap Swiss-cheese you up, make you do a foolish dance My nine will make you lambada, my pistol make you do the limbo My Mac-11 make you do the windmill [Verse 5: Q-Unique] It’s simple, I’m with Slippin’ Jimmy scheming on the cash Wear a mask made for skiing demons armed with gats Wanna cosplay and slay with the steel? I’m a real Rocksteady against the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D [Verse 6: ILL Bill] Satan is real, Lucifer’s a shooter, put a bullet in your Buddha Kill your idol with the Ruger and a little humor Get a hollow but creep stealthily, away to Cuba Drink a bottle of chemotherapy and spit a tumor [Verse 7: Q-Unique] Spread a rumor about a terrorist organization Beheading consumers with the president’s authorization Sleeper cells kept in a basement deep as hell Trigger the hammer, smack the primer and heat the shell [Verse 8: ILL Bill] Enter the dragon, splash the face and take a seat to chill You could throw away the motherfucking key, keep the bail Keep my confiscated cocaine, read my mail Sell my story to Martin Scorsese and grieve my taleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When I Die (OG Version)[Intro: Uncle Howie] You know, the funniest thing happened to me today. A girl on that line when I was picking up my methadone, she was getting her methadone after me, she said hey, it’s unbelievable, you got some body. The shit it takes, it keeps bouncing back. You know what I mean? I have seizures three times a fucking week, an overdose once a week, every week. I wake up in the emergency room a minimum of two times a week. You know what I’m saying? And I... My body just recuperates. I don’t know how. But I don’t know how long it’s gonna last, so... [Verse 1: ILL Bill] I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like hell on earth without you near I named my daughter after you So when she smiles it's sorta like you're still here It's kinda crazy how time flies Twenty-five years since my grandmoms died But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last me forever And yet you're still here somehow, I still feel your presence I credit you for my inner strength, I feel it in my essence In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence Every verse I've ever written, your energy is kinetic Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die [Instrumental break] [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I left you outside the gates of heaven, they wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like hell on earth without you near I named my label after you So when I rhyme it's sorta like you're still here It's been a year, still in shock about exactly what happened to you Made a song for you called "My Uncle" I was just rapping to you - Just talking to you I just saw you at my mother's house I can't believe I just bought a coffin for you We always feared that you would die from an overdose God knows you loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole But in the end, drugs didn't kill you, cancer did Why do good people die young? I don't know what the answer is All I know is I worshiped you as a scrappy kid Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did And that's pretty fucking cool, trust me I was embarrassed when you started smoking crack Honestly, it crushed me - Swept it under the rug Started smoking weed and popping acid But managed to not do the uglier drugs We grew apart after my grandmother died Homeless, in and out of jail We stopped relating to each other's lives But years later, we connected once again Not just as nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die [Instrumental outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Suck My DickYou don't like ILL Bill you can suck my dick You don't like Non Phixion you can suck my dick You don't like my dawg Pro you can suck my dick You don't like Necro you can suck my dick You don't like Beat Down you can suck my dick You don't like Uncle Howie you can suck my dick You don't like J Grand you can suck my dick Suck my dick Bitch, you can suck my dick! [Verse 1] I keeps it gully, peep the skully I poke you, I throw a hole through your whole shit I leave you looking like a blood transfusion gone bad With no dick, you a hoe, bitch The only thing you know is you don't know shit And that's a good thing, peep the heat the hood bring I be in Brooklyn and everybody know my crew sling 'nough drugs, we 'nough thugs with 'nough guns The only thing you faggot cats pull out is butt plugs I got this coke-head lesbian bitch that blow head That'll shoot you in the dick point-blank range then jet The gangster of love, grimy like Sanford and Son My magnum's a drug, splatter you then dance in your blood I bust repeatedly, I always knew that God hated me, created me Threw me on a planet that's afraid of me My date of birth will be the day the Earth learn to hate love At fourteen is when I first heard Reign in Blood At fifteen is when I first start to play with guns At seventeen I ate my first blunt laced with dust At twenty-one I Shot Reagan and made the papers, son My life is Non Phixion, sex, drugs and laser guns Love junkie drug producer, I fucked Medusa plus her two sisters My clique is murderous, your crew's bitches Confused victims walk around wounded and oozing liquids Shoot you then threw the biscuit In the dumpster, flew to Kingston I fucked Halle Berry in the bathroom during the Grammy's Then ate Roumanian steak at Sammy's We rhyme like we never got paid yet, I face death Smiling, I die in a shootout with eight feds Mr. ILL Bill assassinate character witnesses In courtrooms in front of the judge and jury and their kids I'm like the side of the Force that the righteous man walks With a big pistol cocked the fuck back when I talk MOTHERFUCKERS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Enemy (Remix)[Ill Bill] A general can never live with the shame of defeat Play the position the same way in the street, labeled a creep Raised in the ways of the deep thinkers at the same time I learned the most valuable things From an uncle leaving syringes stuck in his veins Heroin dreams, cocaine wishes Seen a dope fiedn suck a dog's dick for a fix and It's twisted and sick on this immaculate planet on which we live That's why I keep a black bag of ammonia by my side ever since Hollow tip shells, one in the chamber Sign my name in blood, smudgen the paper Too many crab motherfuckers and haters Looking at me like I fucked their moms Till they wind up hog-tied in the trunks of their cars It ain't no sunshine, I can smell the jealousy and envy You're thinking my glass is half full, I'm thinking it's half empty I think above the law, surpass insanity Smear your blood on the wall like the Manson Family Watch your mouth you don't know me homie Ill Bill, inappropriate like holding a baby, smoking a bogie Blow your brains out; leave you with an empty head, cause I'm a muthafucking villain like MC Ren [Hook 2X: Ill Bill] I live the same life you lead, breathe the same air you breathe We similar, but no, you my enemy Bang the fuck out in the street, hold the block down with heat We similar, but no, you my enemy [Raekwon] From every valley all the way to the valley is where allies live With 40 Calies, selling drugs, winging Denalies Where coke comes in big ol trucks Dickies, white tees, authentic Chucks Stashes in the floors for the cause A lot of rap killers is lurking, base heads chirping All these police workers got they hats backwords in black hoods I'm guarded like the Pope up in Rome Slight cough, rhyming through phones, pyjama sets, talking to Ton' I live through my family Civilians and loved ones gave drugs and slayed for my paper Working under some fakers I recognize the power of loyalty comes from the wants and needs Everything else, black? Self-explanatory Take it back to Timexes and Outies Pushing through 1-39th, seeing Spanish, Jesus and Ralphie You know when we came we was holding Besides bread, it was lead Go head, search us, guns is by the shoulders We countin' every one in the back of the store Different whores will jump out, different walls smelling like cum Nowadays niggas know hustling Yeah, go head, tell it wrong and get jinxed by the FBI Word to every kingpin's wish Move humble and hard, play the right men, slay the right bitch Through the mix of concurrent drama We honor niggas that died, got trapped up and fell behind karma This real nigga lecture his destiny Play the perfect hand of perfection, everything's a blessing at heart I sat back like the giant from start, play number two position learn To listen, gamble insmarts Now we pushing from town to town Realizing credit's the shit, but can't trust no niggas around I try to establish life on my own, blaze a hundred bones And think, I'm painting by the second, it's on Yo, call the flag of a Muslim son, who base his life on guns and murder Free business, handling chumps Now alot of niggas is gone, sleeping on the Rican on the catwalk Hawk on his leg, back on his own A wise man set up for failure [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo, untie him man [Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bora Bora Aura[Intro] Mr Briganti, there's a problem with Mr Kleinfelt What kinda problem? He's in the bathroom, fuckin' Stef! (Hahaha) So what's the problem? Good for him! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeaah! We back motherfucker! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Bill, talk to ‘em! [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Take your Jesus piece (truck) jewels Gucci links, my shooters blaze through But they don’t give a fuck who they hit The mop long like the scope on a street sweeper With the robe of the Grim Reaper Gorilla Pimp Preacher spits ether Revolvеr (twirler) flash like a cursed murdеr (cast) This happen when murder raps converge with Lysergic tabs A Brand They Can Trust, doing something satanic on dust And they don’t pay the ransom they fucked Give me [???] Spray chrome on plain clothes Say hoes with shotgun shells the size of eggrolls Minus the duck sauce Get your face sliced the fuck off Like it was in the yard up north, tryin’ to pop off Philly [??] a problem doin’ molly in Cabo Smoke pot with McConaughey, [bauding] on baubles [So I ain't monologues] flying tomahawks, cyborgs The skies is blinding with [?? dogs] and fiery flyin’ swords [Chorus: Tony Yayo] x2 Nothin’ but gang police at them funerals I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin’ through Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora Niggas be on live, I got a different aura [Verse 2: Nems] Yeah – You got the aura of a sixty year old dyke I got the aura of a twenty three year old Mike, walkin’ to the fight Was on my feet, twenty three year old Mike This the big Gorilla, Fuck Ya Life I’m the nicest comin’ out of this new shit (That’s a fact!) Oh you think you wavy, throw you off of a cruise ship Right hook, left hook, boom, bipp, oh shit! Punch you in your face you’ll fuck around and do two flips (Goddamn!) Off a balcony (Yup!) You never could amount to me (Never!) My chain cost two birds (What’s that?) Call that Falconry (Yup!) Gorilla Monsoon then Gorilla Twins How the fuck is you still doubting me? Your girl put her mouth on me (Gunther!) Yeah I had that bitch swallowing sax (Rah) (Facts!) And I don’t even follow her back (Rah) (Wooh!) You at the gym shootin’ ‘roids in your [traps] I’m at LMB’s gettin’ fat (Rrrraaaah!) [Chorus: Tony Yayo] x2 Nothin’ but gang police at them funerals I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin’ through Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora Niggas be on live, I got a different aura [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Thirty rounds go into the Mac and if you not said one you walkin’ into a trap (Stupid motherfucker) I give you a choice pussy, stool, pigeon or rat It’s a harbinger of death to hear the clickity clack Y’all is always sayin’ somethin’, y’all swear y’all scrap (Nah) And I’m tired mafuckers and the graveyard packed (It’s bodies everywhere) Take ya body, make it handicapped Ten toes down, ain’t movin’ from where I’m standin’ at (Nah) Put a rack on his head, I’ll toupee ya (Hahaha) Odds are I’m Arch Julius Cesar the Soothsayer (Yeah) I tried to help you out and do you a lil’ favor Now you get a shot to the stomach, induced labor (Boom, boom boom, boom) It’s hard to breathe here, need a oxygen flask Have you hooked into a breathing tube, oxygen mask I got some mafuckers eager to clap (We got the shooters) It’s thirty inside this mafucker, clean up your act, toma! [Chorus: Tony Yayo] x2 Nothin’ but gang police at them funerals I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin’ through Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora Niggas be on live, I got a different aura [Outro] Motherfucker! ILL Bill, Gorilla Motherfuckin' Nems, Vinnie Paz, Tony Yayo Brrrrrrrraaao!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Impaled Nazarene[Intro] You have seen, you cannot deny it any longer [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Walt Disney was fuckin' Nazi, Illuminati killed Mike Jackson Barack Obama aware of all their precise action Look at the dollar bill, they want the fuckin' light blackened Y’all too stupid and blind to see what might happen The symbolism from beginning of recorded times And Hinduism and the spinning of distorted minds You believe it when the television report the crime Well I believe that that’s irrelevant and falsified Where was Jesus in the Bible for seventeen years? He was in Tibet and India and they were his peers He also lived in the Himalayas and Kashmir He survived the crucifixion and lived for mad years They like the idea of war between Arab and Jew They like the idea of slaughter and massacre too Knowledge is infinite, it’s something you have to pursue I pray to God on the Shabbat for a pacifist coup [Interlude] To most people who would consider themselves intelligent beings they say well that’s absurd. What’s all this doomsday stuff? [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Born in the Sudan, raised in America Aged seven in a new land, raised by the Seraphim Learned Islam and Mitzrayim, amongst the pyramids dragged by em From the Nile River later reminisced and drank wine Return to childhood and crime Did an upstate bid for three years, out on parole, now the world is mine Created his own movement in ‘69 Nubian Hebrew Mission had arrived, he’s alive Changed his name to Isa Abdullah Many times after that legally changed his name several times Level nine, Jackie and The Starlights, made music with passion Rolls-Royce elegant fashion ready for action Descendant of aliens from another planet They said Christ was underhanded Like King Solomon with many wives Under marriage many seeds many heirs to the throne Ready to die and forever it’s told Similar to this eleven year old After being gang-raped at eight memorized the testament scrolls Front to back he recited the Bible, word for holy word Passion of the Christ on arrival The Branch Davidians took him in then he took em over Claiming the name of David from the book of Jehova You’d have thought that he’s from Brooklyn how he had it all sewn up Till the ATF had him blown up out in Waco [Outro: David Koresh] So you know you guys, do it your way, I do it my way. You gonna argue with me, you catch me on the side of the road somewhere, you come and argue with me. You come pointing guns in the direction of my wife, my kids, damn it I’ll meet you at the door any time. And I’m sorry some of you guys got shot but uh hey, God will have to sort that out, won’t he?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m From Brooklyn(Verse 1: Ill Bill) Brooklyn be billions and billions, I be Brooklyn Bill It was Brooklyn where my uncle got hooked on krillz A billion warped thoughts travel through the grime in his mind A billion wars fought between crime designed in the devine A billion seconds ago, it was nineteen fifty-nine A billion minutes ago, Jesus Christ was alive A billion hours ago, we were living in the stone ages A billion dollars, the definition what cocaine is This be a Brooklyn thing where Kings stampede We got hundreds of greedy geniuses that get that cream Acopolco Gold grab dutches at the bodega Stuntin' in stashed Air Maxes, those are my most favourite We met fanphibian, fucked up, I need lithium Sabotage my life with northern lights and pifium I been the illest William since Billy D Sold Colt 45 of TV, it's really me, Billy Brooklyn (Chorus X 3) This is Brooklyn Br-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn I'm from BBr-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn Br-br-br-br-br-Brooklyn (Verse 2: Mr Metaphor) Yeah, you love the way I'm a burrough sound chopped up Fuck around, that's exactly how you found, chopped up In Gowanus Canal with a sock in your mouth inside a hefty bag Looking like Oscar the Grouch No future, It's Apocalypse Now You get blasted off, rocketship stlye Brooklyn bad, the beautiful, the bomb Its musical charm and I ain't talking Louie Vatton I'm talking Tim boots, baseball caps, and facemasks Polo patches, skully caps, and nap sacks Fat sacks of weed, half black and Japanese Drug pushers turning cats to catastrophe It ain't the movies, you ain't gonna believe Outsiders try to enter but they ain't gonna leave (Chorus) (Verse 3: Brooklyn Academy) I learned how to survive on the crossroads of a street and an avenue Where kids brawl over stick ball and use a bat for beating you black and blue Little bastards that would laugh at you if you were sweeter than passion fruit Until your heart hardens on the streets with the Brooklyn attitude And we would rumble like the Jets and the Sharks But on Friday the spics and white chicks had sex in the park And we didn't give a fuck from which section you are But if you gonna step to somebody, you step with some heart When we travel from Longbow to Marcey, from Partsworth to Canarsie The strong and thorough made a name like John Turtturo Our block was born so you'd lock your doors of fear of knocks The birthplace of 2Pac Shakur This is Brooklyn, the shots ? like poker face Carve your skin like a Jack-o-lantern and crack jokes like Adam Sandler Commit a crime with an open case, robbing armoured cars With the warrant squad chasing you in the dark through Prospect Park (Chorus) (Verse 4: Brooklyn Academy) The Dodger's first home where I bought my first phone I had my first ? , where I broke my first bone Flipped my first nick, where I got my first girlfriend to suck her first dick Where I ate Section 8, where I took my first shit Where I had my first fight, where I joined my first gang Where I first broke night, hold tight, it's where I dropped my first shroom Where I took my first bump, where I heard my first tune thump Out Jamel's first Maxima trunk, after that, matter fact Actual fact, it's where I first landed a track in the lab with the AK The land that I rep go like ? I fight for it like a Palestenian with a stone B-R double O-K Corral where the illest MC could come spit a loser's morale The most popular burrough where everyone wants to stay My home, our zone, all hail BK (Chorus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The 3 Wise Men(Verse 1: Ill Bill) I never liked Imus, always thought he was a dickhead The media want to try to censor my lyrics instead I'd be a fucking idiot if my lyrics didn't reflect the pain caused By a world-wide business of death Blowjob from your mother and wife at the same time Sit back, recline with my cocaine rhymes Heroin beats Like Extra P, let the rhythm hit 'em Terrible heat Relentlessly, effortlessly hit them Street villainess We the chosen of man Now, get in the van I get it cookin' like meth in a pan Tie your arm up with a belt and inject in a scab Round trip to the drug spot set in a cab Rolling Stone concert flicks, thousand dollar chips Model chicks with a ton of tits and hypnotic hips Get sprayed at your table at the Babylon club Left dazed, mangled, disabled, and splattered in blood (Verse 2: O.C.) Me and Bill are both martyrs Flows so similar to Harvard books inside libraries One step beyond smarter Cajun hot, we throw it up like a half-court lob into the quarter when the shot clock does 'em So sick, fuck around, become a victim Don't blame me, young cats put themselves in this position You're facing a dilemma There's no telling when you might end up face off with a nutcase and a sinner Embrace this and parish, face that shows terror No punches or edits, I rival up the devil I walk past everything falls dead Verbally spreading my medula Ho store beats release unchained mechanics In the form of bar with the music Join us and permantly sleep cause your appointment Two guns, me, O.C and bill, we're double-jointed (Verse 3: Jeru The Damaja) The rhyme alchemist, hip hop scientist Mix bombs in a lab like an Al Quada terrorist My shit narcotic from start to finish I knock out so many teeth I get kick backs from dentists I feed MC's to the vultures, man While their chicks' asses up in the air like Shin Chan Wanna test this? Have a good medical plan Cause I bash you in the dome like Captain Caveman And this dope's a billion bucks a gram I wipe the blood off my mic and fuck a female fan You never thought you'd see me, Bill, and O on a track So dope The DEA thought it was crack When it comes to rockin a mic I do work So many exotic feats they call me Captain Kirk Shit-faced like the jerk My shit's a street sweeper, but your shit just squirt > > Lyrics posted by Heroin4yourears < The Cycle[Verse 1: William Cooper] You can hear the strings of the violin welcome me in Feels like the pain under your skin when you livin’ in sin Sounds of a dirty syringe, heroin gon’ swim Polluting the souls of the project kids Born to drug fiends, growin’ up to jail bids Broken dreams and promises fuel gang violence and Pigs always show up when the guns is done firing Another family crying, another funeral Another retaliation, another burial And that cycle gonna continue until you see the God in you Kings and queens of the earth with a lethal virtue Crack rocks shape the block like an earthquake do Drive-bys in the hood with the plates removed Bandanna gun handle for the flag you choose Putting they conscience to sleep when them hammers is used Penetrate the penitentiary swallowing balloons Poison the prison system crushed glass in your food [Hook: William Cooper] History repeats itself (The Cycle) Kids having kids killing kids (The Cycle) Drug addiction gettin’ passed down through the umbilical Until you wake up you’re just a slave to the cycle [Verse 2: ILL Bill] You can hear the snatch of click like hollow tips when you fillin’ the clip Hundred dollar spliffs spillin’ the piff You don’t even get high anymore barely feelin’ the lift You need a whole fifth of whisky to drift Take it back to the cycle that twist (?) Like a python to eat itself to muffle it's hiss n a puddle of piss Self-destructive pitch drunk in the whip Jump the curb struck a bitch and hit her mother and her kid Ain’t nothing new under the solar system Cause even in the summer time the soul of the street is ice cold like winter Deep freeze like 40 below booze (?) And no more fights around here no more the shorty’s all shoot Three sixty round table Shot with a three-pound four Gs is piece and the cable (?) Different generation same shit though Same blood thirst, same ignorance Same motivation when the gun bursts [Hook: William Cooper] [Verse 3: Trife Diesel] It’s like a cycle Some will go home some will go witness Like somebody gotta lose in order for you to win You got your delicate predicate felons who couldn’t swim Got caught up in a tide now he’s facing a five to ten Try to game but who sayin’ bucks you slang dusk (?)* Now you came up get * You can’t trust niggas around who permanently press you These niggas bank for they colors but they don’t really rep you Hang you out to dry, got they crooked eyes all in your spot Airing out your dirty laundry now they all in your socks Wolves in sheep clothing, heat holding, calling the cops Got the police rolling out of (beats) controlling the block You was on top now you in a box caged in Through the years full of cheer now your world’s caved in Born and raised in a family of made * ?? A cycle's still repeated at the day's end and grey jims (?) [Hook: William Cooper]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Apocalypse Now[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] Religion makes God the biggest reason for war Before money and the power Your hour of death was blessed a little more Rigor Mortis, bullets come like a killer chorus Humming songs to the afterlife like psycho artists My mind roams where the street’s heart is I give my life to my people till I end up in a stone garden Or hanged before I take a king’s pardon If the grounds keep it street style Will bet my the crowd it’s started My sick squadron raised in Hell’s cauldron In the belly of the beast where we’re murdering a pig sergeant Blue soldiers walk in red paths with death masks We’ll see it all in ceremony, massacres with bloodbaths As long as Apocalypse Now, surreal battles in the end of time Done Francis Coppola style Ain’t no other way of stopping this trial The dark only with the lights till my last breath I’m wiping 'em out [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Stolen black American Express card, drop bombs with it God did it, here to blow up your fucking cars with it Life’s cheap over here, I go to sleep no problem After revolvers blow out what’s in between your ears Scream to your ancestors, I pray to energy in the shape of an AK-47 Blam faster than hand-cannons Damned families curse armies, kidnap generals Watch 'em drown in the concrete Grim reaper with the street sweeper when I creep up Around the bend, found ten million in a green truck The war chest, more death, more murder, more meth More money, more weapons, more gangs, more sex Morphine, methadone, heroin, and Viacom Anti-brainwash, I leave the ground poured with riot cops Notorious, scandalous, keep on banging, bitch Ill Bill psycho-realm, Brooklyn to Los Angeles [Verse 3: Q-Unique] The ghetto bird flies over the depths of extremes in search of a fugitive Cornered with coke and burst into a shooting fit Q the urban guerilla trained in the (?) projects Heaven’s terrorist, forever your God gets bomb threats The face of the trifle spic, the brain of a rifle click The rain and the lightning split on the frame of a sniper’s spit The camouflage blam from the hands of God withstanding y’all To be in branded in the sand by the vandal squad I’m a freedom fighter with a weakness for Brazilian waxed putas The back of the botanica (?) They got the block taped off with no ways to escape or break off In a chase with the state porks have walked into a face-off Their eyes wide, they might try it Cut the gun and get their sides fired And if they’re gonna run they’re only gonna die tired Q-Unique the evil Anakin eyes bloodshot red Face your demise on the other side of my gunshot deadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Violent Times(Verse 1: Slaine) Oh I'm in love with the drugs, I'm in love with the women I've got "Drugs, Money, Sex." tattooed on my arm and I take it from coast to coast Yeah, this time is really rainin' on me, I've got no cover The only one who thinks I'm handsome is my own mother The street game is a bitch and I don't love her When you dope they jones so I keep my poems gutter I speak clearly into mics and I don't stutter These other clowns talk loud and they won't shut up I have declared war therefore from here on There ain't no army that can attack that I ain't prepared for I am in rare form, scarin' the norm All night long 'til I disappear in the dawn In between heaven and hell, my spirit is torn Between the Virgin Mary and fly hookers wearing a thong I'm on so many drugs that my eyes are blurry But they still can't hide or disguise my fury He who lives life slow will die in a hurry Live by the gun, you fire in a violent flurry (Chorus) We're livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine cause I'm Livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine (Verse 2: Sick Jacken) Well underground like the freedom movement See our car in the street, salute it These are bars from the psycho unit We stay strong despite the lack of union Cops throw us in the jail like the camps in Munich Exiled in the palace of the most polluted Fallen stars from ghetto spars and block shootings Another soldier taken away to stop you and us from improving It almost seems change is just an illusion I'm losing my life before my pride I'm a student of the revolution Put me in a noose if I'm a nuisance Give me a truce or get strong abuse from troops That wanna break loose from the force you're using We're rebelling in the form of music Speak truth and I hope you use it It's a sore world how Bush views it We gotta take the power back and get through this If not, there's no future for our kids, get to it (Chorus) (Verse 3: Ill Bill) It was the first robbery of 2006 Banana clips, a couple cops got shot Listen to the sound of the police when the bullet rips through his knot You hear nothing, just another tear drop in the plot Another kid gets killed by a stray bullet Another grandmother cries in the pulpit It's bullshit, we need more justice of the people Yet we sell drugs even though we know it's evil It's a way lot more complicated than that And that's why half the projects gravitated to crack Nowdays the hustle game is all fucked up Have you up state, doing 15 years for nothing Not guilty were the first ones with good alibies Cops is pissed, they got the whole hood paralyzed Fuck all of y'all, prosecutors never can hurt me Cause I've got big retainers with the best attorneys (Chorus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Howie Made Me Do It[Hook: Steven King] I hear loud niggas talking but they don’t really want it My gauge’ll blow your motherfucking brains out Soon as you act retarded the gat’ll start sparking I’ll show you what my motherfucking name bout I’mma do what I gotta do, I ain’t taking no shorts And get away clean cause I paid off the courts It’s real, duke, I ain’t playing, this shit ain’t a game I’mma burn you to flames cause Howie made me do it [Verse 1: Steven King] It’s Steven King, I spit nothing but classics And it’s ill how I turn beef to nothing but caskets And your grill look like the Expedition done crashed it I’m like a bunny rabbit, I be taking your carats More money more drama, don’t make me catch an open case For opening your face, you’re soft like Hostess cake I wanna live fat, I gotta eat what Oprah ate So I hold niggas up with the one plus eight I’m the man of the year You so whack that niggas put their hands on their ears And tell you, “Shut the fuck up.” And the only dog that roll with you is on the Fedex truck Now here’s the score: ten-zip and I ain’t talking about the disc I’m talking about extended clips, smoking in expensive whips Four-four’s the end of shit, give you a Hell’s membership I been equipped, don’t ever forget it like elephants You violate I’ll put a hole in your melon [Hook] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] You like a campfire, homes, I light you up with all types of guns The vampire, homes, I’m drinking all nine pints of blood Stop you in your tracks like clogged up syringes Destroy the evidence after I chopped up the witness A cheapskate, I keep my money locked up for interest Fuck the industry, y’all faggots make me not trust the business Ill Bill, right money make a murder make sense I make brains squirt out their heads right in front of their friends I ain’t a nice guy at all, dog, lifestyle raw y’all Sell drugs, tour, smoke nudies, and fuck whores Got black bitches with white eye shadow that like to swallow And white bitches that pop their pussies for Heineken bottles I’m a dirtbag with brand new sneakers, throwback over the Desert Eagle Blow your face off, leave you forever peaceful Like a newborn dead inside of a crib I cock back, empty Dessies in the side of your wig, faggot [Hook] [Verse 3: Syn Roc] Too hot, create semi caliber, I’mma cock it I treat your life like a cheque, homeboy I’mma dock it Call me a prophet, it’s guaranteed you all gonna bleed The murder game is a race and I’m taking the lead Fast and furious nigga like my gun got nitro Playing games like Tyco, mama told me I’m psycho And I believe her, now the clique running streets like cheetahs We’ll meet up and put holes all in your wifebeaters From BK to Queens we be pointing them things Have your Ecko shirt looking like some damaged jeans nigga It’s Syn Roc, the kid who got your grandpop shot Over a game of bingo, I take the cream out his socks In a cloud of weed is the place where you find me And I stole drink forties like I’m stuck in the 90’s Nigga I’m grimy, wilding on the alcho temp Try to front on me and get hit with sixteen clips [Hook] [Verse 4: E-Dot] Alright ahk who wanna fuck round? It’s the Dot, you hear the pop nigga duck down ? canuck, I’m repping cop killer Bucktown That good up in the backwood rough sound Begging for mercy talking about, “Alright. Enough now.” Hold up and y’all hammers bust pow Enough, get touched like ooh ah ow You suck, push your luck, get laid the fuck down Get bucked, I was a wild off the hook child Played tough plus steroids came in big viles Puff puff puff liked to buy weed in big pounds Crack that Dutch, I ain’t addicted I’m just in denial When I blow then I flow like the river Nile Find you anywhere like your cellphone, can you hear me now? Grab you by your hair and shake it till I tear it out I’m sorta like mildly retarded but very wild Cause Howie made me do it, stupidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy CorruptImmortal Technique's verse: You know when the cops are comin' to get ya Tryna' light you up quicker than Nikola Tesla Applying choke-holds like a professional wrestler And videotaping the protesters and hecklers I spit on you at the Diallo march, remember me? When New York City rose up as one entity (Ahhh) you hiding in helicopters and tanks And ICX towers in the streets like the West Bank Thanks for the reality check, so far... You been exposed as political Praetorian Guards So you can drive drunk, kill people and only do a year But soon dissidence to the system start to disappear And all sorts of governments crumble, so stay humble Violent lottery for the power ball that you fumbled And I don't hate you all but I'm sceptical of most of you Because the death of Posse Committals stands close to youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Secrets Worth Dying For[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna ? supreme Japanese piranhas freezing the spinal Draw, die first, Russian fanatics If sleep is the cousin of death then death is the cousin of sadness Murder’s the cousin of madness, love is the cousin of that bitch I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious Crisp hundreds in the envelope, dookie on the ? Spit roughish with the hella flow, hootie on the blow Buy up arms, molotovs, Irish car bombs Wild out squads, I body those, nine in my palm Only the dead have seen the end of war We use the tools of vengeance Fuck interrogation room confessions Keep your mouth shut, I’d rather stay true to friendship And follow that rule until everything I knew has ended [Hook] I’m like a meteorite, I’m like graffiti you write If you knew the meaning of life amongst the greedy and trife Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural threads in the human brain Enough to stretch from planet Earth to the moon’s terrain All I need is nine millimeters to think I put it in perfect perspective so that people can take Time to digest my thoughts, connect to receiver Slice heads with swords drench you with ether [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Maybe you been handed yourself one of them first class tickets to the resurrection Religious symbolism, the diamonds witness perfection Shocking and horrific monstrosity Monolithic iconic I’m scientific Like that runaway satellite that crashed to the Earth The one they didn’t tell us about, our planet is cursed Ever since the mysteries of the pyramids My fingerprints, DNA, retinal scans experience Have been most helpful, navigated through the dead pool But told you about them guys with eyes like head wounds Biokinetic ooze they drool You read about them in these books you didn’t get from school This is not an exercise, this is fullblown thermonuclear war Get your radiation suits on, we shooters and more We the most vocal outerspace post-global Fifty years ago I wrote quotables now I accept the Nobel [Verse 3: Chace Infinite] While ministers hope and cover the truth from the populous I resurrect the light down and save this metropolis Where cops are just looking for ops to rob us and set us up It’s second nature in the streets of America Where devils have us incarcerated like savage animals At the hands of a system designed to kill us They plan to do damage with psychological tools more than banana clips Something simple like making cannibalism glamorous Cult symbols hidden inside of movies behind the crucifix Lucifer’s influence is evident in numerous Everyday objects, the dollar bill, CBS The gleaming eye of Horus big brother watching your every step Moving up the ladder with Jacob until you break your neck We ain’t concerned with who’s a Mason, we facing death Nigga we all masons, bricks working to cheques Paranoid leaders singing orders through a text Skull and Bones terror bomb symbolize death Fists symbolize powers, hands symbolize sex [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dinner Plate[Intro/Chorus: ILL Bill] Yo! We watch empires disintegrate Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate We watch palaces burn And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, word We watch empires disintegrate Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate [Verse 1: Lord Goat] You talkin’ to pigs like Ramzi Yousef [Andy pinch and smash your bricks like a Supplex] Fuck sleepin’ where the food kept A Chevy Dooley over your head, magic when I two-step Ash your blunts out the moon deck My crew is lookin’ for who’s next Crip walkin’ on four blotters, we war mongers Thor’s hammer, any blood shakes and sippin’ quarts of vodka I’m like (Bloca) from Taxi pickin’ up papi Pappy Mason haircut now lookin’ like Gus Farace Coby sweaters my builders like the Gobi Desert The rabbi’s clean, the bullet is your only merit Killers like Tom Skerritt, perfect aesthetic Sergio Tacchini, cinderblock pot, they call me [Gofelini] Set my sights, catchin’ brain on transatlantic flights We don’t pay the price, I’ll [peed] a grand with a bag of knives Sellin’ white to fiends, her teeth lookin’ like a pair of dice Or a soft ice, like angels we keep it on the bikes [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Yo! Stand-up guys like [Carmine Vegusa] Violate a funeral and cut out the eyes of Medusa No Satan this a rise, Columbine the future Low maintenance crimes we drive by and shoot ya My silencers are bigger than your pistols Ultimate salesman I have you twisted into crystal In other words wavier than graveyard Brooklyn we play hard, bullet in the brain, god Spit fire like a Dragon but went back to heaven Either that or [upholding] the black Mac-11 Sparkle in the sunshine, you don’t wanna play Not to mention that this [vodka] can hit you from a block away Illest Billest blast with the [Philly Stealer mask] Kill ‘em, kill ‘em fast, [soul-sinner killed the crash] Organized crime, nah pistol in the grass Hit ‘em in they headpiece, hit ‘em in their ass [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 We watch empires disintegrate Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate We watch palaces burn And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, word [Verse 3: Recognize Ali] Yeah! I’ma squeeze until the metal fire Kiss the chrome on my [dome] it’s the ghetto sire Wipe ya whole city like a genocider I walk the chambers of hell to sell the Devil fire Facts, I highly doubt it that you want the smoke (Nah) The fiends stay in line, shit they want this coke I tell ‘em, where I’m from I’m the fuckin’ GOAT Bring the noise, I let the drum [?] Supreme overlord, still rockin’ [govalore] Captain of the ‘Gnac, I throw suckers overboard These rats find theyselves in a cobra jaw The illest, I’m top two nigga, overall Machete fire like a drone, homes Choppin’ niggas up ‘til they bones show Four of the best cheffin’ up like a dope dealer Rec, Lord Goat, JR and the Cult Leader [Verse 4: Jay Royale] I got my groove back movin’ packs where they shoot at Side orders for the high water like some new slacks True facts new jacks get tossed off the side of bridges I got ‘em with me tucked inside my breeches Niggas can start beef [the grape on my clip] I be in the Marquees, in a heartbeat Sucker-punch your fronts into [forced teeth] Top rhymer, spark support like a Rottweiler Megatron quick to flex the arms like [Sky Steiner] Big copper pump blicks out the trunk The .40cal growl where empty clips when I dump Hardest in the block, no we supplied it by spinnin’ blot [Imp] and dots cover your body like it was chicken pox Whole team comin’ gun-and-runnin’ ya jaw bone Same shit we pumpin’, niggas dumpin' in Raw cones Pitbull trait, catch a rager to the face Catch me movin’ up and down the interstate tuckin’ dinner plates Hah [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 We watch empires disintegrate Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate We watch palaces burn And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, wordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 2013[Verse] A close encounter of the Fourth Kind Alien abductions, suction cups, puncture and fuck Rape, rupture and suck, clusters of pumps Constant transfusions suction the puss Lucid autopsies that dwarf Nazis, functions erupt Cold War between the Devil and does God exist? No Geneva Convention politics Just tractor beams and Elohim fatherships Ever since they discovered 51 Taking ten of us for every one of them Some are never heard from again Some returned retarded, others programmed with propaganda Honored doctors find most of their orifices tampered and soldered Vital organs randomly removed, replaced by those of animals In some rare cases diseases like AIDS and cancer are cured The planet’s still doomed, modern man is a fool They plan to hit the ship floating over Iran with a nuke After 2012 came and passed, the motherships arrived In 2013 and publicly entered the world scene I talked about this ten years ago on Non Phixion songs Now strapped onto a table being operated on By numerous species of various extraterrestrial feces Transcending beyond existing theses No anesthesia, screaming “Please kill me, read me Revelation 7:17” The Lamb of God shall be the shepherd of the throne of Elohim Why did you piss them off? Primitive and coarse Reverse-engineering built those space shuttles lifting off Stolen recipes, stealth weaponry, stop rivals Alien fibers that resemble the mind of H.R. Giger Like a Dr. York R&B ballad Unexplainable like two planes colliding with three towersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Only Built 4 Gucci Drip[Verse 1: Lord Goat] Exotic crops, in [powder] from Fiji [Vokin] top-hats and a pop-off like ecstasy from Houdini Got that Ally Sheedy Selling ziti out the twenty-eight All fiends on Farragut seek out [Furicis] Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede A slave in a cage, numerous hustles Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid Satyricon gimmicks and [carpeter] lyrics Hard like scords are Hasidic's After [chavas] but before business [Kid is in lines I'm with Donald Goines, it's a crime] We’re abortions that survived, takin’ portions of ya spine Stay unlawful ‘til we die, [upper church] stay high Let the reverend run up a tab ten bundles and eight pies Heist of the century, sellin’ ice out the Chevy like Garfield Except I bake pies with [lasagna and raw penny] Monsters and rock, sniffin’ Panama, catch a vacant stare Lost in the haze catch a taste like Jamaican Air [Verse 2: CRIMEAPPLE] I got demons that will never die I’m bumpin’ Rakim Allah in the ride You the type to see the guy’s who tuck your weiney between your thighs, I couldn’t empathize How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux With a freak who take molly through a corn hole Opportunist - In a Jag dressed like Dr.Loomis, movin’ That little bullshit you guys been doin’ it is not amusin’ [Papi cupe] (woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift Now my pain is where the steak sit I get fellated in a space ships, face it You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it Talkin’ about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost) Similar to the blood givin’ my brain oxygen And I ain’t stoppin’ until your whole block look communist Until SWAT ain’t knockin’ and walkin’ away is not permitted Fuck swimmin’, I got some cement loafers you can fit in You trippin’, fibbin’ all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin’ I’m getting’ it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Walk out of the choir with a big stick [Grimy waiter] with a big dick Big money clip big drip Big swammy and a big clip Big family and a big clip Que yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit Real bloods, real clips, real demons, real lit We the top, yo these guys [Speed races] ride Spin the block, east side Hit the opps, three times [?] Thotty give me [head and fist] and that's obituary [Joosy] kids choose Uzi's with [Ruby Ridge tutelage] Shooters that do the brutalest [dude] there is Oodles and shoes and pills [?] Ludes and [?] Cougars with pierced pussy lips Only built for Gucci dripEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Superb Clientele[Intro: Sopranos] Saint Peter, my family’s saint. Now as that card burns so may your soul burn in Hell if you betray your friends or the family Now rub your hands together like this, and repeat after me: May I burn in Hell (May I burn in Hell) if I betray my friends (if I betray my friends) -- Congratulations [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Yo! Caveman versus astronauts, shooters of chrome Versus computers and drones, drop the addy, Uzi’s explode They overturned a cop car Hit the precinct with the rocket launcher Heroin everywhere, thеse streets is like a poppy orchard Like thе Middle East, purple [limousine] sherm and the weed Burners with beams, murder supreme – Oh! (Murder Supreme!) Superb clientele, [my swerve I excel] (Yeah!) Young Gene Simmons by himself 'til I arrive in hell (Yes!) I don’t drive well The cars mines throw the threaded barrel pokin’ out the back windows mine as well So apart from the fire [upon] entry, I’m ignorant, I’m Illmatic I’m infinite, I can chop you [a shotty] Or chop it up about the [Anunnaki] Yin and Yang my shooters spin and bang like Canarsie Clap hammers, spot a round in the [Benz floor seat] Bandana tied around my leg like [Joe] (Let’s talk to ‘em!) [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 Superb clientele, murder die and kill Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell [Verse 2: ILL Bill] A legacy of legendary legends The very essence of every death-wish [Eshered] every sentence You can feel it in the air, it’s a heavy presence It’s everywhere, effervescence [?] your senses It’s hard to tell if that’s the beginning or what the end is [Credit get offenders, while the Devil be tremendous] The glyphs [?] thirty shots, enough to end this A whole lotta gang shit going on, it’s endless Don’t take a [ballad drip] bandanas wrapped around banana clips Choppers chop you in half like a banana split Iced out medallions, rocked up with lottsa [diamonds] Shot a guy in the eye with the nine [fizzy] just for smilin’ Jump the [glizzy] inside the ride while the driver drivin’ Send five shots twirlin’ at you [that’s surviving] Tuck the llama inside her panties next to her poonani Send five shots twirlin’ everybody dyin’ [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 Superb clientele, murder die and kill Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell [Outro: Nems] Say goodbye! ILL Bill the motherfuckin’ legend Non-Phixion, La Coka Nostra, Heavy Metal Kings, Gorilla Twins Pay Homage! That man be givin’ you fire for over two decades When you see ILL Bill, salute that motherfucker, stupid!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Feed of the Morning[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Bandanas and barrels Gladiators, cowboys with Rugers Paranoid shooters Caucasoid mutants with Uzis Die in action with the eye-patch and eyeglass, then my assassins rhyme ratchet without sirens and the badges ?) Read the signs of a savage Aligned to the tragic Put cyanide in your sandwich Cause a riot on your campus Fist of fury when the crystal blurry, catch a pistol, hurry Fuck quantum physics and theory we minds is fucking for-really Dust the ganja and philly’s with Russian mafia villains (? Right into to the Kremlin ?) Coke'll take you right into the emblem We the righteous to rebel, yet when we strike it then we tell them Drop your swords or we’ll be forced to leave you lifeless and dismembered Satanic messages spoken loudly with intros Automatic weapons is pokin’ out of my tinted windows Jack Daniels with some coke and some lime My rituals are older than time, it’s spoken in rhyme [Hook: Jise One] (x2) Who’s hungry let’s eat Break bread pass it down chew the food then breath And that’s the feed of the morning (who’s thirsty) And that’s the feed of the morning [Verse 2: Jise One] Talk shit, breathe, and live with conviction Lancer, dissident, reminiscing at the friction between love and hate The gate oppression The infestation of injustice The blind accustoms between religion and state The poisonous cake that we possess with the desire to overindulge She’s fine, the mirror's sneaky, consults the ass and titties should be more bulge The frivolous search for the fountain of youth Constrain the beat of a pulse to a pulp Pockets choke dream's croak The question of life’s purpose decided by desire They call it peace of mind Distracted by greed Envious deeds, self sympathy and foolish pride We plead with God to survive We're side by side ourselves To coincide with our old lives Ride the tide ‘til it concedes, concede in to all the demons inside [Hook: Jise One] (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Broken Pieces(Chorus) When your dreams are broken pieces The world can be a cold and cruel place (Verse 1: ILL Bill) Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Skinny waist, fat ass, pretty face, evil mouth Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers, and coke-heads Her uncle was the ex-drummer from Guns N' Roses Met her over Joey Silvera's house, a party girl She was 19 and happy that her parents finally let her out Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend The third one during an orgy, might have been Sean Penn's Yeah, I put it in her mouth once and we remained friends Seen her out at the clubs now and again, the same shit The same sneaky crowd, same cocaine, same tits Same dreams about becoming a star and making the flicks Played a hooker on Entourage, swore she made it Made friends with the wrong crowd, got played quick Took the first sniff of that gray shit then ate dick Dummy ate her first syringe was never the same since, listen (Chorus X2) (Verse 2: Jeru The Damaja) Check it out, he a self proclaimed thug but the kid could rap His idol was 2Pac, he always wanted to act Portrayed a thug on the silver screen Showed Hollywood the block, just had the rock, just one last scheme With this move he financed a demo Planned to vic a spot, they mixed coke with other chemicals His team the neighborhood criminals I guess they missed the truth about birds of a feather and fools Part of the plot, nobody move but motherfuckers still get shot Grab the shit and head back to the block He ain't know a witness seen him come and go from both the rooftops First, they murked his moms and his pops Then his girl and her seed Slit her throat then filled the kid with shots Paramedics did what they could RIP: another mural on a wall in the hood (Chorus X2) (Verse 3: Slaine) When you were younger, under your bed there was a monster Between your legs where he wants you he haunts you Still to this day, you got little to say 'Bout the nightmares you kept that had you widdled away There's a little girl, a victim who's a diddler's prey But you shut up, now you grown up, all fucked up ? tongue slipping through your heart Nowadays the same stuff's ripping you apart You're 26, trying to get rich quick High heels, lipstick, sliding down poles They don't call you Miss now, they call you "this bitch" That bitch bend over backwards Throw a dollar at you and that's it You've been bruised and scraped, abused and raped And so drained from cocaine and dudes and snakes If somebody had to walk a day inside your shoes they'd shake It's like you never had a chance to choose your fate, wait (Chorus X2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Call the Coroner[Verse 1: ILL Bill] They'll kill you in front of your kids eyes with big smiles And Sig Sauers, chop you up and dip you in the sweet and sour A chessboard of espionage and death squads Men of God stay ahead of the curve, [fin extra sharp] Mistaken identity, machete massacres Crazy Eddie logos printed on bags of dust Mafia christenings, kiss the ring, wish the pistol sing Like Smokey Robinson when they split your wig Muscle em the same snub Draco on the threaded barrel Flaming serrated arrows, slay the eight-headеd Pharaoh A hundred plagues God conducts like an orchеstra A hundred AK’s in the trunk of the Porsche truck Legends never die and the law’s corrupt Bosses up, sweat and tears are not enough, this cost us blood All missiles, pistol boom, make your jaw bristle Whistle through a hole in the door and make the wall sizzle [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 Zip the body bags up, call the coroner Whoa! Another body, call the coroner Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin up [Verse 2: Slaine] There’s blood on his hands, this wasn’t the plan When he got into his cousin’s Sedan Hot as an oven one summer AM, Summer of Sam Still buzzing, told his cousin 'circle back around the hover and scram' "Got a problem with my broad" he said "Think she’s involved with Fat Paul I just wanna see if her car’s there And that’s all", that’s what he said, that was his intent But he saw her car in the driveway, his vision bent sideways Grabbed the Louisville out the foreign car Dipped into the backyard where he saw the door ajar, popped in I’m warning y’all, one day in Florida Caught him in the act, someone call the coroner You say a sudden reaction A Tuesday’s love and attachment Can shift into a backspin The Wednesday’s fatal attraction He did it with a baseball bat And that’s the way that it happened [Verse 3: Little Vic] Crazy as a fox is, bathrobes and boxers for the awkward boss [Who mumble jewels] and acts confused during walk-and-talks Bury these fed wasps and one to bred [WAPs] under bedrock Got guys like Fred and Bonnie in a headlock (Fuck over here) Hell’s Angels [heaven’s deeming the seven seas] [Where I’ve scattered a dismembered for the Genevieves] Phone loaded with selfies, the feds listen on it So I bury electronics like the clip was Amish Vic the Godless, chicks have uttered the dick’s demonic I stick her on it, her neck spinning, pupils switch to Onyx Bacdafucup, my lineage just to list the convicts Grandfather was rocking with Nixonomics Avoid data from boys blabber and take your man and beat the ‘Roids out of him, move like Floyd Patterson It’s Little Vic, Slaine and ILL Bill, take a chill pill They got me hooked back then and they still will [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 Zip the body bags up, call the coroner Whoa! Another body, call the coroner Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner Make that shotty talk back, fill your coffin upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Run for Your Life ’94[Ill Bill] I'm coming out from inside the walls like asbestos A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most expected I yank kids on there own bloods when the monster I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors I'm analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions My sensory sees catastrophic visions Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer Then I twist facial features like Rocky Dennis, when I menace It's horrendous, my bloody appetite's tremendous Enormous, watch the metamorphosis, stickin' snitches through orifices Remorseless are my thoughts, when I cut your corpse I dabble in the arts that are forbidden Leaving carcasses after carcass, maggots within regardless I'm a psychopathologist, pathologically I exist Infamous, but with a twist [Chorus: repeat 16X] Run for your life [Ill Bill] Reports provided by department of forensics Reveal nothing reminiscent murder on these premises The only evidence being the body No fingerprints or murder weapons located But still they follow me Constantly I'm under surveillance Numerous, federal agencies provide the whole police their interference So now there's all types of pigs bleeding hemoglobin Left in my place and frozen solid from head to their toes and Pieces of people I take and then I reanimate Beyond the gates, I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate I make you submit when I dominate Nothing you could ever do can restrain my campaign of hate I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain I inflict during your torture, officer I make you suffer So listen I'm giving you five minutes to flee Here's a butcher knife Motherfucker, run for your life! [Chorus] [Ill Bill] I vaccinate sockets with lip bloods, like if I was to flip once I snag a body bag them dirty fucking cunts Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular - look around Shits getting uglier and uglier Spinning' within my hyperbaric chamber Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor Fingerprinting could stop my behaviour Generally, and federally Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm Troopers like dead era I emphasize like emphysema Every word I speak creeps up in your bloodstream like Leukemia I instigate mutilation Under federal investigation escaping police stations Taking all types of narcotics made to enhance my optics Unlocking consciousness when I pop acid trips And want to kill the pigs (here piggy piggy, here piggy piggy) Unlocking consciousness to let the razor rip open my wrist [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy License to ILLI landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter Draggin the pilot by his jaw Used his body to break the fall He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen Get your ass up and lets get ill Get your ass up and lets get ill Get your ass up and lets get ill Get your ass up and lets get ill I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter Draggin the pilot by his jaw I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter Draggin the pilot by his jaw Used his body to break the fall He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen Cia assasin turncoat, burnin toke it serve coke The worst, loke the fuck out we burst chrome Double agent CIA merk both sides, and low ride I'm so high, I can touch the sky Fuck wit mine you get your head, bust wit 9's Splattered like 10 pump out of our bathroom floors Blast you whores, the dead mans the last who draws I be the first one to let off Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off Like guillotenes I eat dog Like the phillipeans through leg work I creep dog Like a millipede, it's military 9 millimeter's pop off 9 millimeters that wave to your dome will drop off A hollow tip package, slit cabbage Get your wig handed to the coroner and examine Life is for real, I deal wit the license to Ill Ill It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and the license to Ill [Hook] Get your ass up and lets get ill Ill Bill wit a rifle, and the license to Ill I seen the president get shot at point blank range Slipped thousands of people drinks and made em act strange Had my gat in a hollowed out book in the last page Silliowetter and dessert eagle to splash brains I'm in the fast lane with cats that high-jack planes Murderous wit terrorists they know what cash means I'm sellin candy to these billion dollor crack feinds Dont even ask me what my path be Run up on your family wit a gat blastin Top of the pile, rockin like nigel withal I turn you out like a virgin wit a cock in ya mouth Wit a gun to ya head, they find you ina trunk of a benz Chopped into thousands of little pieces next to one of your freinds America pimp, my first ho was a married bitch Now I'm pimpen the first ammendment like larry flint A true hustla wit a license to kill It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and a license to ill [Hook] - continues until endEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shoot First, Die Later[Intro] I live for the power surge of playing God, having the power of life and death in my hands [Hook: ILL Bill] Yo! -- My AK got a body, my Uzi got two bodies homie (Virgins are holders and llamas??) and two shotties My Desert Eagles what I used to teach my daughter to shoot So blow off your fuckin’ (moss) and turn your dick into soup Listen, fucko – I don’t trust nah none of y’all You stay on the block, I be out on another tour Here we go, here we, here we go, it's stereo Keep the black Mac-11 tucked everywhere we go [Verse 1: Lord Goat] I spit decrepit, I'm a metal legend, you're a bitch infection I'm young Satan in the mirror, check for my reflection I grow indoors, got the Porsche with graffiti walls Dom Deloise bags imported like Boston George Rocky dentist, lots of shots got your face dripping I'm not a rapper, just a killer who fillets his victims Get that brown matza from Sri Lanka, (needed the panca) We rock stars heavy metal killers move hot cars [Interlude] Killings, stabbings, beatings, drive-by shootings, revenge killings, at one point, uhm, you amputate the arms of a rival gang member. Explain that to me [Hook: ILL Bill] My AK got a body, my Uzi got two bodies homie (Virgins are holders and llamas??) and two shotties My Desert Eagles what I used to teach my daughter to shoot So blow off your fuckin’ (moss) and turn your dick into soup Listen, fucko – I don’t trust nah none of y’all You stay on the block, I be out on another tour Here we go, here we, here we go, it's stereo Keep the black Mac-11 tucked everywhere we go Braap! [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I'm not just a shooter President, I'm a client Screaming horror like (Tom A Rye) in a zombie riot Try and clash with my assassin’s die a praxis, eyepatches and armed ratches in drive-by’s blasting Wider than the flash (?) during crimes of passion Smile and laugh like Berkotiwz with the eyes of Manson Nah I’m really Pistolero, Billy Bolero Give me dinero, since they put sick in Billy don’t be a heroEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Green Lantern FreestyleAyo I plan to be a billionaire, God forgive me for my evil For doing really fucked up things to good people I rob a rich man, try to make the world equal To buy my moms a crib dog, I’m down to hurt people I got ten pounds of shrooms on my kitchen table Just sniffed an eight ball out my bitch’s navel Satellite dish, watch the Exorcist on cable Compare what I do to the evil that they do I save you like Jesus and them latter-day saints, splatter their brains Take their platinum chains and their Charlie Brown leather straight Let me get that, Psychological Records death rap Necrodamus make the best tracks My music make you want to sell crack I turn invisible and breeze through I rob drug dealers just like DT’s do And body DT’s same as drug dealers do So fuck feeling you, I’d rather bust three in you Exploding school buses, Jews, Muslims, Christians What the fuck’s the difference? We all want money, drugs, and bitches Let’s keep it real, even television’s a drug If weed is a drug a Green Lantern CD is a drug I speaks in tongues, my peeps is all thieves and thugs Creeps with guns, Crips, Latin Kings, and Bloods We generous with the heat but we cheap with love Arrest me? Never that, the police is dumb I was born to die, walk around high This piece of shit planet got my mind designed to rhyme about the madness Closed caskets, prostitutes and crack heads We battle much, respect the cash gets, been a savage ever since Read a lot of books, threw a lot of right hooks, stuck up a lot of crooks I represent Brooklyn when I’m out the hood Now the whole world’s captivated, gang related See me in my video being assassinated I’m like the seventies when everybody sniff coke Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats Why I’m so fucked up only my shrink knows Dr. Tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose I’ve seen it all in my short life, me and my peeps is all trife If we ain’t sticking your moms then we fucking your wife If it ain’t weed in my blunts then there’s dust in my pipe If it ain’t slugs in my guns then there’s blood on my knife I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life Ill Bill motherfucker make you jump in a fight This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you writeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heavy Metal Kings[Vinnie Paz/Louie Dogs] I murder you and laugh I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path You a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half You a heathan that rely on the beast I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest I shine over beats A motherfuckin' beast on the mic I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like I bleed in a fight, Vinnie like the taste of his blood And I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug Dump your body in the motherfuckin' lake in a rug Face in the mud, y'all create the facade That my people have exterminated faith in they god Patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be calm Go to war for anybody who embraces Islam I'm gracious and warm, ready for the place in the war And I'm ready to smash your motherfuckin' face in the floor [Chorus] We got that gangster gangster shit We got that murder murder shit You talk that gangster gangster shit We live that murder murder shit [Ill Bill] Without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves Now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth I'm a slayer album personified, Holocaust, Columbine Middle Passage, Israel versus Palestine It's the cult leader drink your cool-Aid Roll with the doctors that produce AIDS I open my mouth, I shoot flames The freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nose candy sniffers Blast the black metal at you like Danny Lilker It's impossible to escape my matrix of hate I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster sayin' don't wait Set the razors to AKs and turn razors to grapes Turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste Drink from the goblet of gore, vomitting porn Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie New York [Chorus] [Vinnie Paz/Louie Dogs] You don't know about the gospel of Judas About the information found in the Galapagos Ruins How the warriors would sharpen they blades How if they government wanted to they could cure you of AIDS We the equivalent of fire and ice The equivalent of a prisoner who die for his rights I'm lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' spine in a vice I'm like Trump in the Apprentice, only fire at night I'm dyin' to fight, slap you five and put ten in you Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide general So I say fuck the CIA and they plan Get me outta here I'd rather fuckin' stay in Iran I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand If you fuckin' round with Bill or try to hate on my fam It's the dichotomy of hatred in man If you ever even think of tryin' to play me then blam Blap bap [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ricky KassoFirst time I did acid was in Flatbush, Brooklyn East Flatbush to be exact If you looking for accuracy, fuck you shackles, I'm free Thank You LSD and mushroom fragments in tea Watching Yellow Submarine and laughing at Blue Meanies The true meaning Open the door and walk through the ceiling The Matrix is gone, I view clearly Realizing "Society Is Brainwashed" is a brutal feeling Finally see who's really the truth and who's the demon Who's still sleeping in the womb dreaming? Who's scheming? Who's smoking angel dust with Rick and Russell? Who's equipped to hustle? Who's the one that always thinks first and who's the muscle? Who's the Bible burner? Did that guy that wrote Fight Club realize that 'Tyler Durden' rhymes with 'violent murder'? Sometimes I gotta Rethink my strategy Rethink reality Rethink sanity Rethink my strategy Rethink reality Rethink sanity Rethink my strategy Rethink reality Rethink sanityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Most Sadistic[Verse 1: Necro] Dancing on your grave like Baryshnikov, I'll rip you off Leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse Then rape your fucking wife until my dick is soft Till the flesh is peeling off, I'm a devil concealed in cloth Walk, walk, or get stabbed with a fork You got a hole in your stomach So plug it up with a cork, you dork Lots of blood loss, Red Cross Couldn't help your dead boss, cut his head off Brutal; sadistic - the only way I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered And my bones decay A rap legend - to the aggressionary session My inventions of tension and powerful progression It's time - for sick rhymes, lunatic lines Hit your mind like consuming strychnine For all the shells, clips and Glocks You stepping to me with a weapon You'll be repping your clique in a box [Chorus: Necro] The most sadistic, you think not? You might get shot, put ‘em in a plot We ain't playing - We ain't rhyming for nothing Yo this shit is our life, so lemme tell you something If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too Now say violence! (violence) Death! (death) Yo there ain't nothing left to say, this shit's fresh [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I'll kill, you could be my latest victim I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it Fucking maggot! You probably fucked a hundred faggots You're a gay thug that love jail and love getting your ass ripped Come around here acting hardcore, you never did dirt You gonna get yourself hurt, pull up your pink skirt Your pink panties, get your wig damaged Go eat a dick sandwich, I can't stand this motherfucker Make this bitch vanish from the planet I'll hit you like a ton of granite Get your blood splattered, face bashed in, you can't win I'll stab you in the head with shish kebab sticks While watching mob flicks, nasty like armpits When I be sucking on your mom's tits She's my bitch, she on my dick Tell that trick to stop calling my crib Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch? Smoking green clove, walking around town flossing the free clothes Doper than Special K exploding in a fiend's nose [Chorus: Necro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Giants Stadium[Ill Bill] Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen Cypress Hill & AC/DC too Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan, she was chillin with Diddy During Motherless Child she wild out and showed us her titties Sign of the black mark, digital triple six cash cards Devils clashing with ansars, bitches grabbing they tampons I have to thank God for the places he put me Or rather for hip-hop, and the places it took me Aim at the game, hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off, the warlord Trying to recite what I write, could cause your jaw to fall off Flow is unique speak to the people, my flow is the street Words are the traffic lights and my soul is the beat My discipline is like walking on hot coals with the feet My confidence is like what you feel when you holding the heat But you don't need ratchets to validate the fact that you great But watch your mouth, I'm old school, you'll get cracked in the face In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold My fingers numb from bagging up coke, stranded on the planet of chrome In the jungle where the cannibals roam Smashing with ratchets at your dome Creeping up amongst assassins of the soul [Q-Unique] I'm a Brooklyn beast bringing honor amongst crooks and thieves Fill the bong and let's cook these trees Hear the words of a murder fanatic, blasting with the black ratchet I'm a burner mechanic I'm here with Howie's nephew, together we connecting the dots We at Giants Stadium in the executive box In the constellation of rappers I'm the top stars Superbad, McLovin, shooting the cop's car And yeah we all loading the clip and feeling the heat But nah y'all ain't killing the street like Ill and Unique Spit venomous shit like a coiled snake king And grab the cash in your safe behind the oil painting Running through New York's major blocks blazing Glocks And Decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox It's the Fox 5 Newsroom where my sanity dies Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy The black Yankee fitted over the black do-rag The black banana clip thrown in the black schoolbag My memories of Lafayette High When I walked between the Coney Island thugs and the Mafia tiesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Villains FreestyleI'm surrounded by hatred and lust Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns Lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs, disguised as blind men with guide-dogs Design wars, final call, homicidal gore Torture chambers and rape-rooms The same goons, drinking Grey Goose and grape juice What's really good or bad is relative Never been beyond neutral But if you fuck with my family I shoot you, I'm too crude My poverty got me bugging committing armed robberies Voted the most likely to probably die violently Who the fuck are you, stupid? I carry two clips One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs I'm like Miami Beach on new years eve Blondie singing Rush Rush, give me yayo hanging with the Gipsy Kings I spit these things Major businessmen spitting flem Kicking these raps and kick you in the face with Tims Foot up on your desk Four thousand square-foot office supplies Fought to survive, torture your mind Car-chase, two cop cars collide On the Belt Parkway I'm rhymin' for the cop killin' to dive Nothing's sacred anymore, take your last breath What I am, what I want, I'm only after death - I'm obsessed If superheroes were real, they'd be evil Tora Bora to Tel Aviv Take the shit over and never leave American dream Bleed like a heroin fiend Heavy-metal heroin scene Forever retrieve Caught you with your guard down and my pistols up Hit you with the four-pound and you spit some blood, faggot!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Orgy of the Damned ’94I be getting backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs I'm on drugs, during sex I use anal beads and butt plugs I'm holding hookers dooty holes hostage I spend my nights on 42nd street searching for chicks that's into bondage Torture tactics I practice, tear up your mattress Kidnap an actress, than activate vibrating plastics My zany antics keep the ladies frantic And when I sodomize a secretary I'm very romantic It must be all them evil substances, cigarettes and black coffee I'm smoking crack rocklets with morphine I guess she would say I'm a junkie One sprinkle of coke on my cock and I'm feeling mad spunky I'd like to be a role model Picture me on the screen with a bloody butcher knife and a Bacardi bottle People will think "What were they thinking?" But then who would'a thought that O.J. Simpson would turn into Joeeeel Rifkin Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned Orgy of the Damned Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned Experience all your lusts and fantasies first hand I'm searching for hitchhiking virgins Yeah, you know, the type of girl that's down for like what ever's your perversion She's got the itch but doesn't know quite how to scratch it So I'm slipping the bitch amoeba during a surgic acid To cause a Cumshot Bonanza The way I'm getting all up in that ass you'd think I was a case of colon cancer Plus I'm diseased in the mental And when I'm feeling stressed I inject direct to my left ventricle Pumping fluids containing pharmaceuticals to keep me kooky Some people would describe my vibe as spooky Or freaky, cause I be kinkier than Luther Campbell The pussy vandal, sticking my fingers in for samples (Chorus X2) I'm doing the type of sex that pimps do Jheri curls be hanging out my hat like I was down with Eazy-E's crew Creeping through public transportation terminals Looking for alcoholic sluts willing to use their mouths as urinals I like a really touchy-feely 3 girls and some baby oil squirming on my Posturepedic suite Some and join in by a cult of love I'll initiate you with some anastatics and a rubber glove I get my kicks from watching chick flicks European women shooting around out their lactating tits Now that's what I call entertainment Some into the Orgy of the Damned and free yourselves from the enslaaaavements (Chorus X 2) Soya juiceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Symphony of WarHeavy Metal Kings I told Ozzy to bite the head off of that bat, I’m awesome at that Cauldron of crack, my symphony’s a waltz with a gat Dance with the Grim Reaper, leading up with the street sweeper Then fuck her with the broomstick until she bleeds ether Feast on the heart of Goliath, heart of a lion Part of a dying martyr brigade conquering tyrant Gave birth to your death - I’m the father of violence The Alpha, the Omega, the palm of Osiris, palm of Ramirez My concert appearance is like a cross between Manson and Osama with lyrics This is hardcore hip hop, homie You just escaped from the Matrix if you’re hearing this song Let’s celebrate this like the Vikings when they conquered York The Gods of war, we never knock - we shot through the door, we entrepreneurs Move this to the unusual type of freebase Move swift like a nuclear device in a briefcaseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Peep the Zoobaz ’94(Ill Bill) I be getting voodoo round like Greek sex I'm searching for six chicks with sloppy tits hanging off their chests Fuck kicking flavour in your ear I'd rather kick you in your fucking cunt, then rip off your brassiere I'm here, Mr. I-double-L- B-I-double-L Puffing on a nick a crack in my jail-cell They pay me well for my services When I murder kids, I orgasm Then I get rid of the evidence Left up on the scene of the crime I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme Bloody, little punk ass, fuddy-duddy Let me get your crack-rock and all your money Sonny, I'm a fucking sicky I'll asphyxiate you then toss you in the lake like Ricki Illing like a handy-capped spaz Peep the Zoobaz, ripping' out the frame of your ass Can you dig it? Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz (X 4) (Goretex) My lyrics spread nice over tits like calamine Urine into slime when I circumcise your spine I swallow Hashish cuz I don't need to grief I chew vaginal beef with my Mackey and pull a goatee I got a sweet tooth for some PMS leaking I'm seeking the bloody tushy of a Puerto Rican I'm getting iller than this here jones when I'm stoned I'm banging women with nipples like fucking street cones I'll leave NYPD blue, I'll asphyxia you too My crew attacks like a pack of crazed Jews I'm Shawn Michaels with the hot rod I'm ready My aim is steady, point blank with my vainly machete Satanic soldier, mad pages like Janova From Brooklyn to Boulder a million jiffs be on my shoulder I'm all about gored smack, beer back and crack packs Snap jacks and anal tracks, god flesh I'm seeing blaaaaack Can you dig it? Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz (X 8)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What Does It All Mean?*Samples* Grimy: an adjective meaning thickly colored or Smudged with engrained dirt or grime Synonyms include: dirty, unclean, polluted, soiled Begrimed, filthy, foul, grungy, dingy and dusty The young man accumulated a mountain of Dirt beneath his fingernails while digging through The grimy recordings A noun meaning something that is conferred or bestowed Especially on the basis of merit Synonyms include: accolade, badge, medal, crown, cup Honor, distinction, prize, plaque, trophy and tribute I am extremely honored to be given an award like this (Grimy, grimy, grimy) Welcome to the Grimy Awards (Grimy, grimy, grimy) Welcome to the Grimy Awards (Grimy, grimy, grimy) Welcome to the Grimy Awards (Grimy, grimy, grimy) Welcome to the Grimy Awards (Grimy, grimy, grimy) Welcome to the Grimy Awards (Grimy, grimy, grimy) Welcome to the Grimy Awards (Grimy, grimy, grimy) Welcome to the Grimy Awards [Ill Bill] Cos Hip-hop is dead go ahead and outline me in chalk (Grimy, grimy, grimy) (Grimy, grimy, grimy) (Grimy, grimy, grimy) (Grimy, grimy, grimy) (Grimy, grimy, grimy) (Grimy, grimy, grimy) (Grimy, grimy, grimy) (Grimy, grimy, grimy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ILL Bill TV[Verse 1: ILL Bill] I spoke to Osama's cousin He said that Jeb Bush was waiting with the helicopter Blooded out, the Crips got Barry O at the teleprompter Warlords argue over who brew the better vodka Death is constant, value of life's less than nonsense Process this information for me Suck it through the barcode implanted in your face for free You're just a Broken Arrow, homie, I'm a mushroom cloud A walking suitcase nuke with a fuck you smile Coked out hoes, sold out shows in Poland Polo P-wings and Stadium hoodies, it's an explosion Of the skull and guns, mafia meetings FIB tags on belt parkway graffiti The top of your face bleeding What you reaching for? Get your fucking hand out your pocket And tell your man to stop acting so pompous You in the mosh pit, pay attention, big brother is watching Matter fact so are all of y'all My YouTube channel is bonkers [Chorus: ILL Bill] This is ILL BILL TV - Goons on the scene Shooters with cream - You glued to the screen [Verse 2: ILL Bill] We could watch the twin towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate Or watch this big titty bitch dictate, I spit hate, spit love I spit drugs, I innovate, I make digital transistors integrate The eagle, the owl and the octopus Secrets that are worth dying for Symbolism debatable like existence of dinosaurs Final Call, witnesses of Jehovah spy in your door Viral war, pyramid occupied by the eye of the storm Campus rampage, suicide high school Typhoon of firebombs, tsunami of firearms A monsoon of multinational corporate chirons and icons My logo might as well be a planet strangled by pythons Or better yet a skull with double guns, muthafucker run Left the undercover, drugged him with a needle from my brother Muggs We make the music that your mother loves Now she glued to the screen too, it's kinda bugged [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Uncle ZowieUncle Howie: I came back from rehab, I was having problems, I had no money. She was cleaning, washing the dishes in my sister's house, I came up behind her, pulled my pants down... Goretex: You eat her ass? You eat her ass? Uncle Howie: I don't eat ass, man. I fucked her right there while she was washing the dishes. (???) He remembers her. I had a lot of fun then. Most of the times I had better times when I was clean... But I had more exciting times when I was using Goretex: ObviouslyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Not Happy ’94I'm getting between your nerves like leprosy Using mental salacity, my treachery trenches over centuries I never meant to be reincarnated Matter of fact if it was up to me I wish that I had never been created The twigging swords hoards up in presto-boards walking through forbidden Doors and then with inside of the walls People grimace when they witness business of the bloody instance So keep your distance, the smell of bodies is covered by incense I show no mercy blood splats up on my hockey jersey Similar to fusiscions in rooms of emergency So fuck the gats I'll rather hit you with the axe Laugh while your skull cracks but I'm still not happy (Chorus X2) "All I really want is to be happy To find a love that's mine would be so sweet" I'm turning red blood cells into dead blood cells Using microscopic utensils within your entrails Pushing the limit of your chromo sols Sitting on the throne made of human bones talking of mice up in a phone I walk alone into pandemonium diarising plutonium To build a bigger better stronger weapon I sense the presence of great evil So I erase and train every bit of the pabblesource conceivable Reading about the beginning of ending I'm sending the crucifier tending to your soul chrome accier Within the fire I eulogise planets term in demise Stealing energies and sending up, the planet dies And nothing could ever really make me give a fuck about Anything you care about so why even bother The blood I spill could fill the entire New York harbour So hang the Holy Father and light the candle lava (Chorus X2) I'm still be killing myself to live right Could it even be it to explain the effects of the drugs on my brain? Nothing positive could influence the truth I take I'm dripping by the leg and dipody I instigate Without a doubt the bloody body count increases. It falls to pieces My mouth releases terminal diseases And everywhere you look there's another dead fucking schnook Hanging from a bloody meat hook I always keep a smile on my face So I can hide what's really going on inside of my mind I feel nothing and therefore I am nothing I pry for on your suffering and there's nothing that makes you feel happy (Chorus X2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy X and Bill[Verse 1] Ill Bill One percenters and five percenters Album outlines the center Rapping knives and the Berettas, the lies and vendettas Trials of menace to society is brainwashed Brain drops, nervous rooks cops with itchy trigger fingers spraying Glocks And frustrated rappers sometimes swear Waving Mac 11s you either buy my CD or die in the streets Sometimes I feel like I was born on Doomsday Then I think about my daughter And the future and pray that these moods change The road to Hell is paved with good intentions Get on your knees, I brought a guillotine to put your heads Essential, the essence, always carry a deadly presence Destined to be revolutionary with every sentence I been the one to pull the card on frauds Put them in their place, drop the bomb and start the war The fuck you think we brought these rocket launchers for? Not to brag about the way we pop Techs Ill Bill, Sadat X, who got ? [Hook] A lot of y’all got the whole game confused The tricknology got me blowing a fuse I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues A lot of y’all got the whole game confused The tricknology got me blowing a fuse I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues [Verse 2] Sadat x The backbone sets the overall tone We soldiers, dude, and ain’t even standin’ straight up or weightless Listen, I ain’t gon’ debate this How you win the case when your shit is all over the place? Who’s your co-signer? It must’ve been a minor Bill is ill, ain’t no feelings heartbeat Dudes left the Apple while we stay in the heat Cause we love to compete, that’s what gladiators do They say they love blood, dirty sick but Vietnam tactics, spikes in the mics In the States turnpikes is reduced ? after nine hours for the cake can make me stay awake I’m not concerned with who earn I need my stacks to blow When I be hearing some of these records I don’t really know these dudes, I’m not a fad thief And I’m original pattern, one of one After the needle line is done, the educated sniff a dollar The rest still suck from the breast and keep nursing Don’t be that person (never that) [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Justice to the PeopleAnd here in New York, in Brooklyn, thousands of protesters are outside the Barclays Center, at a police precinct, and (radio static) even lighting a police van on fire. The NYPD has issued a Level 4 mobilization in the area, and that’s to bring in more police to help support them...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Corrupt (feat. Trinity & Immortal Technique)Immortal Technique's verse: You know when the cops are comin' to get ya Tryna' light you up quicker than Nikola Tesla Applying choke-holds like a professional wrestler And videotaping the protesters and hecklers I spit on you at the Diallo march, remember me? When New York City rose up as one entity (Ahhh) you hiding in helicopters and tanks And ICX towers in the streets like the West Bank Thanks for the reality check, so far... You been exposed as political Praetorian Guards So you can drive drunk, kill people and only do a year But soon dissidence to the system start to disappear And all sorts of governments crumble, so stay humble Violent lottery for the power ball that you fumbled And I don't hate you all but I'm sceptical of most of you Because the death of Posse Committals stands close to youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy La Coka Starsky and HutchIntro (Big Left) Yo What Up? It's the original Devil Dog Big Left of La Coka Nostra (Uncle Howie) Yo Big Left. This is Uncle Howie. Go fuck yourself, motherfucker! Verse 1: (ILL BILL) Ill Bill be the personification of modern day violence and hatred A combination of science and nature designed to degrade you And make you into something capable of surviving the Holocaust Machinery, bitches, and weed be our power source Blue and red rags, green money bags, black bitches with pink pussies Colorful things, the hunger of kings, it inspires all in the kingdom Y’all even murdered over oil wells and selling cracks in the wrong building This is gangster music, goons and gangbangers with Uzis Pimpin’,Penthouse pussy programmin' their coochies Catch me in the back of the tour bus damaging groupies Rock bitches only rap music they bang at The Fugees I be deadly like coke and speed, heavily smoking weed Uncle Howie screaming, “Rest in peace, ODB.” We south paw, hit you hard with hammers Big Left, Ill rock records, let’s bomb these faggots! Hook X2 Ill Bill, Big Left We supposed to be ferocious, real shit Ill Bill, Big Left Too much flavor I'm major, Bill Verse 2: (Big Left) Give me a bomb-ass chick and i"ll fuckin' dig out her organs Big Left and Ill Bill and I ain’t talking about Baldwin The Bronx and Canarsie, Starsky and Hutch Quick to ride on you fucks without touching the clutch Listen, I’ll run a train on a bitch with no intermission My intuition tells me I need me some intervention Fuck that shit, I’ll drink till my liver pops Smoke a stog, drunk driving hoping I end up on Cops An Italian Charles Bronson, slick with a death wish Forty-four death kiss, like fuck it just let the lead spit A bad motherfucker, white motherfucker Quick to fight motherfuckers, take your life, motherfucker! Live on the block where the pistols pop and the missiles drop Corner store slinging weed out in crops Got the lead out the box, sticking chickens like cops Collaborate Uncle Howie, ‘05 at the top [Chorus x 2] [Uncle Howie talking] Yo, Big Left. This is Uncle Howie and Ill Bill and we’re here to get high, man. Let’s do thisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Paul Stanley[ILL Bill] We got a black president, the aliens will be here soon Open up your eyes and your ears, here’s the truth Beyond blind faith we don’t really know what to believe The meaning behind these old books could be anything Who the fuck translated these words from Aramaic To the language spoken in the empire of the hated? We the children of a lesser God Make me want to pull an Escobar And I ain’t fuckin talking ‘bout Nas I’m serious like a swastika Or playing Russian roulette, over hard liquor Or Hamas after bombing a Bar Mitzvah Or Israel after bombing the Gaza Strip up It’s constant, it's tit for tat Raising our little kids with gats Throwing gang signs like Bloods and Crips with bandanas on they faces Sometimes the bandana's on their brains This prison planet tries to shackle me in chains every day [Hook: repeat 2X] Illuminati triple-six, just study Koresh Mullets and bullet belts encourage the best Entourage of Gods, from Mossads to Qurans Church Ave. to the Taj Mahal we ride hard [ILL Bill] Homie you dealing with professionals that make murder look like suicide With silencers the size of an ordinary Jewish child Bazookas made from linoleum tubing And you stupid to think that 'Lord of War' was only a movie Depraved enterprise, brain energized seven times Genocide high-level lies, truth serum identified Organic mushrooms given to prisoners who don’t trust you Meanwhile the mass population consumes I’m in a Catch-22, too smart for my own good Intergalactical, too smart for my own hood My X-ray vision see through this tinted image Wipe the dust off reality’s lens to spit vicious Molotov monologues at y'all, let’s brawl Storming through the Valley of the Dolls carrying kronze Attack like angry extraterrestrials challenging God Arrive in chariots armed with various cannons and bombsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Economics ’91I love everything about money You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes Rust, I got to bust to my destination I woke up late time from other transportations Trains and busses - public adorations so better turn But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns And burns my brain, my job, my occupation Another motherfucking source of frustration 4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower Day in and day out another person flips They can't cope so they create their own economics With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket And get props, ranks, thanks, power position A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician So many times I've seen people play stupid for money And at the funeral it isn't funny But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard That's when I got that sadly look on my face No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place So I just like to would pick myself up an automatic So I can end my fate check without a denim static Got nothing to lose except my head Yo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood red Autroprenorial skills coming all fly And economically it doesn't matter if somebody die It's all about getting the dollars and jewel specs So give it up before I put your life in fast checks Yeah I got money coming out my ass Yeah I got money coming out my assEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Metal MusicEl Gant, Ill Bill Yeah, ? It officially starts now El Gant and Ill Bill, ha [Verse 1: El Gant] I’m giving you something you’ve never seen Listen close, this is not a dream Wake up from surgery, feel the doctor poke at your spleen I’m from a place cause a racist cop will choke out a teen Then leave him slumped in the street and beaten That’s how it seems Yo, what the fuck you mean? This life ain’t natural Don’t make touch on government, the streets are like the capital And Christianity is magical, they make you think That you cannot finish a date without smoking, I’ll take a drink This is not a story, some think it’s all a game Most of us sold to the Devil just for a taste of fame And so they pull something heavy, metal splatter your brain It’s not a game when you watch a pistol shatter your frame It’s pain and pleasure, you mix a little together Then let it rise to the top and then popping, you get the measure The president is a veteran sodomizing his people To make you believe the words that he’s speaking Naturally evil [Hook] This is that heavy metal shit Don’t even meddle with I keep a four just in case yo I gotta settle shit You ain’t a veteran, I got some medicine Don’t even act like you’re tough, homie You’re better then And this ain’t for the radio, don’t even play it, ho The metal music to lose it, you know it’s crazy yo And this is how it’s going down, let off a hundred rounds Of metal music now can you hear the sound? [Ill Bill] I’m giving you heroin for your ears Listen close, homie. This is dope Get your adrenaline pumping like you was sniffing coke Ride the lightning, cult leader my mind’s frightening I drink blood from a human skull like a Viking To toast the death of my enemies I command an army of blood thirsty murderers with heads like machines I’m the future of this piece of shit scene Abandon all hope and these fake fucking faggots I’mma snatch up all their bling Got you stuck in the moment, zoning advanced but fucked up like cloning I’m the evolution of super soldiers Human vultures, better yet I’m exploding like super novas Moving in circles of tyrannical goons with toasters The face of the Devil, chased by the bass and the treble The gunfight erupts amongst fallen saints in the temple This is Ill Bill making the metal bang like Slip Knot With twin Glocks, thirty-six shots, you get your wig popped [Hook] It officially starts, the takeover, the takeover > > Lyrics posted by heroin4yourears < Street Villains 2[Intro] Psycho-Logical Street Villains! [Verse 1: ILL Bill] I'm surrounded by leeches and whores Preachers of porn My ambition was born in the slums Stand the fuck up just like the mohawk on a punk [Verse 2: Q-Unique] Then find you murdered by Satan's assassinEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Remove The Gag[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Respect is something that's hard to earn damn it I create this effortless Take it back like Kirk Hammett when he played for Exodus Get mines, motherfuck you and your fake pretentiousness Spit rhymes plus I’ll punch you in your face for emphasis Clips fly, spit shrapnel, big bangers and det mines Militant tribal cliffhangers risking their lives Visitors arrive, extraterrestrial villainous tribes Exit starships dripping in a glistening slime My dungeon master levels are high, it’s a rigorous climb Raised on Canarsie block, stuck in this system of crime We all goons be the first to put the fist in your eye A loyal dude, be the one to say the pistol is mine I used to put PCP in the spliff and get high Let’s fly like Michael Jordan 1985 That’s the Ill Bill mind frame, mind state, I’m great Take it back like The Future is Now on live tape [Chorus x 2] Yeah, this was bound to happen I found your favourite rapper whack So I found him and then bound and gagged him Asked him who the best rapper is Removed the gag, said it’s Ill Bill And the best producer is Kaz [Verse 2: Wordsworth] Triumphant, worn by the sounds of trumpets My crew abundant, surrounds the villa ground’s circumference The crowd I run with hit you with a thousand punches Piles and bunches, you can’t avoid it crouch and lunging You’re found when running, bloodhounds is hunting Hundreds and hundreds of hints that head to the house you hung in My power’ll punish, you cowards succumb in less than an hour And you can’t control your bowels’ functions You all earn your own right in the booth Solo you whack so just spend your life in a group You shouldn’t write to the loops and make the loop From the rope, put your head through it On your throat and tighten the noose My mic is a license to shoot, snipe you from the height of the roof Precise, could hit a pigeon in flight from the coop My motorcycle bikers in route, disrupt the neighbourhood with tattoos Leather jackets and spikes on their boots, you didn’t know? [Chorus x 2] Yeah, this was bound to happen I found your favourite rapper whack So I found him and then bound and gagged him Asked him who the best rapper is Removed the gag, said it’s Wordsworth And the best producer is Kaz [Verse 3: Verbal Kent] Yeah, buckle up, I’m a turbulent rapper Rap married me, performed my own sermon in the chapel Yeah, I’m certain that you rapping soft is the result of many factors You lack afterthought, get your face caught on a cactus (Ouch!) You ought to be an actress, you’re bad practice I’ll backslap you in the face until you rap backwards I spit classic verses, the cuts that are mine will damage you Worse than Kanye’s mom’s plastic surgeon You’ll get a lesson from listening, look what happened Young rappers turn the beat off and write to my rapping for practice You lack vision, something is sweet You’ll dream of how I write hooks when I punch you to sleep Stop me? Shit, I’m Rocky Balboa I’m like a boa constrictor choking the raps out of your throat like ? You know you’ll never figure out my hooks are grimy That’s like trying to figure out why poison ivy is so conniving [Chorus x 2] Yeah, this was bound to happen I found your favourite rapper whack So I found him and then bound and gagged him Asked him who the best rapper is Removed the gag, said it’s Verbal Kent And the best producer is KazEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy This Thing of Ours[Verse 1: ILL Bill] I got white pills and white powder It's white Bill, sell it right over the counter Get your hydro with a quarter-pounder I know all about it, homie, Uncle Howie told me I'm on top of New York, call my homie Q-Tony Call me Bill Bixby, real shifty You fail in your attempts to hit me like the kid that tried to kill fifty They say that hard times inspires great music If I have a dime you bet your life I ain't losing I'm a true hustler general, executive rank The type of person that would stab you in the neck with a shank The type of person that would beat you to death with a bat And to make sure you dead, shoot you in your head with a gat The world's a ghetto, but holding never crossed me Cause I don't care if you a rap fan, you gonna listen to metal Poke you with the pistol, pussy, have you pissing a puddle Twisted and troubled, smoke you in an instant and crumble [Chorus] This Thing of Ours Who do you know? How do you say? How do you do? Lay you the fuck out, out of your crew The [???] the honorable few My familia to the end, throw my nine up at you [Verse 2: Q-Unique] I got weapons to weaken your pride and sanity Howie's nephew, the Puerto Rican side of the family Q-Capital, I'm attacking you with the mic cord Fuck the rap battles, bitch, we gonna fight for it I spit up for the fans and old rap for rappers Pull up the magnum and cap all you rap bastards The number one Wiseguy with a gun to make your eyes cry Told your honey to lay on her stomach and raise her thighs high Get a percentage of the corner action The wrong reaction could get you killed and leave a former captain Many cheat, so many rob, many kill I seen snitches sell the family out like they was Henry Hill I strike this lame game until the game's hurt I might make a name change and kill you like James Burke (?) It's Tony, Anthony coming with the big boy's plans And when it's time to cross over I'm gonna floss with my fans [Chorus] [Verse 3: ILL Bill] It's a matter of trust, honor and respect Men of few words We got goons with burners that do the talking that you heard Snitches and bullshiters, bitches and bean-shooters and backstabbers I seen (?) talking to Huda 187 on the Huda cop How do we really know you a cop, Mel? Pop pop, send you to cop hell Top of the world, popping the trunk for bodies to burn We all popping bottles until Gotti returns [Verse 4: Q-Unique] I've called for a brawl for the young feeble man to see me Revenge in the hands of young Vito Angelini Bullseye where your man stand at the (?) Snatch the fame, they won't even know what's missing Organized crime against labor prohibition (?) Since I got the after school job at the cab stand The beat spins, I'm like Gina with deep swings But I get nowhere unless the team wins [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Poetry In The Streets(Necro) Uh Peep the killer shit Death murder rap shit Bitch Check it The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess Documentations of the human race, can study death They'll reach in through your TV speaker They'll feature A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya Your executed when your electrocuted Who's responsible for a homeless man that's dead And smells putrid We murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river You'll be frozen forever into a statue of death A grasshopper in the lab dead Stabbed in the head Knives are like the hands of a crab Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and bled Throw you off a building Killin off your children Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million I'll split your brains I'll slit your vains The impact of a bat cracked across your back Is like gettin hit by a train I'll stick a fang in your blood bank Then strangle My shangle bangle You like the triangle Piece of an angle I think my shit's too brutal for most I might be the only one capable digesting the dose You won't survive a screw driver driven inside your throat Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks Chorus: It's poetry in the streets of the big apple And a vitality found in few other places But look beneath the surface of the city And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion Gun sour, a planet, where nightmares That become reality Witness the brutality Its poetry in the streets of the big apple You get tackled And grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shackled I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face Grind you into slop meat and serve you to your friends We bringin bad taste Another brutal shootin rampage Turnin humans to ashtrays Doobies to crack slaves And boobies that lactate Squirtin mad milk, i never have guilt I have krills, i'll have you fags killed In front of your mom and dads grill Splatterin both of them With pieces of your explodin head Brain fragments stainin' clothing red I make you love the pain, it hurts We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt Its psychological I'm like havin a rifle shot at you We not the type that smile at you We the type that bite at you Slit your throat with the broken bottle Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores Kill your physical first, next your minds lost Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse Got you splattered across the walls with my nine tongs Murder you execution style like a crime boss Travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg My mentallity's grind core ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Villains(Chorus) What it do, what it don't, got krillz, got coke Got everything you need Got pills, got smoke I'm a street villain, I'm a street villain What it do, what it don't, got weed, got dope Got everything you need Got speed, got dro I'm a street villain, I'm a street villain What it do, what it don't, got weed, got coke Got everything you need Got pills, got smoke I'm a street villain, I'm a street villain (Verse 1:Ill Bill) The king of the undergound, I stick my dick up in your mother's mouth La Coka Nostra lock the whole fucking summer down You's a faggot that run with birds and turds Nerds and herbs, lookin all concerned, you're scurred You're full of shit, talking that gangsta gangsta Send your fam a tape of you duct taped and wrapped up No respect, I humiliate cause when laughter's attached to pain No one ever forgets, it's really great I'm a do it to death, this goon's on the set I scream on you like a dude with Tourette's Ill Bill, veteran soldier, vengeance is mine I'm a General, you either have respect or die I'm a either get really really rich or locked up But fuck jail, you'll catch me iced out and rocked up I'm a brand name, my customers trust my product Satisfaction guaranteed when I flood your block up (Chorus) (Verse 2: Big Noyd) Look holmie, I hug the block, I duck the D's I love the cheese, I love that cheese, I'm a street villain I hate cops, love the Glock, love the way it pop The way you back niggas down when I let off one shot One squeeze from the Glock will put his ass in a box And you'll get what he got if you fuck with my gwop And niggas know me, I need mine off the top Like the roof off the coupe when I cruise in the drop So fresh and so clean but so mean but so what? Yeah, I stuck them niggas up cause them niggas so butt Look, G, I'll make it pop even when the hood hot Makin twenties, even dumbies, man I hustle don't stop Get the X for the D or the salt for the rock And keep my name out your mouth if you ever get knocked Cause snitches get stitches cause gangsters don't box You pull out them razors and them suckers get oxed (Chorus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ten Wheel DrivePsycho Realm Sick Symphonies What up! CHORUS: Man, these fools ain't gorillas They just monkeys that talk A bunch of liers with no heart Yo, we line 'em up like cannons but don't none of 'em spark I can tell they all faggots by the way that they walk You're like a piece of canvas that ain't got no art It's plain to see the fantasies I'm ripping apart They ain't flipping keys, they ain't killing nobody They ain't really catching cases Ain't none of 'em popping off CYNIC: I got a fist full of iron I pop a bitch in the eye Admire my sick mind inside design your demise These little guys, no matter the size, try () ocassion Receive 5 shots in their ribcages I spit native so my tongue it flips like it's asian It's a script, actors, hardbody goverment agents These record labels set up for federal agencies They sign you for the information You go tell the D's They have these puppets acting like they really are moving D Maneuver heat in the rap hood They act like they run the streets They have more security that Snoop D-Double O-G In a bulletproof cruiser smoking up all his weed I'm rolling with young G's, pushing a hundred keys I'm lying but spit fire then I'll go make a beat A team but just one could defeat your whole fleet Famous for exposing the weaks that charge for higher beans CHORUS SICK JACKEN We are in a terror state Earthquake but the tremor is great The future's grim so I bury my safe I got this art form called rap They say that I'm great But the ones cashing out are the femenine and fake Oh, wait, I dont wanna sound like I hate on the heavyweigths But it's a burn like drinking vodka and henny straight The dopest rappers ain't cake, some got raped They so broke they don't know the sound that a penny makes I'm getting mine, homie Hustle all the time, homie I'm on the grind Only call me if you got money for me Being independent since I dropped War Story And still put bigger crowds in L.A. than the top audi Cops and feds, they monitor my bread But mom and pop's shops got more honor than the dead I got no paper work Got numbers in my head You can keep the plaques and the tax I'm underground instead, yeah! ILL BILL This is ILL BILL, homie Let me tell you something: Where I'm from the value of life is next to nothing Brooklyn motherfucker plus the west coast is open on me I'm world-wide with the LC familia army It bothers y'all that I rep my family Terror in every barrio, every hood Every borough, every block that's hot Street corners resemble the night of the living dead Junkie track mark, hooker is giving head to the young and restless youth We blast 'till there is no one left to shoot Morally bankrupt and destitute I ain't a prisoner Shank the windpipe of the warden Your days are limited I stab the spin, psych in your jordans Fling you up Top of the tier but planted in crisis Bring you more rock than you clearly had in your life It's crack music My mix-down is heroin symphonic You are an addict, I'm a savage so inteligent and brolic It's outrageous to the world at large How I have 4 Aces at the table when I turn back cards Leave the faces in amazement 'cause I work that smart Never been a lucky person, yo, I earned the spot My position is that of a ruler of a kingdom To raise the underground a hundred thousand feet above the fools You think it's not over for music with that soul and substance Laughing while they took all your money and showed you nothing CHORUSEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Touch That Dial(Verse 1: Ill Bill) My pimp hand is too strong My trigger finger never do wrong Ill and Unique with a new song Ill Bill, reign supreme, I let the gun spray for cream Uncle Howie motherfucker, we're your favourite team A day in the life of the trife in high definition Sell white to whites, side of a white Expedition Homegrown, Brooklyn, Canarsie to Flatbush Listen to the click-clack when the gat cooks Listen to the ch-ch-ching when the crack cooks Street business entrepreneurs, we in this We witness, we up in this shit like we fuckin' this chick Got my whole shit stuck in this bitch I be kicking up dust like the bloods and the crips I make this underground player feel ruptured and twist Screw your drink, leave your fucking head busted and twisted Rub you out like you never fucking existed (Verse 2: Q-Unique) I'm the bad guy in the black-fitted Your hat splintered on impact Flat on your back after the gat spitted I'm grimy and rugged like Bushwick Brooklyn blocks The result of when drug dealers are put with crooked cops Say hello to the angel-maker My hate will give you a halo or place you where the flames will take you I party like Bill in the back of the tour bus Bottle of pills, a pound of weed and the touch of a whore's lust My mind is wired for chaos and utter destruction Running production for narcotic fucks under consumption You running from something, running and jumping Under the gun, dummy becoming just a fucking obstruction I do wrong and God tried to pay me back quick Ain't try to snatch my ice, you just gave me that shit I got a shitload of drugs stashed in this spare tire I'm laughing at cops caught in the internal affairs wireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy E.M.A. ’92Uh uh uh uh X a few times Push it back, kid Step the fuck back, kill the drama I be rippin' niggas like my name was Jeff Dahmer I'm the mad bomber, droppin dead babies off the roof Splat flat upon the street, crazy hard like a reef With a loop and the rhyme I design to cripple punks Parapalegic, I get strategic with the funk I process my stress then react on impact Flip the fuckin bigga(?) like the blunt that I pack With pot, got all types, domestic and exotic Big words, the mother fuckin pimp with narcotics The drug head thug pulls the plug on ya brain Then activates the shit that hits like a freight train So many rappers hate me cause I'm a sick fuck, dude I'll blow up but you won't and that's tough luck So let me kick back and smoke my hash And all the non-believers, you can eat my ass Up ya fuckin nose with the mother fuckin hose Big words, you motherfuckin nerds like Pete Rose I make mad hits just like a cannabis fix I flow Tick tock just like a bomb about to go off Body parts and limbs, I lick shots and blood clots Of so-called friends but (?) Behind my back, they're talking trash Cause I cash large cheques and they get vexed when I flex The complex compulsive, dead celebrity rap repulsive And so the dead-up result is They gettin' jealous cause I got the cash But all the backstabbers you can eat my ass Phat like a gat like a gun nigga run Yo my brain's like an uzi and my uzi weighs a ton Twist your fist around the mic if you wanna But if you step to me you're goin' out like (?) Smearin' feces, I increase the deceased The body count peaks you're dealin' with the dead freak (?) yo I came to talk business The snakes are crawlin' out the grass with the quickness Talkin' crazy shit like I should change my style But fuck that bullshit, I'd rather stay foul I know I'm gonna have the last laugh So all you fuckin' fakes you can eat my assEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dope Fiend*(Verse 1)* Let me get that needle, pass it When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky bastard The fastest, so I'm a flow exempt me Let me get a dozen bagels and a ??? Now please arrest me, officer 'Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure Take your blood pressure, examine, measure Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother I'm a born junky, I'll never recover *(Chorus)* 2x Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend Kid I got's to have it Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high Baby I'm a junky bastard *(Verse 2)* I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt, then rip off your brassiere I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B A-double-L, puffin' on a nick a crack in my jail-cell They pay me well for my services When I murder kids, I orgasm Then I get rid of the evidence Left up on the scene of the crime I spit back inside of my mouth when I rhyme Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy Let me get your crack-rock and all your money Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky I'm a six-inch it in then toss you in the lake like Ricki Illin' like a handy-capped spaz Peep the soup-bass, rippin' out the frame of your ass *(Chorus)* 2x *(Verse 3)* Walkin' through the rain, I saw you You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones I don't really care if you just returned your glasses I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry asses (?) Stop fantasizing about pizza-pies wit' (?) Body parts n shit, get your fuckin' throat slit 'Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago Call Hertz rent a rental car Think your crazy 'cause you got a scar Think again, I'll cut you again I'm a put that doody-casserole inside of your mother's oven *(Chorus)* 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mass Joint FreestyleI rip a hole in time and walk through it - I talk through it Like a terrorist holding guns and heads of hostages Gangster apocalypse, thug holocaust Throwing molotovs at ground-zero Carnovore, like Pete Steel(?) the art of war Kill the matador, kill the man with the bull I shatter your jaw I battle you all It's like the end of day show Criminals calling cocaine snow Doing blunts, blood splatters when they blow they nose The rap Tom Green, I rap obscene They try to throw my album on NASA(?) And Lars Ulrich from Metallica Super black market, we doped up like track markings Run up on cop cars and blast sergeants The rock legend In every magazine my cock's mentioned I leave the competition chopped headless, drowning in red piss It's Ill Bill, murder-murder kill-kill Run for the hills We thugging like ? [Outro: samples from Clerks, Carlito's way, Reservoir Dogs, Scarface etc.] This is the Utah State Police! We know you're in there! Come on out with your hands in the air! Come in here motherfuckers! Come on I'm waiting for you! Oh you ain't coming in? OK, I'm coming out! You ready? HERE COME THE PAIN! Freeze! Don't fucking move! Fuck you Asshole! I'm gonna fucking blow you away right now! Fuck that! Hey! I'm gonna shoot you in the FACE! Don't fuck with me! Request backup. 1200 South Main You think he'll kill a cop? They're not gonna shoot a cop Hey cop! *BANG BANG BANG* I'm a fucking cop! Take that motherfucker! Shot's fired! Officer down! Why you stupid fuck... Look at you now!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tony’s Killers[Verse 1: Lord Goat] Cause Charlie M was like my gusto model We use your mom for drug funds up in your father's Tahoe Trashing your condo, dip out, taking your bitch to [?] Romantic walks under the Verrazzano Heavy ammunition, the MAC-11 with the custom nozzle My persona, baby, laser beam with the ugly color [?] Enters whoever follows [?] Hollow-tips, watch them dissolve yo Back when Howie dropped a package off the Viper roof Rag Jordans, Scorpio fatigues, vests and sniper shoes We some righteous dudes Frozen bills, [?] Owning pistols, my shooters, long hairs like Tony's killers A posse pull up on PK Rippers My BK hitters stay lifted off three jars and the citrus Up in [?] place, chicken palm straight out of [?] Supreme [?] filled with coke With zero interest [Verse 2: ILL Bill] I pulled a knife on the connect Duffel bag, three rifles and a vest Ready to die like disciples of Koresh Young Gandolfini, head goon, Tacchini sweatsuit We be ready to shoot Hit 'em in the head and we scoot Di Fara’s for lunch Dead bodies sticking up the trunk [?] bag with two million sitting up in front North Carolina had two horses in my backyard Only Hebrew for two hundred rhymes[?] The grim reaper look like whoever holding the shotgun Dead bodies everywhere, jet before the cops come Killers drive-by cold, like the Good Humor man But fuck an ice-cream cone They shoot out your medulla, man Salute to firearms and Mercedes cars Motherfuck the ops and my baby moss Killers never doze off Graze you with the shotty, blow your nose off Razors in the party, take your Rollie offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 14 Years of Halftime[Intro: Riya Mae Braunstein] Hi, this is Riya. Congratulations Eclipse on your fourteenth anniversary of the Halftime Show! [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Holy shit, it's fourteen years already E, where did all the time go? I remember when you did your first Halftime Show Like it was just yesterday evening, goons is creeping Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters Eclipse rocking FatBeats, hoodies and fondle up shirts Him and (???) put in remarkable work I did this show so many times over the years for the right reasons Find a way to civilize a trife heathen The ILL Bill collective, suicide king, my sounds are hard drugs We God’s thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood Like you lost your head Talking to me is like having your fortune read By a fourth-century sorcerer that tortures men Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn Like a postal worker coming home drunk and just lost his job That’s what we dealing with in Roman times I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies And tried to brainwash, we know the value, everybody fucking hates cops And if you blasted one you gained props Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit None of these fucking idiot can DJ like Eclipse Fuck that! He be on top going for Fourteen Years of Rap If you love the real shit, give him dap Congrats to (???) and PD Cologne too Wednesday nights at , WNYU [Verse 2: Q-Unique] Incineration of your whole Generation X Better place your bets (???) DJ Eclipse (???) got the sign blinking Consider it illiterate, you can’t read between the lines (???) Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down Knock down and hit you with the impact of a DJ skid scratch With a big gat that'll flip your wig back (???) like a board of secret cult The vital data that can shatter government bodies Rock parties like a boulder rolling through a nightclub One might bug at the fact Fourteen Years of Rap got me underground dap I’m past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train Here’s the weight gain from the great brain Pass the spray paint!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Not Playing[Hook:]x2 It's Ill Bill and UG Hollow points will fill your mug, we not playing I'm just saying we real for real In the booth we let it spill yeah we body it [Verse 1: UG] Hey yo cash rules everything around me nigga A blast move everything around me with the HK I spit bars and get nookie Tell your bitch to chill, she might get snookied Anderson Silva bars, chokehold Either tap out or you'll black out It's that easy, flow off the heezy Heat leave your brain all over the floor where your feet be UG be one of the best Plus Ill Bill, that equals fuck the rest Fuck the world, I'm fucking your girl I'm fucked up off of the Yak I jump in the booth and body the track [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Pull out the shotty and clap, I'm like a suicidal jihadi attack Try to react, pull yourself together, keep your body intact Stuff your own intestines back in your body then shotgun you back Yeah I chopped you in half, bouncing with a hundred thousand in cash Top half of your body still talking mountains of trash Point blank range, one for you the sound of the gats A murder machine that's constantly evolving with class This is Ill Bill homie, hardcore like Esham Jump out the green van with a ratchet in each hand Fuck you talking to? Talk to the pistol Seeing visions of demons in a sorcerer's crystal It's official homie, listen [Hook:] [Verse 3: UG] Mind like Einstein, grind like Russell Gotti-like ties, won't cost to touch you I'm much too nice, I destroy the booth Paul Pierce flow homie here your boy's the truth My rap flows like capsules with crack in it You lack flows, you assholes are wack in it Makes me sick, I spit bars well Y'all DC comics my nigga I'm Marvel My art sells, I'm ark shell, I crush niggas You Carvel soft as shit, I flush niggas With IDE on the track it's the classic Anywhere anybody bet I smash it [Verse 4: Ill Bill] And never sleep, we insomniac Always popping and rob a diamond or pizza guy in the lobby rap Now puff a Phillie on the roof music Glenwood Projects where I started my goon movement Apartment 2C, ultramagnetic like Kool Keith I new UG before you MCs dropped blue cheese ? legacy carved in the stone wall in granite From playing Commodore 64 to touring the planet Stairwell Farragut Road capture the flow They closed South Shore High School ratchets explode My firearms are not user-friendly Ill Bill aka Shooter Jennings You fuck around you'll meet a gruesome ending [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Awaiting The Hour[Verse 1: Killah Priest] The gladiator's here [?] severest The stage is a colosseum, skull and bone mausoleum Also they play my rhymes, art museums Where I display my dark gothic teachings You can see ’em, my rhymes form from mind storms Lyrics are blizzard, no signs of warmth Children behind the corn, big silver rosary beads Blows underneath my feet Thick [?] of patchouli oil Blessed dry hemp inside aluminum foil Tattered arm, slow motion when I walk back 'round You hear the Vatican songs, hymns from the Catholic cons Master my psalms, black skies, Rabbis Bats fly followed by my entrance Splendid vengeance venting relentless Vintage rhymes bless blood, splash guts Flash to cannon of ash, the aftermath after life is grim Light turns dim, you grab the mic again You hermaphrodites will grin I was born from two Seraphims, pleased the Nephalim Genesis Six chapter, guess again The son of God had sex with the daughters Blessed, name was Walter Second quarter, I'll bring you all to the alter Prepare for slaughter and the offering Arastaph Christ cross in a sling of David Arming Rob in the haunting bars I spit Egyptian mysticism I’m more disturbed than Richard the Third This is the word [Chorus] I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine [?] I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine [?] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Undead cannibals unleased for the people feast I roam with scissors and walk amongst the talking lizards Drink rain from human skulls with Attila the Hun While my inner pain is translated and written in blood Enemies of peace in red robes, evil priests, dead scrolls Evil beats, Necro, lethal me or else chrome Enter into the realm of Satan, hell awaits, I elevate Levitate a billion miles above you when I meditate All the while the cults section that begin to chill your spine 'Cause I'mma rhyme, repeated words echo through your mind Blood blizzards, drug wizards, jux [?], guns [?] Fuck physics, the wife blew me then sucked his dick She got the hiccups, Gene Simmons, devil horns fist up Sharper than what got Tony Iommi's fingertips cut I’ll finger the slut, Mary Mother of Christ now a whore Slice her across the belly, open the door Messianic caesarean, Satanic ovarian, delirium A loose Atherian, imperium, a Christ illusion Do as thou wilt, your life’s a choosing Stigmata wounds ooze and Pazuzu possess Susan Seduced her to use her womb consumed by a doom lucid Lacerated sky, puss spewing, gooey putrid Revolting, repulsive, my lightning bolt voltages occultist A cultist holding the ambulance of codis Assaulting mind of Moses, my [?] Mohammed The coming of the comet erupted volcanoes of virus and vomit [Chorus] I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" I’m a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine [?] I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "Muthafuck, you're not ready" I’m a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "[?] from the slum" I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" I'm a Slayer album personified Holocaust, Columbine "[?] from the slum"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The RealestThese young boys with dreams of taking my crown I can't have 'em They got wild imaginations I'm something they can't fathom Something too true or ankle killing From a .22 in the boot of a villain Who's doper than whoever you were I'm doper than a whore shooting dope in the sewer The whole city built on piss and floating manure That travels in pipes, train stations and scavenger types You can get your shit took and stabbed with a knife By a lick, crook, a quick jab and big hook These sick fags trying to find out where I live, look I got a crew of goons looming larger than Bigfoot To fuck you up and throw human parts in a pickup Truck come, a sick fuck, since I made six bucks And now I'm all papered out and getting my dick sucked With power, now you cowards get your tummy stitched up [Hook: Slaine] (2) I'm larger than life, who the fuck are you prick? I got an 8-Ball, beat you with a pool stick! I walk in the dark, the burglar at night This is the realest shit you heard in your life, aight? [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Young amateurs play themselves Making mistakes, they young shooters Dude stay in your lane, youngsta I'll give you a young funeral And no funeral home, if these walls could talk They'd paint a picture of the aftermath of wars are sparked Doors are locked, coffins lowered deep into the ground Shovels and dirt shift while families weeping to the sound But the world keeps turning and the plot thickens Street Robin Hoods are earning and the cops are bitches Another day, another million dollars Another soldier sent home a crippled father In the war with religious martyrs Overseas concerts shocking all like senseless bombings My hood soldiers be on your momma's block with pistols popping It's a vicious cycle of horrible events It gets worse, you try to kill me, I'll body you instead Learn the hard way, lose your life fucking with real goons You dudes better smarten up real soon! [Hook: Slaine] (2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Billion$ On My MindILL BILL: I don’t wear a chain, I snatch and bring them to Jack at Albee Square Mall Big homie, bringing it back Farragut Road, Uncle Howie’s heroin habits No competition, these other rappers they’re all faggots I keep it hotter than summer of 88 Jordan 3’s on my feet, right before they dropped “Do the right thing” Beyond that, I’m top rank Hard beats, hard raps Million dollar contracts, billions on my mind, man The kid is prepared, always carrying pistols in pairs I calculate like a digital scale Kept it fresh even after Non Phixion was staled Crashing Ferraris like Vince Neil after sniffing a rail “ILL BILL be the future” is real Volume 2: I’m Goon, homie, like an ice pick in your ear My beats lock you up like I hit your face with a brick, you half-dead But my lines is still making you think ILL BILL, LCN, this felon is venomous And get more pussy like Hellen DeGeneres Extra-intelligent, relevant, degenerate From Canarsie’s cemetery to The Glenwood tenements Hang with gangs, bang beats, bang with pistols Anything that I’m involved with bangs official If she wants it like that, I'ma bang your sister Run up on the president’s wife and bang the system Listen Oh, y’all didn’t know I make beats, did you? There is a lot y’all motherfuckers don’t know about me, man 2007, ILL BILL, The motherfucking Cult Leader The Hour of Reprisal, La Coka Nostra’s A Brand You Can Trust I don’t know if y’all motherfuckers is ready, you think they ready? SLAINE: Yo, you wanna fucking drive for me, man? You got to get drunk before you drive, what the fuck ILL BILL is the future, I’m the past, I’m a never-was Whatever, let this shit play Banging shit, fuck itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch[Intro: Necro] Exclusive! Suck A Dick! Fucking whore! Total album coming soon, scumbags! [Verse 1: ILL Bill] So what's the 4-1-1 hun? [Hook: ILL Bill] Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch I'm not playing, yo I'm saying Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch I'm not playing, yo I'm saying Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch I'm not playing, yo I'm saying Dreams of fucking a porno flick bitch I'm not playing, yo I'm saying [Verse 2: ILL Bill] [Hook: ILL Bill] [Outro: Necro and Uncle Howie]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Walking Dead[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist Kill the cartel, rule the land with a iron fist Ruste Juxx I be spitting that Body new rappers, homie, watch who you getting at Brrap, the bold cap snapback I hit you with the brrat 'till your cap snap back Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates I'm organizing late funerals and early wakes For any hot stepper trying to dance with the devil Gravedigger, stand over your corpse with a shovel Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I'm out They building something on the lands so now I gotta dig 'em out Hoodfella, I rob for deniros Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero My patience is zero, I'm keeping it a hundred Everytime I had a fight in my life I never fronted I'm the realest [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Illest man walking, night of the living dead Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared I'm the illest man walking, night of the living dead Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st House keeping, streets sweeping when doing my dirty work Marijuana sparker, playing that drum like Travis Barker Fam, I will valet park ya Take your keys then get that cake before you leave Gun talk, shooting the breeze I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred emcees Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees That mac wind made his hat spin There's a million mad men in my trash bin So when I buck at you bastards Calm your frontline, and call it a muscle relaxer Results of my violence is silence, we all can sleep Me home, you six feet deep Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it Everytime I step to the plate, I never bund it I'm the illest [Hook] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] I'm a product of the projects, a menace to society My consciense thinks progress but my greed thinks violently Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back Taking what I wanna take, homie, I'm a scumbag So disrespectful I know my parents taught me better than that But couldn't keep me away from felony rap Not talking about music, this is felony robbery Strong arm with the uzi, intercepting the economy Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground And I'm too broke to own a silencer, homie, this is loud Matter of fact, definetely, make your ears ring Crazy you can get shot and not feel it at first, it's a weird thing Pass out, wake up in the emergency room With people you never met before nursing your wounds Your little sister crying, doctors are inserting a tube Down your throat, oh well, nothing personal dude Bill is the illest [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy MurderedExtra extra! Read all about it! Extra extra! Read all about it! Extra extra! Read all about it! Sucker stepped up and got murdered [Verse 1: Ill Bill] The architect before the hour begins I bring storm to your valley of death Without fear with my pistol up to your head Your life is an illusion, a mirage, and a perversion Of God, orgies and morbid sorcery shall arise From the Judas Priest, the altar of madness Join us at the darkest Sabbath Pick hollowtips, harvest Magnums My crops is Glocks, farmer tan’s tropical My arms are black metal with threaded barrels and chopper screws Electric skull up in the wall of voodoo Felt like clips based all upon call of ktulu A real dude AKA Bill Duke, I kill crews Big goons homie shoot up the casket, we fill tombs Make shit move, twist truth, never will lose Pull out the big Uz, let the clips cruise Every word I speak causes explosions I torture soldiers, hearts frozen AR-15s and roses, stiffening decomposing You got murdered [Chorus x 2] [Verse 2: Crooked I] Yo thirty-nine ounce pistol rosewood handle Five heads thrown to the barrels spitting new ammo If it’s over my money that’ll make a dude scramble I’m dough, cheese, and bread, I’m the fucking food channel Putting two through your flannel, man I murderlize you My Tech ex your clan like the grand verbalizer You piss in the wind, my pistol will circumcise you While I’m talking more shit than people selling fertilizer For you to be on a higher level than Crooked I You’d have to hire a pilot to write your rhymes in the sky Then tell the pilot to crash the plane, burn, and fry Now even he’s like me cause I’m fly till I die C-O-B yeah who got a problem with me? Your eyes are skinny as the body of Whitney To survive when I’m popping semis I’m dropping any, God forgive me Now Long Beach is Gotham City [Chorus x 2] [DJ Eclipse Scratching]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Santa Sangre------------------------------------------EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stick N Move (Remix)Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em Treat it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em Brr! stick ‘em hi-hi-high stick ‘em You ain’t got to explain shit Born Unique: Stick and move the switchblades, down to four-fifths Do it gladiator style, hit you with the raw fist Sniffing the raw fish makes your jaw twitch First joint was hot, remix more sick Stick and move, try it with me, the wrong shit You picked the wrong vic Catch you at church wearing the wrong kicks You can’t run now sonny, ain’t nothing funny I want the money, body filled with dummies So here we go, be like “Not him!” Cats hate me in the (…) But never shot him, never got him Do me a favor, I’m ready to die I’ll be waiting heavy in the cut cleaning my nines With a dime between my thighs cleaning my nine Greasy grimy guy been seen with demon eyes Brrr! stick em, hi-hi-high stick ‘em Yo!, Sha pull the whip over, I see another victim Chorus Killa Sha: Yo, yo, straight to the point like twenty minutes to one Still in 06, a nigga’ll get hung Spit out venomous shit from the lungs Lames be tucking in their links when I come Pull up to the club, nothing less than ten guns The god came to party then snatching funds Niggas don’t say a word until I’m done I really think you wanna get home to your son and to ya wife So look into my eyes Come on daddy you know what this is already, nigga Yo, I ain’t really playing around with this And I’m right up on you, son I don’t plan to miss I’m high off that dust and lion piss Give niggas the business and I’ll smash their bitch There it is, Unique and the QB kid Stick-n-move, nigga straight from the bridge Chorus ILL BILL: Never hit a man with glasses, hit him with a brick If he doesn’t give up his shit, hit him with a clip I don’t suffer from insanity, enjoy every minute of it My hobby’s armed robbery, it’s really fun When a motherfucker run and try to jog from bullets I blow wigs off leaving flat tops and mullets When you die go to Heaven, till then welcome to Hell Give me something to bring to the porn shop and sell I snatch diamonds and rubies, Pradas and Guccis My getaway driver push Hondas and (…) Run up in your fucking house with Llamas and Uzis And a roll of duct tape for your momma and your two seeds Homie, even Snoop loves La Coka (…) half bandana on a skull with toasters Lie the fuck down homie, put your hands on your head While I’m walking out the door with my hands on your bread Stupid! ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ill Bill - Chrissy Snow[Intro Sample] [Ill Bill] My shooter really do this with the Uzi in Jerusalem Lookin like a Jewish Huey Lewis Speed boats off the Greek coast , we grasp and we toast She had a mean ass and a deep throat A drug dealers peripheral , a nipple full of sniffable Dominican blow was called Chrissy snow 3 Sclupa needs a 8 ball meet me at the Breagal Beager In the back Booth seated with the deagle Re-revolutionize the crack deal Make the workers rock their titties out so they can't steal I'm a champagne problem on a beer budget In other words I'm a problem you can't afford to fuck with Hit with bullets respond with warheads My God vs your God until we all dead My Gucci cost more than your entire life Buy it twice Mine drip like the eyes of a crying Christ [Hook] Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers x2 [Kool G Rap] You already know Pan ain't flying the gram suppliers Pro Gun handles inside the top brand attire Open fire on any men in them sandals try us Problems solve em revolver got the answer by us Done deals with kingpins shook the hands of siors Big amounts swiss accounts when they handle buyers Benz tied up the landels a mansion by us Man on fire my life what every man desire Baby vampires that blow like the standing choirs Glance twice at something nice thats a chance for hire She run icecream machienes like the brand of Breyers Bitch on magazine covers with the Phantom by her Pablo Escobar safari nigga panthers tigers Serious ciphers cigar blowin with Ol Jodas He turned farmers from goat herders to boat loaders Save young girls from rape and pillage Guerrilla warfare with soldiers came to take the village Now they safe as sound founded behind the gates of Villas Chefs makin steaks with skillets Gorgeous and grown up the shapes the illest Lingerie on the maid the laces silk shit Take no time to milk If they send a pillow i blaze it kill it Oh God we face light, raise the billions G and Bill we at the Billiards Benjamin Bills caked in the millions [Hook] Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chasing The Dragon (Moshpit Mix)[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 Stronger than morphine Crazier than crack cocaine Heavier than heroin dancing in your veins Chasing The Dragon Dancing on your grave Lace you with bangers Necro and ILL motherfucking Bill Lace you with madness [Verse 1: Necro] The Satanic Mephisto rap Aristocrat of butchery Malevolent monarch of murder just kicking back Lounging, the four-pound packing scoundrel Gore hound clapping your counsel Wrapping you up, surround your grill with bandages Strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom Mummify you of credence The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy Pessimistic blessed it, react with fear when you see the Maggy Brutality Part 1 mentality, arsenic Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff Black Mass Lucifer acid casket, back draft flame rap Hit the crack pipe glass, blast it An alien from another dimension Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 [Verse 2: ILL Bill] A murderous brain, the mind of a surgeon turned insane We swoop down like vultures or birds of prey Burn your veins, like heroin, my words are grey They call me ILL cause I'm sicker than the germs in AIDS Young Vader, if my gun ain't it your mouth, keep it shut, hater Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later Not here, take it elsewhere They'll find your legs and arms in a month They'll find your head next year A masterpiece, cop-killer, blast police Laughing at an NYPD catastrophe Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam I'm selling rap to teens like crack to fiends Only after you lose everything Is when you're free to do anything that you want And I'm a take it in blood I'll feed you a feast of middle fingers and fuck you's Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face, follow through [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2 [Verse 3: Necro] You'll catch a belligerent bludgeoning By the metaphysical technician of execution We'll cut your spleen Surgically cutting your brain purposely Nervously, lobotomy, fucking insane circuitry Hip-hop autopsy rap Cadaverous, the maverick of gun popping I'm on a not having it kick Entrepreneur gore rep it Tepic like a septic schizo I'm a sicko technically perfected [Verse 4: ILL Bill] It's type hard trying a blow up in the NYC I won't stop until Jordan's rocking ILL Bills on his feet The first fifteen minutes a Saving Private Ryan How I fire iron Run up on you shooting and start a riot I'm like John Leslie in his prime, emptying nines Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds A powerful weapon My words sharp enough to leave audiences of thousands headless Murder from out the mouth of legends [Chorus: ILL Bill] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Orgy of the DamnedI be getting backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs I'm on drugs, during sex I use anal beads and butt plugs I'm holding hookers dooty holes hostage I spend my nights on 42nd street searching for chicks that into bondage Torture tactics I practice, tear up your mattress Kidnap an actress, than activate my raiding plastics My zany antics keep the ladies frantic And when I sadomise a secretary I'm very romantic It must be all the medial substances, cigarettes and black coffee I'm smoking crack rocklets with morpheme I guess she would say I'm a junkie One sprinkle of coke on my cock and I'm feeling mass funky I'd like to be a role model Picture me on the screen with a bloody butcher knife and a Bacardi bottle People go think "What were they thinking?" But then who would'a thought that O.J. Simpson would turn into Joeeeel Rifkin Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned Orgy of the Damned Welcome to the Orgy of the Damned Experience all your lusts and fantasies first hand I'm searching for hitchhiking virgins Yeah, you know, the type of girl that's down for like what ever's your perversion She's got the itch but doesn't know quite how to scratch it So I'm slipping the bitch amoeba during a surgic acid To cause a Cumshot Bonanza The way I'm getting all up in that ass you'd think I was a case of colon cancer Plus I'm diseased in the mental And when I'm feeling stressed I inject direct to my left ventricle Pumping fluids containing pharmaceuticals to keep me kooky Some people would describe my vibe as spooky Or freaky, cause I be kinkier than Ludfried Kamel The pussy vandal, sticking my fingers in for samples (Chorus X2) I'm doing the type of sex that pimps do Cherry girls be hanging out my hat like I was down with Eazy-E's crew Creeping through public transportation turnals Looking for alcoholic sluts willing to use their mouths as urinals I like a really touchy-feely 3 girls and some baby oil squirming on my pastropedic suite Some and join in by a cult of love I'll initiate you with some anastatics and a rubber glove I get my kicks from watching chick flicks European women shooting around out their lactating tits Now that's what I call entertainment Some into the Orgy of the Damned and free yourselves from the enslaaaavements (Chorus X 2) Soya juiceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tales To Astonish[Intro] [Verse 1: ILL Bill}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Beware Of The Pale Horse[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Guerilla Star Wars weapons systems Controlling my thoughts plus several pistols The good shepherd listens exercising mental figures Illuminati enterprises with relentless interest With it I enter the streets, conspiracy left to witness Death and sickness stretch across the wilderness, etched in the scriptures Molested temptresses whisper, plеasures of sex with ancestral sistеrs Our terrorism influence decisions Intercepting children, Timothy McVeigh, the federal buildings The all-seeing eye, nuclear winter Bleeding sky talking to God screaming, "Why?" with tears in your eyes Fall on your blade like a samurai, betrayal of his family ties Agonize, violence amplifies, bystanders die No reason, tattoo tears, chrome Jesus Iced out Moses and planet pyramids in Giza Seeking out your reinvention within the species of deception Resemble humans but spawned from reptilian conception Digital Mohammed, critical atomic, pinnacle and violent, cynical Islamic, symphonic Microchipatronic, chips ahoy, cyborgs are built to destroy Murder world, I'm like arcade with a billion in coins Better yet I'm like Bilderberg, pull away the curtain and reveal the word Throw you in the dirt, split the work I hit you with Star Wars heaters, helicopter hit your four-seater Ill Bill the Cult Leader, porn feeder [Verse 2: William Cooper] Step into the mind of Jesus, Aramaic teachings Look through the eyes of Osiris, see I'm wanted in the precincts Shipped to the depths of Hell with handcuffs on my wrists The evil eye of the pyramids, the terrorist icepick Venomous vaccines injected into your blood stream The resurrection of John Gotti with bulletproof wings When an angel sing, it's not just another thug's dream It's the beloved propane with that infrared beam Pay homage to the holy gladiator, hood saviour Duct tape to the face of heartless dictators Hollow tips in the chambers, send traitors to their maker The eraser, vengeance on my mind like Darth Vader And it's foul, false prophets lead you to the slaughterhouse With a smile on their face, poison pour out their mouth Got caught in the crossfire between angels and demons So I'm forever at war the hell that haunt my being Fighting all-eye-seeing, all I'm seeing Is crime and poverty, the Devil's hand's in everything From politics to religion, the glitch in the system Is they can't blindfold my vision, keep my eyes open and listen Believe half of what I see and even less that I'm hearing The truth's been called on the walls of ancient pyramids The secret government responsible for killers' souls Fucked up, they got you thinking Cooper's the villainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Karma[Verse 1: Block McCloud] [Verse 2: ILL Bill] [Verse 3: MF Grimm]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Surrounded[Intro: Necro] Yo, it's Necro, you’re father ILL BILL album coming soon You better cop it or you get deaded [Verse 1: ILL BILL] I'm surrounded by hatred and lust, angels in dusk Cocaine and sluts, dangerous thugs Blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind me with guide dogs Design war, final call, homicidal core Torture chambers and rape rooms The same goons, drinking grey goose and grape juice What's really good or bad, it’s relative Never been begun neutral But if you fuck with my family I shoot you, I'm too crude My apologies, got me bugging, committing armed robberies Most likely to probably die violently Who the fuck are you stupid, I carry two clips One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs We're like Miami Beach on New Years Eve Blindly singing rush rush, give me yayo hanging with the gypsy kings I spit these stings, make a business man spit phlegm Kicking these raps or kick you in the face with Timbs Full up on your desk, 4000 square foot office supplies Fought to survive, torture your mind Car chase, two cop cars survived Hundred bill park way, I'm rhyming for the cop killer to die Nothing sacred any more, take your last breath What I am, what I want, I 'm only after death, I'm obsessed If superheroes were real, they'd be evil So all board to Tel Aviv, take the shit over and never leave America's dream, bleed like an elephant fiend Heavy Metal heroin scene, forever intrigued Caught you with your guard down and your pistols up Hit you with the 4 pound and you spit some blood Faggot! [Outro: Necro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Your Dead(verse 1) Ahhhhhh, necro! Yo, the most morbid overdose off it Like cindy crawfords baby comatose in the coffin Im awful, often unlawful Crack you with a softball in your skull Until youve lost all your memory, every morsel Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street While you duplicate, repeat Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat Ive got a gun to pull And Im comfortable Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld Where bigger hoes than you didn't come to your girl Bustin off like Im huntin for squirrels A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls And thats that, you bullshit artists Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack Through an intruders chest right through the flesh Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap Like hookers from budapest Chorus: Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead Dead Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre so dead And thats what I said Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead Dead Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead (so dead) thats what I said (verse 2) Ill bills seen demons in back of taxi cabs My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab Or a crack drag or black flag Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated Then some other motherfucker levitated Talkin bout some vampire shit like hes dedicated Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes Its like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to kill you Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and I Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry And we all sick, quick to torture you Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat Like you sniffed a pound of coke, youre startin to choke ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keep Firin’[Hook] [Verse 1: ILL Bill] But Tell-lie-vision owns the youth We keep firing! [Hook] [Verse 2: Madd Joker] Black and white cruisers Bullets with tips made of hollow [Hook] [Verse 3: ???] [Hook] [Outro: Everlast] Once again, back in the house, Mr. Everlast AKA Fidel Astro, AKA The Mighty Whitey Ford AKA Mr. fucking White is in the fucking building A brand you can motherfucking trust!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Clarity[Verse 1: ILL Bill] You can call me Genghis Khan Broken home kids get loose for chains and kronz [Verse 2: J-Love] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I see things clear now, I'm a little older I have clarity now But that ain't never gonna happen I'm tired of all y'all laughingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Owl SoapI had to get high, I was living in the streets. Every time the guy sold his bundle and went to get another one, I stepped on the corner where he was standing and sold the soap to his customers. When I saw him coming... When I saw him coming, I ran off around the corner. TNT pulls up and like an idiot I was showing up, I say you can't arrest me, it's soap. They threw it away, handcuffed me, went and busted him. And made me his co-dependent. And they offered him a year if he confesses, and says I dealt. He said "Yes, your honor, I was dealing," he pointed to me, "He was dealing with me." He walked right out of the courtroom. A year is only eight months in city jails, you only have to do eight months. So he walked out, and I got a two-to-four for selling soap. A two-to-four for selling soap...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Focus on BILLOh, yeah What the fuck is up, y’all La Coka Nostra in the building Bringing New ILL BILL Is The Future Vol. 2 I’m a motherfucking goon! What’s going on? My favorite entertainment is violence I’m addicted to it Myself in fact I’m part of the science Part of the problem but I don’t wanna solve nothing Fuck you, pay me I grab myself a Grammy I’m a hustler Honestly thought, I’m not part of the problem at all I’m perfect reflection of the Devil and God at war This is LCN - AKA La Coka Nostra Disrespect me, homie, I’ma soak you with toasters In other words I’ma turn your world into a funeral Your life into a bloodbath, your girl into a urinal This is true shoot first, we buck shotties Coroner comes in a black van and clean up bodies Hour of reprisal is the re-up, papi You are fucking asshole if you think you can’t stop me If I kidnap the judge’s wife, justice to the people Shoot the policeman, justice to the people Overthrow the government, bring justice to the people Wanna hear my new album? This is just a preview A little something keeps you eager to listen My words hits you like I walk up to your ear with a pistol Focus on BILL, it’s my year Place your bet I’m taking back like a boombox that plays cassettes The greatest, the main event when I spray this set Bang you in your fucking head until your brain is bent Focus on BILL, it’s my year Place your bet I’m taking back like a boombox that plays cassettes The greatest, the main event when I spray this set Bang you in your fucking head until your brain is bent Stupid!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Push The Button[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Vultures of every culture Wall Street terror come in strange packages Change your opinion like media deceive the planet I carry a four-fifth with a chrome extension [Hook: ILL Bill] Cause a nuclear apocalypse (Push the button!) It only takes one dickhead to (Push the button!) Go ahead and press your luck (Push the button!) Holy shit, we're all fucked, someone (Push the button!) [Verse 2: SKAM?] Check your Weekly Planet [Hook: ILL Bill] Cause a nuclear apocalypse (Push the button!) It only takes one dickhead to (Push the button!) Go ahead and press your luck (Push the button!) Holy shit, we're all fucked, someone (Push the button!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dead Serious[Verse 1: Verbal Kent] I got a knife with your name on it [Verse 2: Lance Ambu] I dwell in the basement with the remains of rats I'm on some Fight Club shit, y'all on Brokeback Mountain [Verse 3: ILL Bill] My every verse a valuable painting A crossroads of sorts Listen to the way the missiles click into silos Like a bitch getting fisted with a dick in her eye holeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Throwback JerseyThey got shit for brains (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Septagram)"When you rip off the New York mob, the only place to hide is a jungle where no one wants to look." "Come on, bitch, where's your stuff?" "If the cops don't nail them, the syndicate will... Make them die slowly!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Goin Out In A Blaze[Verse 1: Slaine] If I owned a nuclear bomb then I'd sell it to Obama to aim at Osama Kill a million people with no karma I won't harm a child or civilian To save my son's life I'll annihilate a million A fucked up thing, isn't it though? The whole world's evil, I just gotta live in it though I got no problem holdin' a gun to stick in your throat I spent my entire life mixin' liquor and coke Stick my dick in her throat, C'mon what's her name, Tammy? From Miami... She likes walks on the beach in fly panties She thinks she can sing, wiggling her fly fanny If titties and ass were songs, she'd have five Grammies Instead there's like five Tammys in every town and city It's just that she's a dumb bitch who's now Methodius I have a fascination of pain and lacerations I face a tragic nation, live inside my imagination It's hideous, look what I've done, look at what I've become This is what I do; putting acid hits on my tongue [Hook: Jaysaun] (x2) What can you believe when you're deceived? When you can't leave and you can't breathe You are trapped like rats in a maze If we are going out, we are going out in a blaze [Verse 2: ILL Bill] "Don't worry, it's not loaded." said the man playing Russian Roulette Picked up the Glock and shot himself in the head Stay back, this thing could hurt someone Matter of fact, come closer, put this in your mouth Then zoom in for the close-up It's a real small world, homie, count your blessings There's nobody that you shitted on really forgets it Never sleep cause payback'll be really expensive Eventually they'll seek vengeance when you least expect it Every man dies, not every man really exists Are you a real dude or a dude that was really a bitch? Would you help me out of a bad spot or dig me a ditch? Do you really have my back or are you really a snitch? How many times? Sure you've heard the stories Multi-million dollar robberies, murder employees Now my soul is one step away from purgatory They took my kindness for a weakness and they turned it on Me Sprayed burners on me and left me to bleed [Hook: Jaysaun] (x2) What can you believe when you're deceived? When you can't leave and you can't breathe You are trapped like rats in a maze If we are going out, we are going out in a blazeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ready For War Freestyle (Remix)You don't like Ill Bill you can s** my dick You don't like Non Phixion you can s** my dick You don't like my dawg Pro you can s** my dick You don't like Necro you can s** my dick You don't like Beat Down you can s** my dick You don't like Uncle Howie you can s** my dick You don't like J Grand you can s** my dick S** my dick B**h, you can s** my dick! Verse 1: I keeps it gully, peep the skully I pump you, I throw a hole through your whole sh** I leave you looking like a blood transfusion gone bad With no dick, you a hoe, b**h The only thing you know is you don't know sh** And that's a good thing, peep the heat the hood bring I be in Brooklyn and e'rybody know my crew sling 'nough d**, we 'nough thugs with 'nough guns The only thing you faggot cats pull out is butt plugs I got this coke-head lesbian b**h that blow head That will shoot you in the dick point blank range then jet The gangster of love, grimy like Sanford and Sons Verse 2: My magnum's a drug Splatter you then dance in your blood I bust repeatedly I always knew that God hated me, created me Threw me on a planet that's afraid of me My date of birth will be the day the earth learn to hate love At fourteen is when I first heard Reign in Blood At fifteen is when I first start to play with guns At seventeen I ate my first blunt laced with dust At twenty-one I shot Reagan and made the paper son My life is Non Phixion, s**, d** and laser guns Love junkie drug producer, I f**ed Medusa plus her two sisters My clique is murderous, your crew's b**hes Confused victims walk around wounded and oozing liquids Shoot you then threw the biscuit In the dumpster, flew to Kingston I f**ed Halle Berry in the bathroom during the Grammy's Then ate Roumanian steak at Sammy's We rhyme like we never got paid yet, I face debts smiling I die in a shootout with eight vets Mr. Ill Bill a**a**inate character witnesses in courtrooms In front of the judge and jury and their kids I'm like the side of the Force that the righteous man walks With a big pistol cocked the f** back when I talk MOTHERFUCKERS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Straight Illin[Verse 1: Steven King] Uh, I'm a real nigga Catch me on the streets before you catch me on Twitter Take a look, cops got books with faces, I call it the real Facebook Gotta grab my gun, that coochie rapping got a brother on the run I’ll be a slumped-on millionaire before a bum Take a sit, man, I'm hot like Jamaican Rum I make you run like Forrest Gump And our 'pliers will bring more than goons Shots fired, one bullet hit the autotunes Start the violence, a king like Leonidas Set it off like Theo, people die over egos, uh [?] like "Fuck y’all niggas" [?] Back up, or feel the wrath of a Mack Truck No 4-leaf clovers, this straight bad luck Down the road I cock back then squeeze, down you go I'm a G, you think I'm talking 'bout a thousand, yo Knock your ass out like Codeine and Tylenol King's wiling, y'all [Hook: SKAM2?] This shit is off the hook, believe that shit Stare if you want, we don't see that shit Sound like a bitch, can't be no pimp So even if you run, you will get hit ’Cause Bill is illin’, King is illin' What more can I say? We street villains SKAM is illin’, we straight illin' What more can I say? Aye! [Verse 2: ILL Bill] La Coka Nostra, I'm a cult leader Catch me in business class, so clean with the heater OZ, a OG, I'm OT with the cheeba Overseas with the reefa, Codeine in my teacup Jesus Hitler Adolf Christ, bugs on me Scrape off lice, drivebys sprayed off twice Came back, shot you in the head eight more times Then jetted off to the lab to create more crimes History is written by the winners I’m from New York, homie, the hottest of Summers, the bitterest of Winters Bear witness, bear bubble coats, brother Snub Nose Uncle cut throats, father fuck hoes, mama loves coke Drama unfolds, this is not TV land A brand you can trust, say thanks to Steely Dan ILL Bill, shoot to kill, super real like the youth of Brazil Beautiful girls on unusual pills, yeah [Hook: SKAM2?] This shit is off the hook, believe that shit Stare if you want, we don't see that shit Sound like a bitch, can't be no pimp So even if you run, you will get hit 'Cause Bill is illin', King is illin' What more can I say? We street villains SKAM is illin', we straight illin' What more can I say? Aye! [Verse 3: SKAM2?] What the fuck you talking 'bout? See, when this thing is out My mechanisms spit a flow even in a drought Cool as a Guinness Stout in Bob Marley's hand With Biggie rolling a [?] for Martin Luther King Fuck who you think you is, I'm everything you ain't You only do what you can, I do what you can't 'Cause on the beat, I'm a beast, I'm a freak With a leash long enough for me to chase every pussy off streets that I reside Roll 'til I wreck out, add more black to my soul 'til I checkout If you ain't fam, I'd never stick my neck out SKAM's a cult leader, taking your whole sect out And that's real talk for your fake ass I'm kinda hungry, dawg, better break fast With your snake ass, it's time to mow grass If you ain't quick on the dash, that's yo' ass [Hook: SKAM2?] This shit is off the hook, believe that shit Stare if you want, we don't see that shit Sound like a bitch, can't be no pimp So even if you run, you will get hit 'Cause Bill is illin', King is illin' What more can I say? We street villains SKAM is illin', we straight illin' What more can I say? Aye!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Die Hard[Intro: ILL Bill] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: ILL Bill] I'm America's nightmare, smiling face of a gangster nation Never ask for favours or affidavits I'm double dutch like Rancid blazing I'm double clutch like phantoms racing I'm in the cut like a lacerations tacking paper Never plan vacations, plan assassinations Truthfully I'd rather draft a business plan for Satan Fascinated with hundred million dollar ransom payments And dancers famous for fellatio like Nancy Reagan I can't be patient, I doctor passports and fast forward past whores Guerilla pimp up in this cash war About to blast off, listen to the fast talk Breakin the sound barrier and shattering your glass jaw I'm highly recommended, highly respected Finely perfected, the ILL Bill virus, find me injected I leave society infected, I attack with a variety of weapons Any survivors will be divine intervention [Hook: Scratched] It's impossible to lose I push death in any enemy's future, we shoot ya You not the truth No matter where you're from, you'll be done [Verse 2: Crooked I] I'm cruising with that super bazooka that'll shoot and ruin ya Fuck with my ruby, you're choosing a future with Lucifer Sleep with the fishes, troopers will have to SCUBA To scoop you up and find you in a net like they Googled ya Who the fuck you think you're playing around with? Vomit in your ear just to show you I sound sick My round spit like a pitcher chewing tobacco Get down quick, I'm wacko like Tyson in round six My mind and mentality is somewhere around Vick's Kill you and your dogs, I ain't talking about pits Who you throwing a tantrum? You ain't talking about shit Cut your fit out before I cut your outfit This is how East Side Long Beachers do it Soon as you run for your car, I'ma beat you to it Soon as you pop your trunk, I'ma eat your Buick Then leave you in your own trunk leaking fluid [Hook: Scratched] It's impossible to lose I push death in any enemy's future, we shoot ya You not the truth No matter where you're from, you'll be doneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Luciferian Imperium Opium Business[Intro sample] It took at least sixty centuries to bring poppy's euphoric effects from the cradle of civilization all the way to the opium pipes in Canton... But within only a few decades, modern science was able to funnel the poppy’s impact right into the central nervous system, in one cool blast... [ILL Bill] Yo, I caught the bodies, Frank butchered them Grimy like the snatch in a hooker's den It's ILL Bill, look at these people, who the fuck is them? Bullets penetrate minds Exit the brain and penetrate the next guy Demonstrate how Death rides Tell Satan I say hiEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy People Up On ItGet some Cool-Aid smiles (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brooklyn CatsSchool shooter looking for me? Here I go! (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy N.Y. State of Mind[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man) It's time, man (Aight, man, begin) Yeah—straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo—now; [Verse 1] Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind [Chorus] New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind [Verse 2] Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind [Chorus] New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind [Outro: Sample] "Nasty Nas—"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ether[Produced by Ron Browz] [Intro] Fuck Jay Z! (What's up, niggas? Ayo, I know you ain't talkin' about me, dog You? What?!) Fuck Jay Z! (You been on my dick, nigga You love my style, nigga) Fuck Jay Z! [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you – the king – you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already [Verse 1] Brace yourself for the main event, y'all impatiently waitin' It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive Who's the best: Pac, Nas and B.I.G.? Ain't no best East, West, North, South, flossed out, greetings I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts left, chest/face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne! I got this locked since '91, I am the truest Name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters, but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music Check it [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you – the king – you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already [Interlude 1] Ayo, pass me the weed! Put my ashes out on these niggas, man Ayo, you faggots, y'all kneel And kiss the motherfuckin' ring! [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you – the king – you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already [Verse 2] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back, but in my face Y'all some well-wishers, friendly-acting, envy-hiding snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo To explode it on a camel and his soldiers I can handle this for dolo, and his manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint (Dick!) First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say That you better than B.I.G Dick-suckin' lips, why don't you let the late great veteran live? [Interlude 2] I… will… not… lose God's son across the belly I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? Ill Will, rest in peace! Let's do it, niggas! [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you – the king – you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already [Verse 3] Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you, ‘cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad watchin' his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women Were you abused as a child? Scared to smile? They called you ugly? Well, life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin' chased through your building Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was give you a style for you to run with Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God Wearin' Jaz' chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip yo' ass, you 36 in a karate class? You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge? Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together: I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas Feel these hot rocks, fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas Foxy got you hot ‘cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin' girls now ‘cause of your looks? Ne-gro, please! You no-mustache-havin' With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans you whack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Kane To Irv, to B.I.G. – and Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons! Ha! R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label, gunned up and clapped quick Shawn Carter to Jay-Z – damn, you on Jaz dick! So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life’s a Bitch[Produced by L.E.S. & Nas] [Intro: AZ and Nas] Ayo, what's up, what's up? Let's keep it real, son, count this money You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe You know what I'm sayin'? ‘Cause we spendin' these Jacksons The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right? Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, then what, man, what?! [Verse 1: AZ] Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it ‘Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters But somethin' must've got in us, ‘cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition Keepin' this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us 'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leavin' thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high ‘Cause life's a bitch and then you die [Chorus: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye [Verse 2: Nas] I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessin' The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated ‘cause I made it One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull, ‘cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash And got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!" That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage [Chorus: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die [Trumpet Outro: Olu Dara]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The World Is Yours[Produced by Pete Rock] [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? [Verse 1: Nas] I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I’m throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? [Verse 2: Nas] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours) To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life I trip, we box up crazy bitches, aimin' guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days when sellin' smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Jesús, soakin' they sins in trays Of holy water, odds against Nas is slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead in right direction How you livin'? Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre? You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) [Bridge] Break it down It's yours, it's yours It's yours, it's yours [Verse 3: Nas] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow ‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom The crew is lampin' Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (Yeah) The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) [Outro: Nas & Pete Rock] (Break it down) Yeah, aight To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours) Long Island, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It's yours) South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours) AightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Message[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1] Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes 32 shotguns, regulate with my dunns 17 rocks gleam from one ring They let me let y'all niggas know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of livin', Vegas-style, roll dice in linen Antera spinnin' on millenniums 20 G bets I'm winnin' 'em, threats I'm sendin' 'em Lex with TV sets the minimum, ill sex adrenaline Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec To chase the Henny, wet any clique with the semi TEC Who want it? Diamonds I flaunt it Chickenheads flock I lace 'em, fried broiled with basil taste 'em Crack the legs way out of formation It's horizontal how I have 'em fuckin' me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon? Grab your gun, it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight With the broke MAC that won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs bug ‘cause they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit [Refrain] I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' [Verse 2] I peeped you frontin' I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin' Across the street you was wildin' Talkin' about how you ran the Island in '89 Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine I cocked the baby 9, that nigga grave be mine Clanked him—what was he thinkin'? On my corner when it's pay-me time Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin Somethin' told me "Plug him!" So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one Heard shots and dropped, son, caught a hot one Somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came askin' me my name What the fuck? I got stitched up, it went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped? Black was in the Jeep watchin' All he seen speed by was a brown Datsun And yo, nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before We used to score together uptown coppin' the raw But, uh—a thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers (Word up) [Refrain 2] Y'a–Y'all know my steelo Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back Y'a–Y'all know my steelo Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back Y'a–Y'all know my steelo Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back Y'a–Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back [Outro: Nas & (AZ)] Thug niggas, yo, to them thug niggas Gettin' it on in the world, you know? To them niggas that's locked down Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'? To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit, The Firm clique Illmatic, nigga, It Was Written though It's been a long time comin' Y'all fake niggas, tryin' to copy Better come with the real though, fake-ass niggas, yo (They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what) Bring the shit, man! Live, man! (Fuck that son, word up) 9-6 shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Ain’t Hard to Tell[Produced by Large Professor] [Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin' ‘Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 3] This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot Vocals will squeeze Glocks MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Love[Produced by Q-Tip] [Verse 1: Nas] What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged—plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together? If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove (One what?) One love! [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Verse 2: Nas] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin' on The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin' That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurtin' somethin' Word to mother, I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your Glock And now they run together — what up, son? Whatever Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it lowkey So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Verse 3: Nas] Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world, thinkin' "How can we exist through the facts?" Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin' A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em "oo-wops" He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce." He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these benches Where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him ‘Cause when the pistol blows The one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul Only 12, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Outro: Nas] To all my niggas locked up From Queensbridge and all over To my man [Goon?], one love To my man Herb, one love To my man [Lake Gucciano?], one love Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big [Bo?], one love To [Oogie?], yeah, one loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If I Ruled the World (Imagine That)[Produced by Rashad Smith & Trackmasters] [Intro: Nas] Life, I wonder Will it take me under? I don't know [Verse 1: Nas] Imagine smoking weed in the street without cops harassing Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle, cruising blue Bahama waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got knocked, evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate of knowledge If coke was cooked without the garbage We'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashing fashion, designer clothes Lacing your clique up with diamond Roles Your people holding dough, no parole, no rubbers Go in raw, imagine law with no undercovers Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine" [Chorus: Lauryn Hill + (Nas)] If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) [Verse 2: Nas] The way to be: Paradise life, relaxin' Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon Armani Exchange, the Range Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in a iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches So many years of depression make me vision The better living, type of place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies, history's told foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seeing things like I was controlling, clique rolling Tricking six digits on kicks and still holding Trips to Paris, I'd civilize every savage Give me one shot, I turn trife life to lavish Political prisoners set free, stress free No work release, purple M3's and jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I'd let Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities And reverse fiends to Willies It sound foul, but every girl I meet'd go down-town I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa [Chorus: Lauryn Hill + (Nas)] If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) [Bridge: Lauryn Hill] And then we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land [Verse 3: Nas] You love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Ducked down in car seats, heat's mandatory Running from Jake, getting chased, hunger for papes These are the breaks, many mistakes go down outta state Wait, I had to let it marinate, we carry weight Trying to get laced, flip the ace, stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cocked hammer Making moves in Atlanta, back-and-forth scrambler ‘Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich Still, nobody want a nigga having shit If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit I push a Q-45 Infinit(i) It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felony Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see, but reality struck Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck? [Chorus: Lauryn Hill + (Nas)] If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons,I love 'em, love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled I love 'em, love 'em baby Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) [Outro: Lauryn Hill] If I ruled the world, if I ruled If I ruled, I'd free all my sons Black diamonds, I love 'em love 'em baby Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled If I ruled the world If I ruled the world I love 'em, love 'em baby!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Represent[Produced by DJ Premier] [Chorus] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 1] Straight up, shit is real And any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, guzzling beers We all stare at the out-of-towners (Aiyyo, yo, who that?) They better break North Before we get the four pounders and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us And killer coppers even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure [Chorus] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 2] Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one ‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's [Chorus] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 3] No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxanne I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love [Chorus] Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent [Outro] One time for your mothafuckin' mind This goes out to everybody in New York That's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over To my man Big Will, he's still here The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S Big Cee-Lo from the Don, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters My crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse The Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid Can't forget Draws, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD And my man Preemo from Gang Starr '94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O) Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though! [Nas' posse] Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas! You bitch ass motherfuckers! Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker! Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back That's just a warm up ‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybodyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nas Is Like[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] (Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is like; Nas is like; Nas is like) Umm, Premo, Nas Yeah, yeah, yo (Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is like) [Verse 1] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born Same time a man is murdered—the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain My plateau and also what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign's for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline, am I sane? That depends, carry MAC-10s to practice my aim On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough To the big dogs living large, taking it light Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your life It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell (Nas, Nas, Nas) [Chorus] Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) No doubt Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel (Uh, uh) My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) No doubt (Uh) [Verse 2] (Nas is like) Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas (Nas is like) Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the death, the last one left Let my cash invest in stock Came a long way from blasting TECs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes giving fellatio, siete zeros Bet my 9 spit for the pesos But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Making choices that determine my future under the sky To rob, steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later, we'll all see who the prophet is [Chorus] Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (C'mon) No doubt Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing No doubt (Uh) [Verse 3] (Nas is like) Sex to a nympho, but nothing sweet I'm like beef, busting heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf breather Like Greeks in Egypt, learning something deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your 9, your man you would die for Always got you, I’m like Pac, dude you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies I'm like all races combined in one man, like the '99 Summer Jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like being locked down around new faces and none of 'em fam I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it in ya system every night, now [Chorus] Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing No doubt Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing No doubt (Uh); Nas is likeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Memory Lane (Sittin’ in da Park)[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Aight, fuck that shit! Word, word Fuck that other shit, y'know what I'm sayin'? We gonna do a lil somethin' like this Y'know what I'm sayin'? (Stay up on that shit) Keep it on and on and on and on and Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God, what is it? (It's like…) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, go ahead and rip that shit, dun! [Verse 1] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite, money-wise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes Murderous night times and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strap With my peeps that's into drug money market interact No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to cee-lo With side-bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace, God!) Peace, God – now the shit is explained I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that, y'all… [Chorus] "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" [Verse 2] One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars I rap divine, God Check the prognosis: Is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis; my razor embraces many faces You're telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "Peace" I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin Yo, fuck, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane [Chorus] "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Now, let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" [Outro: DJ Premier scratching] "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is…" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is…" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is…" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "The most dangerous MC is…" "Me number one, and you know where me from"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Halftime[Produced by Large Professor] [Intro] (Right… Right…) Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Verse 1] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catchin' the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I pull a number like a pager ‘Cause I'm a ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is givin' me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change, I'm a performer, strange So the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme It's halftime [Chorus] (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) Aiyyo, it's halftime (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) Yeah, it's about halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel [Verse 2] It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't a army that could strike back So I react, never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme ‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of The Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise ‘cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand And now in every jam, I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand? ‘Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man Am I in place with the bass and format? Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime [Chorus] (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) Exhale, check it, it's halftime (Right…) It's halftime (Right…) It's real in the field Word life, check it [Verse 3] I got it goin' on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it ‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' 'em fast, doin' this, that and the third But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinée Puttin' hits on 5-0 ‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 And biters can't come near And yo, go to Hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin' fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo I'm out [Outro] (Right…) It's still halftime (Right…) To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime (Right…) '92, it's halftime (Right…) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost Halftime…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Affirmative Action[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters] [Intro: AZ] This is what, this what they want, huh? This is what it's all about? Word, time to take Affirmative Action, son They just don't understand, you kna'mean? Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man Niggas don't understand the four devils Lust, envy, hate, jealousy—wicked niggas, man [Verse 1: AZ] Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact Sip your con-gi-ac And let's all wash this money through this laundromat Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch 'em and break Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettuccine Capone Roam in your own zone Or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get thrown Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats See me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Verse 2: Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche My destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft That nigga's dead on, a ki of heroin They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up Bring your heater, all your cream go between us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got an ill grip I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections It's The Firm, nigga, set it! [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate And now the projects is talkin' that somebody-gotta-die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice, so Hell fire can't scorch me Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars, movin' cars Your top papi Señor Escobar [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro, Firm deep All my niggas hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle E Money bags got Moët Chandon Bundle of sixty-two They ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera Be The Firm, baby, from BK to the Bridge, my nigga Wiz Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is? I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy The gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal And Baba Shallah spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though Flippin' the bigger picture The bigger nigga with the cheddar was mad dripper He had a fuckin' villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait, it's half-and-half Ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip? 32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16 Double it, times three, we got 48, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight, we back to 16 Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through So let's see, if we flip this other ki Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three We got three quarters of another ki [Outro: Foxy Brown] The Firm, baby, Vol. 1EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Mic[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Nas] [Intro] One time, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up? But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I shoot back—fuck gettin' hit! This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb We need more warriors soon Sent from the stars, sun and the moon In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors If you really think you ready to die with 9s out This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now! [Chorus] Yo, all I need is one mic All I need is one mic (that's all I need) All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas) All I need is one mic (yeah) [Verse 2] All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin Matter of fact, maybe more than one Look back at all the hatred against me—fuck all of them! Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32 Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17 27 hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many 9s If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty There's nothin' in our way: they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down 'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now! [Chorus] All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need) All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world) All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know) All I need is one mic (this is all I need) [Verse 3] All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is Niggas'll move on you only if they know what your weakness is I have none, too late to grab guns I'm blastin' ‘cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin' War gets deep, some beef is everlastin' Complete with thick scars Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards Drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a cop'll get killed Body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range Niggas throwin' dirt on my name Jealous ‘cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me ‘cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true She came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes Movin' with a change of pace Lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin' my melon ‘cause none of these niggas real Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found You need some soul-searchin', the time is now [Chorus] All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash) All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry) All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Daughters[Produced by No I.D.] [Intro] Check it out I call it, yeah, yeah [Hook] For my brothers with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters [Verse 1] I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it, then caught my rage Like, how could I not protect her from this awful phase? Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised Like a princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless Plus she's seen me switchin' women, Pops was on some pimp shit She heard stories of her daddy thuggin' So if her husband is a gangster, can't be mad, I'll love him Never, for her I want better, homie in jail – dead that Wait 'til he come home, you can see where his head's at Niggas got game, they be tryna live He seen your Mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is Although you real, plus a honest kid Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit You seventeen, I got a problem with it She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure But she rockin' with it [Hook] For my brothers with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important [Verse 2] This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig This social network said: "Nas, go and get your kid!" She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon' post no pic Of herself underdressed – no inappropriate shit, right? Her mother cried when she answered Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted A box of condoms on her dresser, then she Instagram'd it At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her Should've drove more time to school with her I thought I dropped enough jewels on her Took her from private school, so she can get a balance To public school, they're too nurture teen talents They grow fast, one day she's your little princess Next day she's talkin' boy business – what is this? They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls [Hook] For my brothers with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important [Verse 3] And I ain't tryin' to mess your thing up But I just wanna see you dream up I finally understand It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons How fathers feel for they daughters When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off ‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters LoveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cherry Wine[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Chorus: Amy Winehouse] Where is he, the man who was just like me? I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see Where is he, the man who was just like me? Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry [Verse 1: Nas] I want someone who like the champagne I like, my a-alike Someone to talk me off the bridge any day or night She teach me how to live, she ain’t afraid of life Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life 'Cause she done been there and heard all the rumors before She loves art, she ride out with me on my music tour She like the herb's natural medicine, she cookin' good She tell me everything is cool when it ain't lookin' good For real, the world so ill, yo, I want a girl so real Who not after material wealth but get dough still Or maybe an educator, a lady with etiquette Who can be from out the hood or even work for the president As long as there’s no selfishness Yes, as long as her love for the people is deep-rooted and evident You can be easily recruited, you’re heaven-sent Your smile put me at ease You’re the woman I need, but where is she? [Chorus: Amy Winehouse] Where is he, the man who was just like me? I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see Where is he, the man who was just like me? Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry [Verse 2: Nas] I hate when people write me hostile texts On account of my lifestyle's perception Invade my personal life? Out of the question What are they expectin'? I be tryin' to reply and they never suppose I get my quiet time in? They think forever I’m rollin' in dough, swimmin' in a pool of cash God, wouldn’t they know or am I a fool to ask? I’m well known, got people comin' at me mad I had to tell homes, I don’t keep a cell phone, my bad I drag off the L and try to silence it The noise in my head, the curse of the talented Strong communicator, vagabond I'd gallivant around the Equator, if that would get me off the radar It's so intense, I'm on my Lilo & Stitch Pour my Pinot Grigio and Cris' with some lime, what is this? An immaculate version of "Me & My Bitch" by Biggie With all respect, 'cause you the only one that gets me [Chorus: Amy Winehouse] Where is he, the man who was just like me? I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see Where is he, the man who was just like me? Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry [Bridge: Nas] Yeah, yeah, let’s pour some cherry wine Everything’s good, everything’s fine Yeah, yeah, we bring it every time Yeah, pour a little cherry wine Yeah, hey yo, Salaam Yeah, I think they know the time Everything’s good, everything’s fine Yeah, pour a little cherry wine, yeah Life is good, life is good, yeah Life is good, no matter what, life is good Life is good, life is good, yeah No matter what, life is good [Chorus: Amy Winehouse] Where is he, the man who was just like me? I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see Where is he, the man who was just like me? Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Can[Intro: Children's Choir] I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 1] Be, b-boys and girls, listen up You can be anything in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lena Horne, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose Could've died, so young, now looks ugly and old No fun 'cause now when she reaches for hugs, people hold they breath 'Cause she smells of corrosion and death Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring 'Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how Put your hands in the air, and take the vow [Chorus x2] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 2] Be, b-boys and girls, listen again This is for grown-looking girls who's only 10 The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write Begging different women for a place to sleep at night Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this [Chorus x2] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 3] Be, be-fore we came to this country We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys There was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu, where every race came to get books To learn from black teachers, who taught Greeks and Romans Asian Arabs and gave them gold, when Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces Shot up they nose to impose what basically Still goes on today, you see? If the truth is told, the youth can grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more, learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king Young princess, when you get your wedding ring Your man will sing, "She's my Queeeeeen" [Chorus x2] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Outro] Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music [Produced by Salaam Remi]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Made Nas Proud [Let Nas Down Remix][Intro] Freedom or jail, clips inserted A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered The beginning and end, as far as rap goes It's only natural, I explain my plateau And also what defines my name [Hook: J. Cole (Sampled)] Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin [Verse: Nas] I ain't mad at you, young king, this unsung song is hauntin' Along comes a one son called a offspring The Earth spins, my Old Earth grin, sung a church hymn She birthed in September, took my first wind, again, the Earth spins I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, lead out Screams got in the game and took bread out The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole let's murder this sequel Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though 'Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas But I passed them niggas, just bein' nasty, nigga Military hat, fatigue pants saggin', Henny'd up Execs askin' will he live to see his own release date happen Straight off the corner with the armor, Arm and Hammer But I had a appeal, I was a charmer Yet still bein' my mama's son was my biggest honor This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby's But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin' mad But that's the gift and the curse, that's the good and the bad At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face They took my cosign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes And when they joint tanked, that's when they point blame So point blank, young Cole, you won't be the same The first album freedoms and them fourth album pressures A big difference between 'em but I get why you said it Radio records are needed, I just wanted it to bring the warnin' Global warmin' to that cold world you was breathin' That's some advice I never got If I don't sell another record, I'll just steady rock While you was writin' down my rhymes I was just tryna show you That if you say what's on ya mind, you can stand the test of time Now I'm playin' Born Sinner loud, saw you live, rock the crowd Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud [Bridge: Nas] So you ain't let Nas down It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga You ain't let Nas down How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin', nigga You ain't let Nas down [Outro: Nas] Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story endEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hate Me Now[Produced by D Moet, Pretty Boy & Trackmasters] [Intro: Nas and Puff Daddy] Escobar Season has returned It's been a long time, been a long time comin' It's life or death for me now But you know, there's no turnin' back now This is what makes me, this is what I am Feel me? Let's go [Chorus 1: Puff Daddy and Nas] You can hate me now, (Q.B.) But I won't stop now (Real niggas) 'Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now 'Cause I can't stop now You can hate me now You can hate me now [Ad-lib over Chorus: Puff Daddy (Nas)] Well, you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too It's as simple as that Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die! You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck Go down any way you want it to go down (do it now) Weak, jealous motherfuckers! (do it now, do it now) Fuck y'all! [Verse 1: Nas] Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, flows that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin', Sixes, money foldin' Bitches, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper Almost a decade, quite impressive Most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens Want me off the scene fast, but good things last Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest [Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] Money is power, motherfucker! I got millions of thugs on salary [Chorus 2: Puff Daddy] You can hate me now, (I won't stop) But I won't stop now (I can't stop) 'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me) You can hate me now (I hate you too) But I won't stop now (You can hate me now) 'Cause I can't stop now (Cmon) You can hate me now (You can hate me now) You can hate me now [Ad-Libs: Nas and Puff Daddy] Do it now! I told you, do it now! Let's go [Verse 2: Nas] You wanna hate me, then hate me; what can I do But keep gettin' money? Funny, I was just like you I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it Now y'all sayin': "That's a clever nigga, nothin' to play with." Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same OG People warn me, when you're on top there's envy Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you? Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that – what you expect, ho? Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest? Think we all know the answer to that, 'cause niggas feel this, right? [Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] You think I'ma come this far And let you niggas stop me now? I hate you too! [Chorus 2: Puff Daddy] You can hate me now, (I won't stop) But I won't stop now (I can't stop) 'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me) You can hate me now (I hate you too) But I won't stop now (You can hate me now) 'Cause I can't stop now (You can hate me now) You can hate me now You can hate me now [Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] I like this, I like the way this feels [Verse 3: Nas] It's a thin line between paper and hate Friends and snakes, nine milli's and thirty-eights Hell or the Pearly Gates; I was destined to come Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one Took a little time to claim my spot Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws Tried stickin' me up, but I flipped on these ducks Instead of me, ambulances were pickin' them up Niggas fear what they don't understand Hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just the fury of man Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin' I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin', c'mon! [Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] You ain't never seen a nigga like me ever in your life And that's what you can't understand! [Chorus 2: Puff Daddy] You can hate me now, (I won't stop) But I won't stop now (I can't stop) 'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me) You can hate me now (I hate you too) But I won't stop now (You can hate me now) 'Cause I can't stop now (You can hate me now) You can hate me now You can hate me now [Outro: Puff Daddy and Nas] You can hate me now, (C'mon, niggas!) But I won't stop now (Do it now! Get this shit over with!) It ain't gon' never stop, niggas!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Don[Produced by Heavy D, Da Internz & Salaam Remi] [Intro: Super Cat] He's the heartbeat of the people The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people The people who cannot afford to go to big concert Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable Some of them can afford a radio So the only thing they can listen to is the music People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality [Sample from "Dance Inna New York" by Super Cat] New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we [Chorus: Sample from "Dance Inna New York" by Super Cat (Nas)] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city (YEAH!) (YEAH!) New York City-city, New York City-city [Verse 1: Nas] Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a homo Grossing our net, simultaneously making me climb higher Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me, fuck sadness Had this been you having this lavish Habitual happiness, at me you wouldn’t look backwards You would have sex on condominium roof decks So anyone move next, I'll hit you with two TECs Rocking Roberto Cavalli, no shirt on, convertible Mazi My Colombiana mommy riding beside me Every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body I’ll have to lean something with that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ignant, put lead in your pigment Just 'cause y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it In '97 the six, '98 the Bentley Now it’s the Ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but [Chorus: Super Cat sample (Nas)] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city New York City-city, New York City-city (yeah) [Verse 2: Nas] Army jacket swag, army jacket green and black With the square top pocket that snaps Where the gas at? Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your ass crack I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that Cutting school where Preme team and Fat Cat was at Future not crystal clear yet, Baccarat Now I'm the one who repping Queens Way beyond your wildest dreams Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans Twenty years in this game, looking seventeen I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king Although he’s on to another chapter Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, raaaahhh [Chorus: Super Cat sample] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city New York City-city, New York City-city [Verse 3: Nas] Yeah, yeah New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens It's all about surviving Same old two-step, try to stay alive when they be out robbing I been out rhyming since born knowledge Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar Worth more than the blood of a martyr, so I'ma Keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars Keep your friends close and your enemies closer Love model chocha, mommy pop it like she 'pose to Eyes red shot like I'm never sober Big time smoker, Indonesian doja Mini me's you can hold up Before you end up wet up from my soldier Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit This for every ghetto in the hood Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood [Chorus: Super Cat sample] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city New York City-city, New York City-city, New York...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ​everything[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & The-Dream] You'll live, and you'll learn See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else You'll love, and you'll learn See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else [Chorus: Kanye West] If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah [Post-Chorus: The-Dream & Kanye West] Dark boy, don't you cry There's too much life left in those eyes Don't you let that face go waterfall Don't you learn to love your scars and all? Dark boy, don't you die They're just human, let them lie You just know your world and speak your truth Let them come to you For you'll love, in your heart See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else This is your call, there are no wrongs See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else [Chorus: Kanye West] If I had everything, everything I could change anything, I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah [Verse 1: Nas] When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black beloved brother You fail to embarrass him, harassin' him To my life, your life pales in comparison So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the God Do what's necessary, I'm never worried Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture You convinced most of my people to live off emotion That's why we competin', death by the chrome barrel Forgot the secrets, my Kilimanjaro bone marrow's the deepest You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that We want freedom, I'm a scholar; an almanac People do anything to be involved in everything Inclusion is a hell of a drug Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life And never have enough [Chorus: Kanye West] If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah [Verse 2: Nas] From the birth of a child, the world is foul Excursions of a searchin' child Should learn to take nothin' personal A parent hates to watch his baby's face Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great The child's introduction to suffering and pain Understands without words, nothin' is explained Or rushed to the brain, lookin' up at his parents' face Like, "I thought you would protect me from this scary place?" "Why'd you let them inject me?" "Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?" Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me? If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin' Said, "Screw that bus!" – boycotted that bus outta business The future's us, yet every citizen's in prison [Chorus: Kanye West] If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah [Verse 3: Nas] Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi In Italy, I'm Eduardo Vaccari But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure My first house, 11,000-square-feet mansion It was a haunted by dead rich whites Mad a nigga bought his crib to hang up pictures of black Christ Circular driveways, black cars and black ice My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny Did good for a staircase loiterer, euphoria What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky It was important to a guy who was mob-minded Future Murciélago driver 'til Lambos got average on me I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats Just to remind me, just to inspire me To stay focused, it's a real sick society Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper Made a change, the pants-sagger put plans in action To lay claim the Pan-African made it happen [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West and The-Dream] You'll live, and you'll learn See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else You'll live, and you'll learn See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else [Chorus: Kanye West] If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah [Post-Chorus: The-Dream & Kanye West] Dark boy, don't you cry There's too much life left in those eyes Don't you let that face go waterfall Don't you learn to love your scars and all Dark boy, don't you die They're just human, let them lie You just know your world and speak your truth And let them come to you For you'll love, in your heart See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else This is your call, there are no wrongs See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Time 4 Your Mind[Produced by Large Professor] [Intro: Nas + Grand Wizard] Yeah, it's Illmatic Yeah Yeah, it's Illmatic Yeah Yeah, it's Illmatic Haha, haha, check it [Chorus 1: Grand Wizard + Nas] One time 4 your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time Yo, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time Aiyyo, Nas? Kick that fuckin' rhyme! [Verse 1: Nas] Check it out When I'm chillin', I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies After bein' blessed by the herb's essence I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexin' Keep lubrication, Lifestyle protection Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin' the shit, G I try to stay mellow, rock, well, a cappella rhymes'll Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella Go get your crew, hops, I'm prepared to bomb troops Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin' shorty wop Known for rockin' microphones and twistin' off a 40 top [Chorus 2: Grand Wizard + Nas] One time 4 your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time It sounds clever Aiyyo, Nas? Fuck that, man, that shit was phat But kick that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that! Right, right [Verse 2: Nas] What up niggas, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides that, I'm chillin' I'm tryin' to get this money, God You know the hard times, kid Shit, cold, be starvin' make you wanna do crimes, kid But I'ma lamp ‘cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Niggas catchin' 3 to 9's, Muslims yellin' "Free the mind" And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places As a kid, when I would say that outta town, niggas chased us But now, I know the time, got a older mind Plus control a 9, fine, see, now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me Heini Dark drinker, represent the thinker My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights, then inhale, it stimulates Floatin' like I'm on the North 95 Interstate Never plan to stop, when I write, my hand is hot And expand the lot from the Wiz to Camelot The parlayer, I'll make your heads bop, pah I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I've raided I hold a MAC-11, and attack a reverend I contact eleven L's and max in heaven [Chorus 3: Grand Wizard + Nas] One time 4 your mind, one time It sounds clever One time 4 your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time 4 your mind, one time Yo, from '92 to '99 [Outro] Yeah, that shit was crazy phat, pah Know what I’m sayin'? But check it, you got another verse for me I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'? Kick that shit for the projectsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Adam and Eve[Verse 1: Nas] The ghetto Othello, the Moor Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I'm pure Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it It's a trend for these men to die on their own sword Journey far, learn who you can be But you can learn who you are when you around family Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on they grizzle My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little They passed down wisdom, blessings were given Pray my sins don't get passed to my children I made a killin', I'm alive like the morning star Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are? I need evaluations, I'm savvy, y'all Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen [Chorus: The-Dream] Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree [Verse 2: Nas] The ghosts of gangsters dance Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin' The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum? The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile Still puff the loud, it's nothin' less than a quarter pound Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light Brings awareness to my personal life After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark See my doctor more, sweat in the sauna or the spa Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know New girl every night, two girls was every other night Sexual addiction, gangster tradition They wanna fuck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it ended I'm just good at existin', existin' in my truth As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah [Chorus: The-Dream] Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree [Verse 3: Nas] What come first, peace or the paper? Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit No bacon, brothers is swine It's so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine It's evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin' Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin' Say somethin', you stay frontin' But these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings You broke my heart, Fredo You bring this thing of ours down to a fable Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss's table There's always room at my table Insecurities is keepin' you disabled All this money to get, is there less time? They ain't stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine I learned to stretch time, these are the best times I'm in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God [Chorus: The-Dream] Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple treeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bye Baby[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib & Salaam] [Intro: Guy sample] I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby [Verse 1: Nas] Bye baby, I guess you knew why I walked away When we walked to the altar, that was an awesome day Did counselling, couldn't force me to stay Something happens when you say I do, we go astray Why did we mess it up? We was friends, we had it all Reason you don't trust men, that was your daddy fault He in the grave – let it go, he no longer living Said you caught him cheating with mom, fucking other women Fuck that gotta do with us? Here's the keys to the newest truck Birkin bags, we burning cash, now baby, do it up No matter who you fuck, that was before me Wanted you as my shorty since I saw you screaming "Hate you so much right now" Should've saw the meaning, angry black woman Actions of a demon, I'm leaving [Chorus: Guy sample (Nas)] I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby (Bye baby) You know I'm saying bye-bye (Bye-bye baby) 'Cause I'm saying bye-bye (Bye baby) 'Cause I'm saying bye-bye I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby [Verse 2: Nas] Bye baby, I guess you know why I had to leave Seven months in your pregnancy, 'bout to have my seed Let's take it back some years, rewind it to the happy years You and your Star Trak fam, I'm thinking you cats are weird Same time, different year, I was digging y'all flow Then I tatted you on my arm so niggas would know I thought no one could stop us, matching gold watches I was your Johnny Depp, you was my Janis Joplin Yet the cuter version, yet I knew you personally Better than you knew yourself – and I knew this for certain Crib in the Dominican, you got away from everybody You screaming at the racist cops in Miami was probably The highlight of my life, like "Ha, yo, look at my wife!" Gangsta, me and 20 cops 'bout to fight, crazy night Bailed you out, next morning we got clean Like it never happened, and later we at that Heat game Just another day in the life of two people in love But it wasn't enough, so baby, guess what... [Chorus: Guy sample (Nas)] I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby (Bye baby) OH! OH! AHHHHHHHH! Bye-bye (Bye-bye baby) I can't believe that this is happening to us 'Cause I'm saying bye-bye (Bye baby) 'Cause I'm saying bye-bye I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby [Verse 3: Nas] Listen, could you imagine writing your deposition Divorce lawyer telling you how this thing gonna be ending? With you paying out the ass and I'm talking half Not some, but half, no, serious, half Half of your soul, half of your heart, you leaving behind It’s either that or die, I wanted peace of mind And all I seen was selfish cowards Under their breath, saying, "Why did Nas trust her?" But look at yourself! Speak louder, bruh! You live with your baby moms And scared to make an honest woman out of her And make her your bride, fake pimps, you ain't even alive At least I can say I tried plus enjoyed the ride Plus we got our little boy, my little joy and pride He got my nose, my grill, your color, your eyes Next go round I hope I pick the truest type And watch me do it all again – it’s a beautiful life, aight? Goodbye! [Chorus: Guy sample (Nas)] (Bye baby) Baby.. baby You know I'm saying bye-bye (Bye-bye baby) I can't believe that this is happening to us 'Cause I'm saying bye-bye (Bye baby) I guess you knew and blew a good thing You know I'm saying bye-bye I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby [Outro: Guy sample] 'Til we make love just one more time Make it seem forever This is our last and final goodbye GoodbyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Made You Look[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro] Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts… [Verse 1] Now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well-dressed With finesse in a white tee, lookin' for wifey Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive through the city, no doubt But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out Newness, here's the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with Push the pool stick in your new crib Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stupid King of the town? Yeah, I been that You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at? Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back [Chorus] They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? [Verse 2] This ain't rappin', this is Street Hop Now get up off yo' ass like your seat's hot My live niggas lit up the reefer Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper Don't start none, won't be none No reason for your mans to panic You don't wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup That's the way you get Timberland'd up Let the music defuse all the tension Baller convention, free admission Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept All my just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phony Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty [Chorus] They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? [Verse 3] I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude I lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk chazzers Like Pun said: you ain't even en mi clasa Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too Like a real thoroughbred is Show me love, let me feel how the head is Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest [Outro] And I like a little sassiness A lot of class; Mami, reach in your bag, pass the fifth I'm a leader at last, this a don you with My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousnessEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Genesis[Produced by Faith N & Nas] [Nas] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin, my architect pleases When I was 12, I went to… [Hector] And you're sitting at home doing this shit I should be earning a medal for this Stop fuckin' around and be a man There ain't nothin' out here for you [Zoro] Oh yes, there is… This [Jungle] Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son? [Nas] Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill [AZ] Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man Let's count this money, nigga Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there! You know what I'm sayin'? ‘Cause we spendin' the Jacksons You know how we get down, baby [Nas] True, true [Jungle] Nas, yo, Nas, man Shit is mad real right now in the projects For a nigga, yo, word to mother All them crab-ass rappers be comin' up to me Man, word to mother, man I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man [Nas] True indeed, knamsayin'? But when it's real you doin' this Even without a record contract, knamsayin'? [AZ] No question [Nas] Been doing this since back then [AZ] I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real We tryin' to see many mansions and Coupes, kid [Nas] No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true, true [Jungle] Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man? Takin' niggas a long time, man [Nas] Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy [AZ] Ayo, dunn C'mon, c'mon, man, stop wavin' that, man! Stop pointin' that at me, dunn, take the clip out! [Nas] Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man! [AZ] I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out! [Nas] Light them Phillies up, man! Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man Light some Phillies up then! [Jungle] Pass that henrock, pass that henrock! Nigga, act like you know! [AZ] Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga [Nas] I'm saying though, man [AZ] What is it, what is it, baby? [Jungle] What is it, son, what is it? [AZ] You know what time it is [Nas] I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying? Niggas don't listen, man Representin', it's IllmaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Take It in Blood[Produced By: Live Squad, Lo Ground & Top General Sounds] [Hook] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that [Verse 1] Yeah, I never brag how real I keep it, 'cause it's the best secret I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus In a Lex, watchin' Kathie Lee & Regis My actions are one with the seasons A TEC squeezin' executioner Winter time, I rock a fur Mega popular center of attraction Climaxin', my bitches, they be laughin' They high from sniffin' coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tacchini Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them .45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan My niggas roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin' wheelies on Kawasakis Hip-hop's got me on some ol', sprayin' shots like a drum roll Blankin' out, never miscount the shells my gun hold I don't stunt, I regulate Henny and Sprite, I separate Watchin' crab niggas marinate I'm all about TECs, a good jux and sex Israelite books, holdin' government names from Ness MC's are crawlin' out every hole in the slum You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum [Hook] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's [Verse 2] Currency is made in the trust of The Messiah I'm spendin' it to get higher Earth, Wind and Fire singin' Reasons why I'm Up early, trustworthy as a nine that bust early Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remy on imaginary graves Put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints say religious praise I dolo, challenge any team or solo You must be buggin' out, new to my shit, home on a furlough Ask around who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin' niggas' wakes sprayed up Skies are misty, my life predicted by a gypsy I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily This be the drama, I'mma pause like a comma in a sentence Paragraph's indented Bloodshot red eyes high, yellow envelopes of lye Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly Condos are tune-proof, we're lookin' out the sky's moon-roof Shittin' like gin and prune juice Yo, the system wants the coon's noose, hang 'em high Courtrooms filled up It's off the hook while I just wrote a statement Like I'm facin' twenty years in the basement Chillin' on a VI with Mumia, for wearin' chrome I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone But like Capone, I'm thrown, yo [Hook] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (Lyrical, ly-lyrical shine) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's [Verse 3] Yo, the time is wastin', I use the mind elevation Dime sack lacin', court pen pacin' Individual, lyrical math abrasion Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation we livin' in Dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives A lifestyle on bad streets is patternized Wise men build and destroy While the real McCoy dope fiend named Detroit is still dealin' boy Coke suppliers actin' biased 'Cause rumors say that niggas wear wires and we liars But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's Just the killer in me, slash drug dealer, MC Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler Demi, bottles of Mo', yo, simply follow me flow Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow Rough hoes pull crack out pussies and butt-holes Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those Why shoot the breeze about it when you could be about it? My degrees are routed toward the peasy haired brick houses And studded-up, thick medallions Rich niggas transportin' thousands Foreign cash exchange amountin' to millions Doors is locked, rocks is chopped Watch the cameras in the ceilings Trick bitches catchin' mad feelings Peelin' off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin' I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch When we catch them sex niggas with the TECs you blessed, word So, now it's on, never wasted a slug Time is money, when it comes to mine, take it in blood [Hook] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's [Outro] Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga Yeah, yo, official Queensbridge murderers Mobb Deep keep it real, though Motherfucking AZ, yo Mega, Mega, whatever Scarlett O'Hara, Fox Boogie East New York Yambo, Brownsville Wizard, Far Rockaway Big Bo, Jersey Connecticut, DC, Sudan VA, NC, LA So on and so on Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward Black Ed, keep it real MoeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Gave You Power[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Damn Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, throw me away Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfucking gun I can't believe this shit Word up, word up [Verse 1] I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab me, bullets spray They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day My body is cold steel, for real I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly Beat up and battered They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred Keeping me full up with hollow heads [Chorus] How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, or crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck-wild How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, or crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck-wild [Verse 2] Always I'm in some shit My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dick Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me I bust off when they unlock me Results of what happens to niggas shock me I see niggas bleeding, running from me in fear Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys For years, I've been used in robberies Giving niggas heart to follow me Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero Had a serial defaced, hoping one day police would place Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owner's hand [Chorus] How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, or crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck-wild How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, or crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck-wild [Verse 3] Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying 'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career Yo, I can hear somebody coming in Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories But this time, it's done intentionally He walked me outside, saw this cat Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?" He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase My owner fell to the floor, his wig split So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over with Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me Damn!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Not For Radio[Intro: Nas & Puff Daddy] Escobar season begins Ayo, we ain't posin' for no pictures in 2018 Candid shit only Scared motherfuckers [Verse 1: Nas & Puff Daddy] Black Kemet gods (yeah), black Egyptian gods (let's go) Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard Homie go hard like Stone and Robert in a stolen car Shoot the ballot box, no voter card, they all are frauds Senegal's finest, minerals, diamonds The Earth is cursed but I survive many climates Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me (You know God sent me here) Fear will make you reveal who you really are Feel me God? Be solid, your foes hold you in ill regard This ain't knowledge, this is not intense For honored men, women too Us who can see the same thing, but have a different view (let's go) All of a sudden, frontin' niggas knew you from your past Got all kinds of guys sayin' we go way back And who y'all comparin' me to is nonsense Show gratitude in the presence of dominance [Chorus: 070 Shake & Nas] I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared of us I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared To Catholics… [Verse 2: Nas & Puff Daddy] To Catholics, Moors and Masons (motherfuckers!) John Hanson was not the first black pres to make it Abe Lincoln did not free the enslaved Progress was made 'cause we forced the proclamation (Fuck your proclamation!) SWAT was created to stop the Panthers Glocks were created for murder enhancement For hunting men, circumstances Edgar Hoover was black Willie Lynch is a myth, Colombians created crack The government made stacks (welcome to America, niggas!) Reagan had Alzheimer's, that's true Fox News was started by a black dude, also true (fuck you too!) Convinced my experiences were meant to be Helps me navigate as they validate they treachery Felt established, fake as he smile, handshake questionable "Am I good?" he ask, thinkin', "But is he testin' you?" (Is he testin' you?) In my hood, fear does a few things Make you pussy, make you a snitch Make irrational moves or even turn you to food [Chorus: 070 Shake & Puff Daddy] I think they're scared of us, yeah I think they're scared of us I think they're scared of us, yeah I think they scared I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared of us See, we don't care about what you think about us I think they scared of us, yeah What you say about us I think they scared You bitch ass, yeah [Outro: Puff Daddy] Ayo, that's why they be killing us and shooting us That's why they feel uncomfortable around us 'Cause of our greatness You're lucky God made us compassionate And forgiving Pssh, man, they scared of us, Nas We see that bitch in your eyesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Down[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Chorus: James Brown sample] Get, get, get down! [Verse 1: Nas] Uh.. uh.. uh.. New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin' Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities Worldwide on the thorough side of things Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat 40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me "What you up to? The cops gon' bust you." I was a teen drunk off brew Stumbled I wondered if God sent him 'Cause two squad cars entered the block And looked at us; I ain't flinch when they watched I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair Starin' at a young disciple I almost gave my life to what the dice do Yeah man, throwin' them bones Hopin' my ace get his case thrown His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein' While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin' They little cooch; gangstas don't die, he's living proof The D.A. who tried him was lyin' A white dude, killed his mother during the case Hung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle I wanna crack a smile when I see him Throw up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin' Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, "Nobody leavin' Everybody—" [Chorus: James Brown sample] Get down, get down! Get down, get down! Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down! Everybody Get down, get down! Get down, get down! Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down! [Verse 2: Nas] Some niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em Weird-ass niggas who dangerous so don't test 'em They make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs Southern niggas, independent label, real killers Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin' They had the coke game somethin' crazy Sold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me Put me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin' Took a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch him Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy Now I'm back around the old school that raised me New York gangsters, we loungin', out in L.A. see A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay The letter say, "Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play." I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho Responsible; the nigga still alive in a hospital Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too See, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed Openin' the hotel room door to let her goons in But I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit I let the hammers blow, wet three kids See honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama 'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you He responded "cool," but told me out here this how motherfuckers— [Chorus: James Brown sample] Get down, get down! Get down, get down! Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down! Everybody Get down, get down! Get down, get down! Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down! [Outro: Salaam Remi] All I really gotta say is that If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up? How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down? A shame when you really look at it My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk Somebody got to make a changeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wrote My Way Out[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] ("I wrote my way out") When the world turned its back on me I was up against the wall I had no foundation No friends and no family to catch my fall Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out [Verse 1: Nas] I picked up the pen like Hamilton Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em No political power—just lyrical power Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours Schemin' on a come up, from evening to sun up My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant Flickerin' lights inside my project hall Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens The definition of what It Was Written means Know what I mean? [Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] ("I wrote my way out") When the world turned its back on me I was up against the wall I had no foundation No friends and no family to catch my fall Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out [Verse 2: Dave East] I really wrote my way up out of 6E Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen? At sixteen, arrested in housin', trip to the mountains Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak I persevered, composition, I kept it close Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin' This poetry in motion, I'm a poet [Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample] ("I wrote my way out") When the world turned its back on me I was up against the wall I had no foundation No friends and no family to catch my fall Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt I picked up a pen and I wrote my way out! [Verse 3: Lin-Manuel Miranda] High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'; "Oh, you think you smart?"—Blaow!—start bleedin' My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back Sister tapped my brains, said, "Pssh—you'll get 'em right back." Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless? "Damn, you got no chill," fuckin' right—I'm relentless I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and Shine a light when it's gray out? [Bridge: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] ("I wrote my way out") Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm No lovin' arms to keep me warm This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear I can do without, I'm here (I'm here) 'Cause "I wrote my way—" out! [Outro: Samples] "—picked up the pen like Hamilton" "I wrote my way out of the pro—" "—wrote—" "—wrote my way out of the projects" "—pick—" "—picked up the pen like Hamilton" "I wrote my way out of the—" "—wrote—" "—wrote my way out of the—" ("I wrote my way—") "—picked up the pen like Hamilton" "I wrote my way out of the pro—" "—wrote—" "—wrote my way out of the projects" ("I wrote my way out") [Spoken: Samples] "Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective." ("I wrote my way out") "I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Dreams[Produced by Tracksmasters] [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 1] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware with one change of gear Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M The first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God's sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half a million Without the FBI catching feelings? [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 2] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Living with Moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet Two sips from being alcoholic Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from being rich But now, I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smoking on Sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM' Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 3] Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans G'ing, heard about them old timers OD'ing Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshiping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up giving a fuck I thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career But I'm a rebel, stressing to pull out of the heat, no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spending, never holding out [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Skit] *Gunshot* "Yeah nigga, what?!" "Oh, shit!" "Queensbridge, boy, what?! Yo, what?!" "Yo, they shot [?], dawg" "Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a fuck-" (Ongoing screaming) "Look! We on his back right now We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!" "I want some more nigga, come on!" "Yo, come on run, yo!" "Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!" "Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!" "Yo, I twisted that kid, right?" "Yeah the hell you did, man" "Yo why you-" "Yo, yo, come on though" (Oh, shit) "Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo" "You think somebody peeped that?" "Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o- Get rid of the heat, yo!" "Fuck that!" "Get rid of the heat, yo" *Gunshot* "C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon" "We gotta bounce, yo!" "Let's bounce!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nasty[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Nas & Big Kap] (Y'all ready for Nas? Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas? Uh huh, they ready) Yeah, word Got some Rémy Martin And some good-ass cigars, check it out [Verse 1: Nas] Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of Scotch Smoke pot and heal the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous It ain't my fault, semi-automatic weapons I brought The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy Dick 'em, convince ‘em all to praise me They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD [Verse 2: Nas] Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage I am the dragon Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans My little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high I never land like Mike Jackson's crib Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege Talk trash 'bout the Nasty kid Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive Talk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got it You envy, but don't offend me I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley You are your car, what could represent me? Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly Must design me somethin' Tommy Montana from Queens had before the 90's Drug dealer car, rush to the bar Move, niggas! We don't give a fuck who you are Black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims Pretty women see them saggin' Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black Light another blunt in fact, haha... [Interlude: Nas] (Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty) Yeah... (Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) Yeah... (Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty) [Verse 3: Nas] For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin' Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with" I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish Guns on my waist, past this Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin' And joinin' the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin' Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin' I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin' Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys Been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cops Shot the Kid[Intro: Richard Pryor] The cops used to come around in my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12 And you'd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs And they'd always catch you out in front of a store or something 'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!" [Chorus: Slick Rick] The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid [Verse 1: Nas] I don't wanna hurt nobody We just came here to party See a few dames, exchange some names I'm a top shotta, kid, stay in your lane The cop shot the kid, same old scene Pour out a little liquor, champagne for pain Slap-boxin' in the street Crack the hydrant in the heat Cop cars on the creep Doin' they round-ups, we just watch for the sweep Yeah, it's hotter than July It's the summer when niggas die It's the summer when niggas ride Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide So y'all are blowin' my high Type of shit that's killin' my vibe White kids are brought in alive Black kids get hit with like five Get scared, you panic, you're goin' down The disadvantages of the brown How in the hell the parents gon' bury their own kids Not the other way around? Reminds me of Emmett Till Let's remind 'em why Kap kneels [Chorus: Slick Rick] The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid I still hear him scream [Verse 2: Kanye West] Stay tuned up and down your timeline This fake news, people is all lyin' Money is bein' made when a mom cries Won't be satisfied 'til we all die Tell me, who do we call to report crime If 9-1-1 doin' the driveby? It's certain things I can't abide by I ain't bein' extreme, this is my side Talkin' big shit, ready to die I know every story got two sides Claimin' he paranoid by the black guy Cop wanna make it home by nighttime Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy Had a little hit, he wasn't that high Cop gon' claim that it was self-defense Say he was ridin' dirty so the case rests [Chorus: Slick Rick & Kanye West] The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (workin' nine-to-five) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (tryna stay alive) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (makin' ends meet) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (shot him this week) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid I still hear him screamEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Introduction[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League] [Intro] J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [Verse 1] PS 111 had free lunch Embarrassed but managed to get a plate... We was kids hungry Mom's working, I was famished She getting home late... So I decided now I'm in charge Either stay full or starve Corner store like "Mister, spare-a-quarter" Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard Roll with a shooting squad How could I not succumb? How could I not partake? Fifteen, I got a gun Sixteen, I robbed a train Licked off a shot for fun What's got inside my brain? A hustler's job ain't done, til he becomes a king But I'm a righteous son, despite I'm in the midst of Dudes who switch up and change They wanna carry me like I'm some kind of lame I never let them though, I just forgive them though Either that or the pistol blow [Break: sample] "Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah! Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!" [Verse 2] I remember early mornings, syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah Worth two hundred million now Bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties I'm pushing forty, she only twenty-one Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup Y'all wouldn't know me without one, I keep a fresh cut Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion Black motherfuckers To take over J.P. and Morgan, Goldman and Sachs And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back [Break: sample] "Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah! Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!" [Verse 3] 1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him Girls all up on him I spread em, hit 'em and dead 'em She says, third leg from a legend is sheer heaven She says, it is the greatest loving The tales you hear is the truth on me Who wasn't the most faithful husband Reveal my life, you will forgive me You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me Only a few will, this how it sounds when you're too real They think it's just music still Well I am a graphic classic song composer Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure Some of y'all might know Kelis, this goes to her with love Also goes to y'all, let's see The craziest things already happened to me So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha [Break: sample] "Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah! Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stay[Produced by No I.D.] [Intro] (Staaaaaaaay...) [Chorus] (Staaaaaaaay...) Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh... Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh... [Verse 1] Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors Shout to them niggas, family men, bringing home dinners Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt your happy home Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone She not the type deserving of a throne Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse Make me a movie first, can watch you on my phone I shop in Barcelona, I spend some nights in Rome Feel like a Knight from England That's what I named my son, Knight He was born to be one, that's how my game was won White 740 Bimmer, licked by an angel's tongue I'm living dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one Honey be pocket watching, she got a lot of options Hard to make up her mind deciding which baller to rock with Hot to death, slim pickings but I'm not impressed She got the hottest sex, so I guess I'ma just.. stay [Chorus] (Staaaaaaaay...) Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh... Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh... [Verse 2] Even though I don't like you Next Friday night can't wait to fight you Locked up I would knife you, don't fuck with you Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked I felt bad, wait do I got love for you? I might kill you but do I got love for you? I want you dead under six feet of soil At the same time, want you here to witness me while you in misery We hate each other but it's love, what a thug mystery Years ago they ate the hearts of a slain enemy We enemies but your hatred could never enter me Some seek fame cause they need validation Some say hating is confused admiration Spotlight on me, I still look twenty Still get money, lady killer pushing a Bentley Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures Through a nigga who realer I don't like you near bruh, but I need you to.. stay [Chorus] (Staaaaaaaay...) Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh... Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Got Ur Self a...[Produced by Megahertz] [Intro: Alabama 3 sample (Nas)] Woke up this mornin' (yeah) You got yourself a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yourself a gun [Chorus] Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So, I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun) [Verse 1] My first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine Tattoo's real, with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames a huddle, your team's shook Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, ‘cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the QB don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in It's for the hood by the corner store Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody! [Chorus] I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun) [Verse 2] Yo, I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted with a, barber's preciseness Bravehearted for life, it's The return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player So who are you, player? Y'all awaited the true savior Puffin' that tropical, cups of that vodka, too Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? Never! 'Member I do this through righteous steps You Judas thought I was gone, so in light of my death Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos Call me "God's Son" with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is NASDAQ though, in my Nascar, with this Nas flow What could beat that? Not a soul reppin' Hit the record store, never let me go, get my whole collection, yo [Chorus] I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun) [Verse 3] It's, the, return of the prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist glist' – I floss Stick-shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at, where he shop at and dress at Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is? Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter Keepin' it gangsta with ya (uhh) [Chorus] I got mine, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope you (got yourself a gun) You want beef, I hope you (got yourself a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope you (got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope you (got yourself a gun)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Last Real Nigga Alive[Intro] Uhh, uhh, uhh [Chorus] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through (uhh) I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official [Verse 1] Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought Kick in the Door was for? But that's my heart, y'all still trippin' off the Jigga shit Real niggas listen up and I'ma tell you how the whole thing start Off top I brung Queens up from hard times Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine It was my version of the blues, droppin' out schools The crack epidemic had rap representin' new rules So I got in them shoes, tried 'em, wore them Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em Young murderers ride, I knew all them Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warrin' I wrote it in my album I was 18 when Lake seen the Island, and Lord held me down and My surroundings started changin', I had a baby I was makin' my rounds with AZ Niggas started noticin' my flow and was open when The Golden Child closed 'em in With more style than them older men Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang Snoop and Dre had a new thing So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects He let me drive it, before Ready to Die hit Big and I hit blunts performin' at the Ark Next thing you knew, Big blew and all the ballin' starts He had Kim in his crew, I found Fox Only niggas in New York with number one charts Big was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon My niggas, but dig it, they couldn't get along That's when Ghostface said it on The Purple Tape Bad Boy bitin' Nas album cover, wait Big told me Rae was stealin' my slang And Rae told me, out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing But I borrowed from both them niggas Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with "Ain't No Niggas" Had much Versace swagger Big admired the Brooklynite and took him in as Iceberg the rapper Today, don't know nothin' about this boss shit There's more shit than wantin' to be this King of New York shit Uhh, uhh, uhh [Chorus] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu (uhh) Look at the life that I've been through (yeah) I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official [Verse 2] Rap became a version of Malcolm and Martin Rest in peace Will, Queensbridge live on There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song There's some missing pieces I had to leave out Had lost trust for Steve Stoute at some point 'til I got to know him We old friends, but what's loyal? Puff soaked Interscope offices with champagne bottles on Steve And Steve thought the drama's on me 'Cause previously it would've been, against whoever Friends forever However, I learned, with some niggas it's all business But I'm a street dude with morals Then this nigga's with Jigga too much He used to say Jay wanted my spot I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot A quiet man who used to be alone plannin' Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it She hit the streets, later on she hittin' the sheets With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinkin' he strong I taught her how to watch for cars who might follow Taught her street shit that I know Her weakness was shine yo But that's her, I ain't mad, baby, it made me stronger Now I get my paper longer Illmatic I was boss, It Was Written I flossed One of the most creative LP's ever to hit stores In The Firm I learned I Am NAStradamus QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems I gave it all up so I can chill at home with Mama She was gettin' old and sick so I stayed beside her We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs I told her not 'til I see her health get more strong In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack Assassinate my character, degrade my hood 'Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood What y'all want, see, I already had The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first you'll be last I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper G-O-D, S-O-N – they'll be none after I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo... Uhh, uhh, uhh [Chorus] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's officialEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hip Hop Is Dead[Produced by will.i.am] [Intro: will.i.am & Nas] Hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead (Had to flip this track again, y'all!) Hip, hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead Hip, hip hop (Ugh!) Hip, hip hop is dead (NYC! Dirty South!) Hip, hip hop (West Coast!) Hip hop (Midwest!) Hip hop (Let's go!) [Hook: Nas & will.i.am] If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ (Hip hop just died this morning And she's dead, she's dead) [Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, niggas smoke, chill, party and die in the same corner Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama Quick fast, trigger fingers on the llama Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind (Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind) Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya, "Nas helped grow us up" My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow 'em up Gave my man my right, I could have went left So like my girl Foxy, the kid went deaf So people, who's your top 10? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? [Hook: Nas & will.i.am] If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ (Hip hop just died this morning And she's dead, she's dead) [Verse 2: Nas] The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Come through, something ill, missing the ceilin' What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings Criticize that, why's that? ‘Cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized crack ‘Cause we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh, I think they like me, in my white tee You can't ice me, we here for life, B On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey And for that, we not taking it lightly If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together, all together now [Hook: Nas & will.i.am] If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ (Hip hop just died this morning And she's dead, she's dead) [Verse 3: Nas] Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscing when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip-hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man, then a mobster If it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka RIP, we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm looking over my shoulder It's about 80 people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Trust[Intro] It's like a cold story.. repeated over and over In the winters of my mind, yeah This shit be real, man.. Shit's crazy out here.. Yo yo, yo what up y'all? That's my niggas over there, word [Verse 1] If you scared to take chances, you'll never have the answers I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is Is he gon' cock it and pop it? His waistband big But he don't have that thing in him, slangin just ain't in him Body language is off, he's soft But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin', frontin' 'Cause he feel a way: my niggas say the eyes is a giveaway One look could tell me if you really came to kill me Be the quiet nigga lookin' lame with the milli Who that over there creepin'? Who homie by the tree? Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three Be a cold day in hell 'fore they creep on me It’s a lesson every premonition Lot of niggas killed 'cause they wasn't payin' attention, listen [Chorus] I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough Or Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for? Some of you niggas' true colors becomin' clear more [Verse 2] It's been so long, can’t remember how we begun this war This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm, 'cause guns went off I see your moms, she still speak She don't know I ain't cool with her son no more It’s old shit, see forever we holdin' this grudge Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs We buried our dead, been years, why should I worry 'bout him? Constantly watchin' my back, plus niggas tellin' I dread Another day I put a family in black Though I be calm and relaxed Though I know somehow it will come back Even if I'm in the right, 'cause still a life is a life What was it worth to see you covered in dirt? It’s quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide Just tattoos of my niggas' names I wonder, will it change? Let's ride… [Chorus] I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust A lawyer that’s fightin' for my decisions I can trust Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough Or Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for? Some of you niggas' true colors becomin' clear more [Verse 3] It's rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions From the mind of a man who went at it with killers Sit down, little man, let me school you in hood business Seen a lot of niggas blow, lot of dreams folded Some wasn't humble, ate too much, got bloated Ain't too much left to buy, bought it, I'm loaded, I guess Lear jets, I ask myself: do I need love or success? They say the artist that truly suffers, his stuff is the best 'Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve: pain, pistols and sex Remember spray paintin' the word "fresh" and then starin' at it Older folks angry, pointin', swearin' at it Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the McLaren past it Same old man from years ago told me life is short So from infant to geriatric, trust your own judgment Live with it and love it [Chorus] I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough Or Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for? Some of you niggas' true colors becomin' clear moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Accident Murderers[Produced by No I.D.] [Verse 1: Nas] You cocked back You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man Missed him by inches, he sprinted Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered Two of 'em pull through but one didn't, son's finished You took the life of him The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him Tight with him, why was he in the way? Why was he standing next to the enemy that specific day? His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days They never had no probs Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage These two different personalities had to collide Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died You ask why, 'cause of a [Chorus: Nas] Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose Liars brag, you put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Streets are full of 'em, read the bulletin Accident murderer You just an accident murderer [Verse 2: Rick Ross] We grew up doing graffiti, now hollow heads getting heated Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars But fuck em all, we balling 'til they come lock us up 20 to life; I'm clubbing, blowing 20 tonight We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war Snatch a TEC off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah Memoirs of a rich nigga Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the limo Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't [Chorus: Nas] Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose Liars brag, you put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Streets are full of 'em, read the bulletin Accident murderer You just an accident murderer [Bridge: Nas] Accident murderer Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome How they gon' kill that beautiful sister? Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing Tell me who you impressing Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them Make em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playing wrestling Watch em grow to a man, I see them now they repping But they cold-blooded, homie, wondering where the respect went Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas Can't hang with these little niggas, they're killing, they're reckless Wish I could build with him, but will he change really? Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry Think of my nigga Drawz, but you aren't a name to me You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary [Chorus: Nas] Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose Liars brag, you put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Streets are full of em, read the bulletin Accident murderer You just an accident murdererEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You’re da Man[Produced by Large Professor] [Verse 1] Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas – too real, Nas – true king It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists, only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it coming Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changing on the world since "... Barbeque" Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said If I, ever make a record, I take a cheque And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project bench with crack in my sock, asleep I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna learn the crafts of the streets But look at me now [Chorus: Sugar Man sample] You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man [Verse 2] Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings in Ghana stay So I could get old, my flesh rot away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me? I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar .45 in my waist, staring at my reflection In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion When everything around me got cloudy The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful [Chorus: Sugar Man sample] You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Loco-Motive[Produced by No I.D.] [Intro: Kaye Fox & Hannah Sidibe] Oooooh-ooooh-oooooooh 42nd Street Terminal [Sounds of a subway train] [Verse 1: Nas] Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it, my religion is reefer Big money and the most uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are realistic, nothing is figurative I can wish it into existing, God want this nigga to live Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas? The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, Nas did this Pointing to they scars like, right here, baby, really Nas did this Like a badge of honor, not bragging I'm just honest War stories we tell them, nothing's realer than karma Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply Shattering your silence, passing round the chalice Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst I'll fuck your wife 'cause she a groupie, scandalous This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous [Break: Large Professor] Yo, what we talking 'bout niggas? What we talking 'bout niggas? This is Nas, what, Nas What, Nasty, what, recollect motherfucker [Verse 2: Nas] Uhh, uhh, uhh At seventeen I made seventeen thousand living in public housing Integrity intact, repping hard They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something To keep winning is my way like Francis As long as I'm breathing, I'll take chances A soldier coming home, twenty years old with no legs Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart I know you think my life is good 'cause my diamond piece But my life been good since I started finding peace I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back Like Trump being up down up, play with cash, huh [Break: Large Professor] My nigga's like a locomotive Nas, we pushed it, mush it Queensbridge to Bushwick Harlem, Bronx, all that You ain't even supposed to be here You know where you at? [Verse 3: Nas] At night, New York, eat a slice too hot Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth Shit was felicissimo melting pot, city sweltering hot Staggering, drunker than them cops that 2Pac shot I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed reaching Soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught Token man safe behind a locked door for sure Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beasting Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick Bugging on how his imagination was so sick It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies How dare I, must be, something in the air that corrupts me Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease I'm here y'all [Outro: Nas] This for my trapped in the 90s niggas For my trapped in the 90s niggas Ha for y'all niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Purple[Intro] Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Verse 1] The whole city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it It's just an intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it or dump it Write it, across the stomach spell "God son" Life is like a jungle, black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible? A thug dies, another step inside his shoes And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple [Break] Light it, light it, uhh Yeah… light it up Light it up, uhh [Verse 2] Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama Everything you into is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryna be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground, but you Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you, but behind your back, they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes Whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars holdin' a mirror Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya Weed smoke, three tokes, nigga, pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple [Break] Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh Light it up… light it up, light it up, uhh Uhh… uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh [Verse 3] These hot-headed youngsters always get into trouble Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin' When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin' Instead of movin' forward to blow up, so what's the science? People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd And on the ground's a young soldier with meat hangin' out him Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'? Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in? It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots Photograph pictures of suspect faces It's usually two or three niggas who innocent But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch A divide-and-fall strategy, they aren't fair I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness Too much of anything'll hurt you, so my state of mind's all purpleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What Goes Around[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Nas] Yeah.. [Chorus: Nas] Ayo, it's poison: ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot, given poison [Verse 1: Nas] In hospitals, shots riddle the block, little Children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' Rest In Peace You know, the usual, death comes in threes "Life is short" is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black-killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, Cola, soda, Skull and Bone crosses – it's all poison [Chorus 2: Nas] Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good, given choices [Verse 2: Nas] When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin', hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or bleachin' cream will make them better, when they're gorgeous White girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips, that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial Hateful toward themselves, denyin' even their blood I don't judge Tiger Woods But I overstand the mental poison that's even worser than drugs [Chorus 3: Nas] Yo, it's poison: ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint 'em, PLAOW! [Interlude: Nas] Never to worry, all the wrong-doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has its day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sows, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken It may get worse, but we'll get through it, y'all, be strong! [Verse 3: Nas] The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "hell-day" ‘Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggas share gifts every day like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad [Chorus 4: Nas] It's all poison: all of my words to enemies, it is poison Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison How could you call yourself MCs? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead with the poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint 'em, PLAOW! [Bridge: Keon Bryce] What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga [Verse 4: Nas] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C This is the problem, ‘cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93 Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties All the concerts, backstage where the stars be Rockin' they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork What's your name? Where you from? Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb Takin' pride in ruinin' their lives So they could never have babies and they could never be wives He never used a condom; give him head? He got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin' in karma Those on top could just break and won't be eatin' tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin' on a nigga's dreams They leave; when that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' their seeds Instead of takin' care of 'em they're spendin' money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies 'Cause when them kids get grown It's too late for you: now you old and you gettin' shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know, the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush-killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings, be healthy, remember: [Bridge: Keon Bryce] What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bonjour[Verse 1: Nas & The World Famous Tony Williams] (Bonjour) I should be more mature, sure, I'm spoiled Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour) How many girls pre-bate right before they date So she can have restraint? She still get slayed (bonjour) That's ill behavior, want the whip matted Want her ass the fattest, beat it: Thriller jacket A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor Put his nose in it, check these niggas from the door [Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams] Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous Good day and best wishes Comment allez-vous? Bonjour [Verse 2: Nas & The World Famous Tony Williams] Eat at selective kitchens, speak on our next intentions Over-creamy Polenta, it come chef recommended (bonjour) Come through the side entrance; I arrived, bitches Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (bonjour) Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business She didn't see me comin', now she's an eyewitness Laissez le bon temps rouler Say ahh so the kids could play [Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams] Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous Good day and best wishes Comment allez-vous? Bonjour [Verse 3: Nas & The World Famous Tony Williams] Vacation, twisted, whatever happened, missed it Vacations I didn't like, put myself through a guilt trip (bonjour) All these beautiful places, but the cities be poor You wealthy when your kid's upbringin' better than yours All this money we gettin' could be gone in a minute If we don't invest it—we long-term affected Watch who you gettin' pregnant, that's long-term stressin' I got a mil for every bump on your face, that's what I call a blessin' Flexin' [Verse 4: The World Famous Tony Williams] My head looks straight up And I'm wonderin', "What did I do?" (bonjour) She looked at me like, "Damn, did I surprise you?" Sure enough, as the sky's blue, she turned back around And walked back down the avenue (bonjour) She's waitin' for the right cue (bonjour) I'm waitin' for the right clue (bonjour) [Outro: The World Famous Tony Williams] (Oooh oooh la la, oui-oui amour) She be leavin', still I smell of eau de parfum She can't run 'cause I got Cinderella's right shoe In that white gown that I be seein' right through Crowd obscurin' my view There's nothin' left to argue (bonjour) At least there's not from my view (bonjour)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Republican[Produced by L.E.S & Wyldfyer] [Intro: Jay-Z (Nas) & Both] I know you can feel the magic, baby Turn the motherfuckin' lights down Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?) I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha) Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh Turn the music up in the headphones Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right) Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!) Make niggas mad and shit like Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in! Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere [Chorus: Jay-Z (Nas)] I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then" [Verse 1: Jay-Z (Nas)] Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?) Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end? Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring Should blame, the game, and I could It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing So the pressure for success can put a good strain On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same When you put in the game at age sixteen Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching The root of evil strikes again, this could sting Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely [Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas] I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah) Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" [Verse 2: Nas (Jay-Z)] I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh) Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh) Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh) Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs I'm standing on the roof of my building I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire Could it be the forces of darkness Against hood angels of good, that form street politics? Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh) To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word [Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas] I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then" I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy White Label[Intro: Mano & Shahram Shabpareh] Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know? (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna have to leave you) [Verse 1] A vet stylin' in Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala Black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer God, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater When I fast, I see Elijah's features A million cash for a Nas feature Nah it's cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me 52 bar verse if the beat is movin' me Stumble through customs, coppin' Cubans at the Duty Free Layin' on the most expensive beds, still I'm losin' sleep Next to Jet's Beauty of the Week 1993 Chin-grabber, neck-choker, in-her-mouth-spitter Blouse-ripper, ass-gripper, that dig-you-out nigga I ain't gon' hold you, old head gave me old news I don't owe you, shoulda heard when I told you You are an extension of what I've worked hard to build You believe in your own lies, can't be real And the odds is that what you love can kill you Like a heart physician who dies from a heart attack I know the consumer behavior, I target that You impressed with what they wearin', I started that [Verse 2] It's kinda terrific, the product of Slick Rick Somebody woulda told me then I would come outta this shit rich And start up a business, I woulda thought they was playin' All them niggas I ran with, all that weight they was weighin' A light bulb switched in my mind at the classes I cut Just a spazz, puttin' wax in the blunt The baddest I want, she wear Lipmatic to front We building businesses, you can be mad if you want It's bubbly 'til it's bubbles we see Drinkin' like Dean Martin is nothin' to me The spirits is somethin' I can't part and it's fun to be me So cheers, here's to the Kanye production this eve War of the Roses, it's war, baby My nigga High said it's me, I drive 'em all crazy [Outro: Shahram Shabpareh] (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Wouldn’t Understand[Produced by Buckwild] [Intro: Nas] Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn [Verse 1: Nas] Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet Your stage was set, but you ain't see the tedious ingredients That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and You never knew how to make dollars You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's I was fly at the Apollo with Black Jason, '89 with a bottle Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint Rollie on wrist, gleaming, he rock the baldy Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey Cop chocolate Thai, Vernon style and burn it down My nigga Hype in the federal joint, verdict out Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude So I'm yelling, "Free my nigga!" My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it [Chorus: Victoria Monét] Who you are ain't in the recipe of what I am 'Cause where I'm from Man, what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I been and what I do No matter how you try you never can 'Cause where I'm from And what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I been, where I been [Verse 2: Nas] You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver? Not me, call me Lucky Nas Castellana Or been shot in the medulla oblongata And survived and praise God with a bullet I never collided Some did and they lived, I salute the Gods Moët spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y'all N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit Shell toes, slim, fly nigga Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat A vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio On any day getting throat in a tinted vehicle Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends Dedication, hard work, routine builds character In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it Break through walls like Pink Floyd And drink fluids, of all kind of alcohol, y'all Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes [Chorus: Victoria Monét] Who you are ain't in the recipe of what I am 'Cause where I'm from Man, what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I been and what I do No matter how you try you never can 'Cause where I'm from And what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I been, where I been [Verse 3: Nas] Now holla at a millionaire Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear Who to screw, what to drive 550 with the cream guts inside Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly Diamond ring on my knuckles, like fire, bitch Gats on us, I don't really trust these guys Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside Fuck it, I'ma die one day They gon' probably make that day a holiday Until then, let's go on a shopping spree Speaking for my real niggas Only OGs, certified who kill niggas When put in that seat, but tonight we on chill, nigga Chill mode, spill more Spades Listen to Yeezy and Hov, some Rozay It's like we always on the grind with no brakes So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation [Chorus: Victoria Monét (Nas)] Who you are ain't in the recipe of what I am (word) 'Cause where I'm from (yeah) Man, what I see you wouldn't understand Where I been and what I do (Y'all wouldn't understand, huh) No matter how you try you never can (You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie) 'Cause where I'm from (yeah) And what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I been, where I been [Outro: Nas] True B nigga, yeah, uhh For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah To my man Eric B, what up, yeah The whole city, I see you To my man Big Slate in the Fed joint My man Spunk, free my niggas All my niggas, yeah Club Vernon, I see you, I see you, yeah And Baltum, I see youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rewind[Verse] Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son Dog—whatever they call you—God, just listen I spit a story backwards—it starts at the endin' The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet holes close in the chest of this nigga Now he back to square one, screamin', "shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van and closed it shut Goin' reverse, slowly prepared My nigga Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "go he there" Sittin' in back of this chair, we hittin' the roach The smoke goes back in the blunt The blunt gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar The blunt turns back into a cigar We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans Spinnin' records backwards of AC/DC I give my niggas dap, jump out the van, back first Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on the phone was like, "outside right we" So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you 'Cause Jungle said, "block your on enemy's the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I'm laid in the bed, thinkin' about this pretty young thing Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug She fell to my bed and gave me a hug I told her, "no hell," she talkin' about, "me kiss" Bobbed her head then spit a nut back in my dick Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lot of spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag and left a nigga behind Walkin' through the door, she rang the bell twice I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice The clock went back from three to two to one And that's about the time the story begun That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell It said: "Son, we found that nigga we gotta kill." [Outro] *Beep* Ayo son, ayo son, you hear me, you hear me? Listen, man, this dude right on the block Right now, man, I found him, right now I see him right now, let's kill him! *Beep* "Yo, this Nas, leave it: peace."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Queens Story[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Verse 1] Uhh, rest in peace to Black Just Riding through Jamaica Queens in his black truck Timbs was forty below, waves to the side of his dome Definition of good nigga, yo Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you In front of you It’s foul what this money could do Cash corrupts the loyal I hung with E-Money too, the fucking truth Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad I could’ve died the same night that Stretch died I just got out of his ride He dropped me off and drove to Springfield November 30th, another Queens king killed It fucked me up, y’all I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute The legal way, drug-free route Back in the days, they was sleeping on us Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it Trying to leave Queens out But we was pulling them Beems out, them M3's out Pumping bringing them D's out Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth Astoria warriors, eight street, twin buildings Vernon, can’t even count the Livingston children Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap though Bridge niggas be up in Petey’s ten racks, yo A simple bet on a serious cash flow Get money, Manolo, welcome home Castro Queensbridge unified all I ask for Let's do it for DU, say what up to Snacks, yo I just salute real niggas when I pass through, uhh... [Verse 2] Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries You be starving in Kew Gardens Bolognas and milk from a small carton You could still feel chills from the team on 118 My nigga Bim fly by like it's a dream His face on his Shirt Kings Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking Back when Black Rock and Ron was on the map Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats Thugs bark, getting amped from weed Over the heart of champions, see Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough (You all know how the story GO!) [Verse 3] "Any other real niggas in the world besides us?" I ask Probably is, but odds are we’ll never cross paths Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory Drinks in the air for my niggas not here This how we do, I see you DU Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends Crack the Patrón, Hennessy and Glenlivets Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow I'm a real OG 'cause back in '93 Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little Laid back in a rental Mouth shining, Eddie’s gold caps all up in the dental Nigga getting money now But you know I'm still mental but not simple Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory Drinks in the air for my niggas not here This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down, I told you Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling [Verse 4] Watch the calm realest channel his mom's spirit Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose Liars brag they put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Better stay on point, if not it's curtains Bebo Posse reincarnated through me probably If music money didn't stop me I never claimed to be the toughest Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed It's the game that we was stuck with Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit Bo cooking blow, fuck is Slate at? Where Turkey went? Old videos show niggas that was murdered since Another reason to get further bent Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory Drinks in the air for my niggas not here This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down, I told you Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heaven[Chorus: Jully Black & Saukrates] If Heaven was a mile away Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? If Heaven was a mile away Or save it all for you? If Heaven was a mile away Would I fill the tank up, put gas And be out the front door in a (flash?) Before reconsidering this hell with you It ain't you, it's the things you do (do) It's tearing my heart in two I would've fell with you, to Hell with you [Verse 1: Nas] If Heaven was a mile away, and you could ride by the gates Would you try to run inside when it opens Would you try to die today? Would you pray louder, finally believe in His power? Even if you couldn't see Him, but you could feel Him Would you still doubt Him? How would you start actin'? Would you try to put the keys down, thinkin' every drug sale that you make in the streets he can see now? Would a fiend even want to get high? Would he stop smokin' If he knew on his own two feet he could just stroll in? To get away and escape from the craziness And I bet you there's a Heaven for a atheist It's hard takin' this, racist planet Where they take a younger brother in a hand-cuff Even if he innocent, "Nigga, get on the car! Put your motherfuckin' hands up!" Thinkin' I'ma lose it, my mom's in chemo Three times a week yo, keep tryin', but people, it's hard And God, your young soldier's not so bold but needs you This world's my home, but world, I will leave you [Chorus: Jully Black & Saukrates] If Heaven was a mile away Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? If Heaven was a mile away Or save it all for you? If Heaven was a mile away Would I fill the tank up, put gas And be out the front door in a (flash?) Before reconsidering this hell with you It ain't you, it's the things you do (do) It's tearing my heart in two I would've fell with you, to Hell with you [Verse 2: Nas] Nigga, what you think, I'ma stop building? I'ma stop feelin' like I'm Amistad's great-great-grandchildren? How I'm not gonna want to make millions Since the quarter water days, in the hallways Makin' fake gold caps With the Reese's Pieces wrapper in my mouth all day But then my style has quite a while That same type as Ill and Al Skratch Game time took 'em cats, never looked back Cristal, blowin' dub sacks That's when it all just hit me: you see, the broads and Bentleys Is nothin' unless my niggas spend it all with me I'd give it all away quickly Just to hear them all about some new kicks Free of any autographs, and not to be recognized, forgive me It's becomin' unbearable, makin' hits is easy Put a famous bitch on a hook, there you go with a platinum CD I know you heard the noise, preachers touchin' on alter boys Sodomizin', not realizin' God is watchin', before the Lord How could they do the Devil's work? A man give another man head in Church Hell, it hurts just to fathom the thought, wishin' that I fled the Earth [Chorus: Jully Black & Saukrates] If Heaven was a mile away Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? If Heaven was a mile away Or save it all for you? If Heaven was a mile away Would I fill the tank up, put gas And be out the front door in a (flash?) Before reconsidering this hell with you It ain't you, it's the things you do (do) It's tearing my heart in two I would've fell with you, to Hell with you [Outro: Nas] You trapped in your own hell Every day I wake up I'm blessed Every day you wake up and breathe another breath, you blessed To all them niggas runnin' around Talkin' about, "I'm fucked up," "I got to get on," "I got to…" "I'm in the grind," "I'm fucked up" Yeah, we all in the grind But look at the beautiful shit around you, it's a beautiful life All my niggas locked up, keep ya heads up Heaven's just a mile away I'm talkin' Heaven on Earth, ain't got nothin' to do with money Got nothin' to do with nothin' material I'm talkin' about Heaven in your own heart In your own world, baby, in your own existence To my moms, look at me, baby I love you, girl, your boy's shinin', God's son...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy World’s an Addiction[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Anthony Hamilton] Lies and the pain Betrayal, life [Bridge: Anthony Hamilton] In danger’s face Look what you’re facing, gave your heart away And all the remedies couldn’t ease the pain All the hurt and betrayal; need to get away In a world so cold You gain your life just to lose your soul Never thinking twice bout what the future holds All the lies and the games not worth fighting for [Refrain: Anthony Hamilton] The world is an addiction Serving up a fix The world is an addiction It's way too much for me [Verse 1: Nas] Uhh, snitches and rapists in the street, crime to the fullest Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets They deny me that, they know the bullets they loan me Be the same ones that probably had them lying flat Stretched out, letter T, it's better to dead a beef Than let it breathe, then we don't succeed Cause then you gotta murder dummies Waste your time, they allergic to money I'm never squirmish to blood We can thug and get out of hand; what’s the options? Only conclusion is shooting, bullets popping, hoodlums dropping Fear any day that the Feds will come knocking Was young and nervous, asking myself what’s my purpose? In the back of a paddy wagon, bracelets aching me Pigs ignoring, I'm asking what precinct they taking me These cops can’t relate to me, death to prison, empty vacancy [Refrain: Anthony Hamilton] The world is an addiction Serving up a fix The world is an addiction It's way too much for me [Verse 2: Nas] Thou shall not be selfish, real nigga commandments Know a billionaire, he has everything but a fam Guess how angry this man gets Had so many bad chicks in his bed, strange sex, same sex Has addictions that are sadistic, chain of events, habits He puts cocaine on his prick and acts sick Self-esteem needs boosting, alcohol consumption Nicotine fusion, some athletes juicing Pastors quote biblical chapters, Psalms All along he’s into bestiality porn And it’s wrong, so I keep the Cali weed in the bong And I'm strong but the female anatomy got me sprung And these women need shoes and baddest cars and condos Fine clothes and these fiends needs to get high So they find dough to mainline dope, and y'all know [Refrain: Anthony Hamilton] The world is an addiction Serving up a fix The world is an addiction It's way too much for me [Verse 3: Nas] So many vices, habits, mine of course, bad chicks My response to any advice on what is the essentials of life I'm just rebellious, not selfish Guess we all share different definitions of what wealth is I need the best things in life, that's women, that’s cars, cigars A vintage bottle on ice that’s priceless The other night, just in the emergency room A patient said she needs to see a doctor soon Doctor busy operating on a lady who's sedated He can barely concentrate cause he’s newly separated His estranged wife likes entertaining her acquaintance In the house they were married in, mad people waiting Some young some old, heads and stomachs aching Filling out an application cause they all need medication But the doctor need love or a quick vacation Calling up his travel agent, same time, premeditating Murdering his ex wife; life, savage ain't it Some need Xanax just to maintain it We all need faith cause the world keep changing Let go of the illusion, start some restraining [Outro: Anthony Hamilton] Oooooooooooh-ahhhhhhhhh.... Ahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhhh...ahhh.. Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (just hold on) Just hold on (... hold on)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Book of Rhymes[Intro] Alchemist, you know me, man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track You know what I'm sayin'? Word, but I wanted to bring A couple of books to the studio today, man I found these shits up in the crib, man, in boxes, man I don't even remember when I was writin' these shits Or what's in these shits, man Probably a bunch of bullshit, man… fuck it, check it [Verse 1] How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man, a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liars all day Time pass— (Nah, let me start somethin' else) Soul on ice, death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal ‘Cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is, I'm a prince, I'm against lames Who do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game Your rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue," it kinda supports Theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo, said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes [Break] Oh shit, Tina! I been lookin' for this bitch number, damn No, this rhyme is weak This is weak, I remember this bullshit right here (My book of rhymes) Gandhi was a… what the fuck? [Verse 2] Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach you plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this… nah, it's weak) The money's your religion, sky the limit, live life Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well-dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet, turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers, crack sellers, and liars and squares (Nah, that was weak there) My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my two-way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real I can't fight you, ‘cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums, spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Scoob and Scrap This can't be my book of rhymes [Break] This can't be my book of rhymes, writin' this bullshit! (My book of rhymes) Nah, neva that! Fuck that! Aw, why you laughin', Alchemist? Hah, you a funny nigga... Naw, yeah (My book of rhymes) I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that! I'ma write again now, fuck that! I musta been high on some shit… what the fuck is this?! [Verse 3] Look how we treat pregnancy, women in the hood Our values so low, our values are no good Things our mothers told us we should've heeded ‘Cause now we need it, we older, almost able t— I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful? Smellin' fresh, youthful, intelligent, while I'm stressin' and shit Ayo, I envy you ‘cause all you do is smile And things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset ‘cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute, we both need your mother's attention I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Déjà vu[Verse 1] Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisons my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me While, funny style niggas roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle Holdin’ weed inside they pussy With they minds on the pretty things in life Gettin' props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back and do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable Gun salute life rapidly, that's the ritual [Hook] Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... [Verse 2] Blunts, thugs and alcohol; what a mixture Just picture, your life as a whole judged in court, they convict ya They tellin' you your state of mind like you worthless So he curses, his mom sayin' Bible verses, that's all she works with But miracles never leave the churches Instead, it hits the pockets of the preacher just to purchase A house with a swimming pool, labels me a sinnin' fool I'm just a nigga who inherited a winnin' jewel To be a trendsetter, whenever subject to Respect this and all respect due is the essential To street life, hustlin’, the struggle, broke ghettos Boilin' coke settles slow inside a glass kettle Darren Levy on my TV, lifestyles of livin' easy Got my crew tense, plottin’ up gyps to get whips with BB's Pushin' cakes, knew anorexics with ten plates Celebratin' elevation in the seeds that we make So How You Like That? [Hook] Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginning... [Verse 3] Escobar life, gems and raw Timbs Gators for pretty boy haters In Vegas with chicks trickin’ fortunes I'm glistenin', housing cops whistlin' Still I'm driftin' in a high, blunts is like insulin 95-I, I drive high, zonin' Stash box zone in my trunk, I flash knots, teeth golden Look at me now, Ma, blowin’, but how far? Cars, cash and bitches got me out more And things you never dreamed I could vouch for Snake niggas slither on they A-alikes I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike Never the one to ask for the time to a saint A mask and nine, I think, will make my problems sink Down a canal, similar to how we drink Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links Drug money, snortin’ bitches, in the end of times Got my nine, 'til I flatline, nigga, gimme mine [Repeated outro] Déjà vu....EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hero[Intro: Polow da Don] QB… where the fuck y'all at? Ha... YEAH, let's go GETS MONEY! [Chorus: Nas & (Keri Hilson)] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) [Verse 1: Nas] Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Workin' like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rockin' D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shoppin' Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin'—I'm him [Chorus: Nas & (Keri Hilson)] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) [Verse 2: Nas] Rubber-grip-holder, reloader Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I'm nasty All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me (let's go!) [Chorus: Nas & (Keri Hilson)] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) [Verse 3: Nas] This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said "Nas, why is he tryin' it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin' Forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin' Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So "Untitled" it is I never change nothin', but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas bein' told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all, let's go! [Outro: Polow da Don] Yeah, Nas, Polow da DonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy N.Y. State of Mind, Pt. II[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Uhh.. yo Whattup? Whattup? It's time man (word, it's time?) Straight up (it's time, man) Aight, set that shit off (set it off then, nigga) Set it off (set if off) [Verse 1] Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma should've cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved me later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin' Stitches in they head, stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin' But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark—NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve—they bust a U-ey, I jog To my building—come out later wearin' camouflage See the sergeant and the captain—strangle men Niggas gaspin' for air 'til they move no more and just stare With dead eyes—tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sisters pregnant Fathers on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss-infested Had 8 partners growin' up, 8 turned to 7 7 turned to 6 niggas, got 2 in heaven 6 of us holdin' it, now it's 5 rollin' thick The 6th one's parole flipped, 5 niggas went to 4 quick When he went O.T., college life Converted into gangbangin', 4 niggas still hangin' Years passin' and slang changin'—3 of us now, 4th nigga ain't around We all thought he was real—he did the snake shit Fake shit—beat his ass down Yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin' clown All I got left in the end is 2 of my best friends And we all goin' out to the death for these ends What? [Chorus (repeats in bridge)] New York, New York (New York state of mind) New York, New York (New York state of mind) [Bridge] You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase (aight?) You know what I mean? New York state of mind, baby (oh, yeah) Check it out (yeah) [Verse 2] I'm at the gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing along All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs Hoodrats flashin' they tongue Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggas both on parole or probation Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on whoever walk in or leave 'Cause I ain't playin', niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your kicks Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you Some of these dudes the Feds be on 'em, you knew 'em for years Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down South Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s Runnin' round quick to split your mug, it's easy To score but it's hard to get the shit off Niggas fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggas mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors Go to any hood that's live and make it liver A lot of niggas schemin', some real, some niggas frontin' But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin' [Chorus] New York, New York New York, New YorkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Watch Dem Niggas[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1: Nas] They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your primetime Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan features the freak shit My thesis on how we creep quick Fucking your wife, that ain't no secret It's mandatory, see, that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me Where the snakes put a smile on they face Hoping and praying I'm stuck Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rocked stages Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges Really, it's papers I'm addicted to Wasn't for rap, then I'd be sticking you The MAC inside the Triple Goose Face down on the floor's the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam Just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant [Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways [Verse 2: Nas] Now, how can I perfect this? (Uhh, what?) Living reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish Jetting, checking my message on the speaker Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD cranking, doing 90 on the Franklin D. Roosevelt No seat belt, drinking and thinking My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened Secret indictments, adds on the one seeking enlightenment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow Traditions started by the school, not far from The Apollo My 'fuck tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato [Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays it's the ways [Verse 3: Nas] Some niggas watch you (Uhh) See you when you think you on the low, ain't hard to spot you You swore to keep it real after you blow Three keys, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat getting the dough Them old timers advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listening, just bobbing your head Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine" At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?", stripping her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know You knew these niggas all your life What made them mark you victim? You fucked up somewhere down the line Now they had to target your Wisdom She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping Jump in your ride, headed to your side Puffing ganja, get to your crib, can't find her, just a reminder: Shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out Could've passed out, your coke is gone, now you ass out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes [Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you (Uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do (What, hah) 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh) Never personal, nowadays it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you (Uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh-huh) Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (Uhh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Surviving The Times[Intro] But that's the whole, tragic, point my friends! What would I do if I could suddenly feel And to know once again that what I feel is real? I could cry, I could smile I might lay back for a while Tell me what, what, what would I do if I could feel? [Verse 1] I was young, I was survivin' the times Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to shine Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next Wantin' bracelets, never hada rope on my neck Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain – Rest In Peace Even though that night you flipped on us, you warned us If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners Movin' on to move your arm in your watch To another time on the block ‘Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme Tragedy, he used to come through all the time I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word define He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine That was my first crush, I bought my first mic I wrote my first verse, I was about nine I was about mine, fantasize house buyin' Met Paul, he wore some big glasses Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived I was happy just gettin' some answers I ain't even know what a record advance was I'm seein' hoes sex in the studio bathroom With rap dudes, thinkin', "Wow, she moved me!" Same girl then right now's a groupie Back then she was like the star in a movie Large jewelry and expensive Gucci Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie Eric B man lookin' like touch it, he shoot me You see, every time Ra didn't show I get to record demos at attempts to blow I wonder, could they tell? How did they know? Sixteen years later, here I go [Chorus: Nipsey Russell] "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" [Verse 2] I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a deal G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted Reef and Matty C offered me a little money Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter Rebel of Hip-Hop comin' through a white rapper My boy MC Serch, nevertheless Took me to Columbia, back then CBS Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man Now buggin' because the label had just dropped Def Jam Could you picture Russell needin' a check, man? But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram Life is ill, again life's a movie Then the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas and Fugees Before I sold records, no promotion The rap world like, "What's all this commotion?" Went plat, mad bottles I'm toastin' 20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then? [Chorus: Nipsey Russell] "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" [Verse 3] Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh Uh, but back to the matter at hand ‘Cause 10 years ago we all strived to be 25 Some cats didn't make it alive Dated some stars but respect their privacy Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat Held myself down, just steerin' the wheel Here I am, completed my whole record deal [Chorus: Nipsey Russell] "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" [Outro] What would I do If I could reach inside of me And to know how it feels To say I like what I see?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Queens Get the Money[Produced by Jay Electronica] [Verse] Ayo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming, paper-chasing Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations Over steak with Masons Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters They daddies faceless Play this, by your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here Mama was just having fun with someone above her years Niggas is still hating Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming He'd rather floss with diamonds They pray "Please God, let him spit that 'Uzi in the army lining' That 'shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wops in the park reclining'" Take 27 emcees, put 'em in a line and they're out of alignment My assignment since he said retirement Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic Gets rich but dies rhyming This is high science Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more I'm over their heads like a bulimic on a seesaw Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nasdaq, y'all gon' bow holmes, this Dow Jones .80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home My queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses This that "nigga" shit that's on the album For them niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses Bring back Arsenio Hip-hop was aborted so Nas breathes life, back into the embryo Let us make man in our image, spit it I'm Huey P in Louis V At the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett And you ain't as hot as I is All of these false prophets is not messiahs You don't know how high the sky is The square mileage of Earth or what pi is I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire The same hand that punched down devils That brought down the TowersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Roses[Produced by Al Shux & Dan Wilson] [Refrain: Nikki Flores] Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn on my hide I should've known We can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't want them no more I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't need them no more [Verse 1: Nas] I have no time to give you guidance Barely have any fuck time either Hefner minded like I think you're fine, but I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her Or if she insecure, most are If she's mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off Not a judge, 'cause a judge don't wear no draws, yet he allows Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows My tax bracket, not enough blacks have it Who should I date -- Project chick or Cuban actress? A White chick, they might flip talking that Blackness Should only attract Black shit, I'm an ass magnet If you mad at that, you'll be mad forever Never played you, I prayed we would stay together Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams [Refrain: Nikki Flores] Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn on my hide I should've known We can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close [Verse 2: Nas] Them Xanax can't manage your maniac manic depressive expressions They some silent killers, that stress shit That put ulcers in a lot of niggas I'm blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper I done went to hell and back, you always think you right You know when you wrong, and still you want to fight When people like my song, you want to kill 'em, right? You resent me every time I make a million, right? You want to experience life when you calling all the shots Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot Have your own cash, own your own Benz Your own house, everything, me I understand Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen Bee Put you on under Martin Scorsese: Mean Street The first movie he made, thought that was fly I thought you was flyer, you a fucking liar [Refrain: Nikki Flores] Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn on my hide I should've known We can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't want them no more I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't need them no moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Destroy & Rebuild[Intro] This is a journey into the world's most largest and notorious projects: Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardest rappers [Verse 1] He held a mass appeal and a likkle boy smile Depressed has a complex, his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like tellin' some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his name's Cory Hung around my man's Lakey and Big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin' his cheddar Corey changed his name to ahh, whatever Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like, it's Mega Right, Mega was his name, sorry about that (But it's so hard) to put a coward's name in my rap Always actin' tough, a jokester be frontin' He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin' But that's Nas always lookin' out for bredren Cause when bredren don't return love it don't stress him Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughin' to the bank and shit Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack Def Jam mad that he signed the contract Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid Mega for the record you could suck my dick Bitch, you from around the way it's sad what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity [Refrain] They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it So they say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it So they say [Verse 2] Since we on the subject of traitors and flunkies Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood, dummies There's plenty that wanna be me but cannot Its like King Arthur and Knight Sir Lancelot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted my downfall He would say his little slick shit and act real funny For what, nigga? You're butt and it got back to me Askin' a Braveheart to get back your jewelry You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q.B Nature moved to Marcy (Man dick riding Nature) nothing else to say Man Nature moved to Marcy (far.. far away) (Backward ass niggas, man fuck them niggas Go head with the program man proceed) Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills me when niggas let out of town to set shot And get filthy rich, its just not No more morals, no loyalty, no more community Queensbridge, we gotta have unity [Refrain] They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it So they say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it So they say [Verse 3] I put the name on the map after Marley and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleanin' up house, my own backyard Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed P, how many times ain't you shamed that Jungle was bustin' his gun to get your weak chain back They don't respect you, a cheque's due for me for your fame Mega, I hope you blow so I'm sayin' your name (Mega, Mega) Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be King Even Jigga want the crown: "How that sound?" Poor thing! I'm representin' Queensbridge U.S.A Where two SK's go off every day ruthless-lay All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back So haters say [Refrain] They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it So they say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (the bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it So they say [Outro] "The Bridge is over," my dick! The Bridge'll never be over, long as I'm alive and breathin'! Braveheart to the graveyard! I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm sayin'? Just get them unloyal niggas from out your circle! You can't save everybody! Niggas invited you to the hood - rep it right my nigga! Be untouchable, my nigga So it be Mobb for life for real, and that's real! Ayo Nature, I can't hold your hand through this shit man! I'm not your father, man! Be your own man, stand on your own two! I believe in you, believe in yourself, nigga Or don't even rep this, man! Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta shit going on in the streets man! Yo niggas is in the grind! Where you be at man? Niggas be buckin'! Why you never buckin'? Where you be at, man? All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Nino Brown of the fuckin' hood? It's disgusting, man! Stay out the magazines! Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth! There's no more room for jealousy, we destroyin' and rebuildin': That means the cowards get out, and real niggas stay! Niggas been hating me since I been nine Shining with suede motherfucking Bally's on and silks I'ma always be the young don Don't be like the niggas on the other side: Hating me cause I'm beautiful! Real niggas in Queensbridge: You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby! Q.BEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Girl Lost[Intro] [Girl 1] Hello? [Girl 2] Whassup, girl? [G1] Ain't nothing - this nigga in here stressing Talking that old off the wall, back to Africa shit again [G2] What, that God Body shit? [G1] Yeah, that dumb shit I'm trying to get up OUTTA here [G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumping tonight [G1] Word, f'real, where? [G2] You know, where the real niggas is popping the Cristal Not that White Star! [G1] Ha hah! Word, where the real niggas at? [JoJo Hailey] Listen.. to reason Pretty baby, baby, listen [Verse 1: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)] A young, wild, beautiful love child You like 'em thug style, link rocking, then mink copping Hit you on the sink, a hundred dollar drink popping The head'll make you take 'em shopping, a foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel, looking real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (So fine..) To see ya prophecy, your ebony tone is locking me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishing I could be the one man But you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, getting rubbed on Niggas pull your hair, shake your fat rear, get your fuck on Following week, you back there, but what you stuck on? Weed, clowns and cars Puffing with some lil nigga, husband not knowing she's out Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas Niggas thirst you, you just let 'em hurt you and leave What up, ma? Fronting like you naive Push your man's whip, calling police when you flip Can't understand it, yo, it should be a throne for us But for now, that's a whole different zone from us, word! [Chorus: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)] Diamonds all shining, looking all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl struggling, trying to survive (Trying to survive) Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playing the same ol' games Messing with my mind, emotional thangs (Messing with my mind) (And there goes.. a black girl.. lost) [Verse 2: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)] Like Isis, he got your heart broke and felt lifeless Grow up, girl, instead, you want revenge so now you act the nicest To who'sever getting down and trifless To get his mind, all you do is give him something priceless 'Cause in time, he'll realize the thighs is all he needs More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (Deceit, yeeeahhh) There you go again, starting wars, making me more yours Seem to get a kick out of keeping me on all fours Face glistening, I'm addicted to you Original, Wisdom Body got me picturing you Igloos of ice tricking on you You never listen to this nigga spending Franklins on tennis anklets Must've had a bad deal in the past, though Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now You getting interviewed, but your boss is into getting screwed Typical day that the black girl sees Coming home wanting more from a college degree [Chorus: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)] Diamonds all shining, looking all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl struggling, trying to survive (Trying to survive) Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playing the same ol' games Messing with my mind, emotional thangs (Messing with my mind) (And there goes.. a black girl.. lost) [Verse 3: Nas & (JoJo Hailey)] Where are you focused? On legit niggas and where the coke is Nice and Thug Life niggas, yo, you seem hopeless Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you Could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amounting to More than the world, but not knowing nothing about you You leaving the crib, taking all your kids out to Drop 'em off, letting some nigga knock you off So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (You should be ashamed) Growing up seeing it, it should remind you, you being lied to Everything that move be inside you Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to They spot you out dancing topless in your drawers Damn, look, there goes a black girl lost [Outro: JoJo Hailey] You should be ashamed of yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doing silly things that is wrong Black girl lostEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Simple Things[Intro: Justin Vernon sample] And I know where I'm going to [Verse 1: Nas] I'm lookin' in Longevity's eyes I play with Infinity's mind, Forever's my guy My pedigree, above your ass, you'll never see I I love the past, but see where I'm goin', I get to fly Never sold a record for the beat, it's my verses they purchase Without production I'm worthless But I'm more than the surface Want me to sound like every song on the Top 40 I'm not for you, you not for me, you bore me I drop lines prestigious schools read to their students Look at my album plaques, somebody agrees with the music Was lovin' women you'll never see All you know's my kids' mothers, some celebrities Damn, look at the jealousy! Lucky me, I meet some beauties Make you wanna shoot me Hate to brag, my worst batch kills off your best cutie Facts is deep, we break up, they hook up with athletes Get married 'cause we wasn't that match, my G Don't attach me to the games, I'm lucky, I'm blessed One of my exes could be your next, dog—trust me, don't test [Chorus: Nas] It's the simple things in life, simple things in life Simple things in life, simple things in life It's the simple things in life, simple things in life Simple things in life, simple things in life [Verse 2: Nas] Rollin' dice, throw no aces With my gangsters, we discussin' buyin' acres Other safe bets, nothin' regular or basic Ridin' back to back, me and Jungle in some spaceships Where the squad at? You can see us on the ave, chop it up as always Stand up Queensbridge, now the world know us Everybody sayin' my humility's infectious I just want my kids to have the same peace I'm blessed withEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Replace Me[Intro: Nas] (Hit-Boy) N-A-S Uh, yeah [Chorus: Don Toliver] It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to) So don't go lookin' for nobody else I was keeping my heart there on safety (Heart there on) But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (Yeah) You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times) I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up) You love to wine and dine, come be my lady, lady [Verse 1: Nas] You can't replace me like a battery, you can't mistake 'em for Nasty You know my anatomy, you know my body is voodoo probably Kama Sutra, Mr. Oochie Wally She hit the woah, I'm in control, I'm in her soul Sugar daddy sometimes, no sugar coatin' one line when we talk But she thought she could've found a new guy That kid alright, but I'm her kryptonite, a different type Larenz and Nia Long, Love Jones, dippin' on the bike You growin' into a better woman, it's whatever, we thuggin' New Prada every season, fifty ball on the budget If it didn't occur (Huh?), she for me, I'm for her (Running) Only thing worse than being alone is wishin' you were [Chorus: Don Toliver, Nas & Big Sean] It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to) So don't go lookin' for nobody else (I'm one of one) I was keeping my heart there on safety (Heart there on) But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (That part) You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times) I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up) You love to wine and dine, come be my lady (Yeah), lady [Verse 2: Big Sean] You talk a little sweet about me, a lot of sour I know that you believe in stars And just like stars, you know your words got a lot of power You know I'm good at reading you, I spent like ten thousand hours I must've bought you ten thousand flowers, ignore red flags and audibles I even bought your daughter clothes and your father clothes And I bought you diamonds even though I got a heart of gold And on your enemies, we rode, I go Picasso, Art of War We a different pedigree I did some foul shit across the line, you seen the petty me I never gave you infidelity or tried to wreck your credibility I'm not your ex, I'm your ecstasy Methamphetamines, ain't no better me, facts [Chorus: Don Toliver, Big Sean & Nas] It get kinda hard to replace me (Kinda hard to, yeah) So don't go lookin' for nobody else (Straight up) I was keeping my heart there on safety (That's right, heart there on) But now I'm letting it go until ain't none left (You know I'm the one) You got a lot to lose, but it's all basic (Haha) I'll probably ride the times to prevent a late text (I'll probably ride the times, I ride that) I bet I'm living it up while so spacey (Bet I'm living it up, woah, woah) You love to wine and dine, come be my lady, lady (Yeah) [Outro: Big Sean & Nas] You know I'm just tryna do what I'm meant to do Teach and please you You know, never mistreat you and treat you You know how it goes It's that Don Life shit Sean Don Esco I got that New York walk I got that Detroit soul, you know HahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Reach Out[Produced by DJ Hot Day, Rodney Jerkins & Salaam Remi] [Intro: Nas] DJ Hot Day... [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby I see you standing there So lost and all alone I wanna take you in my arms And tell you that you’re home I look into your eyes I said I know you very well I see a mirror of my life A reflection of myself [Verse 1: Nas] 3:45AM can't sleep, can't dream I'm stuck, money problems pop up How will I survive? Guess it's best to decide not to decide So that's my decision Whatever happens happens I keep making my millions Can see myself in Presidential campaign dinners But I'm passing blunts around a bunch of gang members When you're too hood to be in them Hollywood circles And you're too rich to be in that hood that birthed you And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest And outgrow women you loved and thought you could stay with Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror And leave notes around for yourself to remember I like to teach and build With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil All you need is some skill, then it’s grind time Imagination better than knowledge, says Einstein It’s all in the mind Nasty the nicest, I'm somewhat of a psychic Just one minute after it's heard You all'll recite it, you all'll repeat it You'll call me a genius, if you didn't Now that I said it I forced you to think it Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moët Bitch when you vision me, you vision the best When I was young they called me Olu's son Now he's Nas' father, I was the good seed He was the wise gardener [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby I see you standing there So lost and all alone I wanna take you in my arms And tell you that you’re home I look into your eyes I said I know you very well I see a mirror of my life A reflection of myself [Verse 2: Nas] Yeah, what y'all know about this.. Yo, beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics The burbs talking like the hood will change with quickness Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness So what I rap about my riches and I'm ostentatious Get out a gangsta's business, seems to me your thoughts are basic Try to compare what you live to the life I master See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation The strip club scene favors Josephine Baker Dope fiend neighbors, growing up I seen paper I describe it, hope you can visualize it This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites Don’t make me pull my Lottos out the closet Ha ha ha [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby I see you standing there So lost and all alone I wanna take you in my arms And tell you that you’re home I look into your eyes I said I know you very well I see a mirror of my life A reflection of myself [Outro: Mary J. Blige] You remind me, ohhhhhhhhhh Yes it's true baby, ahh yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Undying Love[Produced by L.E.S] [Verse 1] Uh... Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice At the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights Gamblers, puffin' cigars, couples and stars Flashin' cameras, dealers, shufflin' cards Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd 'Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we bust the .45 'Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride Flyin', duckin', our bitches in the club cluckin' Tellin' my wife who I was dancin' with like I was fuckin' Flew back, Monday evening from Nevada where the sun was beamin' To the concrete jungle of cement Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin' Told my dogs peace, kept it movin', I was beat when Got to my crib, where the hell my keys went? Ringin' the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo To the back, she must be inside and can't hear Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin' her hair I walked in through the back door entrance Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses And lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin' swingin' on the ceiling fan, I stopped it Swingin' slower and slower On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughter Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin' made me disregard it Started my way up to where the noise and music was at Froze, I couldn't react Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin' with some nigga Mumblin' shit, he had one hand on her ass And she was rubbin' his dick, toastin' wine glasses Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the shit Searchin' for words I found none, without a sound I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun Now I'm out buggin', whylin', what I'm gon' do? Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin' through [Chorus] I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? [Verse 2] Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost I ain't know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off "Son you home early -- they wiped you out that quick?" I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years What I just saw happenin' -- and probably still is Snuck in my crib - some nigga fuckin' my wiz I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me" Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement 20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me We pulled up, he was walkin' out the house backwardly Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater Walked to the front when I talked he had jumped Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend One between the eye, she's died, by mistake Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me hide the bodies Heard si-rens, I guess we goin' out like kamikaze We surrounded, red lights flashin', who's inside? Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin' suicide Horse asked me for the MAC, he gave me dap, one love Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back Mad shots couldn't tell what was goin' on Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin' Put it on her ring finger cocked the Glock, and started prayin' To Muhammad and Allah, the most beneficial Through you, all things are possible, I know you're listenin' I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed This'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene On that note, same time, the cops busted in Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen" Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close Squeeze the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope" .. we elope [Outro: Cop] Stupid fucking niggersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dance[Intro] One more time, one more time Uh, one more time Uh, one more time [Verse 1] I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born Layin' in your arms, wishin' you was here today, Mom Wish you'd appear, just for a second from Heaven My tears would be gone, I wouldn't be rappin' this song I'd be happy drivin' up to your eight-bedroom mansion Up late, laughin' about the hard times we faced The galaxy is so enchantin' beyond, Galileo's understandin' Past the Milky Way and all the planets There's somethin' out there greater, but only God knows Scientists claim we came from apes, but they lies though That was part of our conversation I spark one up and start blazin' Thinkin' of how amazin' she was, an angel gave me love I'm thankful to ever know a woman so real I pray, when I marry, my wife'll have one of your skills But Mom, you could never be replaced I'd give my life up just to see you one more day, to have— [Chorus] One more dance with you, Momma If I could only have One more dance with you, Momma Praying, wishing that I could have One more dance with you, Momma If I could only have One more dance with you, Momma [Verse 2] I wish you were here, I miss you more each second I breathe You resting in peace, forever, I accepted you free A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white Smilin' at me, happy, knowin' everything's all right If only I could hear your voice and your laughter Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine April 7th '02, that's when the gates of Heaven opened up For you to stroll through, beautiful Anne Jones Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood You was my strength to carry on, and now I'm good Job well done, you lived through your sons and grandchildren Jesus finally got his bride, Mommy, dance with him! And you've been my guide through all the trouble I faced They playin' our song, the life-beat, my hand on your waist I grab your other hand, I'm tryin' not to step on your toes Spin you around with my eyes closed, dreaming I can have— [Chorus] One more dance with you, Momma If I could only have One more dance with you, Momma Praying, wishing that I could have One more dance with you, Momma If I could only have One more dance with you, Momma [Outro] I love you forever, Mom You will always live through me, always Uh, uh, uh, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back When[Produced by No I.D.] [Intro: Ronnie Gee sample] "Warning-Warning-Warning-Warning New York-New York-New York-New York The sound-The sound-The sound You about to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear-to hear" [Refrain: MC Shan sample (Nas)] "You love to hear the story How it all, how it all, got started, got started" (start it off) "You love to hear the story How it all, how it all, got started, got started, ah yeah!" "You love to hear the story How it all got started" (Start it off, start it off, start it off, start it off) "Back when-back when-back when-back when Back when-back when-back when-back when" [Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, yeah The ill reminisce and think about the fly days Nothing like them 80s summer NY days Hop on the MB5 days Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways How it all started, fifth floor apartment A jigsaw puzzle aerial view of the projects A kid saw struggle, buried a few of his partners Now I chill in resorts, enjoying massages Check out the oracle bred from city housing Nas, I arise the dead by thousands I remember seeing Shan chilling near his Audi (near his Audi) Hollis had Run and them but I proudly Put a poster up of Shan and Marley, that was art kid You love to hear the story how it started The bubbly I'm pouring wasn't popped yet Before there was an audience to watch us I assure you there was a process, yeah [Refrain: MC Shan sample (Nas)] "You love to hear the story How it all, how it all, got started, got started" (How it all got started, yeah) "You love to hear the story How it all, how it all, got started, got started" (How it, how it all got started) ah yeah! "You love to hear the story How it all got started, got started" (Hear the story, how it all, start it off Start it off, start it off, start it off How it all got started) "Back when-back when-back when-back when (back when) Back when (back when), back when-back when-back when" [Verse 2: Nas] To call them fake today is hate, real niggas extinct Pac left me inside a rap world with niggas that wink At other rappers, undercover niggas spit every way Won't be surprised if all their rides have federal plates Let alone their wardrobes and Studio 4 flow It was real when I appeared, it would've been some jaws broke Nas, my real name, stage name, same thing How could you let these lames claim king, I'm so ashamed, man I light a L for Vernon for niggas who would burn in Hell for Vernon 10th Street, 12th Street, Nightmare on Elm Street Pimps creep, delve deep inside the editorials Of the ghetto queens, kings, stories true Who possesses the testicular fortitude To blow away myths that's a hindrance to all of you You blame your own shortcomings on sex and race The mafia, homosexuals and all the Jews It's hogwash point of views, stereotypical Anti-Semitic like the foul words Gibson spewed And it's pathetic, I don't get the credit I deserve That's why I hate doing interviews But I don't sweat it, study long, study raw My man Dion said Nas over-think the songs he writing I'm not a wack performer standing near a corny hype man I got the Donism in me, I'm here to enlighten [Refrain: MC Shan sample (Nas)] "You love to hear the story How it all, how it all, got started, got started" (Yeah, how it all got started, yeah) "You love to hear the story How it all, how it all, got started, got started" (How it, how it all got started) "You love to hear the story How it all got started, got started" (Hear the story, how it all, start it off Start it off, start it off, start it off How it all got started) "Back when-back when-back when-back when (back when) Back when (back when), back when Back when, (back when) back when"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Live Nigga Rap[Produced by Havoc] [Intro: Prodigy & (Havoc)] Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack son) For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt son) Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (No doubt son) For niggas don't know how to act [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously Havoc and P, Queens niggas so it seem to be Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise Mega got word back from Noreaga The D.A. got video cassette tape of The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up Pig-tied they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles I been through, crime shit my niggas into Peep the issue, situation like this, we stickin him too JFK on our way to L.A Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré My crew do it the Mobb way, every day Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli Now undress, you know the drill-y Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats I have yet to met challenger who go against my set Gemstars razor sharp like Gillette, shavin' closely on Any character approach me I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny While cat burg-lars tryin' to sneak peep the recipe Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet You pay about $5,000 a plate [Verse 2: Havoc & Prodigy] No doubt kid, I hit them niggas like a bid The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely It's only me, and the gat that's holdin' me We got it locked beyond measure, your clique's under pressure Extort you for your treasure, smack you with the undresser Represent your clique, go ahead, get that ass whipped Floatin' in the river with your body wrapped in plastic Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin' QB represent, fuck that, it can happen While you rappin', I'm busy tryin' to sneak the gat in Contamin', cut the party short while you jammin' We think smarter, reach harder Got the .44, bodyguard of somethin' you don't want a part of If I was you, then I would do what I have to But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you Then stepped off casually, naturally me [Verse 3: Nas] Niggas thinkin' shit sweet, I carry big heat Wavy hair, chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep Queens murder cliques meet Yellow tapes on black gates Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait I escape into zones that's irregular Why debate on the phone? I'm solar cellular Escobar 600 You just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it Curriculum of a mathologist Deep throats, they try to swallow this Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome, niggas' mics is full of silicone Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life I put my word on it Now, you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Airy lodges We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is Catchin' charges of marksmen, livin' heartless Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit We mobbin', puttin' niggas in mausoleums From Queens cross to Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em [Outro: Prodigy & (Havoc)] For niggas don't know how to act To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack Rest in peace to my niggas layin' on they back To all the niggas who bust gat (Live nigga rap) For niggas don't know how to act To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack Rest in peace to my niggas on they back To all the niggas who bust gat (Live nigga rap) For niggas don't know how to act To all the niggas on the block slangin' crack Rest in peace to my niggas on they back To all the niggas who bust gat (If you's a live nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Still Dreaming[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro: Kanye West] And as the sun sets And the night falls And them ho's call [Verse 1: Kanye West] He pulled up at 6:30 in a 745 As he waving "Shorty, hi", you know he showin' his bling out She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out His girl caught feelings, she mad, she threw the ring out How she found out she dreamt the whole thing out Y'all be going through problems, you gotta work the kinks out When you go to sleep? What do you think 'bout? If y'all get a divorce She gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out Make it so cold that you gotta pull your mink out Or grab your roller skates and turn a roller rink out You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna min-gle Meanwhile, she out doing the same thing now Nightmares from your dream gal make you scream out [Chorus: Kanye West, Nas & Chrisette Michele] Some people really (Still dreamin') Some people really (Make you scream out) Some people really are (Still dreamin') Still dreamin' (Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two) Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true They are still dreamin'(Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two) Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true Some people really (Yeah) Some people really (y-y-yeah) Some people really are (Ugh) [Verse 2: Nas] How you a man waiting for the next man to get rich? Your plan is to stick out your hand real quick So if he feed your family and he serve you shit Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all your life Dwellin' on the past when you was alright When you was getting cash but wasn't too bright Now your luck down, you feel like bustin' them shells Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self Want niggas to show you, how to come up with green I schemed since I'm 14, what the fuck was your dream? Rental cars, little broads, saying you was seen With little niggas with a chain, you was doing your thing How high was I? You the thousandth guy That came around thinking we can see eye to eye We on a different echelon Could've got bread together, now you get skedded on [Refrain: Sample of Kanye West and Nas] [Verse 3: Nas] She had several cars, she had credit cards A castle, large master bathroom, getting a pedicure Bellinis by the glassful, said she been meaning to ask who Who in need of cash who, who could blast tools And I'm eating cashews, knew she was bad news But we mad cool, nothin' sexual ‘Cause I knew her since high school Grew up with my dudes, like one of my crew She worked for Fox News One of her mans that she lent her drop to Won't come back with it, so she want him clapped in it Says it's important that it looks like an accident She was snorting and her eyes had bags in it She was recording, had a wire, askin' shit Four days before I came by she got bagged with bricks Crossed the line from her world of news castin' To a world of entrapment, a good girl gone backwards [Refrain: sample + Kanye and Nas] [Sample of "They are still dreaming" to end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Full Circle[Intro: Nas] (Hit-Boy, G. Ry got me) Ayo, Hit-Boy, man I need to roll up some of that fonto you got, man I be seeing you smoking Yo, how that I.E. weather? Uh [Verse 1: Nas & AZ] Tilted brim like Goldie talking Pryor listening, my prior women had no remorse When they tried to end on no discourse, no discussion I'm all alone and all the people with the big hats on went home So what you gon' do now, Goldie? Your bottom left you It's up to me and you, Goldie, through introspection You ain't Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain't cold as it was And I go through multiple love triangles over and over enough I talk to my boxing trainer, he's my logic explainer Conversations through our combination He told me, "Stick and move," and "Different rules apply to different women" Some women's into licking women Some women's independent, some women want brothers who educated Some women want Benzes, leather seats that are perforated Some do malevolent snake shit Yo, you can miss me with that fake shit (Peace king) [Verse 2: AZ] Dialogue superb, flyest cars on the curb, word When I evolved, a higher God emerged reserved More subtle, come from the stress and the struggle Young then, obsessed in the bubble about it Took advantage if a woman allowed it One of the foulest, some would say I was childish, money-driven Mischievous, I perceived it as livin', gifts and ribbons Any kisses on the lips was forbidden, I was on it She curvy, then shorty was cornered, no worries For the naughty, it was higher performance, or was it really? The games that I was playin' was silly Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could've killed me Caution never crossin' my mind, she callin' cryin' Me, I'm more concerned why she ain't fallin' in line, was buggin' Grew a lot since they said I was stubborn Guess it's real, even players need lovin' When you enamored by female companions, there's no standards Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that's the damage Reflectin' on first impressions, what's she expectin'? Why when men don't follow directions, it's deception? [Verse 3: Cormega & Foxy Brown] I was intrigued by fine women, I realized Some were drop-dead gorgeous living a lie Oblivious to beauty inside truly defines Will you walk with me or are you there for the ride? For better or worse, every blessing and curse Understand exotic sands come after the dirt I was dealing since adolescent Thinking my girl was my possession, I stand corrected It takes understanding and affection Time is money, I need growth for my investment I don't like attention unless it's a woman With majestic grace like an empress in Essence Let's just chill, catch vibes in Negril Celebratin', many of us never made it (Haha) Whatever brings you down won't elevate you (Uh) Like a real one beside you is very gracious [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] Ill Na Na top five, nigga, dead or alive Nigga or bitch, Firm mafiosa shit Ayo, Esco, name a bitch fuckin' with me Did a bullet, came home, Brooklyn gave me the key No cap though, facts though, nigga, that's really rap, though Like really though, my nigga, she really back though Like really though, my nigga, she really rap though In my lowski low shit, nigga Got my wooskies locin', nigga Comme de Garçons loafers on my posters, Firm la familia First lady, nigga, Bonnie for real Pussy power like Tasha pushed Tommy to kill, uh Black Sheba, Philipp Plein on a sneaker Low in a two-seater, bitch, I spits ether I'm saying my salaams, what up? Got my three gods with me, so ladies, keep it a buck La familia [Outro: Dr. Dre] Life (Life) Everything comes back around full circle (Yup) (Miss me with that...) What up, Hit-Boy? One of my favorites (Ooh) Yeah, you know what the fuck this is (What is it?) King shit, Firm Biz Mastered this, no alternative Classic shit, that's affirmative Ha, got me out here on my first-degree murder shit Stretch marks from this art, gave birth to this And I stand by every word of this Malcolm X with a check, close curtains, bitch YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ultra Black[Intro] Nas, Nas, Nas Yeah Nas, Nas We goin' (We goin') we goin' (We goin') Uh, uh My pants 'posed to sag, yeah We goin' ultra, yeah [Chorus] We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that We don't fold or crack (We goin') Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (Uh) We goin' ultra black Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap We goin' ultra black, we goin' (We goin') We goin' (We goin') uh [Verse 1] Rhythm and blues, pop, rock to soul to jazz 'Til my toes are tagged (Uh) How I look being told I'm not supposed to brag? Nobody fault, I tell the truth, I know it's facts, we ultra black Grace Jones skin tone, but multi that Multiple colors, we come in all shades, mocha black Accept where I'm at and not fight me on it (Uh) Emotional stares like I might be wanted (Yeah) Pitch black like the night, I'm ultra black Sanford and Son reruns, jokes are black (Ha) Oh yes, oh yes, God bless success We goin' ultra black, like the Essence Fest Talk with a mask on, the freshest breath African black soap caress the flesh Superfly, The Mack, sittin' fly in the 'Lac Take the boat on the water, history talks with my daughter (Dest') My son'll be my resurrection (Knight) Constantly learnin' lessons, I never die, you get the message? I hope you be better than I, life's precious (Precious) Two steppin' Sometimes I'm over-black, even my clothes are black Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag We goin' ultra black, unapologetically black The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black [Chorus] We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that We don't fold or crack (Nas, Nas) Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal We goin' ultra black Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap We goin' ultra black (Yeah) We goin' (We goin', we goin') [Verse 2] We goin' ultra black Raiders, Oakland hat, I smoke to that Pre-rolls and 'gnac, what's the results to that? C-notes and bags (Uh) She knows I'm classy like I'm Billy Dee Williams (Smooth) Go ultra black (Uh), Isaac Kennedy films, Penitentiary II Black like out in the Lou', black don't crack It's like the fountain of youth, the culture's black Like Iman, she beautiful, goin' ultra black To Africa, you say, "Go back" I stay pro-black, my Amex black (Ah) Black like cornrows, afros Black like Kaep' blackballed from the Super Bowl (Colin) Hall & Oates, I can't go for that Motown Museum, Detroit, I'm ultra black This for New York and all the map No matter your race, to me, we all are black [Chorus] We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that We don't fold or crack (We don't fold or crack) Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (This a celebration) We goin' ultra black Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap We goin' ultra black (Black is beautiful) We goin' (Black is beautiful) [Outro] Nas, Nas (Nas)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nas Is Coming[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Intro: Nas & Dr. Dre] Motherfucking Dre (Ahh), whassup my nigga? Sup Nas? Chilling, God Niggas is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga Yeah and this chocolate over here, they mixed this shit up Nigga, hit some of this shit, nigga Yeah, lemme get that I'm tired of these niggas, niggas stealin' beats And niggas is stealin' your whole techniques and shit Niggas wanna take everything from a nigga, man Yeah, yeah, yo, Nas, it's like this, man Niggas can't do it like I do it, d'yaknahmsayin'? Just like niggas can't do what you do Right, right You know, can't nobody fuck with this You know, all these niggas out here just Talkin' this East coast/West coast bullshit Niggas need to kill that shit And make some money, y'know Word Fuck it What is it, what is it, God? Let's get together, make some fuckin' music Right, that's what I'm sayin', that's what I'm sayin' And get paid, and just, let that be it Right, right All these niggas talkin' all this bullshit Better sit back, and watch what happens [Verse 1: Nas] The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holding out Let the streets be the court and corners hold the trial Fatal, not fictitious I rock the cable '86 shit Foreign cars young with crazy bitches Mad smoke makes me able to quote Soliciting ill editions of that Murder I Wrote A provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand In the heat of the moment Like Farrakhan said, we need atonement Bulletproof glass, S-classes Chrome kitted up, calicones lit it up I didn't get touched checking my nuts I stood up and lit a Dutch Clutching gats, quick to bust But knowing how these niggas tattle I sneak move, get the drop, one shot without the gun battle So when you run, the lead travels I come through, it's taboo Ninety-six ways made to clap you [Chorus] Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming [Verse 2: Nas] In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window I spot the fake, red dot his face like a Hindu Snatched the symbol, tied his hands to make examples Substantial amounts you owe to the fam' Crew, Firm affiliation, paper chasing Chips glossy, rich Pablo Escabano Sophisticado, blazing hollows like Saddles Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I'm Castro Compared to these niggas who swear to be real But impostors to Hoffa, Nas plague kills Counting bills to send to all my jail niggas who fell From New York to LA, QB to CPT for GP A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy The clout - murder material, serial scratched out My name's passed out like it's something venereal But back in stereo [Chorus] Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming [Verse 3: Nas] From childbirth to hearses, flow like the Nile cover surface I bit the fruit from the Serpent Apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted Control the rap game? You got it twisted Dr. Dre way, the 'Bridge say "Shake dice and kiss it" Sip Cris', push the six with biscuit Jeep full of chickens, pull up beside, have a listen, y'all Nas, y'all, fly gangsta, wavy hair, teeth chipped in My shit bump, in the courtroom drunk Links truck, rocky bracelet, cognac kernel, never chase it Rap hero, black DeNiro Federal Bureau tapped my line and got zero Rap pro, diamond Role, hustling low Pro-file white gold style, raking bloody dough by the pile Shot down, still alive, he struggling for the phone, fo-fo blow him When homicide comes, these three words are sung [Chorus] Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming [Outro: Dr. Dre] Check this out, it's Nasty Nas and Dr. Dre East meets West That's how we making it happen That's how it goes down for the nine-six Ayo Nas, let's get this money, let's get paid Sit back and watch all these motherfucking clowns out here Riffing and beefing about this bullshit Yo, while they doing all that We just gon' kick back with these honeys This Cristal and party to the year 2G [Chorus] Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is comingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be A Nigger Too[Intro] Turn your radios up You are now allowed to listen to the radio The real niggas are back on the radio [Verse 1] Uh, no slackin', no beggin', no askin', no fastin' No disrespect to Islam nor Imam or Pastor No answers to questions the media's askin' Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists? They love it; puttin' old niggas verse the youngest Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas There's verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas Not mad 'cause Eminem said, "Nigga," 'cause he my nigga Wigga, cracker, friend - we all black within, okay? We all African, okay Some Africans don't like us no way! A killing happened in Johannesburg, yesterday Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked Some say N-double-A-C-P, keep us sidetracked But I don't buy that, I buy Aston Martins Faster cars than, NASCAR cars and, sparkin' while ridin' Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I'm rich With this N-word jargon I'm just startin', bitch! [Chorus] I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too? To all my kike niggers, spic niggers, guinea niggers, chink niggers That's right, y'all my niggas, too I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too They like to strangle niggers, blamin' niggers, shootin' niggers, hangin' niggers Still you wanna be a nigga, too? True [Verse 2] Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet Uzi on the nightstand, I'm the man you go to war with Not the man you go to war against, patience, I'll get you If that means I can't sleep a whole year, I'ma get you I'm official not "A-Tisket" or "A-Tasket" I'll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed Don't forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up I flow tighter as Tootie's braces, who be hatin' us? I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust 'Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers I'm the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters Clique still movin' like Freemasons So if I'm on the flow for the law, there's lodges all across the nation Nas is bred for the plan, to hold the Grand Dragon's head in my hand, come and get me, here I am [Chorus] I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too? To all my kike niggers, spic niggers, guinea niggers, chink niggers That's right, y'all my niggas, too I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggers Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, too They like to strangle niggers, blamin' niggers, shootin' niggers, hangin' niggers Still you wanna be a nigga, too? TrueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thugz Mansion (N.Y.)[Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this journey, the best journey A mansion, acres of land and swimming pools and all that Check it out [Verse 1: Nas] I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets, watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug blocks Missionaries pass out papers that read "Love God" I see faces, cases, judges, and juries, Masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thug's face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid, he was the vintage stick 'em up pro Sixteen years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every morning, calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke He insane, already gone mad blames himself for his setbacks Dangerous street corners where it sets at Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs Chasin' him, his asthma's flarin' Smokin' like a chimney, on Remy, of course he not carin' He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin' I give him a helping hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, 'cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothing but peace, love, and street passion Every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse 2: 2Pac] Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand Only God can save us, when Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past That passed on, they in Heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin' Remember this face, save me a place in Thugz Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, 'cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothing but peace, love, and street passion Every ghetto needs a thug mansion [Verse 3: Nas] A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets No reason for nobody's momma to cry See, I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe 'Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin' I'm just twenty-some-odd years I done lost my mother and I cried tears of joy I know she smiles on her boy I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur 'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more 'Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin' heavenly champagne Where angels soar with golden wings in Thugz Mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, 'cause it's all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothing but peace, love, and street passion Every ghetto needs a thug mansionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shootouts[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1] Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at It's slow, looking for Rambo The cop who got grazed back in the days Chasing niggas through my project maze That cop - he got a death wish He run behind niggas until you breathless Everyday he making ten arrests, shit! My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun) Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater I heard she brag about the way he eat her A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba She due, be looking weaker, now her teeth are foul Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy in a mouth that's starving Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron I heard she let Jake investigate from her window 'Cause she's a nympho, sucking dick and coughing up info So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up I know he vest up, we blazing from the neck up (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Gi-Glock burst They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors They eyeing us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five) Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now Two in the dome, he's laid down Aiyo, the bitch is saved now She's living in a snitch grave now [Chorus] Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold See, It Was Written but was never told Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot [Verse 2] Still on the streets with my peeps so deep We threw a block party for my man going up creek To do his two to four Niggas show love, from all around the board Peace Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn We can watch the tape, play back and just zone Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost Guzzled his drink, and staggered off He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill Couldn't take losing his cash, and I could feel Something in the air, yeah Frank returned with Pierre A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year I usually be holding - 'specially this type of weekend And everyone except for me had started reaching They had gats in each others faces With kids and grandmothers around Frank's only concern was his papers My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off Police blitz quick, waiting for that to set off Running the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots Starting shit in my hood, I can't have it Yo High, get the 40-Cali stainless, Jake is still out Let's make it real and still make them niggas famous Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave Hearing Jake retaliating, and Wiz was up the alley waiting We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died Internal bleeding inside, and ain't been back since '95 [Chorus] Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face to face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold See, It Was Written but was never told Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold Niggas roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit Trying to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shootEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 2nd Childhood[Intro] Yeah, hahaha "When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." [Verse 1] Yo, explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumpin' out Chryslers, e-z wider paper Pops puffin' his cess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychos, killers Saw Divine, Goon, and Chongo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin' Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin' Livin carefree laughin', got jokes on the daily Y'all actin' like some old folks y'all don't hear me Yo, I'm in my second childhood [Chorus: scratches by DJ Premier] "When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga" "When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours..." [Verse 2] Yo, dude is 31, livin' in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slingin', got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin' Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin' L's In the same spot he stood since eighty-five, well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin' on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night With young dudes it's them he wanna be like It's sad but it's fun to him, right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood [Chorus: scratches by DJ Premier] "When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga" "When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours..." [Verse 3] Baby girl she's always talkin', name droppin', hangin' late Drinkin', smokin', hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin' E poppin' Ecstasy takin', won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changin', stuck with limitations Lustin' men, many hotels, Fendi, Chanel With nothin' in her bank account frontin' she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin', mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin', she the same person Never matures, all her friends married doin' well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin' like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right for life Guess she's in her second childhood [Chorus: scratches by DJ Premier] "When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga" "When I flow for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours..." [Outro] "Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas, Nas.."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Doo Rags[Produced by Precision] [Verse 1] Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants, yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade Homicidal feds on the blocks where I played b-ball That's when I wondered was I here for the cause or because 'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto Was told to stay strong and I could beat the devil 'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats Watchin' niggas swing razors in the front row Then out in the streets, the car show, 560's, chemical Afros Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee and Casanova Live chicks be asses bustin' out of they clothes Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers peelin' they earlobes So where them years go? Where the Old Gold beers and cheers go? But now them shorties here though, so [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? [Verse 2] Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers In army boots, yellin', "Join the armed forces!" We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes There's still a lot of nigga crawlin' in the corporate offices War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us They won't be servin' the beast too long The murderers wearin' police uniforms, Confederate flags I burn Beat Street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose And Peachtree, Atlanta crackheads was tootin' they nose In frozen corners of Chicago Loaded-up llamas, children with fo'-fo's and double-revolvers We devil incarnates headed for jail Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed Your paper money was the death of Christ And all these shorties comin' up just resurrect your life It's like a cycle, yo [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? [Verse 3] Niggas used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin' till awareness started penetratin' The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor Just to prove we some creative niggas Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work And you get nothin' without struggle and hard work War is necessary to my niggas in chains From Green to Sing-Sing I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves Take one step toward him, He takes two toward you Even when all else fail, God support you I done it, got "God's Son" on my stomach My heart and my lungs was affected From Henny's and gettin' blunted Do your body right and it loves you back You only get one life, and yo, because of that I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause Still rockin' stockin' caps, not for the waves, obeyin' no laws And it's like that [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Summer on Smash[Produced by Swizz Beatz] [Intro: Miguel & Nas] Bad bitches, champagne wishes Freaks only, baby -- let me take pictures Life is good, life is good, life is good Life is good, life is good Life is good, li-life is good Swizzy! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel] CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash) Top all gone, got the on summer on smash Tank top on (on) summer on smash My neck got a whole lot of glass Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!) Look at baby girl showing that ass Should let the world know that summer on smash Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Life is good, life is good Everybody get the summer on smash Life is good, li-Life is good We got the summer on smash (smash) Summer on smash (smash) Y'all know who got the summer on smash Life is good! (we do!) [Verse 1: Nas] Got the summer on smash, eighteen karats Lil' overweight, hit the gym Let's go get the abs in Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain't even fastened I'm trying to get every number from every woman passing me by She's fly; Black, Asian, Boricua Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you opening? Just rolled four with them, 'bout to smoke again Rose-gold Rollie, riding the top down How does Pucci bathing suits on a yacht, sound? Send a massive Email to the females Tell 'em where to meet us, give 'em the details [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel] CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash) Top all gone, got the on summer on smash Tank top on (on) summer on smash My neck got a whole lot of glass Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!) Look at baby girl showing that ass Should let the world know that summer on smash Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Life is good, life is good Everybody get the summer on smash Life is good, li-Life is good We got the summer on smash (smash) Summer on smash (smash) Y'all know who got the summer on smash Life is good! (we do!) [Verse 2: Nas] We got the jam here, check it It's the summertime, women damn near naked It's single season, they choosing who to mess with I just smashed another belt for the record, respect it Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps My people in the streets, I make it feel like it’s the beach My goons close by, I'm daring one of y'all to reach I’m protected like the President, ain't gotta give a speech Got a compass on the wrist, Illmatic on the feets And they ain't even out yet, she like CÎROC peach Chain-smoke cigars, count a whole lot of cash And y’all already know who got the summer on smash [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel] CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash) Top all gone, got the on summer on smash Tank top on (on) summer on smash My neck got a whole lot of glass Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!) Look at baby girl showing that ass Should let the world know that summer on smash Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Life is good, life is good Everybody get the summer on smash Life is good, li-Life is good We got the summer on smash (smash) Summer on smash (smash) Y'all know who got the summer on smash Life is good! (we do!) [Verse 3: Miguel] I gotta do something kinda unexpected, huh? Bad bitches, champagne wishes Freaks only baby, let me take pictures Skin, sin, wait, do you know whose pool you're in? Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill Your body is a weapon that you can’t conceal Real make money when the freaks call Summer on Mars, it’s totally Total Recall Like, pura vida, she wanna flyyyy Caliente, mami vente, vente comigo, ayooooooooooooo [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Miguel] CÎROC on splash (splash), summer on smash (smash) Top all gone, got the on summer on smash Tank top on (on) summer on smash My neck got a whole lot of glass Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Y’all know who got the summer on smash (WE DO!) Look at baby girl showing that ass Should let the world know that summer on smash Got the summer on smash, summer on smash Life is good, life is good Everybody get the summer on smash Life is good, li-Life is good We got the summer on smash (smash) Summer on smash (smash) Y'all know who got the summer on smash Life is good! (we do!) [Outro: Miguel] Life is good, life is good Life is good, li-life is good!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spicy[Intro: Nas] Pricy Hit-Boy [Verse 1: Nas] Boss shit, your Lordship Niggas talkin' yachts since I'm on shit I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (Corporate) Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad) Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda They watch me like the chip', courtside at The Rucker Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer If I can't get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upward G's stay icy 'cause shit get spicy She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece Patek, niggas not lit, not like me Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090 [Chorus: Nas & Fivio Foreign] ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy Cost money, beat the charge money Fast money, push to start money Large money, Escobar money (Uh) [Verse 2: Fivio Foreign] Little advice (Little advice), always add spice (Uh) Always get the liquor with the ice (Not me) I don't give a fuck if that's his wife (Nah) I could bag any bitch in these all-white Nikes (Uh) That ain't right (Nah), if she tell me, "No", I'm gettin' tight Look, every time you saw me I was nice (Ayy) Every time I saw you, you was light (You was) Uh, every bitch you with look like a dyke (Lil' bitch) Uh, I mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nah She might never be my type, look That bitch is trash (Bitch is trash), I only fuck her for the hype (Uh) I only fuck her for the hype, look (Uh) [Chorus: Nas] ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy Cost money, beat the charge money Fast money, push to start money Large money, Escobar money [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] Niggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shits Might make a grill with Tiffany's on my gentleman shit My drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit Bumpin' Pop out the whip while we sippin' and shit (Movie) Model bitches that's precise, fuck attendants off the flights Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the hype Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the Nikes I'm the one talkin' spice, twelve-year-old killers With the guns and the knives, better run for your life Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice My Harlem bitch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes [Chorus: Nas] ¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricy Cost money, beat the charge money (Uh) Fast money, push to start money (Uh) Large money, Escobar money (Lil' bitch) [Outro: A$AP Ferg & Nas] Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy) Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom) A$AP Ferg (Yeah!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy King’s Disease[Intro] Yeah Hello, ladies and gentlemen Hit-Boy [Verse] I made the fade famous, the chain famous QB on my chest match the stainless Amazing Grace, I'm gracefully aging Without masonry, I made more paper to play with No rap in my playlist, sold dimes on my day shift (King) So, can I breathe? Can I walk? Can I speak? Can I talk? Can I floss without you wanting me outlined in chalk? Family gossiping, pocket watching him Jealousy keeps blossoming, ain't let it box me in (King) 'Cause you are not a king if you can't come out a thing That you got yourself in, claiming nobody helping The stupidest part of Africa produced Blacks that started algebra Proof, facts, imagine if you knew that as a child, bruh Nostalgia, how I remembеr things Remember crowns, remember, kings They want your reign to cease (King) You a king, you will be next to me, doing your own king shit, most definitely We're so "Say less when I speak", y'all estrogen speak Respected by kings only, address me as chief Invested in things only a vet would Only lames front on kings, that's expected from creeps You mad at my niggas and any woman with interest in me You could've made it (You was good), look at all the time wasted Now you gotta retract statements, shoulda stuck to the basics All you had to do was tell the truth, like, fuck all the fake shit You should want every brother to make it out But brothers want trophies, they troll for clout Rap is weird, weird flex, but okay You ain't as ill as you think, you just okay You got pressed in the hood, fix your jibs up, I'm on top Stop fighting it, yo, stop with the over-righteousness It's so lame, this media circus greedy and worthless My life got 'em tight, why they wanna see me hurt up? (Why me?) Real kings everywhere, stand up It come with the game (King’s Disease)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Set Up[Produced by Havoc] [Intro: Nas (Havoc)] Uhh.. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Q.B. since 1933 (No doubt) To nine-six (Nine-six, motherfucker) Check the shit [Havoc] Nine-six, Escobar 600 [Verse 1: Nas (Havoc)] Check the shit My mind's set, son got wet, I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it I feel it, he shoulda been dealt with it Them niggas sour, they put to much flour in they coke And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE While we was gleamin', niggas was schemin' Seen the ill Bimmers beamin' Triple-beam and doublin' cream had 'em fiendin' To get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa "Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster Meet me in the 'Bridge, I'm bout to go loca" Left my rat beggin' me to stay and stroke her He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious With two MACs inside the Volvo What up, God? I'm still sober I need some Henn' to bend me over My nigga Hav' gotta soldier It's gettin' down, it's goin' down, kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holdin' back tears Told these broads to put it in gear With two females that don't smile, diggin' they style, yo What up, son? These niggas done started somethin' wild You know the clique well, Rhamel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name, holdin' the steel I paid attention to the females Maintained bitches when it get real Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal He said both hoes'll peel Spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel Point 'em out, smoke a Phil' then chill I laid back, Escobar status Knowin' The Firm got it cornered, we on it Shit we was born with [Chorus: Havoc] Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die In this, business of trifeness I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit' Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die In this, business of trifeness We finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit' Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up [Verse 2: Nas] Hold it right there, pull over That nigga right there inside the Rover I knew he'd be right here, I told you Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders He's stuntin', after he left my man like that Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back He never seen us, Sos' gave the MAC to Venus And Vicious, lookin' delicious, handle yo' business And step to him, shake your ass, try to screw him Do what ya gotta do to get to him A tight Parasuco with young faces Can turn niggas Buttafuoco of all ages They was amused by the way they walked, way they talked Only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York If they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?" He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him "Don't grab, boo" (What up, boo? What up? What up? What up?) They started chattin', was only 'bout a minute, flat when They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin' We followed him pollyin', he thought the hoes were Somalian Probably when they hit the Holiday Inn I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and 'em We laid low about a hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'? Sosa said "Say no more", we started rollin' Before we got in, they must have shot him Security wildin', there the girls go, hurry up, we out in The 940, me, Sosa and two shorties The punk niggas got murdered in the orgy [Chorus: Havoc] Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo, it's do or die In this, business of trifeness I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit' Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up [Outro: Woman] Q.B.C., Queensbridge, motherfucker Ropin' niggas up 'Cause our clique is thick Another day, another dollar More money, more murder Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the houseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Suspect[Produced by L.E.S.] [45 seconds of talking/skit] [Verse 1] It was a murder Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin' Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck!" Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tape's red I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked" I puffed the lila, just before I hit the scene for real-er I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His moms had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder That the street's designed to stop ya life clock, the beast'll time ya Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fail First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail Burstin', blastin' at you, forty cal' shells split your dry cell My niggas never snitch, why tell? We roll wit' no regrets, destinies, fifties and equities Queens'll be the death of me [Chorus] To the suspect witness: Don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) [Verse 2] Dear God, I want the riches Money hungry bitches infested Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness My crew dresses in vests-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless Slaughter, Nautica down, frames look petite Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely My pants hang while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of Early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker's psychiatric, it's massive A Million Man March, alert the masses Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses Don assassins, Armageddon The weddin' of a freak and a beat Seven heads, got the righteous threatened Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' Comprehend the grammar, math we own Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic The mic I strike in vain, givin' the pain of what a MAC is What you wit'? Lucci or drama? No sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya [Chorus] Suspect witness, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect niggas, don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized Mega live like the third world Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer Spittin' gem stars words in my mic type receiver Bond is my life, so I live by my word Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin' Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin' [Outro] (Blaow!! Queensbridge, boy, once again, boy Recognize, boy, recognize, stupid motherfuckers!) Yeah, yeah, street educated, created Fly gangsta, Firm style AZ, what up, what up? Jungle, Benny Blanco from the Bridge 'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down L.E.S. on a murder quest Yeah, yeah, y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Season[Produced By: J Dilla] [Verse 1] United States in fear London knows I'm a phantom, South Korea knows I'm here Posted, planted without exception Rise to your feet for this rarity Nas and Dilla beat, the fly soliloquy Some real nigga talkin' This don't happen too often, take precaution Liars and frauds got you exhausted You've been accosted Who told you I'd lost it? I just put it down for a second, damn Can the king lounge for a second, kick his hooves up? Grow stubble on the face for once without a smooth cut? Grow a little gut, can't even enjoy the fruit of my labor Before they call me Luke and hand me my lightsaber The ruler's back, you can tell by the trumpets Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost 200 Get out your chair, the season of Nasir [Hook] (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) This is the season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) [Verse 2] Jay Elec doesn't write it HOV couldn't write it, he vacationin' Jungle the only brother I take shit from Hassan give me lines, we talk all the time So I guess if he inspired my song it ain't mine Let me make this clear, they fear the gifted Some say Shakespeare never existed Wow, now, look at the amount of resistance Attempts to chisel my face, from the mountain you guessed it Bitch you guessed it There, did I answer your questions? So, now that's out the way let's get back to my message Now I'm 40 and a little change Ride around, sport a new Benz, a little Range Havin' fun, my little man gettin' big He and my daughter down, when we talk it's real Nothin' is watered down, young boy swag I'm here today as well as the 90's But the past, like my ass, is behind me Ignite the pyrex Try to bite this, get Nasty Nas-itis Arthritis when you try to write this Asking why is the Feds at my niggas? Why the Feds at my niggas? I know by now I should be talkin' bread, crack, and figures But not stressin', knot stressin' I'm survivin', I'm survivin' It's funny when I catch cops textin' and drivin' Who questions and penalizes them? One day we'll have their ass in court and we'll be tryin' them Hey yo, it's love for Detroit, Mo-Town, Motor City Dilla lives on, it's like he wrote it with me The soulful sample complements my rhyme so well Slacks by Zegna, or YSL Matchin' the Saint Laurents, I'm fly as hell Hands in the air, the season of Nasir [Hook] (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) This is the season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) The season (Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da) [Outro] Yeah, it's that time, yeah, Dilla rest in peace, what up Detroit? Fly ladies, dope dealers and killers Worldwide, NY Yeah, yeah, the season Yeah, this is the season...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stillmatic (The Intro)[Intro] Uhh, y'know I still run with that, that blood of a slave, boilin' in my veins It's just hot - until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a King - turn my voice up [Verse] Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic I crawled up out of that grave, wipin' the dirt, cleanin' my shirt They thought I'd make another Illmatic But it's always forward I'm movin' Never backwards stupid here's another classic C-notes is fallin' from the sky, by now the credits roll They're starrin' Nas, executive poet, produced directed by The Kid slash Escobar; narration describes The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to survive The feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin' the TV down While Mary Jane Girls, 45's playin', soft in the background Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns Stepped over dope fiends, walkin' out the door, all of us poor I learned the difference 'tween the snitches The real ones, and who's soft, and the murderous, hungriest crews People jumpin' from roofs Shotguns pumpin', made it through my youth Walkin' very thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth I know the streets thirst water like Moses Walkin' through the hot desert searchin' to be free This is my ending and my new beginning - nostalgia Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in The Matrix I seen it all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute Spit a sentence then the game'll get rid of y'all Y'all got there but y'all ain't get it all, I want my style back Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap–repo man To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real Professional stick-up kids dreamin' for mils Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crips to Pirus, this is survival [Outro] Blood of a slave, heart of a King Blood of a slave, heart of a King Uhh, uhh, blood of a slave, heart of a King Uhh, yeah Huh, Braveheart, uhh..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Cross[Intro] Braveheart... [Chorus] I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross [Verse 1] Y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggas Against Society Noisy I aim, not silently, noose all surroundin' me I hang 'em, I string 'em up, ain't no thing, I just drop 'em To which doctor you copped And you locked and it ain't what it was I changed it up from that pop shit, it's hard to see R&B Rappers arguably, started fuckin' up the game horribly 'Cause I parted the sea, then these novices targeted me Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin' to me What I've discovered is my brother's tryin' to be The next me, yeah I support him, but he's blinded I see Jealousy, he love me to death and I'm buggin' I love him for life, we both still mournin' on our mother's life And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck A six, a truck, some guns to bust I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass With the Nasty Nas diary, get out my path [Chorus] I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary would've an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross [Verse 2] I can't keep a bitch 'cause none of them come before little Des I can't be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex I can't rest until my niggas in houses with pretty mazes Water and flowers in 'em While my niggas walk around in they trousers grinnin' Gotta keep a lot of heat; .30 cals, 10 millimeters .40 cals plus the Heckler to set y'all straight You too light? I shoot your freckles out You too dark? The infrared show you what the TEC about Huh? I'm stressin' out, need more offices for bosses Secretaries and meetings with big sharks who mad greedy We can sell mo' boats on the coast Give coats to the po', and give hope to the broke, then live low But that ain't reality; I look happy, but under the sky You see a nigga who know, out of three women two out of three Will love you but lead you to they own hidden evil Bitch! You the reason niggas be beefin', ho get on 'Posed to be Earth, ain't worth the pussy that you sit on From here on it's a new day Million dollars ain't what it was yesterday Many problems, many niggas, most involved but they fake Hope y'all relate [Chorus] I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross, I carry the crossEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just a Moment[Produced by L.E.S] [Verse 1: Quan] Can we please have a moment of silence That's for my niggas doing years in confinement And for my soldiers that passed over, no longer living That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em Can we please pour out some liquor Symobolizing let's take in time to consider that Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here And we gon' rep til slugs kill us here This for my dogs, stuck in the struggle trying to gain Smoking trauma, sniffing Ra while selling cocaine Trapped in the game, not knowing how to stop and get by To live it alive, so instead they live it to die Can we please have a moment of peace For every G that fell for his flag in the streets Blooding and thugging, folking and loking Criping and creeping, Latin and Kinging Or just for poor righteous teaching [Hook x2: Quan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishing y'all were home [Verse 2: Nas] Yeah and can we have another moment of silence For brothers who died from Black-on-Black violence From here to the Dark Continent where rebels sell diamonds To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dying And can we please pour some more liquors For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy my niggas Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets And I promise through rhyming Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest And can we please have a moment of truth For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots And families back home who pray they make it home safe Hoping that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you Mommy I'm still here, wishing I was there with you Let's take 'em home [Hook x2: Quan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishing y'all were home [Verse 3: Quan] And can we please have a moment to mourn For Pac, Biggie and Pun, 'cause through us they live on Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah and Aaliyah Big L and Left Eye, when we die we hope to see ya Can we please have a moment for children Who got raped or murdered or trapped in the system Who never knew their father, never learned to dream But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends For single mothers that's forced to play mom and dad Busting her ass to give her kids shit she never had For my niggas in the pen hoping rhymes'll get 'em signed So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime For every mother that held a son in the street bleeding Crying a song of sorrow to dark and deep for speaking Just a moment outside the day to day struggle To let the ones we really care about know that we love 'em [Hook: Quan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishing y'all were homeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where’s The Love[Produced by No I.D.] [Verse 1: Nas] At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail? Mind of a shooter, CFO also Ethiopian food flown in, it's unlawful Money is attractive, honey dress strapless Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic Stroll up in the party: titanium black card Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah 'Cept we in the VIP area, that's ours You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star These old heads got stories, the days they was kings I pray secret indictments don't take away their dreams You 16, you could do 20, come home young Catch 20 years when you 40? Homes, you're done What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies A 360 in the streets real grizzly Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was learning Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders This ain't The Truman Show; it's the human show Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the love? [Chorus: Cocaine 80s] Love, I'll trade you love I've traded fire with you long enough Is that all you brung, without love? That's fucked up, but I saved your soul Roll that up [Verse 2: Nas] Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could name Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank 'Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I think It's crazy how many brothers come where I come from Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like "Cops'll look at you like they look at me? That's preposterous" Ain't it gangsta how your man made it? I'm humble One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's Jungle Now we having babies, 'cause growing up it was just us No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to The G is in your genes, already you tuck Inherit your dad's swag, his George Jefferson's strut Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist Corona sipper, pass it, I'ma blow it with you It ain't The Truman show; it's the human show As the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you Young brother go and get your paper, I got love [Chorus: Cocaine 80s] Love, I'll trade you love I've traded fire with you long enough Is that all you brung, without love? That's fucked up, but I saved your soul Roll that up ... Roll that upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fried Chicken[Intro: Nas] Uhh, Lord, Lord, Jah What I'm gon' do? Uhh, schhh, Lord, Lord, Jah Hahaha, shit is all true [Verse 1: Nas] Mmm, fried chicken, fly vixen Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen You a bird but you ain't a ki' Got wings but you can't fly away from me Driving in your bucket seats, all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me Look what you done to me, was number one to me After you shower, you and your gold medal flour Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting Lay you down cause you're red hot Louisiana style you make my head rot Then I flock to the bed then plop, when we done, I need rest Don't know what part of you I love best Your legs or your breast Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest You gon' be a nigga death Mrs. Fried Chicken, you was my addiction Dripping with high cholest- Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his tomato pasta What roti is to a rasta Trapping me, you and your friend mac' and cheese Candy yams, collard greens but you knocking me to my knees It's killing me when I'm inside, nothing I need more than a fish fry [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Shit, it taste good, I can't lie It's like you're walking out the tanning salon When I pull you out the oven from baking, I got you on my mind Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body So amazing how you sparkle when I glaze you swine Hey, my pretty ham hock It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power To massaging me to shower you with lemon water Marinate you with seasoning and dipping you in chowder Baby it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan While enjoying your butter milk treatment I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin Despite the funny fragrance, still I lick my finger frequent In any event, I'm reflecting on all the signs That I got saying that I shouldn't fuck with you But the way you that you would taste made you hard to resist When I put my mouth on you but that's another issue Butterflies up in my stomach, when I laid eyes on you Or was it infection manifesting? Confused over the feeling, impatiently eating you Trichina worm chewing on the wall of my intestine I'm a eat you 'til there's nothing left Until my very last breath, you gon' be a nigga death Despite I prepare it the best And specialize in cooking swine as a chef, you gon' be a nigga death Who cares if the swine's mixed with rat, cat and dog combined? Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Ain't that some shit? I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eating kills me And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just what niggas do, hahahahahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blunt Ashes[Intro] Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley Got blazed before they told stories I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son died So he had him cremated Took his ashes and then made it to a diamond ring Now he watches his son shine everyday I just thought about that While I sit here ashing in this ashtray, yeah [Verse 1] The making of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome But Alex was putting coke in his nose, nigga whylin' Could be a myth, but I swear that the source was close Phyllis Hyman killed herself, it was crazy Mommy was bad they say Donny Hathaway free-fall from a balcony, he swings [Hook] As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame outlast me? The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray Well, I see my whole life fly past me I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me [Verse 2] Sam trusted Womack with his main lady He tossing in the grave like, "This is how you repay me?!" A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much Marvin said "No mountain's high enough," fly stuff David Ruffin was punchin' Tammi Terrell Gave her concussions While the Funk Brothers was laying down the percussion When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried Many people said that she was laughin' inside [Hook] As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame outlast me? The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray Well, I see my whole life fly past me I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me [Verse 3] John F. Kennedy's enemies dealt with treachery It interests me. Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals She's what a temptress be The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery! Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington Someone is sabotaging 'em Watch out for the traps Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman Then he killed himself, that's the end of Zapp And I wouldn't change a thing, mistakes of the greats This is what came from their pain From their hurt we gain, an unfair exchange [Hook] As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame outlast me? The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray Well, I see my whole life fly past me I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me [Outro] I could smell old Bogey cigars Lauren Bacall perfumes, smelling just as sweet Me and my wife K, flying in a drop-top Like Ruby and Ossie Davis, baby – know what I mean? Yo, man, I get smoked out, and start thinking 'bout Hattie McDaniel got a Oscar For playing Mammy in "Gone with the Wind" And she didn't get allowed Wasn't even allowed to go to the premier Believe that? Couldn't go to premier to her joint Man, you know they were strong back then, man Blunt from my ashtray, nothing gon' to live past me, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Will Survive[Intro: Kenny Loggins sample] Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why? [Break] To my dogs.. wherever you are [Verse 1] Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin' changed, still Party and Bullshit We used to fuck R&B Bitches and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out Machine Gun Funk, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts You came to my hood, we was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so 'Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black, you livin' your life, through your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response But, now competition is none, now that you're gone And these niggas is wrong, using your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you Joke with you, happy we on top, the most official Ain't too many real ones out there, I feel some but doubt they're Capable to take it where you took it to I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake 'Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin' Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by You can't kill nothin' that's Ready to Die You was like God to us in the form of Allah [Kenny Loggins sample] Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why? [Chorus] Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive [Verse 2] (Thug Life never die..) Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop And use teeth to bite off beer tops and Pour Out a Lil' Liquor You was more than just the wildest nigga 2Pacalypse, I understand your style, nigga It's goin on the third year, since you've been gone On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin on The industry be talkin', offendin' me often They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin I can relate, shootouts and court dates All Eyez on You, niggas in your face invadin' your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride before I fold up? How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go? You predicted it in every line, all in your flow There could Never Be Peace I have to quote Can't believe I heard my name on "the realest shit you ever wrote" We had words 'cause the best supposed to clash at the top But kept it brotherly, when we seen each other and stopped In NYC, at MTV, people watched We was both deep, after you left, I got no sleep Think about how us real niggas would be If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it? You was caught in a wild homicide, or were you crucified Like the son of God, when Lucifer lied And make the world think, young blacks should be extinct? But Thug Life'll never die, we stay high and just link Will there ever be another MC as nice? Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ? [Kenny Loggins sample] Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why? [Chorus] Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive [Verse 3] I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war? What has Al Green seen, that made him religious? Was it the drugs, put an end to the music business? If so, should I put out the indo right now and write down A plan and pursue my dream, turn my life around 'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream I'll need a extra Uzi ridin' through my own hood in Queens It be the ones you always knew, that want it on Tellin' everybody it was him, that you fronted on Thought we walked a million miles it was just twenty Not used to walkin' in the path of legit money I thought I made it but we only took baby steps Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless" That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess We in the 90's and finally it's lookin' good Hip-Hop took it to billions, I knew we would A lot of ups and downs in the game Could lose or gain a couple pounds tryin' to maintain One day you here, the next you not; when you around niggas, check 'em out Some is 'bout it, most individuals plots And run the spots, some choose to stay to theyselves While others have no cares and stay in jail More than 50% of us endin' up with holes through the chest Through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothin' left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments Thug coaches with subs sittin' on the bench; either that or rap We want the fast way out of this trap Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring you back But life is a dream and y'all taught me that [Kenny Loggins sample] .. always survive.. but why? [Outro] Always survive, always Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive (no matter what) Still, we, will survive (no matter what) Still, we, will survive No matter what, my niggas just stay aliveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Flyest[Intro: Nas & AZ] Yeah Peace king Peace king Listen, if they wrote a book on your life Right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin' doubt! Let's make history homie Aight then You know we brought the hoes, clothes and money rolls to the table {*laughing*} No, fuckin', doubt It's time to manifest this Tuu, we the flyest nigga Bring it to a whole, y'know? Gangsta nigga [Chorus: Shelene Thomas] Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome We the flyest gangsters [Verse 1: AZ] Follow; I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the playa haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play with me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy Dough forever, the live stay low forever And fuck niggas, 'cause it's hard to keep them close together One dependent, no wife, one co-defendant No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance [Chorus: Shelene Thomas (Nas)] Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes (hoes) Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome (ha) We the flyest gangsters [Verse 2: Nas] I do what I can do when I can do it Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin' Live how I live it's only 'cause I been through it Learn to try it like to eat it and shit, it's nuttin' to it Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin' outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork 'Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands To wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home Once you let them in they stayin', evil be gone, say it I'm proud of Mase for givin' himself to the Lord Wonderin' does Faith, think about Big anymore Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is changin' We ain't these little niggas no more, runnin' dangerous I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover Be havin' they legs shakin', stab 'em, break 'em I'm Hercules Hercules when havin' relations, the flyest [Chorus: Shelene Thomas (Nas)] Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow (uhh) Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes (hoes) Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome (ha) We the flyest gangsters [Verse 3: Nas, AZ & Both​​​] We put this on the, soul of our born, as we hold the Qur'an Kamikaze style Older cats coaching us on Yo, it's kill or be killed Understand, real'll be real A forty-shot spectrum make your whole embassy kneel Identity sealed, protected by our energy shield And fuck a drop, 'cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed Close the book Was taught never expose a crook Between the knight and the bishop One'll knock ya rook I'm a rare breed, never had a fear to lead I ain't like niggas with sight, too impaired to read We both hard hit just like Camacho and Vargas, who's a target? Now watch how we close the market, motherfuckers [Chorus: Shelene Thomas] Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome We the flyest gangsters Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Countin' out stacks and mackin' out hoes Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome We the flyest gangstersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Cure[Verse 1] Too many changes, you changed from your greatness Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless The markets see you as a old-ass artist The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest Stay on your path, stay on your craft They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing 'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen What these kings have in common? They had women who solid Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready They envy the unhappiness of the greats They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold Cold game, don't get exposed, stories get told You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit The cure, love of the allure Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord [Interlude] Roll the credits [Verse 2] Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven summers Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment Pac saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach Kings honor kings, straight from my pop to my son shit Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist I'm studied like a book by many They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga On my Rick James behavior Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest Decisions was sharper, my predictions was on it No fortune teller, just going off regular signs Niggas often tell ya they moves Without a word, just reading they mind Wasn't needin' no nine Corner executive born in ghetto hell Where metal yell especially over necklaces Life lessons is karma Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back Play the Clue tapes for old verses Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas'll rise 'em up Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness? I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah) Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit [Outro] Yeah Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge shit Shooter live on Kings live forever Yeah We go through a lot And nobody wanna hear about what we go through And that's cool too Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays Same sun, moon, and stars It's just how you stand like a manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Smokin’[Intro] Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (To the Gods) To the Gods, to the Earths Pass that shit homie [Chorus] Now tell me what y'all smokin' What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon [Verse 1] Zoom, from outer space he comes Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized What is his race, nation, or creed? Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on peasants But in reality, I just entered your galaxy September '73, up in these wild streets Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn) And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothes [Chorus] Now tell me what y'all smokin' What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon [Verse 2] My nigga smoke with one lung If he cough he might die, passin' me trees The liquor bottle's almost empty We about to collide, with the enemy Only way you die if it's meant to be You fuckin' with a general No discussion is the principle we bust and it's the end of you Now we knockin' on your mama door Like we came to fix the sink; my kind of war Death, angels coming for you Spirit horse runnin' from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2 Paramedics fightin' for you, who's gon' win? The hands of time, or the hands of medicine Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake Walk by your casket, spit in your face Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas [Chorus] Now tell me what y'all smokin' What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon [Verse 3] Pardon but I gotta question of life now Look at the nigga next to you right now Is he real, fake or scared? Do it like this niggas right hands in the air Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start "I shall - stay real, stay true, stay holdin' figures Never put a bitch over my niggas I shall never, cooperate with the law Never snake me I always hold you down in war If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs I never break the oath to the death I swear" I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance Of underworlds killers and thugs, though the science Of a nigga still yet to be found So light up some green, and pass it around, pass it around [Chorus] Now tell me what y'all smokin' What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon [Outro] Wanna get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up [During outro] Damn, nigga, take this weed, I'm 'bout to go over to my bitch house, get my fuck on, nigga! Y'all niggas stay up! [During fade] Come here, bitch, come smoke with a nigga...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where Are They Now[Produced by Salaam Remi & Nas] ("HIT MEH!!") [Verse 1] Redhead Kingpin, Tim Dog, have you seen 'em? Kwame, King Tee or King Sun Super Lover Cee, Casanova Rud Antoinette, Rob Base never showin up You see Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy Bee? Ask Ill and Al Skratch, "Where My Homiez?: Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic Like these folks never existed They the reason that rap became addictive Play they CD or wax and get lifted I recommend when your kid turn ten Let him hear Spice 1, made plenty noise Positive K, Father MC, the Skinny Boys Where are they now? [James Brown sample] [Verse 2] See I remember them forever The original Spinderella Lakim Shabazz, 9 MM Fu-Schnickens, Buckshot, Finesse & Synquis Who was a "Rappin' Duke?" Da-ha! Silk Tymes Leather was cute Body & Soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group Oaktown 357, J.J. Fad too Had pop hits and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc? Kris Kross, the BO$$, Divine Styler Def Jef of course let's break it down ta Mic Geronimo, Pharcyde and Coolio I heard Craig Mack back in the studio Have you seen these lost MCs? Funky Four Plus One, Force M.D.'s Miss Melody, I hope she packin' a bankroll As well as Educated Rapper, Ice and Kangol Shanté, she from around my way yo EPMD, K-Solo, where are they now? [Outro] QB First off this ain't no diss record This for some of my homies that were misrepresented Legends of the game, y'know? What up to Moe Dee the legend? Rest in peace Cowboy! Yeah, all the rappers...male, female, DJ's, e'rybody! Rest in peace Jam-Master Jay, the whole crew, word up Juice Crew All-Stars, MC Shan, Tragedy, Craig G Yeah nigga, yeah nigga Shan whaddup baby? Where are they now?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Idea’s Original (Edit)[Intro] Uhh, uhh Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh [Chorus] No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun It's never what you do, but how it's done What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper That means you inferior, not major No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun It's never what you do, but how it's done What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper That means you inferior, not major [Verse] If niggas could look inside my mind, you'll find Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell graveyard Where weed's responsible for memory loss Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous See what I seen every day I live with this torture Lightin' spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl Everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane No Half Steppin' with flat tops when Rakim reigned Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin' Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference On a different coast, but we share the same sunlight Your part of the world might be like colors and gangs While on my side, brothers'll murder for different things But it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis Them treacherous rastas in the Mexican mafias Be scrappin' with tats on they back, violent wars Nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever caught Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul Watchin' for paint chips, don't want no lead in yo' child But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out The chain be like a hundred K Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made Runaway; that's been a minute Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind Even with sleep I'm duckin' nines in my dreams Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things Like, somebody's always watchin' My life before I, walk out the door I size up every option Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled Headline readin' "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin'"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy K-I-SS-I-N-G[Chorus] Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G [Verse 1] She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this Showed me how exciting life is I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks The sheistiest, put you on they heist list How we met it must have been fate First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid She said she want to have a family raise kids someday Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day I can get with that I drop you off home I call you hit me back I wanna dig that and did I? I did that Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats You precious, more precious than lost treasure Matter of fact I'm kinda hoping we can stay together [Chorus] Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G [Verse 2] I see you dressed up in white face covered in veil Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwing rice And it's the day that your father give you away To a real man that gently put the ring on your hand Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to Now, look me in my eyes and say I do Driving off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates We can spend our honeymoon in the States You can throw your friend the bouquet Something in the back of my head say For us two, maybe cause I love you Hug you, squeeze you, touch you, tease you As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you Won't stop 'til I tell you me to, beautiful Deeper and harder love laying new with you Running my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by While I'm with you and I won't even care, word [Chorus] Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G [Verse 3] She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas Thug ones to those soft as baby shit She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips 'Til one day she decided to flip It was nutting I can do about it, like she the boss and shit Started talking this divorcing shit I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look With a fine-ass body and a damn good cook For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too You my queen, God bless you [Chorus] Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy N.I.G.G.E.R. (The Slave & The Master)[Chorus] They say we N-I-double-G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you looking for? You the question and the answer [Verse 1] We trust no black leaders, use the stove to heat us Powdered eggs and government cheeses The calendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten Summers, cooling off by the fire hydrant Yeah I'm from the ghetto Where old black women talk about their sugar level It's not unusual To see photos of dead homies funerals Aluminum foil on TV antennas Little TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners Girls dye their hair with Kool-Aid They gave us lemons, we made lemonade But this nigga's paid, ancestry of slaves Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bling Put rims on everything, wear Timbs on every scene [Chorus] They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you looking for? You the question and the answer [Verse 2] Do I mean it like a slave master, nigga? No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases That should mean the court could see my changes Take off the bracelets Savage when broke, smoke sour diesel, need no Bowflex My chest still cut up like a bag of dope Thought patterns consist of boss matters Spit Moses' lost commandments like a gross sandwich out my mouth Toast to government cameras peeping us, every week I must Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs But this is what I was dreaming of Between cutting hard coke with new razors slicing my fingers up They used to string us up, we wanted everything But the one bringing us cake be the snakes like the Like the New Jack City wedding scene No time for mistakes, trying to get it like Medellin [Chorus] They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you looking for? You the question and the answer [Verse 3] My nig', what up my nig'? Yep! People afraid of criticism But I always put myself in a sacrificial position They been know I ain't just rapping for fame I got my old homie's half-sister father asking for chains Yep, I give the cash up, this paper don't matter They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more So now my enemies are at my front door 'Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence They calling it reverse racism Still to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung' I'll always have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me You'll always know where to find me They say the close ones will hurt you So let's keep a small circle On the road to riches and diamond rings In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king [Chorus] They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you looking for? You the question and the answerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Dreams (Remix)[Intro: Nas] Yo, this remix goes out to everybody out there That call theyself "keepin' it real" From yours truly, Escobar and Big R From New York to Chi-Town Check it out now Commissioner Steve Stoute Trackmasters, QB, check it, yo [Verse 1: Nas] Low profile, rap style slick as Nu Nile Give the crew pounds every time we cover new ground Still survivin', but there's a few down back in the essence I'm askin' questions on the phone with jail adolescents Quiet confession, the system's applyin' the pressure My mind is guessin', is livin' and dyin' a lesson? But not to be obliged with the mirage of cars Take me off track from what the Gods focus on hard Laid up, smokin' cigars, motionin' maids To bring me toast and eggs kosher Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness Devoted Coach bag bitch Broke, the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich But what's the purpose? Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist I'm physically trapped down on the surface With all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents Foul jakes that search us Clowns with four pounds, this ain't a circus [Chorus: R. Kelly] Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta [Verse 2: Nas] Word up Black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs Late night under the Moon as they assume I'm slangin' drugs 'Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough Pushed my luck, yo, they had a brother put in cuffs Luckily, made it out of court comfortably Judge said I need a job, ain't nothin' comin' free Could've got a one-to-three I try to school these shorties under me But they can't see, from life to death So now we back to where we never left The ghetto – it's a damn shame, knowin' it's a man's game Shorty thinks it's time to make your plans change All that runnin' round, tryin' to chase what's already here Been there, it's goin' nowhere Pops told me knuckle up, no fear I wish some of these killings they could be prevented Whatever happens, it was written, meaning God meant it But during life, you put your heart in it Even though it seems we bein' targeted Let that brother R hit it [Chorus: R. Kelly] Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta [Bridge: R. Kelly] Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Street dreamer, yeah Street dreamer, dream on Dream on [Verse 3: Nas & (R. Kelly)] Sort of wild; since a child, hope was all we had Dreamt of plushed-out pads Complainin', the mental strainin' How many in my crew was into gainin'? Subtract the weak links up out the chain and Rise and start reignin' Blasphemy, usin' Nas' name in vain Some claim supreme being, yet they lied in his name I tried to learn the game and only thing I found incredible Everything I tried to learn, see, I already knew (That's right) And it's embedded in my heart now So I could sit back, count a stack, and play my part now I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, He wore disguise Put a gun to me, hungry, he went on to chastise That's Nas, ain't it? Made it rich from entertainment Fresh Wally's painted, as he told the kid he came with My first thought was: "How the game flip?" Yo, perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on 'gac Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act I did a while back Or even beyond that He got me layin' face flat, sayin' my grace, Black Woke up in a cold sweat, yo, I hate that Nightmares feelin' real, word to Will My A-Alike I lost in the battlefield That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal Grab your shield and meet your maker The Queens niggas die for paper Deed the things, the street dreams will take ya [Chorus: R. Kelly] Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangstaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rule[Intro: Nas] Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo Life, they wonder, can they take me under? Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo [Verse 1: Nas] I come from the housing tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, every day is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign Like, the darker you are the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slipping On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Caesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages No war, we should take time and think The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fighting Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then Must it go on? we must stop the killing Tell me why we die, we all God's children [Chorus: Nas and Amerie] All this hate can't last forever (uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world) Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world [Verse 2: Nas] Yo, there's brothers on the block, posted up like they own it That's they corner, from New York to California Got blocks locked down Like, "dog you safe whenever you with me, see this is my town" So the youngsters, grows in ghettos, goes to prison At an early age, already know it's against him So in order for him to survive, one day he must open up his eyes To the set backs and rise Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity Look at what this country's got There shouldn't be nobody homeless How can the president fix other problems when he ain't fixed home yet The earth wasn't made for one man to rule alone To all colors and creeds, is to whom it belongs I want land, mansions, banks and gold The diamonds in Africa, oil in my control The world's natural resources, all its residuals But then comes foes, I have to guard it with missiles And I become the most wanted But is it worth hearing a million people problems and followed by Secret Service? I guess, attempts at my life with loaded barrels So move over Colin Powell or just throw in the towel, yo [Chorus: Nas and Amerie] All this hate can't last forever (uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world) Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world [Verse 3: Nas] Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a highlight now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real The plan is to wake up cause time reveals All this hate can't forever last All my ghetto heroes in Heaven, it's like you right here and never passed You just transcend, I know I'm gon' see you again Hoping I reach the world leaders and win Ain't nothing without struggle, listen up, it's critical We used to fear arms, now the weapons are chemical In Hip-Hop, the weapons are lyrical To be the best you challenge the best, then the blessings are spiritual Top of the world for the kid, none less Poppin' any rapper's head off his shoulders no contest I know the Most High hear me, so fly you can't near me You scared of a mirror, my theory is that - knowledge is power To every projects and every street corner, we gotta get ours now [Chorus: Nas and Amerie] All this hate can't last forever (uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world) Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world [Outro: Skit] Yo, niggas ain't forget shit, know what I'm saying? Niggas ain't forget nothing Men, women and children killed by the police and shit Niggas ain't gon' forget that man, you know what I mean? Yo, what this war just show me is like Whatever you want out of life Whatever you feel is rightfully yours, go out and take it Even if that means blood and death You know, that's what I was raised up on That's what this country's about This is, this is what my country is, and my country's a motherfuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Body Ya Self (MC Burial)[Intro] Hope y'all make it through the storm You know what, though? I love the rain, man Love the rain A lot of you cats is runnin' your mouths (heheheh) You're runnin' your mouths crazy Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know? Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man We don't want that, at least you don't Be easy, man Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world But y'all niggas better take it slow Don't body ya self Don't body ya self Yeah, don't body ya self, nigga Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Everybody get low, niggas Dedicated to the "Fuck Nas" coalition Touch my dough, I'm lettin' .40 cals blow, nigga Not cows with four legs But cals with more lead That add up more dead It's on nigga, I'ma bury 'em Niggas don't want beef, they vegetarian Scared of pussy, you climbed out a caesarean (woo!) I push ya grown ass back in your mother's womb You need 9 more months Your crew's 9 more punks You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up If I sign y'all, I'm on dust Yeah we from the same hood, but nigga, what? When y'all was tryna rap, y'all was makin' me proud, man Now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin' your mouth, man? Why don't you be a real man? Say you need a lil' help And I might help your ass off the shelf But no, you're bein' disrespectful Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you Stand down, the king is home Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones [Break] Wow Don't body ya self, crazy Take it slow, man Slow down, woah (yeah) Take it slow, motherfucker, don't body ya self Lis—listen (Take it slow, man) Just listen, hahaha Don't body ya self Listen Slow down, homie Slow down Y'all gotta take it slow [Verse 2] I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and The Fockers With Martin Scorsese after Gangs of New York had rocked us Back together with the master plan The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man I'm in the streets like old graffiti I'm hearin' wankstas talkin' greasy Whether broke or rich, my friend Nasir bring that career to an end And I'm bored with you MCs, B Y'all beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of a Ouija Of course I'm the king, get my shine on Then I blind y'all 'cause they call me The Lord of the Rings (It's nothin') Pinky heavy man, big stones in the wedding band Smell the brimstone, back from Hell again Next verse gets worse, from God's son to Devil sent [Break] Y'all need to take it slow Don't body ya self Yeah Motherfuckers, act like ya know ('05) Motherfuckers, better take it slow Don't body ya self (Hahaha) [Verse 3] They say Jada defeated him Joe too street for him What's next? I guess it's for Nas to Ether him Y'all awaiting a MC burial This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. either heavenly or spiritual Extreme, delicately light in a way that seems too perfect for this world Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law Will surely live, declares the sovereign Lord And you are none of the above So you a sucka for death, if I'm a sucka for love And y'all wanna know why I ain't gotta answer niggas? 'Cause I truly understand these niggas Scared of me, so they talk about family members Like I can't point out your grandma to niggas Damn, you was my man like crew, dog Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog The Q is the borough of true Dons Any disrespect, nigga, we choose arms Will it be Gilmore or Crowe's? Nigga act like ya know [Outro] Yeah Y'all better take it slow Motherfuckers, act like ya know Mess around and body ya self, man Don't body ya selfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Bad Energy[Verse 1] I'm oblivious to you skeptics What you hear you ain't ever hear 'til I repped it Iridescent heroes essence, please clear the exits I chase demons outdoors, force 'em to hear the message, air 'em out Heard some people discussing my whereabouts Yeah, it's been a few sightings of me, a fair amount Never seen much, but yet I'm never in the house Move in style, wild, exciting when I do step out Y'all been rhyming for years and Jungle made a hit "Oochie Wally" I did Sold a million records Had 'em embarrassed Signed to Columbia Blew a check, he was laughing While y'all in the studio bragging about your past and Thinking back on trips on Manhattan Dad was rolling hotels like The Plaza Black bellhops holding Rich people bags, tip their hats to old men coming out of cabs Limousine holding doors for them We all got a job to do, go for it [Chorus] No bad energy, please, no bad energy (Just try to be the best you, man That's all I can say, man) No bad energy, please, no bad energy (Don't light over here, man Put that away, man, put that away) No bad energy, please, no bad energy (Tryna tell 'em, know what I'm saying? Big Apple my Hennessy, please) No bad energy, please, no bad energy (On the rocks, yeah) [Verse 2] To rappers who never sold crack, telling other people's lives Never shot nobody but be shooting people in their rhymes Never robbed nobody or re-upped with coke in they ride I'm probably who they talking about when they're writing most of their lines And I ain't notice it Trapping was what was happening with bolder cliques Around me I'm surrounded by the most devoted clique We saw the smokers get rowdy for all the potentness And still ain't know how sick it was in that ocean abyss What doesn't come out in the wash comes out in the rinse You suckers ain't had no say so Whoever put you in the position to have a say so should be questioned theyself I'm silk shirts, summer time sunny, sun chaser Pretty girl tongue taster, southern girl luster City girl love maker The matinee watcher The good weather on a Saturday afternoon shopper Good gift copper Still miss Big Poppa [Chorus] No bad energy, please, no bad energy No bad energy, please, no bad energy No bad energy, please, no bad energy No bad energy, please, no bad energyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Owe Me[Intro: Nas] Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty Shorty, what up, huh? Come on [Chorus: Ginuwine & Nas] Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh) Just to back it up You can hold my ice (uh, uh) Now let's say you owe me something Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh) Just to back it up You can hold my ice (uh, uh) Now let's say you owe, owe, owe Yeah, owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like its money I spent Pay me back when you shake it again [Verse 1: Nas] The don, all the time, with all the shine You small time, I ball with mine Links, minks, Bentley Azure with mine My jams bump out to the borderline UK hot with it, blew spots with it Every continent love when I spit it Corners to blocks, even the cops feel it Brothers on lockdown on their cot feel it It's real in the field, the Last Mohican Who survived in the streets and did something decent Now I got plans to buy the whole hood Legit now, I ain't gotta lie to no judge I make hits now, money I flip now Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now I lit up my neck, pinkie, and wrist now So girls everywhere, this is how we get down [Chorus: Ginuwine & Nas] Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh) Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh) Just to back it up You can hold my ice (yeah) Now let's say you owe, owe, owe Yeah, owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like its money I spent Pay me back when you shake it again [Verse 2: Nas] Play to win, girls in the club moving I get 'em real hot, my songs seduce 'em I flow, I'm so mysterious Nas, and Nasty's the alias Everything platinum I glow Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do' On top out the car, lounge at the bar We spent a thou', we wild, look at how rowdy we are Feel like a million dollars, feel me holla To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas Thugs in renta's, to the playas and ballers Sexy mamas, fly ladies looking proper Look good enough to be taken shopping Earrings, bracelets, now you rocking Your body's so nice that I give you this option Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping [Chorus: Ginuwine & Nas] Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh) Just to back it up You can hold my ice (yeah) Now let's say you owe me something Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl Shorty, say what's your price (uh huh) Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe, owe, owe Yeah, owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like its money I spent Pay me back when you shake it again [Bridge: Ginuwine] I put the shackles on your feet (you owe me) I think you owe me some (you owe me) The shackles on your feet (you owe Nas) I think you owe me some (you owe Ginuwine) (You owe Timbaland, you owe me) [Verse 3: Nas] Lock you down baby, you know what you owe me Mack like Goldie, it's the same story Let you hold something, you spending it right Know where you gon' be by the end of the night (End of the night, babe) Make it bounce, shake it, move it around Wiggle it a little bit, throw it to the south Fantasizing me inside and you riding Throw it like a stallion, you wearing my medallion [Outro: Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price (Say what's your price, baby) Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something (oh) (You owe me something, oh yeah) I said shorty, say what's your price (You owe Nas) Just to back it up (You owe Ginuwine) You can hold my ice (You owe Timbaland) Now let's say you owe, owe, owe, owe, owe, owe You owe us something, baby Oh, oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can’t Forget About You[Produced by Will.I.Am] [Verse 1: Nas] There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one Brag, to your grandkids on how life is golden So I'mma light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame, 8 by 10's Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Colliding with big names that could've made your career stop All that, and your man is still here and I'm still hot Wow, I need a moment y'all See I almost felt a tear drop [Bridge: Nas] When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you (Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) [Verse 2: Nas] Can't forget about the old school, Bam, Caz, Melle Mel, Flash Rocksteady spinnin on they back Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy, Fresh Prince Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since So irregular, how it messed you up When Mr. T became a wrestler Can't forget about Jordan's retirement The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals kid Some things are forever, some things are not It's the things we remember that gave the world shock They stay in a place in your mind so snug Like who the person was with whom you first made love [Bridge: Nas] When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you (Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) Can't forget about you (Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) [Verse 3: Nas] Unforgettable, unsubmittable, I go by N now Just one syllable, it's the end cause the game's tired It's the same vibe, Good Times had right after James died That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind The past the past enough of it, aight then But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson Or Mike when his talk was live Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25 [Bridge: Nas] When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [Outro: Nat "King" Cole sample] That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable tooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Black Bond[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Verse 1] I pull a string on the lamp and shit darkens I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment Proletarian chicks sparking Convo weak and I don't really care for her jargon Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and Alky on the Henny, woozy in the head, wobbling Gucci pillow on the bed, while she giving nogging Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album Thinking I should leave to a European island Bristol and Spain, bring a book about Stalin Dinner serenaded with a violin But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit Fine dining Olive Garden Nah bitch, Nas is In the real deal Food spots on the constant Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it Lifestyle encompasses top-notch watches Rolexes, synonymous shit I'm copping Ask her has she been around duffle bags Full of that fuck you cash Get off the jet with me in heels, I'll cup your ass Looking in my eyes saying "Nas, you're one lucky bastard" Grip your clutch, you'll get finger fucked in the passenger I hit the dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter See us in the coupe flying past ya [Verse 2] Esco, dress code, it changes Harrods in England Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging Counting wonder in the Tundra Get humbled or disgruntled when I come through, confront ya Let nothing slide, sly remarks, you must wanna die But you fronting, why? When we all know you pumpkin pie When we in the bus we fly better shit than Emirates To Dubai, to the Chi, I'm a crucial conflict Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out You are what a thug about, I'm a fucking juggernaut Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up Who don't speak, she quiet So I can think, conspire On my feet's a (?), and sometimes sneakers Wear ties at the Setai Miami Time-pieces are from Zurich It’s like I'm allergic, to Nonoxynol 9 Give it to you raw so you can feel itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blue Benz[Intro] As we go through life, one of the big questions about Things we purchase is— is, what the value of it is Is it really worth it? [Verse 1] I used to be at The Tunnel twenty deep in a huddle Razors on us that'll make skin bubble, Moet, we guzzle Chris Lighty let me in a few times with nines That's on God, wish you woulda walked by And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong My chain on, try to book me, you gone Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles of Dom Took risks, this ain't what you want, there's rules to this Don't get it misconstrued, my suit gamе is crisp Silk, linen, chiffon, Dior to Diadora But I rock custom more, that hustler aura, tap in Razor cutter, nineties, eighties lover, raised in gutters Raised above it, they made it up out the hood subject, I made you love it Crazy, I knew this chick, she had a blue Benz A Jersey penthouse, she used to pimp girls that would turn rich men out Her coke habits was so savage She hear voices and see ghosts on the average Of her stepdad, he raised her from a carriage She was twelve when he passed, she's been in hell since that Her grandma raised her, I met her in Kingston, Jamaica Where veteran kingpins bought acres, rest in peace Louie Rankin Original Don Dada [Interlude] Come here, come rude bwoy Uno waan ramp with bomboclaat me Come, come on! I murder people fi fun Murder uno bomboclaat fi fun [Verse 2] Peace signs in the air for son Put his name on the street sign there where he from Whenever we hear his bangers, flare up a blunt And praise God, and pray we all prepared when He come for us Just opened my new office, West Coast branch Place my teacup on the saucer, it's Esco, man Bossed up, nothing feels better than doing deals with my brothers It's surreal, how I feel, y'all should love us Life is a test so congratulations to your success For having patience, you deserve the best You know how they do niggas, the IRS People I ain't even met take it out my check They the biggest gangster, I respect the jooks We buyin' big boy mansions, they respect the crooks This for my project niggas and blue Benzes Mercedes emblems with they bitch with 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy All Bad[Intro: Nas] To all the ones I loved across the world, uh-huh It was all good 'til it went bad (Hit-Boy) [Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Nas] It's all bad It was all good 'til she went bad Damn, I hate to take a loss Damn, it hurts to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all) It's all bad It's all good 'til it's all bad Damn, I hate to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all) Damn, it hurts to take a loss [Verse 1: Nas] Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?" You match my fly, no cap, no lie Trophy, arm candy, but I'm better without it It's a dub, my love, but I gotta reroute it It's a lottery, it's loaded, hope I can see all the motives Before she make a fool out of me, I should know 'cause I'm older Wasn't meant for me, fuck it, we ain't agree on no subject We look good together when we was out in the public You used to brighten my day, had me hype as a kid First, good morning, good night, now she leave me on read I'm disappointed, it's different chicks who want it Can't lie, for a minute, I was sick to my stomach [Pre-Chorus: Anderson .Paak] You need to stop, breathe, think Before you say the wrong thing And I wish I could stay the night But I feel some type of way about it I've been stayin' up late Thinking about this day (Yeah) And I wish I could stay the night But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] And it's all bad (All bad, all bad) I might have to just fall back, fall back Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss) Damn, it hurts to take a loss It's all bad (All bad, mmh) You got some problems that I just can't solve, no, no, no Damn, I hate to take a loss Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Take a loss) [Verse 2: Anderson .Paak] I don't love you, girl, that's far from true Even took you to the barbecue That should show how I much I fuck with you I know I gotta make the choice, shit is overdue I had to let you off, might have to take a loss I might have to take a loss, take a loss I kinda like it when I'm far from you lately I'm kinda fed up with the bullshit you do [Refrain: Anderson .Paak] You need to stop, breathe, think Before you say the wrong thing And I wish I could stay the night But I feel some type of way about it I've been stayin' up late Thinking about this day (Yeah) And I wish I could stay the night But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah [Verse 3: Nas] Yeah, since Guess was spotted on my denim pockets And my wave grease would amaze geeks and freeze fly chicks Where they stood, I never lost the steps, stay splashin' Not one of these just got money, not knowin' how to act New to these bad ones, I was on fly chicks since junior high Beautiful fly girls caught my eye Takin' down some of the girls Drake and Future took down But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums Texting me that they hate my one-word answers Here's two, call me, this is you stalling Guess we through, you ignore me, days go by Missing you be the worst, play the game, who gon' hit who first Checking my Yachtmaster, Pac blaster Wonder why they call you bitch, empty shot glasses Scrolling back on the thread, the nice things you once said Look at us now, it's all bad [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] Aw yeah, and it's all bad You know I might have to just fall back, fall back Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss) Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Oh) It's all bad (All bad, all bad) You got some problems, I can't solve 'em all, uh, uh, uh Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss) Damn, it hurts to take a loss [Outro: Anderson .Paak] Damn, I love it when you talk to me crazy But who the fuck you think you talking to?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Car #85[Intro: Charlie Wilson & Nas] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da (Big Queens, NYC) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, la, da-da, da Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh), la, oh, oh, ooh Ooh-ooh (Yeah), oh, ooh-ooh (Hit-Boy) [Verse 1: Nas & Charlie Wilson] They called me "Babyface" in eighty-eight On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait Cab service, car eighty-five Ten minutes, they back in the car Not safe to drive, narcos are lookin' (Woop, woop, woop) No secret compartments in the ride, so keep pushin' We get stopped, hide it between the seat cushion Either that, or just tuck it inside your boot Don't throw it out the window yet, son, that's all our loot (Not yet) See? They turned, they wasn't after us, my nigga with me laughin' (Yeah) He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (What up?) I'm just a lil' nigga smokin' weed (Fried) I'm just tryna figure out who to be (Nas) Horse and Dula touchin' paper (Uh-huh) Plus, Spud and Wallet Head, a lot of bread And I was talkin' to Tia I went to her block, I was just happy to see her And low was how she did me (Ooh) She moved from Queens to Co-Op City (Ooh-wee) She said, "Visit me, that's if you really miss me" (I did), show proof Ten niggas outside her buildin', that's what I go through (Damn) 1989, my baby mind was advancin' (Yeah) Nike Air Trainer 3's, two fingers on her hand, son (Ooh) I'm losin' her slowly (Uh) Plus my other girl is startin' to move on the homie Hop in eighty-five, roll with me (Oh-oh) [Chorus: Nas, Charlie Wilson, Both] When I used to slide I used to call car eighty-five Don't want no other driver on the job (Nah) Only car eighty-five Yo, take me uptown to that smoke shop I like (Ooh) Car eighty-five All blacked out tint (Running for my life) Everywhere we went, we took car eighty-five (Yeah, yeah) [Interlude: Nas & Charlie Wilson] We gon' ride Put that tape on I like You know that tape I like, turn that shit up (Oh, yeah) We gon' smoke and ride (Ooh-ooh) Go to Times Square, we take it from there Just ride (Ridin' with car eighty-five) It's Friday It woulda been a good night to pick up shorty, but she on some other shit (Ooh-wee, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah) [Verse 2: Nas & Charlie Wilson] In my peripheral view Nothin' trivial 'bout me, just witness the truth, I'm certified That's been verified My mere presence got other guys terrified (Woah, ooh) Slap oxygen out your esophagus (Ooh-ooh) I survived with stick up kids, was droppin' shit (Ooh-ooh) The rotten apple's the tabernacle That's NY, White Castles at midnight Fish sandwiches, forty ounces and fistfights (Oh, ooh-wee) They even used car eighty-five to pull robberies Use 'em as a getaway car and paid him properly Next year the whole town strung out Swept the block where they hung out Look how far we've come now (Amen) Grab the duffel and run out Seven fiends in one house, hustle sun up to sundown What up? Summertime in NY In the back seat of car eighty-five (Oh-oh, oh) [Outro: Nas & Charlie Wilson] The whole hood was tryna call car eighty-five Any car like that, any number that had that system Or that cool ride (Yeah) You know that'd make your whole day Just bein' able to get up and go To this day, I just like to ride Lot of thoughts come to mind (Ooh-wee, oh, oh, ooh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nastradamus[Produced by L.E.S] [Intro] Uh, 2000 G [Verse 1] Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You wanna ball 'till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat 'Cause I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scaring 'em Century 21 solar eclipse While you listening to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is doo-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street 'til I lay six feet QB, PJs, and we playing for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearing a bulletproof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next year's, better rep, yeah [Chorus] Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus [Verse 2] I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits Let Nastradamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shit First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell Spending your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail Slinging for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sporting Gators, getting thrills Our honies wearing Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave the streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the sex is so high-tech Uh [Chorus] Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus [Verse 3] Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name's on the throne And we gon' rep it the best that we can Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man But where you at now, you lamp, laid and max now Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend And they don't understand how you CEO from heaven But that's another level, brethren Two G's, we got the type fam with MAC-11's We do squeeze, thought it's not right But that's the zone that we left in Bentleys, Porches, Piaget watches Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes And we all roll dice, for each other's ice And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys? But only one man, only the mind's eye can understand that I'm... [Chorus] Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastradamus [Outro] Ill Will Nastradamus New LP for the 2G Uh Bravehearts Nation Big Things Lucciano Oh, the Lord again M-O-B-B Deep Zaire Jungle Wiz, horse L-E-S, L-E-SEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 10 Points[Verse 1] America the beautiful, gangsta's paradise For a black man to be rich, you say we sacrifice our own family members Like we're not savvy enough to make outstanding figures And ain't nobody in no cult I give so much, financially give away But there's an aspect of that that's crippling to us today Still coping and dealing with my environment as a kid I trust no one today because what someone in my past did [Chorus] King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing King, I started sayin' "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King [Verse 2] Take it from a street dude, you don't need to be a street dude Get a lawyer, read your contract, and eat food Become Roberta Flack or Lionel When you catch flack, that mean they got they eye on you Produce great results, they start to lie on you Is it love for a Queens dude in Supreme shoes Or did the street code expire with these dudes? Especially now, I don't expect you to bow, but stand Creating jobs, named my venture from after the land I came from, that's unheard of A hood that's known for murder now doing mergers The streets is a lie, don't believe these dudes, jail or death is all you get They tell you never move, but when they get money, they split [Chorus] King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" (Peace King) And after that, it took off like fire [Verse 3] They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that [Chorus] Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" And after that, it took off like fire, peace, KingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 27 Summers[Intro] Hit-Boy [Verse] Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good groove, pour me up (Ice) The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (Fix your life) Ackee, rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (Mm) Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (Swish) Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers Premier movies with my man De Niro And Johnny Nunez got all the pictures Black-grown, black-owned Black women is the backbone (Love) Latin food in the back room Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon Followin' the cash rules [Chorus] Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts) Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal) Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke) Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs [Bridge] Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino) Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino) All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (What up, G-Code?) What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East? What they say about us? (What they say about us?) [Chorus] Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts) Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal) Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke) Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The World Is Yours (Tip Mix)[Intro] (Who's world is this?) (Who's world is this?) La la la, la la la (Who's world is this?) [Verse 1] I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right A fiend of hip-hop, it's got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' Time like 'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me [Chorus] (Whose world is this?) The world is yours Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer (Whose world is this?) Yeah, the world is yours To the Phillie blunt heads, crack-pumpin' drug murderers (Whose world is this?) The world is yours To my niggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans (Whose world is this?) Fuck it, the world is mine Holdin' a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand (Whose world is this?) [Verse 2] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life My insight enlights vision Words of wisdom, niggas pay me intuition to listen To murder paragraphs of mysticism Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds So many cultures on one planet but one culture's free Son, I need weed to proceed Change the flow speed and I'm gettin' vex, Giuliani is 6-6-6 There's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed Shit is a hassle, The Bridge is like a haunted castle The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso And yo, the trife life is the most influential Though colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental How you livin', large or broker? You're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers Catchin' court papers, gettin' broker [Chorus] The world is mine Persona of late Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine (Whose world is this?) The whole world is mine Who want it, I never front it, I'm forever blunted, hittin' lye (Whose world is this?) Henny up with the lye (La la la) Never stop, we don't stop (La la la) The Hennylo, puffin' lye, y'all (La la la) Don't stop the Hennylo (La la la) Who puff the lye? (La la la) Everyday, puff the lye plus the Hennylo (La la la) [Verse 3] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow 'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' could make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up Even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbin' bitches like the Phantom The crew is lampin' Ill Will style Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop Checkin' dames plus the games people play I check the dames plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today [Break] (Who's world is this?) (Who's world is this?) (Who's world is this?) (Who's world is this?) (Who's world is this?) (La la la, la la la, la la la la la) [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, Wizard, keep that lye in the air Yo, I wanna give a shout out to the whole fuckin' Queens My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real, Lord The Queensbridge nation, get it on Fakin' no fuckin' jacks, fuck around and get your wig pushed back A big shoutout to my man Killa, Ron Du, it's on you L.E.S. on another murder quest '94, we out Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere Keep the la la goin'...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stillmatic Freestyle (H to the Omo Jay-Z Diss)Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't But every church in the world can't save our children I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be Your oldest son on the ground dead, but fortunately Them bullets had some other names on it, a brother was blind I hit the L, then we yell out, "It wasn't my time!" I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled blunt from my room door Little Nasir was at war And little did I care what you saw Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score But in the projects, I visit Muhammad, in linen garments Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the living Prophet And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the medicine man I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies Young girls are unfastening they Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic All this fashion and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary N.Y. City, grab a hold and ride with me Rip the Freeway, shoot through Memphis with money bags Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat Beans fast And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York You show off, I count off when you sample my voice I rule you, before, you used to rap like the Fu-Schnickens Nas designed your Blueprint, who you kidding? Is he H to the izzo, M to the izzo? For shizzle you phony, the rapper version of Sisqo And that's for certain, you cloned me, your wack clothes line I'd rather Sean John, bore me with your fake coke rhymes And those times, they never took place, you liar Un was your first court case, you had no priors You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick Have you surrounded, you and them faggot you down with While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers Corny as Cormega, all you Hip-Hop queers Since Illmatic, It Was Written: I Am... Nastradamus That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise My next few albums, instead of projects They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page Did crimes and headline on stage I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it Streets Disciple, I'm StillmaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Til the War Is Won[Verse 1: Nas] You know I love you different, my queen, my mother, sister Protect you with my life, let's deconstruct the myth-uh You just depressed a bit, and only good for sexin' with you Let's dismantle that, it's a man you lack You don't need us, you could handle that Let's see where the Black family at We need each other, with bad tempers, we defeat each other Single mothers, my heart's bleeding for you These coward men, that were beating on you (Never me) Let's silence them with a silencer For the violence of relationships Hold your head up, don't take that shit, run away from it I shoulda ran away myself, the amount of pain I was dealt And I'm a man, my job is to help Single parent home, came up, now the man is grown Mom's gone, pop's here, wish God reversed the roles (Sometimes) If I could've chose, subsidized housin' Sometimes witnessin' the most foulest things would arouse us We became numb like pure 'caine on the tongue To the pains from economical strains [Chorus: Nas & Lil Durk] Diabolical games put on our future kings And our future queens, y'all the strongest ones (Yeah) May God give strength to women who lost they sons I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh woah, oh-oh) We're nothing without our women I give all I have 'til the war is won (Yeah) (Ooh woah, oh-oh) I give all I have [Verse 2: Nas] 2020 flows, everything getting exposed (Exposed) Who really the bros? (Bros) Who really is goals? (Goals) Who ready to let it go? All the grudges we hold (Uh) It's too many fallen soldiers NY to the 'Go (Chi-Town) Late night outside, you hear the forty drum (Baow) In every ghetto and all the slums (For real) These laws made to slaughter us (Damn) I give all I have 'til the war is won [Verse 3: Lil Durk & Nas] I was servin' out my mama crib, she ain't know about it (She ain't know about it) Complaining about my rent, but I know my mama got me (My mama got me) She told me to be a man, and never sleep through problems (Sleep through problems) University of the streets, I ain't plan on going to college (Oh yeah) Why you crying 'bout low income and welfare? (Ooh) You ain't the only one going through it, this everywhere Better hold your head, I know it don't feel fair Reason my people dead and they know I still care Depending on the people, then you gotta do better Black lives matter, I'm for real, it do matter (For real, it do matter) Black-on-black crime, they still do it to whoever (Whoever) Talking to the trenches, we just gotta do better (Do better) He think he Martin Luther, but he tryna be a shooter (Tryna be a shooter) Got his car took, he ride with guns in the Uber (In the Uber) I'm talking where we from, we carry MACs, but no computers (No computers) He got out yesterday, but he went in when he was juvie (Chi-Town) [Chorus: Nas] Diabolical games put on our future kings And our future queens, y'all the strongest ones (Yeah) May God give strength to women who lost they sons I give all I have 'til the war is won [Outro: Nas & Lil Durk] She do the best to raise our young Ooh, she independent and she don't depend on no one We nothing without our women Ooh, she independent, went from a girl to a woman One love to the single mothers Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh, woah, oh-oh) 'Til the war is won, we gotta stick together Women, stop chasing your man away Men, stop acting crazy, chasing your woman away We all we have 'til the war is won, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Small World[Produced by Carlos "6 July" Broady & Nashiem Myrick] [Intro] See no evil, fear no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil If you don't bring that shit around you You ain't got nothing to worry about (uh-huh) Yeah (yeah, uh-huh) Know what I'm saying? Yo, yo yo yo [Verse 1] Carolyn from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant, her apparel in the M-Class caravan Keys of dope, loving cats to ski in her throat She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat Her ice fro, ass is curvy, 40 years old She passing for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave., shopping when she not, copping bricks of that shit She hopping on dicks, riding Pony's who trick At my man's wake, she said the eulogy After that I usually bumped into her shopping for jewellery Her bodyguard screwing me, I gave her my math Ain't nothing new to me, blowing backs out, six-pack Stout's Wide fat mouth, the evil look with a bow-leg Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck She knew about cats from way back, we smoke the haystack She never coughed once, blunts was her hobby She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, '96 he tried to rob me I jetted though, sometimes you never know He snorted all her work, now she need me to do her dirty work [Chorus] It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around comes around, if you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") Where beef could never end At the time you least expect it, I'ma see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world.."), you get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you, someway, somehow Yo it's a small world, watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") [Verse 2] Snook from Red Hook was grimy, did 5 years, glad to be home From Attica, known for keeping chrome calibers Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it 5 years planning to blow soon as he hit the bridicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O Started robbing niggas ‘til he caught a whole kilo He had a bunch of starving niggas he owe, he never paid though Got large, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard" Laying with his bitch, 'niggas is rich' is what he told her Played the block, holding cracks inside the baby stroller Here come his crazy soldier, 6 shots it's over A year went past, Snook went flossing fast His old man had crossed his ass for the laws of this fast cash [Chorus] It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around comes around, if you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") Where beef could never end At the time you least expect it, I'ma see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world.."), you get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you, someway, somehow Yo it's a small world, watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") [Verse 3] I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why We let the slugs fly, enter your brain through your skull Another thug died, pitching your soul into that infinite Black hole where many souls go cause of a .44 blast Snook was one of ‘em, so many more Even that Fendi whore got niggas hit up, yeah let that Henny pour Carolyn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God Carolyn when she needed him, he took the job He was close to her ever since she took him inside When his moms died, dope fiend OD'd, '85 He went crazy, stuck up banks to stay alive He was live, do niggas even know the things that he tried Robbed armored trucks, incidents where police died He stayed in lower Eastside, peace God, he stared at me hard Two of his mans with him, I got to hit 'em I'm reaching for my Roscoe, cocked it back on And get my blast on, at the gas station, bunch of Arabs racing Out the way as my Taurus spray Jump in the whip, hit the highway You know how I say, the game that I play It's real tendencies, when you feel your enemies But can't figure out whose who, keep it true Shit is cool now -- put the tools down? Never 'Cause everyday is on, livin this life, out for this cheddar [Chorus] It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around comes around, if you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") Where beef could never end At the time you least expect it, I'ma see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world.."), you get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you, someway, somehow Yo it's a small world, watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") [Outro] I'm going to see you again.. Uh-huh.. I'm going to see you again.. nigga.. Uh-huh.. going to see you again nigga.. yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Zombie[Verse 1] Uhh, yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be telling you lie, all on the media? They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teachers at school Know you a young single parent out struggling, they think you a fool Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes Killing shorty future, I wonder how do we last it? Underground in they casket, ancestors turning I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus Words like God is Greek or Latin So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough banks, to give my brother a loan What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask For reparations, then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? So stop being controlled, we black zombies [Chorus] Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) [Verse 2] Ayo, we trapped in our own brain, fucked behind bars We've already gone insane We've already gave up, cut our own heads offs Stab our own backs and dream too much Without fulfilling reality; too greedy and Can't have one or two chains, we need three of them Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em On our own people and, fuck black leaders 'Cause whites ain't got none leading them, the rhythm is cosmic Nas is divinity, the deity's prophet Let's all get down and get up Victims walking 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck Fainting, shouting, catching Holy Ghost in church Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doing it first We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demonstrated Just to make another generation - black zombies [Chorus] Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) [Verse 3] You scared to be yourself, 'cause you in a trance Feel free, hear the music and dance If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you Dumb niggas with long beards like they Arabs or Jews Or from Israel, Bismillah al rahman al rahim Islam's a beautiful thing And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring Peace against the darkness, which is ungodly So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow? Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow {*roaring*} .. That's the sound of the beast I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid Control your own destiny, you are a genius Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie [Chorus] Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) [Outro:] Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred years Ghetto niggas won't have it no mo', can I get a witness? Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it When you can do it yourself; it's all in you, do it, do it Do it niggas.. c'mon, uhh, peace...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mastermind[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh... [Chorus] (A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes (A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones (A mastermind) everything planned out perfect In case y'all niggas got to get murdered (A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy (A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book (A mastermind) never do a thing irrational Lives forever, these tales are classical [Verse 1] Velvet bow ties Bulletproof's in the tux, when I roll by In a car similar to Osama's, in my diamonds And my principal is to study drama Look what happened in Manhattan A couple of, years ago when guns started clappin' Two of my dogs fell, two of my niggas ran They was amateurs in beef with a grown man It taught me the lessons of how the strong stand And how the weak end up in a coffin Play it cool, that's the old school rule, man Keep your ears to the street, you'll never lose, man Make your enemies believe there's love there 'Cause in war, belief is all fair Rock them to sleep, shots in your Jeep And you ain't never know the plot was from me It's from my masterminds [Chorus] (A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes (A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones (A mastermind) everything planned out perfect In case y'all niggas got to get murdered (A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy (A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book (A mastermind) never do a thing irrational Lives forever, these tales are classical [Verse 2] It ain't a game it's the life Think it's a game, you lame And I'm nice on that black stone Merlot Toast to my hero Nat Turner Weather below zero, gave the keys to Kelis Whispered in her earlobe, "drive home" 'Cause she the wife and they the freaks The underneath my girl caliber They smiled at her and said "Goodbye" With niggas who thug or die, they wild as us My bodyguards in my Denali truck Knowing that I'm surrounded by OGs That I don't really get down with They got a separate table for their freaks bought them drinks So we could talk man-to-man so real niggas could link I knew, they kill hoes too like Rae Carruth They used to spray troops, now they managing groups The main nigga Sonny had big money since '82 Had two of my dogs whacked, nothing I could do That was back when I had no crew, I switched that Now I'm strong with niggas who feel Sonny was wrong My money's long, his money is weak, he's losing sleep Trying to feel me out, to see what it's gon' be But I'm a mastermind [Chorus] (A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes (A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones (A mastermind) everything planned out perfect In case y'all niggas got to get murdered (A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy (A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book (A mastermind) never do a thing irrational Lives forever, these tales are classical [Verse 3] I live a clean life, I don't even steal cable I speak for myself, my niggas'll slay you Lucky us, this rap done worked out fine Feds, check me out, it's no dirt y'all find This King of New York shit only last 15 minutes Every nigga get burned, but it's what you did with it Niggas who brilliant, came in and killed it Made millions every three months, new jury I'm low, smoking Blueberry with a ho That know a few scary individuals, it's eerie as she get into it Squares, they into voodoo She says a Hail Mary, then she said she knew who Would come and try to kill you too [Chorus] (A mastermind) sees it coming before it comes (A mastermind) before he go to war he counts his ones (A mastermind) everything planned out perfect In case y'all niggas got to get murdered (A mastermind) sleeps at night real easy (A mastermind) 'cause everything he does is by the book (A mastermind) never do a thing irrational Lives forever, these tales are classicalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sly Fox[Audio sample] [Verse 1] The sly fox, cyclops We locked in an idiot box The video slots broadcasting Waco Davidian plots They own YouTube, MySpace When this ignorant shit going to stop? They monopolizing news, your views And the channel you choose, propaganda, visual cancer The eye in the sky, number 5 on the dial Secret agenda, frequency antenna, Dr. Mindbender Remote control, soul controller, your brain holder Slave culture, game's over What's a fox characteristic? Slick shit, censored misinformation Pimp the station, over-stimulation Reception, deception, Comcast digital Satan The fox has a bushy tail And Bush tells lies and fox-trots So, I don't know what's real (what's real) [Chorus] Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box And unplug from the Matrix doctrine But watch what you say, Big Brother is watching Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box And unplug from the Matrix doctrine But watch what you say, Fox Five is watching [Verse 2] The Fear Factor got you all riled up O'Reilly? Oh really? No rally needed, I'll tie you up Network for child predators, setting them up MySpace, pimps, hoes and sluts Y'all exploit rap culture, then y'all flip on us And you own the Post, and y'all shit on us What is their net worth? They're going to try to censor my next verse Throw them off the roof neck first While I'm clicking my cursor Reading blogs about pressure they put on Universal It gets worse While I'm clicking my mouse, while they kick in my house They figured us out, why a nigga go south? It's either he caught a body Don't sleep, they're watching I watch CBS, and I see BS Trying to track us down with GPS Make a nigga want to invest in PBS (see BS) [Chorus] Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box And unplug from the Matrix doctrine But watch what you say, Big Brother is watching Watch what you're watching, Fox keeps feeding us toxins Stop sleeping, start thinking outside of the box And unplug from the Matrix doctrine But watch what you say, Fox Five is watching [Verse 3] They say I'm all about murder murder and kill kill But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill? What about Cheney and Halliburton? The back door deals on oil fields? How is Nas the most violent person? Y'all don't know talent if it hit you Bringing up my criminal possession charges with a pistol I use Viacom as my firearm Then let the lyrics split you, who do you rely upon? Then shoot shells at Leviath-o-n I'm dealing with the higher form Fuck if you care of how I write a poem Only fox that I loved was the Red one Only black man that Fox love is in jail or a dead one Red rum, political bedlam Don't let the hype into your eyes and ear drum Murdoch owns Fox, not A-Team with Baracus And he hates Barack cause he march with the marches [Interlude: Deep voice] I pledge allegiance to the fair and balanced truth Not the biased truth Not the liest truth But the highest truth I will not be deceived Nor will I believe in the propaganda I will not fall for the okie-doke I am tuned in... [Outro] Watch what they watching Watch what you're watching Better watch because they're watching Watch what you're watching M-m-media, misleading you Watch what you're watchingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography of Rakim)[Intro] The unauthorized copy Dedication to my children, my child, Destiny Jones To my niece and nephews, Suree, Malik, Jabari The world is yours Acknowledgements: first off I wanna thank God And I wanna thank everybody for helping me out with this Couldn't do it without you. Chapter 1 [Verse] January 28, 1968 Born into this world, William Griffin The Great Chapter 1, Wyandanch, Long Island Scientific rhyming invented a new style when He met with Eric Barrier from East Elmhurst The melody they created was the first Burst on the scene 1986, with clap to this '87 dropped a classic disc The facts is the tracklist was like full The vocals, the beats, according to Marley Marl Recorded in my hometown Queensbridge That's why it's so relative This biography was unauthorized I spit it how it was given to author Nas William changed his name at sixteen to Rakim Allah Cause Clarence 13X had New York on lock Gods on every block, jams in every park I remember hearing Kurtis Blow saying "It can't get better than this" 'Til Run DMC blew my brains to bits From leather coats to shell toes to the Stan Smiths, to Dapper Dan kicks First million-dollar deal ever in rap 18th Letter did that From 4th & Broadway to Uni to MCA We followed the leader to Harlem's Apollo Theatre Supreme, Rap and the 50 that don't rap Fort Greene, Queens, Strong Island wolfpack Paid In Full posse, hot they was on And Ra had his firstborn With the next line I'ma be easy His wisdom's name is Fifi EPMD put a record out, was dope Tension spread, and I quote "Smack me and I smack you back" Sounded like the answer to the "I Ain't No Joke" track For a second it ain't look good Little tension buzzing from Wyandanch to Brentwood Misunderstood, all forgot At sixteen when I met Freddie Foxxx Toting burners, the whole coast's most concern was How has Rakim's flow made Christians convert with Islamic ways Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em was the third LP A sophisticated mean one Before similar voices were King Sun A few others, but sooner or later, the game was Ra's kingdom At sixteen, son was watching him, mesmerized Respect, not jocking him, was so amazing, besides He came on the stage with lasers in his eyes Walk with me now [Outro] Unauthorized Biography of Rakim Epilogue: Mother was a jazz singer Nephew to R & B legend Ruth Brown Discography: Paid In Full, Follow The Leader, Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em, Don't Sweat The Technique That's the end of the group, went on for solo Dropped "The R", then The 18th Letter, then I think something, The Master Was signed to Aftermath Scheduled to release an album Oh My God with Dr. Dre The album was dismantled because of creative differences The end To the new beginning, yeah Next book, KRS-One. PeaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hustlers[Intro: Nas] Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G Nas, he a QB-QB true G Do the history [Verse 1: Nas] Way before The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away But we still get together, like, every several years To sprinkle a little bit of Heaven for your ears Relax, sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers Low-key, no G's, but it's still Gucci luggage I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with gray eyes Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? ‘Cause I can vision Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate So every breath I take is all about the rules It's hard for you to breathe, like you at high altitude So crack the Patron, it's on heathens The God's back, hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' [Hook: Marsha] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast, we riders Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coastin' O.G [Bridge: Nas & Game] He a Compton-Compton O.G Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's A concoction of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots He a Compton-Compton O.G Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's A concoction of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks East Coast *gunshot* [Verse 2: Game] 1995, eleven years from the day I'm in the record shop with choices to make Illmatic on the top shelf, The Chronic on the left, homie Wanna cop both but only got a 20 on me So fuck it, I stole both, spent the 20 on a dub sack Ripped the package off Illmatic and bumped that For my niggas it was too complex when Nas rhymed I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind" Inside the dope house, bottlin' up sherm Bangin' The Firm, Dre was king then so I waited my turn Fast forward, now I'm making 'em burn Ended my peers' careers Hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga I stopped beefin' with niggas, ‘cause I'm "Ether" to niggas Comb the earth 'til there's no one left If I ruled the world I summons all you weak rap niggas to death [Bridge: Nas & Game] He a Compton-Compton OG Mix that with a QB-QB true G, what you got's A concoction of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, the Jordans sportin', come off the dice game With a fortune walkin', you a walking coffin' The musket, I tucked it, you bluff it, I bust it You're sideways talking, so I lay often I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas That's my name and I came with Rugers this time And if I'm sane that Soul Plane movie's the bomb Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm busting See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the Gatling on, and I start clappin' Nasty man, from bagging grams and runnin' from cops To a mil on the hand, a mil on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc [Hook: Marsha] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast, we riders Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coastin' O.GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blaze a 50[Verse 1] Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney Brazilian candy, from Miami Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion Hate rap, told me where she get cake at She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in Pampers Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree 33, recovering from plastic surgery Went from 34B to 36 double D Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers It's easy to get the pussy, just don't fall in love Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin' her feet Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips Givin' head like she knew me for years Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs Millions she would get if his neck got slit She rolled the equality, then passed the lye to me Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin' Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin' P-11's, ACP shells for blastin' Caught him with his Spanish maid He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo Twelve point five million, he kept his funds In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision" I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight The same night, headed to Spain, nice game Now we're back to where we meet a-gain... [Verse 2] Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney Top down, night air blow her hair Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash Took a blast out of her coke bag Snorted it, started screamin', yo we almost crashed Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep Overwhelmed by greed, put to deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stillmatic (Freestyle)[Produced Eric B] [Intro] Ayo Nasty Nas, what up? ~Ain't nothing, a lot of cowards fronting I hear what you're saying, but yo, this is all love for me, you know? ~No doubt, smoke them cowards, you stillmatic [Verse] Ma, I'm sorry who the fuck I am, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't But every church in the world can't save our children I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be Your oldest son on the ground dead, but fortunately Them bullets had some other names on it, the brother was blind I hit the L, then, we yell out, "It wasn't my time!" I loaded up shells, one by one You smelled blunts from my room door, little Nasir was at war And little did I care what you saw Crew deep with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score But in the projects, I vision Muhammad, in linen garments Preaching man, woman, and child, the living Prophet And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah Fistful of dollars in the dice game, God The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance Clothes fit me like a crime boss, the medicine man I see the world collapsing, young pregnancies Young girls are unfastening their Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic All this fast shit and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary N.Y. City, grab a hold and ride with me Rip the Freeway, shoot through Memphis with Money Bags Stop in Philly, order cheesesteaks and eat Beans fast And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York You show off, I count dough off when you sample my voice I rule you—before, you used to rap like the Fu-Schnickens Nas designed your blueprint, who you kidding? Is he H to the izz-O, M to the izz-O? For shizzle, you phony, the rapping version of Sisqo And that's for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line I'd rather Sean John, you bore me with your fake coke rhymes And those times, they never took place, you liar Un was your first court case, you had no priors You master-fabricated stories of streets and sound slick Have you surrounded, you and the faggots you down with While they riding Nas, trying to boost their careers Corny as Cormega, all you hip-hop queers Since Illmatic, It Was Written, I Am Nastradamus That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you; now, here's a promise My next few albums—instead of projects They'll be a difficult test inside the cover for the mind's optics Come in my hood, but bring the guns with you, it's dark Headed through Brooklyn, Queens, Harlem, Staten, and Bronx Headed through Compton, Oaktown, South Central, and Watts New Orleans, Mississippi, Chi-town, every block I'm trying to have my positive ways, I put my rhymes on page Did crimes and headline on stage I signed a contract, so here it is, you have it Street's Disciple, I'm Stillmatic [Outro: Woman's voice] You make me feel so goodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shoot ’Em Up[Verse 1] One .44, two .45's Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives Five hundred Benz, six reasons why this kid should die We shooting every mothafucka outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car Guns in our hand, at the same time everybody ran There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd Let the trigger blow, seven shots now he lying on the ground Blood on the floor then we shot some more Niggas he was with two niggas hit, one nigga fell One tried to run, go get him son Make sure he's done 'fore we bail, I ain't tryna go to jail Must handle beef, code of the street, load up the heat If these nigga think they could fuck around Real niggas do real things by all means Niggas knowing how we get down, it goes [Chorus] Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) [Verse 2] Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet Six tinted windows, and I'm on my way To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out Ringing the bell, where in the hell, could they be at? I'm about to leave stepping slow, where my truck was at Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack? Now pull my strap, it's my man and we have the same plan There them bitches go, Civic '94 Looking funny though, open up the car door, funny smile Fuck two already, third ass was heavy "Nas this is Sherry, Sherry this is Nas and his man, ready?" Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like Can't find my man, heard a blam-blam Now I'm wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?" He killed the hoes, took all they dough Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky coming down the stairs Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering "Put your gun down, we can skip town" Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range [Chorus] Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bridging the Gap[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Nas & Olu Dara] The light is there Yeah yeah You see I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City Where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir All the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive [Verse 1: Nas] Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey -- Chuck Berry of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it But I'm still number one, everyday real Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss Keep integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging the gap, from the blues, to jazz, to rap The history of music on this track Born in the game, discovered my father's music Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids Some are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo [Chorus: Olu Dara & Nas] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild (Uh huh) Ended up in New York City (New york) Where I had my first child (That's me y'all) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah!) All the boys call him Nas (That's what's up!) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive Greatest man alive (Yeah, turn it up!) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! [Verse 2: Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's Old school, new school, know school rules All these years I been voicin' my blues I'm a artist from the start, Hip-Hop guided my heart Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with Books to read, like X and stuff Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild" [Chorus: Olu Dara & Nas] I was born in Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Moved to New York City Where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir All the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive Greatest man - The great-greatest man alive (Tell 'em!) [Verse 3: Nas & Olu Dara] Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu Come on, tell 'em 'bout all the places you gone to I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique (Yeah) Madagascar, Paris, Greece (Uh huh) But little Africa is where we live (Yeah) Better known as Queenbridge Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop Tell 'em Pop [Outro: Olu Dara & Nas] See I come from Mississippi (Let 'em know) I was young and runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) Ended up in New York City (Yeah!) Where I had my first child (That's me) I named the boy Nasir (Yeah, Daddy!) All the boys call him Nas (Luh ya, boy) I told him as a youngster He'll be the greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Greatest man alive (You the greatest, Pop) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! Rest In Peace Ray CharlesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Album Intro[Produced by Nas & Trackmasters] [Various Speakers & Nas] "Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee?" "Mmmhmm. Damn, man" "I can't take it man" "Sho' can't" "You think this is gonna eva' change?" "Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night" "This cotton" "Shit!" "I can't take it man" "Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go Ain't no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man" "It's callin' me too" "It's time we go" "Yeah, I'm wichou!" "Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man! "You ain't nothin', you ain't nothin'" "Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna Have ourselves a hangin' tonight!" [Nas & (AZ)] 1996! Back up in this nigga The right way, though, you know? (Double-tre son, you know ain't nothin' coincidental or accidental, dunn) No doubt! (You know how it's goin' down, man) It was all written (No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man You know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son They playin' with a 54 deck, you see with the jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying?) Son, I'm playin' with the 52 (You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I playin') But, yo, they takin' us into this next millennium, right now (I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law Cause without law ain't no order, you know what I'm sayin' That's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin' though) True (Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean?) Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son (Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right?) Word, with the big ass face on it (Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though You know what I'm sayin?) No question (All eyes seein', son, you know it was written, no question) Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men Nesa's the woman, you know? It was writtenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nothing Lasts Forever[Intro] A lot of times it seems like you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life But, yo, yo, if you got a plan, believe me, you gon' get there You gon' get everything you ever wanted, baby That's my word Trust [Verse 1] My niggas come home from long bids They check for me before they see their own kids I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin' Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers Cop Ferraris with navigational screens Guide us through your hood and any locality, then back to Queens Piped out seats, Oakwood MB cord speakers Bumpin' out old shit That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a Le Tigre short sleeves Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt 100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts Back then, nobody wore a vest Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot, wylin' Look at the chain I snatched with the medallion worth a thousand Cops rushed, the God done made it home smilin' Half of the crew? Prob'ly on the island Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger Playin' corners, stick the elevator never thought Project life would promise nothin' but to die trife For steppin' on the next man's Nikes, my motto: look for tomorrow Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way Gats spray, these shorties is killers The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in Like 'who's you?' when I cruise through I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends Be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever [Chorus] Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Yo Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever (Yo) [Verse 2] Nice cars, livin' like a star, club-hoppin' Poppin' bottles at the bar, love shoppin' Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs One for your wife, one for your freak Silver-spurs Rolls Royce, too good to be true, houses worth 2.2 Pool parties, beautiful view You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style, baggy jeans style Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin' Thinkin', "Damn, wish my niggas could afford this" On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless Talkin' to lawyers, accountants, investments Money doubles, triples, protect it: hard work you manifested Worries of failure, when you buried is your familia Gon' keep your name prosperin' to the maximum? You should live, there's only one life, that's the physical Rich or poor or in jail, why the fuck should you be miserable? Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin' Love could have your heartbeat skippin', thugs turn to religion The bitch you love could start to hate you The shit you used to do escape you Things that make you laugh represent the past Reminisce the block, gamble Gs on the floor Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down Turned 'em into shopping malls, the hood is like a ghost town Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real [Chorus] Everything must eventually come to an end So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever [Outro] Ya know? Ya know? Nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Let it go, let it goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Every Ghetto[Verse 1: Nas] Uhh, yeah, uhh Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days Words of a old man with silver hair, in his wheelchair His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya 'Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine order Shit is plastic material, havin' no life I crash whips and leave it no matter the price As long as I survive, cop a new five Circle the block where the beef's at And park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters There's no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin' the earth Watchin' your own murder reoccur [Chorus: Blitz] For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning [Verse 2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me Basically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust Greed and contempt, no street is exempt Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks Oil paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggas for the dime Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside In the ghetto with a million ways to die Stayin' high to relieve the pain, breathin' in the game Exhalin' guilt sin and shame, misery and strain What the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthrax I stand back, hopin' I'll make it through tomorrow [Verse 3: Nas] My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin' Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des Got guns when I'm with my daughter Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons Black princess it's a ugly world I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl Could you believe even my shadow's jealous My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come from the Father I'm lonely... hold me, it's gettin' darker [Chorus: Blitz] For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morningEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy America[Intro: Nas & Flo Simpson] Yo, it's like waking up, from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out, you wasn't dreaming in the first place (no) [Verse 1: Nas] If all I saw was gangsters coming up as a youngster Pussy and money the only language I clung to Claim to, I mold myself up to become one Ain't ya happy I chose rap? I'm a monster Streets deceiving, can't believe my achievements Cultural strata, persona's that of a non-needer Cause I don't need nada 'cept for Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer sleeveless To my G's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums I come up, a phoenix caked up Trying to take what I'm eating came up A dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed to witness this Savvy, mild, wild hardly A man's man, who would've knew the beach houses and wild parties Jezebels and Stella McCartneys For years, all that, how can I not be dead? This old German said I was a thug with a knotty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face like he wonder where I got my bread Probably all these stones he see, from my shows overseas From crime to rhyme My story is I'm from the home of the thieves [Chorus: Nas, Flo Simpson & Both] America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention This is not what you think it is [Verse 2: Nas] Blessed, the Lord is a G, he gotta be Who's the God of suckers and snitches? The economy Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro He'd want me to spit this Only the strong survive, Nas bear witness The hypocrisy is all I can see White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop a plea That type of shit make me stop and think We in chronic need of a second look of the law books And the whole race dichotomy Too many rappers athletes and actors But not enough niggas in NASA Who give you the latest dances, trends and fashion? But when it comes to residuals, they look past us Woven into the fabric, they can't stand us Even in white tees, blue jeans and red bandanas [Chorus: Nas, Flo Simpson & Both] America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention This is not what you think it is America (America, Americaaaaaa This is not what you think it is) [Verse 3: Nas] Assassinations, diplomatic relations Killed indigenous people built a new nation Involuntary labor, took a knife split a woman naval Took her premature baby, let her man see you rape her If I could travel to the 1700s I'd push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite through your covenant Love to sit on the Senate, and tell the whole government Y'all don't treat women fair, she read about herself in the Bible Believing she the reason sin is here You played her, with an apron like, "Bring me my dinner dear" She the 'nigga' here, ain't we in the free world? Death penalty in Texas kill young boys and girls Barbarity, I'm in the double-R casually Bugging how I made it out the hood, dazzle me How far are we really from third world savagery? When the empire fall, imagine how crazy that'll be [Chorus: Nas & Flo Simpson] America (Americaaaaaa, Americaaaaaa) America (Americaaaaaa This is not what you think it is) America (Americaaaaaa, ohh This is not what you think it is) [Outro: Nas] AmericaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black President[Intro: Barack Obama] They said this day would never come They said our sights were set too high This country is too divided, too disillusioned To ever come together around a common purpose. They said [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can change the world, the world, the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 1: Nas] They forgot us on the block, got us in the box Solitary confinement: how violent are these cops? They need a early retirement How many rallies will I watch? I ain't got it in me to march I got a Semi to spark, the game's in a drought Public housing, projects, cooking up in the Pyrex My set, my clique, either getting money Or running from homicide trial, that's if they ain't died yet Trying to be rich, still I'm pledging allegiance A predicate felon, a ghetto leader Lending my poetical genius, to whoever may need it I bleed this from Queensbridge, now living with my feet up Never defeated, so a president's needed You know these colored folks and Negros hate to see One of their own succeeding America: surprise us and let a black man guide us, uhh [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 2: Nas] What's the black pres' thinking on election night? Is it: "How can I protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights?" Every other president was nothing less than white Except Thomas Jefferson had mixed Indian blood.. and Calvin Coolidge KKK is like: "What the fuck?!", loading their guns up Loading up mine too, ready to ride 'Cause I'm riding with my crew - he dies, we die too Yeah, but on the positive side I think Obama provides hope and challenges minds Of all races and colors to erase the hate And try to love one another, so many political snakes We in need of a break, I'm thinking I can trust this brother ...but will he keep it way real? Every innocent nigga in jail gets out on appeal When he wins, will he really care still? I feel [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 3: Nas] Say a prayer for "Do we have to?" You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor In love with a slave master Sincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper Ask around: Bentley coupe off the Richter Bitch called "Life": I pimped her, what Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter Deacon for defense, progress-producer Nothing on the stove, a survival-booster Gotta do what we gotta do We ain't got no governors coming through to help Anything we need done, gotta do for self New, improved JFK on the way It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again We ain't falling for the same traps Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at McCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that People need honesty [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Outro: Governor Bill Richardson] It is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce The next President of the United States - Barack Obama {*crowd cheers LOUDLY*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Way[Verse 1] Word to Will, buried in his Fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up, nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose drawers A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss Guns under my bed, mask and a flashlight Livin' my life like everyday's my last night Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug Mommy told me from weed I would switch drugs To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack on? Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms Boppin' to The Supremes, smokin' joints That's cool, but I'ma live how I want [Chorus 1] (I did it my way) from crumbs and roaches and rats (I did it my way) convertin' from hustlin' to raps (I did it my way) from break dancin', backspins on the cardboard (I did it my way) to bulletproof Bentleys, Gats in the car door (I did it my way) never gave a fuck what nobody said (I did it my way) they hoped that I failed and wished I was dead (I did it my way) if I fuck up, it falls on me (I did it my way) I lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat [Verse 2] Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers Jacuzzi's, Gucci soap, throwin' cash in the air Though I still feel broke with millions in the bank And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat And just to think some would die to get what I got They think it's a lot; in the blink of an eye, you could get shot Niggas is wolves, comin' if you ruthless or not But I be on point, put you in places where bodies rot Never knew murder 'til I seen my man get popped No blood soakin', layin' there, eyes still open I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm He was lookin' right through me, yo, starin' beyond I wonder what he saw: the limos, movies and tours? Did he die in vain or represent for the cause? Now I put his name on everything I'm involved And that's the game; y'all can't relate, fuck y'all (Ill Will) [Chorus 2] (I did it my way) from the crumbs, roaches and rats (I did it my way) convertin' from hustlin' to raps (I did it my way) I call it how I see it, niggas (I did it my way) if you don't like it, so be it, niggas (I did it my way) I make my own rules, do my own plans (I did it my way) gangstas do what they want, suckers do what they can (I did it my way) takin' sacrifices, kid (I did it my way) you only gettin' one life to live [Verse 3] Yo, hoes in my focus slow me; roll with the brokest homies Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scoldin' my foes who phony From blocks where coke'll feed you, and cops is over-evil They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesel Her-on and blow, it ruins minds, knew a crew one time '89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time In just two years, their crew disappear Snitches and bitches smeared the paint on their pictures Years back, I reminisce and remember Sittin' on wood benches gave me splinters Just a baby nigga thankful When them killers came through, guns out, movin' I thank the ones who said "Shorty, go home, we about to be shootin'" [Chorus 1] (I did it my way) from crumbs and roaches and rats (I did it my way) convertin' from hustlin' to raps (I did it my way) from break dancin', back spins on the cardboard (I did it my way) to bulletproof Bentleys, Gats in the car door (I did it my way) never gave a fuck what nobody said (I did it my way) they hoped that I failed and wished I was dead (I did it my way) if I fuck up, it falls on me (I did it my way) I lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Ain’t Hard to Tell (Stink Mix)[Produced by Dave Scratch] [Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining Hit the Earth like a comet – invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazing Cause in my physical, I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] The Buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille, it ain't hard to tell I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik Jam like a Tec with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magnetize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze like her-on in your nose Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell [Verse 3] This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep, well let me try again Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, giving mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packing like a Rasta in the weed spot, vocals'll squeeze Glocks MC's eavesdrop though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep I never fail Nas' raps should be locked in a cell, it ain't hard to tell [Outro Scratches] The type of lyrical terrorism I presentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Drunk by Myself[Intro] Uhh, uhh, where am I going Where am I? Yo, it's ill [Verse 1] Yo, my wife's tired of fucking me Life tries ducking me Luckily I find 'em just at the right time MAC in my right arm Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión Watching my life go Can't do myself in Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit Buck-sixty who wit' me? My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner conscience Telling me that I ain't shit No matter how much cash I sit with Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain To replenish my adolescent brain Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is To maintain, bitches playin' games Niggas snitchin' I ain't saying names But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang Lost so many close niggas Drunk, almost crashed I'm going too fast Highway patrol will just flash Lights in my rearview If they stop me I hope they lock me Instead they speed ahead Yo nigga watch me [Chorus] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand Trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead 'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone Drunk by myself [Verse 2] Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves Can't tell them niggas nothing though Bullets wake 'em up well Take them to hell Stick up niggas once ran up on me My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me I ain't your mark homey It's hard to look straight My foot on the brake Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes Could hardly look both ways Put out the haze blurry vision Think about the time in my life before I was in television Hella women Jealous niggas up in my vision Since we all hood niggas expect kilos For what they not seeing is police expect Rico Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated Windows up blasting A/C going wherever instinct takes me I hate it when I'm like this The bottle's my accomplice [Chorus] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand Trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead 'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone Drunk by myself [Verse 3] The reason that I want to be alone Tired of all the things that went wrong That would have went right if I would have did it on my own Take another swig The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down Not knowing who to trust, rumors about niggas coming through Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again To keep my mind off that weak shit There's love through it all Things to live for I swerve, almost crash into a wall Think about the good Find myself laughing Turn the cell off, no way to be reached Know I'm near my crib Tryna see my way through the streets Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip Bring my ass to the crib I'm tired... [Chorus] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand Trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead 'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone Drunk by myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Silent Murder[Produced by Live Squad, Lo Ground & Top General Sounds] [Chorus] {*whispered*} Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder [Verse 1] It's sort of like the conclusion to Color Purple Niggas is losing, confusion, with one-time on pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit Cop versus the block, shorties is schooled quick Lesson number one: If you're arrested and hung Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer The violent words of a Prince in a Palace of Persia The cognac plurger, plus the trees But who's the foul one to make his nose take a freeze? And got enough gall to rock ice in all hype Used to be a general, but just lost his stripe Pipe dreams and white fiends and all-nighters Collect calls from lifers, Astoria wars with Cypress Since I got a problem with the law-writers I kick some more items just to explore horizons The palm lady dreamt of this day So I'mma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay [Chorus] {*whispered*} Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder [Verse 2] They say the arms of Nicky Barnes would be enough to blast A lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz? Fuck what they teach in class, I'mma reach the mass Strap up, no back-up, it's jungle tactics Living practice, out-of-line niggas get smacked backwards So wear it if the cap fits, folded up money and mad clips Are stacked right under my mattress To smoke a nigga like a Hughes Brothers motion picture Niggas getting open, crews roping older niggas April fools, they laugh, the jokes on the benches Seeds outside, my nigga spoke on his sentence [Chorus] {*whispered*} Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder [Verse 3] My right-handers never play too close to cameras It's night time, scandalous, circle the loud gamblers Peace-making niggas pep talk The Beast making niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew Time to get this loot countless 'Cause, son, it ain't no youth fountains Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanians are took hostage Locked up inside a linen closet, known for spending pies up What's the flavor when your neighbors do jake favors? Locking real niggas down and letting fake players Roam around the projects, it's lyrical logic I dilute, the weak can inject the right composite When plotting on murderous schemes It seems, I'm ghostly called by the essence of Queens The palm lady dreamt of this day So I'mma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay [Chorus] {*whispered*} Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder [Outro] And Cain killed his brother Abel When God accepted Abel's offering and not his Abel's offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God And Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder Drove him to murderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m a Villain[Produced by Jae Supreme] [Intro: Nas & Jae Supreme] Yo, Nas, whattup? Yeah, whattup, kid? What goin' on, Ill? I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from You know what I'm sayin'? Alright, kick it [Verse 1] I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' I'm rollin' with a mob and run from the cops Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks A marijuana addict, if niggas want static, they had it 'Cause I flip just like a acrobatic I'm always on the corners rollin' up Sess When I dress, it's never nothin' less than Guess So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack I got it goin' on, my knuckle game is strong Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on Army certifieds, keep a Rent-A-Ride Strippin' mad hoes and kick 'em to the side See, I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder Start a lot of shit and shoot at out-of-towners At every block party, I try to catch a body All for props, tell your pops call the cops See, now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black I keep killin' because I'm ready and I'm willin' and I'm a villain [Hook] What? What? Wha-a-a-t? [Verse 2] I got beef with the President and still lovin' it Tryin' to make plans to overthrow the government It won't work 'cause niggas don't believe enough They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff Around they wrist, you don't like the sound of this rebel But my country doesn't want me They'd rather hunt me, but you'll never catch us all While you fuckin' with the dealers, we'll be stickin' up the malls Full of anger, all about danger Pullin' out my banger, stabbin' up a stranger I hear Walkie-Talkies in my sleep And use a whole lot of slang when I speak Walkin' with a vest, the projects is where I rest And the streets keep me stressed Starin' at your face, wait for you to make a sound That's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up All in black and put you in a box A hard rock with a .25 in my socks Aimin' at your temple, so take the diamonds off your hands I'm buckwild like Billy Bear and Ganz Prince of pistoleers, words are crystal clear And this you should fear The maniac keeps killin' I'm known as a outlaw 'cause I'm a villain [Hook] [Verse 3] I keep bullets racin' out the barrels of a Magnum Put 'em to sleep and leave the doctors to tag 'em A outlaw, although I never wear a holster In every town, you see my face is on a poster Hear so many gunshots, my eardrums should pop Eyesight should stop from seein' mad niggas drop To the concrete, I got police puttin' chalk on the street And this is done once a week I'm out to kill like Navy Seals I'm crazy ill, and what I can't do, my .380 will I never play with a AK Because I'm fine with a .9 and if caught, I'll do lesser time Sometimes, you gotta plan shit and understand it See, I'm a bandit whose hand'll itch Without a gun in it, Nas is runnin' it I stay blunted, I'm the project's most wanted My voice is like magic My cassette is the clip and your radio's the Automatic So when I'm in your town, duck down Or take fire, whatever you desire But I'm on point, you might miss Never fight this, you'll be sightless when I strike this So roll the dice, I'm stoppin' the bank It's ill how I got the pen droppin' the ink No one can stop this apocalypse on your record player A method layer, so run and tell your Mayor Nas the parlayer, you better say your prayer I'm the New York City slayer I play high-post and then lay low Parlé slow and wear horns, not a halo And keep killin' 'cause I'm a villainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Warrior Song[Intro: Nas] Uh, if I can teach somethin' so be it And hope somebody learn somethin' from it And give it back [Verse 1: Nas & Both] They can't break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith is with Satan They mistake me I'm filthy Rich off the ghetto medleys, so now they wanna dare me It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty Middle Passage I made it I'm from the land of David The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets Y'all bunch of backward gangsters Y'all signin affidavits Snitches with smiling faces, got you blowin trial, I hate this Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried Kind of weird and it's scary All my years have prepared me What I fear is my temper, I see clear to the center Right through a man's soul Straight through his eyes, straight to his heart I'm still alive, how did I make it this far? 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way, uhh [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (definition of a warrior) Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum [Verse 2: Nas] Like King Nasir fightin' the British regime I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost and they broke Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid I'm askin', what would you do at your own mom's funeral Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but I can't keep still I can't go on, responsible for so many Her last days at the hospital Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy She raised me in the projects alone Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body Got me ready to body somethin' quickly Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls To the kids with no parents at home, grab a hold [Chorus: Alicia Keys] This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior song) Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum [Verse 3: Nas & Both] Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful If you was me all this pain I'm feelin' would bend and killed you (I'm a warrior) It only made me stronger But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya Sometimes I wish I was dead But I took heed to the cause (I'm a warrior, yeah) 'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go Every single night I pray And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way, uhh [Chorus: Alicia Keys & Nas] This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior) to my warriors Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (definition of a warrior) Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum This is a song, for my warriors (a warrior song) Warriors, baby, KrucialKeys! Braveheart y'all Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior (definition of a warrior) Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of my own beatin' drum [Outro: Nas] This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion To everybody that lost their mother, their father Rest in peace moms! My mother's last words: Never give up A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war Love ya girl, y'know keep marchin' Yeah yeah yeah, you never give up To all my warriors, haha Braveheart, Braveheart Definition of a warrior, haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Made You Look (Remix)[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Jadakiss] I need it from the top Ahh! This is history, baby Commissioner Steve Stoute Lenny, ha! God's Son, what up? D-Block, what up? Bravehearts, what up? Yeah Yeah, yo [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Yo, ain't nothing but trouble, God, when I kick in the door With D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double-R Don't make me let the machine off This is methadon' music that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix, with me up on it I copped your shit; now, I break weed up on it, and Everything is real I see Like my niggas that been home, but they only got a jail ID I helped the game, it ain't help me I'm top five, dead or alive, and that's just off one LP, and I still buzz, they feel cuz 'Cause they know the flow's ill just like Will was I'm just tryna make sure that my sons wealthy Out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss, coming through the hood In a Aston Vanquish, the color of dandruff They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him Cop P the turbo soon as they uncuff him This goes out to all of your mans Why put you in the verse when I can put you in a coroner van? D-Block! [Hook: Nas] They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Getting big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Yeah, woo! Getting big money, playboy your time's up We just getting started! Oh! Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? Luda! Let's go! [Verse 2: Ludacris] I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows Where Xs mark spots and kitchens mark Os (Woo) Where love's gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas And our bullets give you a deep-tissue massage (Ah) So hear a song and dance while I make these ends You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins (Ah) They shooting! Look in the barrel! (Woo) Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald Or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom We in that A-Town Journal as violent goons You should print my information (Yeah), quote my rhymes And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times I'm just the victim of society, it's 'Cris the Menace With more shit out on the streets than evicted tenants, whoa! [Hook: Nas] They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book (Ugh) Gettin big money, playboy your time's up (Ugh) Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? [Interlude: Nas] Jungle! Wiz! Nashawn! We got 'em scared, look! We got 'em scared, they running! [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit, the burner The heat, the toaster, they twist you, you meeting your owner The banger, the hammer, the flamers, I aim at the cannons And can you, manhandling you, you'll be famous, I'll cancel you And cut, that's the end of your movie Pretending you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me My tennis shoes Gucci, old school, pea-soup green Jean Lee suit on, Veuve Clicquot champagne Friday the 13th, my CD drop I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock, I'm Jason, call up PD Watch them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn Ill Will, Rasta, Lake, never revealing his face on— TV or pictures or even them niggas Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone We shooting! Squeezing them triggers with Luda beside me Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed sent to Styles P Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him We made y'all look, from San Quentin to Rikers Island to Green Sing Sing...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy U Wanna Be Me[Intro] Uhh, oooooh baby, baby Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah [Verse 1] Now slowly, thinking of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street, it's so fucking pitiful First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (ho) Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha) I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches Can't keep they hands to theyself no more I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a [Hook] Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be me son, I'm the one and only But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concerning this mic profession, turn your direction [Verse 2] You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy It's childish; should I have to resort to violence? Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album And show you how to stay off my dick That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky, I'm your fucking C-section Plus I'm the last real nigga alive Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high Realize, how many classics I gave you Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you [Hook] [Verse 3] You can't be me, I'm trying to walk a straight line Why they trying to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts At the Player's Ball, Brioni suits, y'all birds watch As real millionaire, shit'll take place Evil as Hitler's hate-race people This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan Is not to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC reach for your pens and papers Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior? Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at? Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me If I ain't crying laughing, to the lions, throw your ass in What the fuck was you niggas thinking? Guns'll clutch if I get a inkling that you coming for the kingpin But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha Take me out, try try try, but you [Hook] You can't be meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thief’s Theme[Intro] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo, I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets, niggas Little kids scared cops, with red dots Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors Going back like black and white TVs with pliers Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em, and the P now got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen It's frightening [Hook x4] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with [Verse 2] I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef Started '87, with the shotty in the sheep Three-quarter length, beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain Got ill up on the train Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein Might've pushed you on the tracks Deaf crack fiends who can't speak, scream noises Cause she bought a jum of soap from one of my boys It's just another day in the hood And I'm with some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them pile, then we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino going And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life For the thieves who come out at night [Hook x4] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Come Get Me[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] And as a special treat this evening I have asked America's foremost young poet To read his latest poem for us [Scratching by DJ Premier] "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "We-we-we came a long way" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"* [Verse 1] Yo.. Yo.. yo.. Power and crime, the thugs slinging powder and dimes Twenties of D, is yo' niggas wilder than mine? My niggas bust nines, puff lye and stick up cowards For they shine, you resist, then you push up flowers I'm like Luca Brasi, Vito's best hit-man That's "Godfather" shit, back seat, next lit plans Revolvers spit, I'm too tough to bargain with And you don't want the God to pull up the cars that's sick Arms and wrists is lit up, Queensbridge Kings Plaques, awards, applause when I do my thing Streets is black as midnight, the concrete gray With stains of blood and germ and piss all day Come on the ave, get sized up, plus appraised Duck and pray that my guns don't bust your way Niggas with names, living off reputation Sometimes gotta remind you ain't nothing changing [Scratching by DJ Premier] "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him"} [Chorus] If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love we can take it there [Verse 2] You don't like me clown? Now you wanna take me down? If I bring my face around, you gon' do what? You butt Your crew knew I blew up, I been shining - baseball diamonds Dick rings for your chicklings Niggas know what my nine pearl handle's about Fuck you say girlie mouth? Get it krunk like the Dirty South And I know you see me flossed out, multi-milli-i Hear your bitch talk about me, you give her the cold eye? Girls dig you, imagine what she feel for me? You make hot songs, but she know you steal from me Who ill as me? I wild on haters in album three Next level - I take y'all niggas to 3-D Can't find a nigga shook from Queens I'll be with the most grimy killers (what nigga) and they all look clean Who put bombs underneath cars, if you want beef then start Your next stop is to the graveyard [Chorus] If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love we can take it there [Verse 3] You too feminine to kill again, jail got you soft You talk but you scared to go back up North Keep your face twisted, but you don't really want nothing Talk a bunch of shit motherfucker and stop fronting You don't wanna flip again, and sell drugs again Be on the run again, catch you at the Comfort Inn Shoot up your door, bust in on you and your whore Put y'all in bags, clean the blood off of the floor So play tough, I want y'all to get out of line I got nines, every color shape and design I sent killers every race to put one in your spine Two in your ear, get your crew, who do I fear? Nobody never get involved and none of 'em dying I think like you do, roll with about two irons Catch me flying, high in the aircraft wining - and dining, you die, then we laugh, you bitch-ass The rich ass, they gauze up, your stab wounds While I'm getting head, in a Lear jet, bathroom With all my goons, all my ice, and suitcases Full of paper, not money it's bank statements The Illmatic that explains how we rock Yachts and co-ops, we buy the hood and sell you a block [Chorus] If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared If you ill come get me, 'cause I ain't running If your gun's off the hook then we'll both be gunning Come get me if you real, 'cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love we can take it there {*scratching by DJ Premier*} "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "We-we-we came a long way" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"*} {*scratching by DJ Premier*} "Ladies and gentlemen.." "Ladies and gentlemen.." {"Hydro Drops" weed skit follows}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Won’t See Me Tonight[Produced by Timbaland] [Intro: Nas (Timbaland)] (What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon) Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real? (Say what?) 'Cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (C'mon) You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh) 'Cause it's real out here (uh-huh) So make up your mind, 'cause I ain't got no time Y'know? (C'mon) [Verse 1: Nas] I'm the most wanted baby father, save the drama We toast when I wine and dine ya -- all you need is me I won't stress you but bless you Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual Can't forget how I met you; You thought I was a boxer Prince Naseem But I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens And when I gotcha - you riding with me You keep asking, "When do you have time for me?" I'm never free always on the move, business oriented Lifestyle expensive, attract women You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me Check my car for rubbers, but quit trying Before you find what you looking for and get to crying You always saying what you gon' do if you catch me lying [Chorus: Aaliyah (Nas)] You won't see me tonight You won't see me tomorrow I'll be gone by daylight (doubt that) And you'll be so full of sorrow (yeah right) You'll go tell all your friends (that's right) How you called and I follow (they know it) But you won't see me tonight (you don't believe that) No you won't see me tomorrow [Verse 2: Nas] Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister I feel no guilt when I twist ya Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha You got your name on his lease, copy his keys That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig piece Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady You page me, when you got the day free But I be out with my peeps in them system Jeeps You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites Like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doing his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely But I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby [Interlude: Aaliyah and Nas] Call you on a Monday I'll call you back baby Call you on a Tuesday My cell is off baby Call you on a Wednesday I'm out of town baby You won't be back 'til Thursday I'll page you back baby Call you on a Monday I'll call you back baby Call you on a Tuesday My cell is off baby Call you on a Wednesday I'm out of town baby You won't be back 'til Thursday I'll page you back baby [Chorus: Aaliyah (Nas)] You won't see me tonight You won't see me tomorrow I'll be gone by daylight (doubt that) And you'll be so full of sorrow (yeah right) You'll go tell all your friends (that's right) How you called and I follow (they know it) But you won't see me tonight (you don't believe that) No you won't see me tomorrow [Verse 3: Nas] Thinking of me, you getting the chills Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels Give me a call and my voice give you butterflies in your tummy Tell your friends you in love with Nas, not his money And I'll prove I'm a man of my word - handed you furs Iceberg, everything on this planet Earth a woman desires You make a good wife to most men I know I got you open But -- you just my close friend Get it baby [Chorus: Aaliyah (Nas)] You won't see me tonight You won't see me tomorrow I'll be gone by daylight (doubt that) And you'll be so full of sorrow (yeah right) You'll go tell all your friends (that's right) How you called and I follow (they know it) But you won't see me tonight (you don't believe that) No you won't see me tomorrow [Bridge: Nas (Aaliyah)] The God, the God, the God, Nasir (you won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (you won't see me tomorrow) Nah nah (I'll be gone by daylight) (And you'll be so full of sorrow) Uhh uhh (you'll go tell all your friends) Tell your friends (how you called and I followed) How you followed me (but you won't see me tonight) Not tonight baby (no, you won't see me tomorrow) C'mon, c'mon c'mon Tomorrow, what Daylight, ghost [Outro: Timbaland (Aaliyah)] Say what, say what Yo (You won't see me tonight) You won't see Timbaland tonight baby Ohhh, or Nas Esco', check it Let it ride Let it rideEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Favor for a Favor[Intro: Scarface] Yo Nas I don't think they wanna fuck with this Gangsta shit, fo' sho' Danger, danger Check it out [Verse 1: Scarface] It's on, and once again I bring niggas the rough Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched Hit in the darkest alleys, where the Super Sports rally Beatin' up the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Comaneci Now dey a motherfuckin' see me They try to breeze me, but I got niggas in New York Comin' kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee Game over, he with my man came over To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggas why we here [Verse 2: Nas] Nuttin' but the New York to Texas connection Nuttin' but some real shit, what y'all expected Spaz out, some times dreamin', think I'm awoke Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain My, Houston niggas, come through for niggas Scarface get a call and we shootin' niggas Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business Tryin' to make future figures, we two of the illest, what? [Chorus: Nas] You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it [Verse 3: Scarface] You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin' cap Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information Bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back Cause when it come down to the come down; I'ma pull the motherfuckin' plug on him Walk up to his face and then gone Set a example, send these hoes a little message: They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it Leaded, I pull these capers all the time With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin' mind Him and whoever standin' by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go" And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die He fin' to die, throwin' up his own blood With a slug in his motherfuckin' mug I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor [Chorus: Nas] You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it [Verse 4: Nas] A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose To his wake we send a wreath that explodes Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes Attack 'em like Freddy, then we toastin' over spaghetti I share withcha drama, you share with mine That's how we killin' two birds at the same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin' Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa [Chorus: Nas] You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it [Outro: Nas] A favor for a favor A favor for a favor A favor for a favorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life We Chose[Produced by L.E.S] [Intro] To my niggas.. huh.. We all we got.. Let's hold it down though, y'know? However it's gon' go down This what we gotta deal with, y'know? Yo.. [Chorus] It's the life we chose (uhh), where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know (uhh) This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out, is death or going broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo.. (But yo..) this life is the only life I know... [Verse 1] Uhh, uhh, uhh Gold bathtubs, making love to my Queen Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rolling up green Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine Closets, full of rockets and sub-machines Take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides Mr. Chow both coasts with the most loud toast Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dying 'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealing with science My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it They never know we enemies until they hear me say it Til they kid's on the phone saying, "Please daddy pay it" Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence It's strategic, how these niggas want you to think You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink You get showered by lead, coming out with your mink Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico It's hard fucking with niggas you hope you can trust You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what? Shit is devious, ex-friends wanting you stuck [Chorus] It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out, is death or going broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo.. This life is the only life I know... [Verse 2] Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough? He wanna stick you What's love, you got beef? Nobody rolling with you What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the ear? What's real, when you know your man's girl is a ho And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her befo' What's real, when you talk behind a man's back Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that? What's trust, when they separate your case When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man? And he never crossed you, but you claiming he's fam'? What's trust, when you get bust, your niggas don't retaliate? They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day? God forbid one of my niggas get hit, I'ma go haywire Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire But everybody's different, you won't know how you react Til you in that position, and that's an actual fact The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong? You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90 On your deathbed you regret being grimy What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised around drugs 'til he's old enough to bust slugs? Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse When he come home to catch another case? Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it You did it, heaven or hell or prison Who knows when your clock'll stop ticking, get your weight up Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya You getting older player, look at those who gave up [Chorus] It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out, is death or going broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo.. This life is the only life I know...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Killed It?[Verse 1] Look here see, Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn that was my jam, now she's on the lam She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden legs there makes off with the dough I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher "He said one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker They say her old mans a bootlegger Transporting in any weather and at this rate we'll never get her" Fellas, think it's time to call it a night All this talk of this mystery dame's getting me tight Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right Hate to spoil the party, "What are you guys havin', the same? Waiter another round for the gang." It's strange how I always felt outta place Joe the Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face So I said "See you later." 'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver on my waist up Between the patrol car and the gray truck Behind the street lamp was a silhouette White gloves and a real long cigarette What do you know all this time she's got me in her scope She spoke, says, "The devil got you guys by the throat Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence That's the reason why Eric B. is not president." [Break] Well what do ya say Ya see? Ya see? Ya see? [Verse 2] Look here see, I know you got soul you're trying to hide it How did you kill a man out in Cypress One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin' She says, "Walk this way, I'll tell you a children's story." We hit the bodega got her a few 40's We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy The truth came out as we got to her suave house Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch I said, "It's gettin late, come on, give it to me straight Who's ya sponsor lady?" She says, "Bill Gates." What are ya born '77 or '78? She says, "Nah it goes way to an earlier date Slave times," claims the slaves said rhymes But she fell in love with some fella named Clive Who? "Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave The Bronx.", now she shows me the cash I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt She said Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc [Break] Ah-ha! Ah-ha! [Verse 3] Listen up sweetheart now we gettin somewhere As she's talking, she starts vanishing in thin air But before she dropped the money bag on the floor and died She said if you really love me I'll come back aliveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy QueensBridge Politics[Verse] Talking to this cutie on FaceTime Trying to figure out if she gon' give me that face time I don't wanna tour, I wanna chill with my son more Teach him about Egypt and tranquility Critically analyze black lives and respectability Why Prodigy mural get vandalized? Why Prodigy? The project politics obviously Demagogue democracy, in the fog I see the Mobb represented into the light Back to the source where all energy comes Your enemy, dunn, was internal A disease that needs a vaccination Plagues black seeds The industry ain't as friendly as it first seems When you dream of drivin' your whip to ya house in Florida Keys On behalf of me and Queens and all of the Gs Bandana P will always stand as tall as the trees First things first, this should be understood Queensbridge, just ain't any other hood It's music, legacy is incredibly high pedigree I don't mean this disrespectfully alphabetically If it's hard to swallow and the credits of B street singing this Bernard Fowler He sang with the Rolling Stones, background for Bootsy Collins Marley Marl's advanced raps sound perfect timing The early '80s, we babies, Pebblee Poo dropped The beat was crazy and Marley was changing hip-hop Then Marley and Shanté caught a body, UTFO She cold, "Roxanne's Revenge", she was 14 years old Then came the Juice Crew and the who's whos G Rap, Rakim and Kane, beats made in the Q-U I was probably playing with .32s in the lobby It's Queensbridge over everything and everybody I wish the 'book never came out And everything got straightened out Before you left, I saw you, it was all love Except we needed to build more and get things correct Now I gotta accept it, 'cause there's honor in death Wish you was here with us P [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shout out to Havoc, shout out to 'Pone Shout out to Jungle Shout out to Jeff Shout out to Big Lord The big dog (Lord) Free Bar, Spark (Bar, Spark) It's a lot going on Free the kings It's a lot going on man, it's heavy Goodfellas man Prodigy man It's heavy man We need to lighten it up To all y'all, my brosEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lost Freestyle[Intro: Angela Bofill & Nas] In our younger days we were so in love And the thought of losing you was enough Can't lose me [Verse 1: Nas] Who be the holy prophet, they watchin’ with all his posture? His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to Be from the '80s era His tint is shade Carrera, Queens forever Green pipe seats, clean Panamera Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies Can’t bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer You enterin' a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya My Panerai watch glows like Avatar Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all Takin' from a rich man plate? Kick in his door 'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor The first shall be last, that's just universal law Pop the cork, the Perrier-Jouët pours, like this [Verse 2: Nas] Uh I tell a story of a prince life and all his glory It's killin' me softly Somber like the buildings in Fort Greene Hood monsters and niggas who walk mean Hood niggas and they just came home and they grip they chrome Can you hear me, is this thing on? Test, one, two, gimme some feedback if y’all could feel it For the home invasion dudes that be robbin’ dealers Picture me runnin' inside they crib, rollin’ wit' ya Mask on the face, tyin' up the sister Lookin' for the bricks to get richer Smackin’ up the dude with the gun, take the jewels and the funds A dirty game when you servin' 'caine Got feds to watch, hoes to watch, checkpoints and roadblocks Police barricades, batterrams Doors off the hinges, wake up flinchin', who ratted, man? Knew who it had to been, states, feds and housin' added in Every department searchin' your apartment Ransackin' it, found four ratchets DEA jackets, we gotta escape the madness Haha, yeah, escape the madness Yeah, through the eyes of Pablo That's how I'm lookin' at you, there's an obstacle in everything It's all natural, I'm keepin' it pilin' Keepin' heat with the silencers Learnin' Greek and Italian, speak with kings while dinin' Good with hyenas, meanin' it's hood when it's time for ridin' Ties with suppliers from my days of the projects Where I resided, a phenomenon With the ambitions of a rider Pretty amazon on my arm, nigga, I'm the flyest The flyest, haha, yeah [Outro] Lemme hear thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Are You[Intro] Hudson [Verse 1: Nas] Heard you got your master's Did college up, never looked back, now that's what's happening And it's good to see you made it out the hood With a degree, a true man with passion Now you could enter the so-called "White Man's Society" And go right past 'em Looking in the Wall Street Journal for your face But it's always absent There he go, that's him Eating flan and ambrosia, watch on his arm, golden, laughin' Try to get his attention, but he's flinching Guess my grimy clothes threw him off, so I mention We were neighbors some time ago He was kinda cold, in this restaurant, full of his kind and more He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know His side of the city where he resides, so I had to go, I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes Hate so-called "intellectuals" No balls, he suggests we vote He stand all proud, speaking to correct his folks He want to lecture folks 'cause he professional And he suggest that we don't sell dope And I guess it's true, but who the fuck are you? [Chorus: David Rainer] Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna tell me who I am? Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not? Tryna tell me what I'm not Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am [Verse 2: Nas] I'm Idi Amin, I'm Marcus Garvey H. Rap Brown, I'm Muhammad Ali I'm Reginald Lewis, George Washington Carver I'm Nas with incredible music, let's do it Thinking of a master plan Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster Watching niggas argue, chillin' on my bar-stool With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand With a girl named Pat She more than a waitress to order your drink with She divorced a banker and bought the bar She got an automobile, she give an order to kill You get caught and robbed, we could see your walk is off You could lose your rhythm when you outta the gutter for a while You easily go to soft from hard Now we all about hustlers, number runners, hoes and sharks And we all know the code of the block And you talking some gibberish, anti-nigga shit 'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks? Brother, don't start, go build your Noah's Ark You could float to the end of the world, and pretend what you not But I know what you are While I roll in my car, and I'm spending my knot While my enemies plot, you ain't out of the shot Matter of fact, you're an easier target And I respect everything you accomplished But I hope I never get old and talk that nonsense So who the fuck are you? [Chorus: David Rainer] Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna tell me who I am? Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not? Tryna tell me what I'm not Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am [Outro: Nas] She Queen of Nzinga Winnie Mandela, Ida B. Wells Why can't you tell? Why can't you tell?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Carry On Tradition[Intro] Yeah, niggas want to talk about this rap shit Niggas want to talk about this money About these cars, these homes, these labels Clothes, sneakers, big money shit Now everybody trying to get rich Now get rich niggas, fuck it [Verse 1] Some rap pioneers be them crackheads When they speak, you see missin' teeth Silver chain with a silver piece Niggas your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs, talkin' about they ain't paid And they hate you, ‘cause they say you ain't pay dues And [Sylvia Robinson was stealin' and robbin' them] I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred The Jewish stick together, friends in high places We on some low level shit, we don't want niggas to ever win See, everybody got a label Everybody's a rapper, but few flow fatal It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables [Chorus] When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you, then you go to fight Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry On Tradition When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition [Verse 2] Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards With their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode Do anything to get in the game, mixtapes You spit hate against bosses; hungry fucks are moralless You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists Niggas, I could've wrote your shit I had off-time, was bored with this I could've made my double-LP Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus Still came five on the charts with zero audience The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit Y'all got awards for your bricks – it got good to ya You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits?! WHAT? [Chorus] When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you, then you go to fight Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry On Tradition When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition [Verse 3] Now niggas got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us The live-in-the-park sound versus the studio state of art sound. We on the charts now From British Walkers and Argyles Look at us rap stars now, with our black cars now Fortune 500 listed, brunches, Cipriani's Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up Because I'm what? Every dime lust We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up If I want that or the whole world to peep it Now carry on tradition Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin' Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em, I promise I carry on tradition [Chorus] When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you, then you go to fight Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry On Tradition When you rep what we rep, then carry on traditionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Country[Intro: Nas] American born, American raised, American made [Chorus: Nas] My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) [Verse 1: Nas] Ayo, it's packed on this Rikers bus The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso On the streets I was invincible Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killer Mother's a dope fiend embarrassin' me All in front of my friends In the street smile with no teeth I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3 Why didn't my folks just die in this society Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry [Chorus: Nas] My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) [Verse 2: Millennium Thug] It is I that step up Me that don't give a fuck, you that foe, then it's all over soldier Hummers and Range's through the desert Fuck a 20-inch, long as we got gas and we got water Troopers lookin' for manslaughter I gotta get back, for what they owe Shoot 'em in the back for the get back Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag Forget the life had, now we all rebels Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble And debris from the earth as we knew crumble Yo you could see the sea And the stars look closer to me I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back, but yo [Chorus: Nas] My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) [Verse 3: Nas (Millennium Thug)] Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape How is the war And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns Clean fun, shootin' dudes with fatigues on Anywhere is better than this It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares I know the warden is readin' the scribe (But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business) Courts, lawyers and jails We all slaves in the system, I'm 'bout to rebel [Verse 4: Millennium Thug] There's not a bitch in sight Or block bench, or black gate Or gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent Now it's state of the art I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart What a bloody mess, a slug fest I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin' You know I'm spittin' mine I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win Every time I hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say [Chorus: Nas] My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) My country shitted on me (my country) She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) 'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) 'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) [Outro: Nas] This goes out to Che Guevara; A Revolutionary destroyed by his country Just trying to fight for what's real This goes out to my nigga Malcolm El-Hajj Malik Shabazz Just trying to fight for what's real This goes out to Martin, all about peace and destroyed by his own country This goes out to everybody in the whole world Just trying to fight for what's real To Patrice Lumumba; Just trying to fight for what's real and destroyed by his own people This goes out to my hood niggas Coming up everyday just trying to survive the only way we know how But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now So ain't nothing gon' to stop us now To my country, to my country, my country, my country...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Foul Breeze[Verse 1] Amazin', man, got a letter from a Asian fan He asked, "Was I black, was I gon' play Japan soon?" Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower, got dressed Old school, powdered my neck I give, but I'm selfish Tattoo of my chick lips on my pelvis Well, it's the pubic part, excuse me, y'all I think that I became musical Way before rap, I did wanna be the tap dance kid On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now FYI - for your info Insects splattered on the bike window Had a innuendo Just last night, don't know where it came from Guess it's from a past life Am I charismatic enough? Does my charm reach people that could make a change? If I shoot with straight aim at the positive target And swooed 'em to make a deposit into my account Would that be progress? I doubt [Chorus] Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me I just can't figure it out Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know Somehow it's related to me And now I'm frustrated, 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard On somethin' that's just too plain to see [Verse 2] Savoir faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear About to have a monstrous year Livest spot, yeah, err' night, deep Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth C'est la vie, I'm engaged But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me And they wrist is froze, like toes on bodies in the morgue That was put there by the squad Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq', tell the DJ, spin it back {*Beat reverses*} Yeah, somethin' like that Uh, it go savoir-faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear I'm about to have a monstrous year Livest spots, err' night we deep Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth C'est la vie, I'm engaged But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me The wrist is froze, like toes on a body in the morgue They were all put there by the squad Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track Like Arthur Ash on the tennis racq', tell the..., nah Everythin' I be in Creme de la creme, from the linen to the gold front rim Cold stuntin' Take a look around, what you found? Like Masta Ace, tell me the world's a faster place High school students will slash your face In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin' Computer rage is real Get excited when I'm walkin' 'Cause I'm used to dark shades and a limousine tint Business managers scare me half to death When they tell me every month what is co-being spent [Chorus] Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me I just can't figure it out Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know Somehow it's related to me And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard On somethin' that's just too plain to see [Verse 3] I don't like when my girl try to pull a MC Lyte Jumped out the whip, through the train, leave me like D Nice They say we used to resemble each other Both last name Jones so we must be brothers My yearly salary suffers 'Cause I hate work, no play, Mick Jag' lane And I rock parts in my hair that are hotter than yours Horizontal lines, designs your barber can't draw Posters of Nas on the barbershop doors Entourage, security galore When was the last time you rolled by yourself, superstar? Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart I'm awakened by my own screams Lucifer masturbated in my dreams It means somebody's gonna get fucked in the worst way And none of y'all hoes is touchin' my wordplay Janitors and men with eighty mill both feel the same grief The men at work, blue collars of the old men Shinin' shoes with shoe polish go through the same dramas They wish for a better tomorrow I thought only five percenters are conspiracy theorists Thinkin' what the New World Order thing is But everybody does The fear of the planet is contaminatin everybody's blood Triliteral, Democratic parties Anglo-American military alliance Studied at Oxford, scholars, they watchin' NASDAQ, Dow Jones, got the world stocks in a shamble Procter and Gamble Toxins demand you understand who plans to jam you Some random thoughts by the candlelight in Paris As I struggle to be savvy [Chorus] Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me I just can't figure it out Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know Somehow it's related to me And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard On somethin' that's just too plain to seeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Revolutionary Warfare[Produced by The Alchemist] [Intro: Nas & (Lake)] (Uh uh huh, lets go, yeah!) Uh, ghetto children singing (singing, what up?) See they eager to learn (uh hum) How to become the next world leaders, Bravehearts [Chorus: Nas] Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here [Verse 1: Nas] Book one, strategy, tactics, techniques Look dumb, but massively notice the weakness In all them, gotta shoot only if necessary Homie vest is very real if enemies carrying heavy steal Beware the thugs who ain't scared of blood or jail time When Aryan nations ain't having integration We so blind, the beauty of life Was when my mom said nigga you could be Christ I wasn't old enough to hold my dick and pee right "Jesus", what is he like? I picture him standing with diamonds on him Little different from the way my mommy saw him Practice your aiming, physical training in difficult terrain and Test your endurance, try to keep your stamina banging Splitting dutches up, strap up, the armies is school Teaching smart ways to kill, I'm thinking Gandhi was a fool The chronic's a fool, got me thinking out loud, fuck it Sleep on my drunkenness I'll blow your brains out [Chorus: Nas] Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here [Verse 2: Lake] My revolution is as real as Bobby Seale's I build with dudes and cribs worth a quarter mill in Dix Hills For fishscale, to cop guns, the time come I'll mask up and get my comrade off the bus Fuck the beef, I'll snatch your seed from Chuckie Cheese And feed him to the rats in the back of the P's Black fatigues and AR-15s on the sofa 50 inch flat screen, Louie Vuitton holsters My motions don't appeal to appellate divisions I did it strong for 7 long years in prison, fuck the system I'm like a modern day Hitler Black gorilla, Crip and Blood in one nigga Only killers know my face I beat a case for shooting at the police, nigga, the name Lake Though simultaneously the street revolution 21 gun salute the new Huey Newton [Chorus: Nas] Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here [Verse 3: Nas & Lake] Teach y'all women how to hold the family down in case something happens to it's fathers Protect the children, grab revolvers The women plays important part of our life force So what we fight for, my heart goes to you, beautiful wife in war Uh, and listen more and talk less Watch all and trust none, demand your respect And be ready to die for what you believe in And ride all the time not just when convenient Justice and freedom, wisdom and understanding We the lost children of Israel in this western world region You ain't a man, you a coward if you can't support the girl you put a seed in Strong rule the weak, but the wise rule the strong It's more to a war than just getting it on Conceal your form, cover your tracks, stay prepared I don't care if no one's spared in.. [Chorus: Nas] Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off here Revolutionary warfare, it's all fair in love and war For the cause, I gotta take you off hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tanasia[Chorus] Tanasia, Tanasia If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore? Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor [Verse 1] Truck jewels, big stacks, mustard boots Construction on her feet, she eat duck confit I shoot up the club whenever I hit it raw If she have a baby by me, I'ma love her more Brings food to the crib when I'm laying low And she know how to roll weed, but don't smoke Chinese massages, wifey, no side-chick Go sight-seeing with the god Playing cards with my dad, frying chicken for the mob Simply Lemonade, raspberry for the wash, gosh She know who tryin' to rock her to sleep to get to me Give 'em the side eye when she see 'em in the street Her brother locked up, he doin' ten up in the beast He's short, he comin' home and she hyped for his release Fly her to Hollywood, watch flicks from Nollywood Like hydraulics, she ride the wood [Chorus] Tanasia, Tanasia If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore? Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor Tanasia, Tanasia If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore? Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor [Verse 2] She edu-ma-cated, she said she related to the Asian Ethic persuasion, the sex is amazin' Never bought her a Birkin, my night-time nurse May be more like a surgeon, nice on the eyes, I put that work in Back when she was on the same block that I would service Said, "It's straight," we need a place up in Jamaica Estates And she was like, "Oh no" in a silky Kimono Said the streets, the snakes, plus Governor Cuomo Flashes out the window, people takin' my photo She knew I wasn't gon' be no husband, I be a no-show Leave her standin' at the altar, bro, I couldn't falter Plus that Nigerian blood mixed in her culture Body like she Evel Knievel, on the soul cycle Lookin' like Janet, dance like Michael She knew I wasn't cut from the cloth to be a Czar Now she hit the town with the legal Escobar, she's my— [Chorus] Tanasia, Tanasia If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore? Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor Tanasia, Tanasia If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore? Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor [Verse 3] We fresh outta the Met Gala, express power Exude the essence of best-dressed for the next hour Toast glasses, velvet ropes, no trespassin' Hella smoke, our section has the best fashion Picture us laughin', how ticklish the money has us Like little kids, but the difference is we'd much rather Be ghost, back in the crib, some avocado toast Laid-back, we choose that over Amalfi Coast Chillin', startin' to think about children And bringin' 'em in the world with Kim Jong illin' But since I'm feelin' what I'm feelin' and she feelin' what she feelin' I'm willin', she's willin', we buildin' Every man originated in Asia One continent, Africa was a part of Asia Here we are, in this Western Civilization I believe that we was destined to make it [Chorus] Tanasia, Tanasia If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore? Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor Tanasia, Tanasia If you're not from Queensbridge, then you must be from Asia Never knew a love like this before, who said you was just a whore? Where you walk, love, I kiss the floorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Poppa Was a Playa[Produced by Kanye West & D-Dot] [Intro] To my nigga Brought me in this world Ha, that's right, nigga [Verse 1] My ol' dad important to the family structure, provider, a God My moms a queen, that universal team civilized us My pops maybe was late, but always came home My moms would put us to bed, and she would wait on Soon as he walked in the door, she barking I turned down the Johnny Carson Jumped out the bed, we grabbed both his legs Me and my brother, not knowing the pain he gave my mother Night after night, fighting, yelling at each other My poppa played the street all day Mama was either home or at work While we playing inside the hall way She sacrifices all she got to feed us When she was alone she cried by the phone Peeping out the window, heated But still, I didn't see it, mama hid it from us We was kids, younger, 'til we got bigger, on to Bigger things, that we knew what the time was That daddy was leaving his crib and my mom's love [Chorus] Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of The pretty brown round, running round town "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down" Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of The pretty brown round, running round town "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down" [Verse 2] So many kids I knew, never knew who Pop was That's why I show my pop love 'Cause he was still around when I popped up He could have left my moms pregnant, shook to death, but stayed Watched me crawl 'til I took my first step, to the first grade To my first fistfight, right behind me, he would stand No matter how big or tall, he made me fight you like a man Throw dirt in ya eye, swing my right, scoop your ass and slam He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing Next thing you know he packing, so then I asked him "What's this white shit on that plate and your face? And, Poppa, why you butt-ass from the waist And, who's this lady I'm facing? Dark skin, you not my mommy!" He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me Promised me things that he would buy me If I kept my mouth closed and don't tell Mommey He said one day I'll understand— "Little me, what's in you is inside me" [Chorus] Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of The pretty brown round, running round town "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down" Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of The pretty brown round, running round town (Ugh, my nigga) "(Shhh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down" [Verse 3] Pops told me hold my own, Pops told me value home Could I help it, "Papa Was a Rolling Stone"? Who loved the pretty brown round, out-of-town-bound Trumpet in his jazz band, he touring At home, I played his latest recordings And it's strange how I do my thing now, I'm in the game now Inherited his brainpower, to pull strings and gain power Our weed habits the same now No white lines, or trumpets, just tight rhymes And beats that's bumpin, 'fore he left, he taught me something A child's young years the most important time to be there That's why he stayed 'til we grew up, respect is still here I'm older now, see what having a father's about One day they can be in your life, next day, they be out It's not because of you, you know the deal Him and your moms feel If they stay together, then someone will get killed I love you still, always will, 'cause that's my nigga Although you felt you was wrong, I still feel you, kid Life goes on...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Can’t Stop Us Now[Verse 1: Nas] From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we Superfly Made Gucci the shit, Louie too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums full of Black Panth's and triple OGs Aunt Jemina hoes, historic horse shit Girls from long time ago, stagecoach with the horse, kid Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets Sip moonshine, so-called coons, shines, and darkies I love y'all, pyramids to cotton fields To Wrigley Fields, forgotten men who did get killed Crispus Attucks, the first blasted Peace to the rich lady purse snatcher shot in the back I know your hunger kid, I know they hung your dad Burnt ya mama crib, I know that hurt you bad Minstrel shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold We act like we home, matter of fact, we are home Bad attitudes, octoroon skin tones Slave food turned to soul food, collards to neck bones Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass! [Interlude: Eban Thomas] As James Baldwin says: "You can only be destroyed by believing that you really are What the white world considers - a nigga" [Chorus: The Last Poets] Ohh, no matter how hard you try You can't stop us now (oh, no matter) No matter how, hard you try You can't stop us now (no) [Verse 2: Nas] Can't be stopped Yo, on Dateline, the other night they showed hate crimes Gave a blood time cause he fought with his canine Bestiality, humane society Go to China, see how they dine, see what they eat Better yet, ask PETA, whoever, which animal makes suede? If not for suede, would you have survived the Dark Ages? Cannibal ways of the ancient Caucasians Stare you like you're steak tartar, pinot noir David Star on the chain of Sammy Davis He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers Now we gettin' our papers, they try to censor the words And stop our money comin' but you can't escape us - haters [Chorus: The Last Poets] Ohh, no matter how hard you try You can't stop us now (oh, no matter) No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now (no) You can't stop us nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jarreau of Rap (Skatt Attack)[Intro: Nas & Al Jarreau] Melody, harmony, melody Melody, harmony, melody, steadily Melody, harmony, melody Melody, harmony, melody, steadily [Verse 1: Nas] Everybody's not gon’ get you but keep going I be cruising 40,000 feet like I'm a Boeing Doubting me, they said I would have no longevity Instead I'm steadily repping these fundamentals I assemble these sentences ’Cause someone said that I've been unadventurous I've been uninterested, learning life is what matters Chill, I'm the humble bragger I could son a rapper, every one of you rappers Vámonos, I be running you rappers Adios, I don't see none of you rappers All of y'all under me rappers I need to golf, need a day to relax Get a massage, Al Jarreau on the track Al Jarreau of rap, made the Mets hat More famous than Strawberry, y'all know this already [Chorus: Nas] Here's our symphony A measure by measure, a pleasure of harmony, melody Here’s the memories I used to play 40th and Vernon every yesterday [Verse 2: Nas] Had a lot of losses It hurt a lot losing cats but it was worth it I gave a lot, giving back still I catch heat ’cause I'm black and I’m ill And I'm real and made millions and they in they feelings They can't hide it I don't internalize it, I ignore it I was taught to observe it Not absorb it, so I don’t absorb it [Chorus: Nas & Al Jarreau] Melody Married to harmony One in the same [Break: Nas] Taking over all My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling Taking over all My reverie stumbling, stumbling, tumbling, fumbling [Verse 3: Nas] Evolution of a man and his music The ill fill of harmonic symphonic acoustic My Wikipedia just said it, I'm multimedia When you rock O2 arena You made it then it's crazy and now you gotta rock stadiums I played it some where you tuck away and play the cut Then they front Then the shade come, they try to say that your day is done [Chorus: Nas & Al Jarreau] Melody Married to harmony One in the same [Outro: Al Jarreau] Here's a melody, I used to play counterpoint every every yesterday Here's a melody, I used to play counterpoint every every yesterday Melody Married to harmony One in the same Melody, memory, melody Melody, memory, harmony, steadily Melody, memory, melody Melody, memory, harmony, steadily Taking over all My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling Taking over all My reverie stumbling, tumbling, fumbling, fumbling Melody, memory, melody Melody, memory, harmony, steadily Melody, memory, melody Melody, memory, harmony, steadily Melody Married to harmony One in the sameEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Definition[Intro: Brucie B] Yes Something new from my man Nas This the world-famous Brucie B We call this one "The Definition", haha It's that vibe Get your groove on, step, clean, ya know what I mean? All the way from Queensbridge, my man Nas Something new, here we go (Hit-Boy) [Verse: Nas] Yo, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil Traffickers, African Latin, wire tappings Here come the people, run my people, they don't treat us equal I'm talking the law for me, freedom is illegal Tape telephone conversations, what kind of nation Got three hundred million people they investigating? I know they're tryna watch me, a Russian oligarchy Politically, it's principle they try to stop me Powerful people will silence you, they try to mute you Unethical ways put you in prison, try to roof you Our youth is dead to us, they called us superpredators Stupid words from the President's mouth, where are his editors? Antarctica is 65 degrees Global warming, they don't wanna believe And they're hanging people on trees And what the fuck is up with Gayle King? A black male, a female thing, a failed thing Journalism or internalism Shirley Chisolm wouldn't play the victim Eartha Kitt woulda been finished with him Top of the charts, guarded my heart, playing my part Sun rising but they want us to stay in the dark Scorned woman wanna slump me, to fade me to dark King's disease, I cure this shit with my art [Interlude: Nas] The definition of King's Disease Well, also known as rich man disease You ain't gotta be rich to get it Just doing too much, you'll get it Gout, uric acid levels up high Get you some lemongrass Some cherries, alkaline water [Outro: Brucie B] Haha Tell a friend to tell a friend My man Nas It's the world-famousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life Is What You Make It[Intro: Nas] Yo, Ill Will, Ruff Ryders What what, straight like that [Verse 1: Nas] You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga A weed head, a coke sniffer You rich or a broke nigga Know you all relate to this shit that I wrote niggas Lots of my mans trapped up in a max Penitentiary, sending me letters I answer back That eventually, we all be Bentley'ed out Throwing campaigns, fuck it I'm running for White House My niggas control Senate, pipe seats, Jeeps tinted Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day So I'm on point, strapped, prepare for gunplay Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar Ready to blast, nigga gave me daps said I feel ya Can't believe how my life changed From the hood, the first time in my life I can say I did the right thing [Chorus: Nas (DMX)] Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh) [Verse 2: DMX] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what) So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh) I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up You wanna joke nigga? Laugh when you get blown up (come on) See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real) Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what) Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on) Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum shit Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night Now what? (what) Realize that you ain't got shit (uh) Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit So just peep the flow yo, 'cause you already in this Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh) [Chorus: Nas (DMX)] Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh) [Verse 3: Nas] Make history before you go Fuck the misery, you living po' we gettin dough Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?) Time is valuable Low and behold the young, black, and powerful Got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid'ness If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best Prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first Nor the last, nigga, let's get this cash, nigga [Chorus: Nas (DMX)] Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh) Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gon' take it (uh-huh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Make the World Go Round[Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, laced at Macy's, don't have it, a hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around, or I'm wasting fabric I don't feel greater 'til my plush pieces, cause you to suck your teeth So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging mean nothing Women dream I'm your husband I'm Alex Pushkin, the black poetry-writing Russian, ice disgusting I started bling, how could you question my direction Or my Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-stepping You hate me, should thank me, but lately I burned so much trees, I keep environmentalists angry I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder Y'all livin' trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi Vivienne Westwood, I'm good Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood Dre & Cool, we riding heavy, NY to Miami cause [Chorus: Chris Brown & Nas] We make the world go round Now let's toast to the hustlers We make the world go round Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round [Verse 2: The Game & Chris Brown] I see the haters on the floor jocking my swag I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside a Polo glass Model bitches rolling grass, Escobar unfolding cash Toasting with my entourage, went from robbing armored cars To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage We throwing red dice at the Mirage I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad (We The Best!) Big pimping, top down chrome spinning "Top Gun", Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen No [censored], just Romo You tryna shine, I put the nine on your jersey for promo Jessica Simpson, that's so-so Nick want his (baby back), but that's Loso Tell Hawaii Five-O to catch me at the Pro Bowl On the field, diamonds choking the jockey on my Polo CB, let 'em know though [Chorus: Chris Brown & Nas] We make the world go round Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round [Bridge: Chris Brown] We make the world go round From my town to your town We on top, no stopping us now We got Patron, the ballers two stepping Ladies on the floor and all 'em two stepping From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping (From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping) So iced out, it's easy to point them haters out [Verse 3: Nas] We start with Bellini's and end with Patrón shots H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart Alife tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store with bags Worth a hundred cash shopping Violence only when have to, have to to swell you up Prefer peach Schnaps, Perrier-Jouët, a vanilla dutch Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet, bet that 300 carats the average up on the neck, black Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche Top down, new fashion Seeing me's like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera light flashing And I'm laughing, my plaques' from album sales Y'all is ringtone platinum but ninety-nine cents adds up I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track What! [Chorus: Nas & Chris Brown] Now let's toast to the hustlers We make the world go round Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go roundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We’re Not Alone[Intro: Mykel] Where there's life there is water We depend on Mama Nature There's a message for tomorrow Everything connects to you Some say soon it will be over You can see it in the weather Out of tune with Mama Nature What you do comes back to you [Chorus: Mykel] We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone [Verse 1: Nas] Uhh, uhh Confucius, Confucius, Sigmund Freud And Farad Muhammad, is it evolution or God? Searching for the truth is a threat Seems the closer we get to the truth State Troopers or Feds Come out to silence you, my house in Malibu probably tapped Cause living next door to Demi Moore, plus I'm black Plus I want vengeance for the poor who's attacked daily Patriot Act never scared me Jake in the Taurus, sticky in the jar-as Niggas I'm with got warrants America's browning, 20 years from now every town'll be brown and Latin An African looking Manhattan I'ma tell you what I seen with my three eyes Word to me, not a hoax back in '99 A spacecraft in the skyline In L.A. in daytime, ask Horse if I'm lying [Bridge 1: Mykel] Every mother every father Raise your sons and your daughters With respect and with honor From the seed comes a fruit It's an unbroken circle All of life is universal And we're all in the struggle If I know one thing is true [Chorus: Mykel] We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone [Verse 2: Nas] Evidence remains in debate Documents of our own Air Force base Additional terrestrial information Other planets with life population, my observation Scientists study pictures of a flying disk Right on earth anthropologists are finding shit Visitors probably live with us, they can mimic us It's sort of what we're seeing in the cinemas [Bridge 2: Mykel] Take a look in the mirror And see the bigger picture It's good to be alive (It's good to be alive) Nobody is an island We are part of an environment Only way we're gon' survive Is if we harmonize [Chorus: Mykel] We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone [Verse 3: Nas] Reginald Lewis, the black billionaire Before Oprah, Bob Johnson, how'd he disappear? Conspiracy theories, UFOs in the air I've seen it with my own two eyes, and I swear Like Warren Buffet, real money I'm just trying to touch it The diamond encrusted shit, live illustrious Cause we was deprived of it, suffered Now we pop to prove anything's possible My pimp strut was invented when they whipped us Now we diddy bop just to show you that our strength's up Just when niggas 'bout to see they cut Global warming about to burn us up Niggas never really seen paper in this world American blacks, the teenager of this world Give us 20 more years to grow up, already geniuses What I mean is this I used to worship a certain Queens police murderer 'Til I read the words of Ivan Van Sertima He inserted something in me that made me feel worthier Now I spit revolution, I'm his hood interpreter [Bridge 2: Mykel] Take a look in the mirror And see the bigger picture It's good to be alive (It's good to be alive) Nobody is an island We are part of an environment Only way we're gon' survive Is if we harmonize [Chorus: Mykel] We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone We're not alone [Outro: Nas] Ayo I'm American born, love America Love my people, love all mankind, all nationalities, you know I think it's just recently where everybody just started to feel Like there was an elite group that runs everything And everybody else was sheep, ignorant Making all ethnicities, colors and creeds Niggers, blind to what really is going on So I say take off the wool from your eyes Out with the old America in with the new End all racism, all injustice, all oppression to poor people Any people anywhere in this planet Let's come together: a new day is risingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pussy Killz[Intro] Uh Crazy (crazy), ah (ah) Yo pussy kill me... Huh (huh).. yeah (yeah) yeah.. Huh, huh, huh, huh.. [Verse 1] Pussy killed me when I was born (What?) Pardon me, I'll rephrase it: departed mommy's womb decaying I look at the bright side The fact that I got a life side Born '73 - September right Nas? (True) Virgo child, the first thing I learn is money makes the world go round On this small planet, it's ten women to one man; I wonder how we manage To say vows and walk a straight line in marriage Niggas is some nasty creatures (word) Bitches even nastier, they throw at your boy and it's hard for me to pass it up Freaky hoes lick a nigga's ass and nuts Stupid bitch bragging 'til her baby dad went nuts (stupid bitch) Now he looking for me, two cars deep Rolling up on nigga's, barrel out the window, asking, "You Nas peeps?" I can't have that, two four five, nigga grab that Pass it to me, sucker-for-love niggas I blast at I swear my dick is gonna get me in trouble I pissing bubbles I thought I felt a sharp pain, better stick to rubbers When laying hooker after hooker, day out and day in Watch out for diseases, the doctors can't name 'em Just a thought: we all fuck the same chicks Some play like they innocent, fucking entertainers And basketball players, the bitch is a ho But still some of y'all a save her, put your dick in her throat You just the nigga that done wifed her (huh?) She drove you crazy, now your monkey ass wanna shoot the pimp that pipes her She had your baby, (damn) now you a life-er And suicide notes you write her, pussy kills [Chorus] Oh what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Backs shots keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy kills Oh what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Backs shots keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy kills [Verse 2] My nigga James got married, same girl he went to school with Nice girl, nerd with glasses, he was too stuck Studied for her Masters, part time nurse I'll tell you how superb the ass is, but who's looking I mean that's my man, maybe I just took a peek Maybe I wondered what it would be like, sike 'Cause James and me like I was with AZ like Luke and Han Solo Fucking with niggas' girls' forbidden, that's a no-no It's death and we real niggas, civilized Gods And their ain't too many niggas like Nas, I'm trust worthy Plus I know a dude that caught his wife cheating Killed his baby, killed his wife, and took his own life, even Happy for James 'cause real bitches hard to come by This nigga found one, I told him he's lucky, we clown some Rolling up dutchies while watching Roy Jones in round one, he froze Put his face to the TV, 'bout an inch close Move out the way nigga, fuck's the matter with you, you blind? He pointed to the front row, thought he was loosing his mind She 'posed to be with her sick mother, left for the weekend Was stressed when she was leaving Now she's next to some nigga, cheesing He's having trouble breathing (gasping for air, coughing) He pictured 'em making noises, grinding him and kissing him Yelling, "Ain't no telling where her lips have been!" Left her foul messages, she came home no lesser than Ten minutes later, then they start wrestling and screaming She said she missed her flight that evening She never left, she wasn't at that fight, you speeding That's Vegas, this is New York, you bugging I held up my hand for a dap but he wouldn't touch it I'm like, "When you started acting like that? This is dumbness." Gave me a crazy look and started swinging punches I ducked, couldn't believe it, the nigga so whipped He got his gat and started squeezing, hit two policemen Neighbors dialed 911, they heard the thumping Wounded cops kicked in the door and started dumping Me and his wife dip to the floor she smiled strange My comrade was breathing no more, they killed James [Chorus] Oh what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Backs shots keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy kills Oh what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Backs shots keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy killsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Star Wars[Produced by Large Professor] [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] For niggas up in they mom's crib listenin To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was them Instead of, me on this track on this beach with palm trees Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package And they was into dope back then Numbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpin But it's small change compare to hip hoppin And did I mention millions because of lip poppin Trips expensive gift shoppin whip drivin Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got one It's shockin you thinkin naw it's just rhymin But all this time it's like organized crimin For instance, there was a time when there was a line Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya The government watchin all of those who thuggin it They wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin it Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass The shots ring out, whenever we clash it's Star Wars [Hook] We call it Star Wars What happens when the shots ring out, Star Wars We call it Star Wars [Verse 2] Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken Catfish no snails simple nigga to please Met a bad bitch dimples in her cheeks She remembers Busy Bee battles when it was peace Caught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thought Niggas was raised off the shit I record Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott LaRock in the jams Why would they fuck with a don, Jehovah witness Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built It's nothin mother had a motherfucker I don't think about it niggas talkin there's a lot of gossip That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot? Yes Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris Y'all niggas roll with any click that's winnin any crew Doin whatever's trendy, even they leave me too Ain't enough room in this town What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars [Hook] Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out [Verse 3] This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police Not what you read in tabloid seats These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it Because the game was supposed to be sold, we live it Came from the streets we the voice of the youth America's nightmare was given a mic booth Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars Rappers not dependin on your nine to five jobs Entertainment, this is our world this is our language Different regions speakin east and west gang shit You got your positive shit like, Common Sense But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube Acknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rules What you think is different from the block whenever we feud Fuck your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs Don't trust bitches and niggas who tell you your all of that Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin it's safe To run in your release party sprayin the place Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the door Behind you with your seeds in KB Toys store Maybe the words get disrespectful now your niggas check you You 'gon let that nigga play you, you know we 'gon rep you Next mornin every news channel and front page Headlines another rapper was slayed, this is Star WarsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Beautiful Life[Intro: Nas] Peace y'all, yeah This one right here goes to my most loyal, loyal, loyal, loyal ones You for me and me for you We see things alike We live alike, in truth [Verse 1: Nas] The craziest things already happened, get me Could tell you 'gon be laughing at me or you laughing with me? My baby's mom made a book about me, she tried to out me In Barnes & Nobles new release section she's confessin' Now the streets guessin' the beefin' started over some woman Couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth Was she looking for fame? yo I hope she got it Since then I been the object, gossip people tried to target All women should bid For keeping real fathers away from their kids These rappers talkin' real shit I lived How many been married, divorced, their ex lady wildin' Hires a lawyer, judge awards 'em monthly eighty thousand Stevie Wonder sent me word that he was in my corner Blind but still sees the pain of a young performer Used to be my rib thought it was 'til death do us She married again and I'm wishin' all the best to her Got me looking for my mother, all I see is suckers She lookin' over me now sayin' don't trust 'em Come on I'm livin', I don't need many to pray for me Her bad, she wanna keep the kids away from their dad Tell you lames something, spit some game Planes carry me to Madrid, Spain, so why complain? When you place blame, then you're defective When you take blame, then you're respected You gotta give me credit [Chorus: RaVaughn] Woah Life is good, I must admit it Woah Ups and downs, we've all been through it Woah Ain't no other way to do it Woah Life is good, it's good, it's good [Verse 2: Nas] Uh The craziest things just happened to me, get me So now whatever happens next it probably won't affect me How many people owe the feds, keep it real especially If you an artist in this music game, the smartest ones get abused for their change And my life is sex, super stardom, and stupid cash So unpredictable not aware you could lose it fast I signed my own checks, swore we paid the IRS Somebody's stealin', I swear to God Tsk, for now, I invest To my incarcerated team who got life It's not right but you still got your life Rest in peace to Gil Scott from the kill or be killed blocks Not from Philly but a nigga done hustled them hilltops Commercial pop artists get all the accolades I give a million cash away to be revered like Donny Hathaway Probably not as half as paid as I should be But I stay in some cars and stay in some pussy It's a beautiful life Beautiful life, beautiful life [Chorus: RaVaughn, Nas] Woah Life is good, I must admit it (Yeah) Woah (Beautiful life) Ups and downs, we've all been through it Woah (Life's still good) Ain't no other way to do it Woah (Yeah, yeah) Life is good, it's good, it's good [Verse 3: Nas] A thin line from this gangsta life and rap stuff I can say I never been punked, robbed, or smacked up Proud to say I never been chased, jumped, or backed up Or extorted for my pay stubs Lucky or blessed from what prayer does 'Cause hey, I was riding in caravans with AK's and gloves inside 'em And if I should spare that man who violated my trust I gave him a pass My man called and I value his judgement I let it ride and thought no more of it, it's over So if it's my turn to be on the other side of the gun I'm granted my four leaf clover, no one's leaving me colder 'Cause I chilled and let you breathe, yes Let's go our own ways and let the beef digress I done seen insanity close up, schizophrenia shows up in most us My younger brother knows this Not Jungle, got another brother in PA Spazzed on' em, hurt me to put hands on 'em 'til this day I gotta say I got some fam across the USA Cackalack to Kansas but my mans around the way had contacts They was Spanish coppin' grams and cooking 'ye Willie, Bo, blowing haze, Mayo next door Joe, Martin, Slade, I'm solo these days It wasn't my fault I never knew the time of death and maturity would sever my crew up in New York Barely survived Large, I thank you for teaching me not to pop my letter P's in the booth How to control my vocals and spit poetically smooth Akinyele, you knew I was your brother 'til death Back when you put me on to NiQuay from Lefrak You was a dime, we was nobodies Say what's up to Shameek, send my love to Yadi I pray we all get old if I never again go gold and sell tickets We could all still kick it It's a beautiful life Beautiful life, beautiful life [Outro: Nas] Rest in peace to my brother Talik Gone too soon God bless your soul brother He was wild Some things we just can't explain Life It's messed up how much time get wasted that you can't get back With your kids at an early age First steps, first words I can't see 'em cause you mad Don't put yourself before the babies Don't say crazy things to hurt that man You hurt him enough The good times outweighed the bad When it was good, it was great But because I could see him now through the courts, you mad Okay that's how it is out here That's life huh You see we can't be selfish out here We gotta live and let love Let the light in To the beautiful mothers of my kids And all the mothers around the world Knight, Destiny Life is goodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Untitled[Sample] "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan They were trying to touch on and thieve envy within the leadership But as a general and a man that rose through the ranks through discipline His presence inspired those men with the discipline he imposed on his own life Louis Farrakhan" [Verse 1] Uhh, yeah, wow.. No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me I heard gun shots rang; his bullet's got my name I ain't see 'em take aim, I dreamt this day came 'Cause I stood in the face of damnation Satan spat at 'em, flat out disgraced 'em He want my blood, why me? Why not the fake ones who deserve death, man? Fuck it, I'll take one, 'cause stop me But can't stop a whole nation of millions who feel you deceived them They believe in reparation makes it even So I'm deadly now because of one reason, they listening In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland We getting it in son Another bullet pass by, missed me Wondering who plotting to get me? Alphabet boys still plotting against me To hush me and stuff me in the pockets of history You won't remember why they came to clip me When time go by you'll soon forget me They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentleys Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm guilty Don't let 'em kill me... [Sample] "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan." "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan." "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan." "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan." [Verse 2] Some revolutionaries do live long Am I one of them? Guess we'll know in due time Everybody has rights, can I use mine? Can I rock shine? Can I have a girl that's too fine? Got a swell life, tell me will I lose mine? Every time I turn around somebody new dying Let's start living, À la carte, Escargot Escobar, invest my millions Mansion for the wife, the rest for the children Knowing that they coming anytime But until then, i'm at large till they shoot me Million dollar stones in my camouflaged Gucci Giving you this crack like Pookie To question the system, be the resistance No matter what color you are, everybody niggers Or you can stand by or watch or you can march on with us [Chorus] Some revolutionaries get old although I'm told You'll get a left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me Some revolutionaries get old although I'm told You'll get a left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free Oh, it's just a matter of days before they try to take me...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Vernon Family[Intro] Yeah Yeah [Verse 1] Literally rich since nine-six Still woulda hit a enemy with a TEC in nine-six Exotic material on the neck and fly whips I was fresh out the 'jects, decked out to death Y'all witnessed it, I could fill you with real millionaire shit Escargot, my car fresh from the dealership Esco alias, my escrow grow daily It's the freshest Air Max wearer, yes Ejaculatory depression after sex And that mean after I nut, don't touch me, no questions Unless she's a restless spirit then I can heal it Spend a lot of time together, I know her feelings But you fightin' what the essence of a woman is I respect you, my love's limitless But what are you becoming? You wanna be the man or the woman? Play your position Mornin' or night I'm lickin' the pudding ain't I? Since my days of St. Ides Pullin' out box cutters to bang opps who ain't us To Bentley Continentals, see the man I is Hand-to-hand hustlers always claiming they ran The Brizz The big homies don't approve that Felt and Dirty Red fundin' RK but where was you at? We all tried to move crack Nowadays I'm just showing my age The new goons hardly heard of these legendary names, it's strange The Bridge rappers influenced me, son But if I was in the Juice Crew, we woulda won No disrespect 'less disrespect served to me You a gangsta groupie, gassin' niggas to murder me, nigga? Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family And that's word to Yammy, yeah Deep roots, I ain't have to fake it yet Old solid tree branches ain't breakin' yet A vet [Chorus] Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family [Verse 2] I got the je ne sais quoi, why bother With girls who like to play keep-away with they toddlers? She started with good intentions like a rich pastor Bitch was bad, turned from good thing to disaster Takes forever to build a rep, one second to lose it She put her neck in a noose, snapped it Hangin' on every word she heard come outta cougar mouth, super foul Play your cards right, deuces wild, salute my pals Fathers all around the board goin' through it She got lobster appetites, lots of habits Like frontin' when she need apartment deposits Here's something, get you a starter But pardon my pimpin', I don't sponsor I don't buy cars, I coach you to win, know what? If you broke and your man don't teach you, get rid of him Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon, still And that's word to Will, for real [Chorus] Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family [Outro] Shout to Draws, Spanky, Black Ed, Hands Shout to Shabazz, Wewop and Harvey Rest in glory TJ Killa Black, rest in glory Shout to all the young legends we losin' too soon YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy These Are Our Heroes[Intro: Nas] This ain't for everybody You know who y'all are Yeah you, y'all know who you are These are our heroes, ha ha [Hook: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB Who 'Yes Massa' on TV What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels Cause they said they played they parts well Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well" Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? The acceptable Negro? Hell nah But they say "These are our heroes" [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud But there's somethin' they don't say Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe First he played his life cool just like Michael Now he rock ice too just like I do Yo, you can't do better than that? The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you You turn around then you shit on Shaq Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes He love a little butt crack, got enough cash Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you To do something for the youth, stupid spoof But you let them use you as an example They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full [Hook: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB Who 'Yes Massa' on TV What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels Cause they said they played they parts well Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well" Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? The acceptable Negro? Hell nah But they say "These are our heroes" [Verse 2: Nas] You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it Huh, and in the end we all got dicked These are our heroes, thanks a lot, public school systems still rot Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks Sellin they peoples out, some real folks with clout Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them Nicky Giovanni poetical black female Jim Brown to the people who sing well from Fela to Miriam Makeba The mirror says you are the next American leader So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC But next year, who knows what we'll see? Ha-ha... these are our heroes [Hook: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB Who 'Yes Massa' on TV What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels Cause they said they played they parts well Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well" Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? The acceptable Negro? Hell nah But they say "These are our heroes" [Outro: Nas] Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the... y'know The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard Big up to Tiger Woods Yeah, ya don't stop Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr Y'know, yeah, y'know Taye Diggs, what up my nigga, yeah, ha-ha And you don't quit, and ya don't quit And ya don't stop and ya don't quitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Last Words[Produced by L.E.S] [Chorus: Nas & Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' [Verse 1: Nashawn] I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones Wanna be the heat you feel makin' ya moan Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper calm I'm gonna kill somethin', rap cats be real frontin' Fuck shootin' legs, cock back put his brains on the pave Nigga how 'bout that, close range with the gauge get payed First rapper to shoot off stage Turn the front page the next day, my life is like a book A twenty four hour song without no hook Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug Turn corners when you turn corners, know who to plug Thugs around me outside its grimy outside Better slide before you get bodied outside [Chorus: Nas & Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' [Verse 2: Nas] I'ma prison cell six by nine Livin' hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear 'cause there's no way out I take the sun away put misery instead When you with me most folks consider you dead I saw too many inmates fallin' apart Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin') I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter If the court parole ya then another con enters No remorse for your tears I seen 'em too often When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me Face to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out 'Cause only you and I know what sufferings about Yo it's stunnin' when bed sheets become your woman And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comin' Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you You'll always be my property nigga stay legal... [Chorus: Nas & Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money Over Bullshit[Verse 1] My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies Brrrat! Cars peel, the East Coast cartel Rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of you Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria Dreams of falling in the elevator, passing floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad-luck prayers Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up Sabotaging my makeup, my watches get laced up Even if they indicted Jacob Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough They die and hit Hell from a iron I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist They get sent to your hotel, I'm made in this shit Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about King poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count (QB, bitch!) [Chorus] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (Mourn) Money over bullshit,pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (My own strength, nigga! That's what I'm afraid of!) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (Hahaha) Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength [Verse 2] Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet Thinking about which nigga to target You kill a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs Black TEC on the table, Mag' four-four Black negligée on my bitch, she's at the door Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade, niggas It's fifty ways to dissect the General If I give ya the top five, you will not survive Rule 1: Cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue Rule 2: Thought you knew—don't fuck with God's Son Rule 3: See, matter fact, I just wait If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive Each one of ya guys that claim hip-hop is still alive Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas I said it's dead motherfucker, it's dead, bitch… [Chorus] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (It's dead, bitch!) Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength (My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha) Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength [Verse 3] From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses Laced in riches, cake ridiculous From nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds Vegas, places in Switzerland From 9 blastin' to I don't have to blast mine They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases Five-star restaurant eaters; don't forget who your peeps is 'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you Only if they grind with you or slang for ya Seen niggas live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl Once even gave me a phobia, that I be in a spot trapped like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rollie, y'all [Chorus] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength (My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of, ha-ha) Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength [Outro] There it is, QB, bitch! Yeah… QB, bitch! Yeah, yeah… QB, bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ghetto Prisoners[Intro] Uhh Regulate, nigga Bravehearts, nigga Live for this Some of y'all don't live at all Get yours, nigga Get yours, baby Uhh, yo Yo [Verse 1] As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move A lot of rules, some locked in solitude Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised? The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees May the children come in all colors, change like leaves But hold before you one of those prophetic MCs With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me Each channelin', from past to present times, heaven shines Light on those, innocent to how the world grows Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes And you accounted for, everything that you heard Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise [Chorus] Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. [Verse 2] Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation? One with blind men - not takin' charge of the situation Empty arguments and real conversations needed The world'll need it, to hear it Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb This hurt come from the honest word I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned Find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded To sink in the Atlantic Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but Who decides when and if your life is finished? If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord May we break away from the chains abroad [Chorus] Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. [Verse 3] You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes I give you every second low-priced, if I sold lies; the truth is Time waits for none of you, in fact He can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you Small visions of better life if cheddar was right Lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time Trapped in the slums, beggin' for nuttin' but takin' Headed for nuttin' but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin' Judges is not relatin' to pleas, guns bustin' where the kids play Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes In bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A Around the way where we from Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin' man's past And a newborn's, first time to be here at last And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came Goin' through the same bullshit as our fathers Readin' history, but who's the authors? For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners.. [Chorus] Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Adult Film[Intro: Nas] R-A-W R-A-W [Post-Chorus: Nas] Fuck outta here, second guessin' our love Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club Get a cookbook, you gossipin', watchin' hip-hop and love, uh [Verse 1: Nas] I don't mean to be brass, even a genius asks questions in class Supposed to know a love that'll last Her friends say "Don't mess with rappers", correction I'm Akhenaten, King Tut's predecessor I fantasize, and no mind him, I'm slick with words Tell your girlfriend I flip the birds She don't know shit, I am your neighbor Brother, homie, love, a friend to smoke with I want us to take road trips, fuck that low shit I'm on some more 'everybody-should-know' shit Or let's be real discreet Everybody lies, not everybody Nas So your friend might hate (Ayy) When was the last time her and a man was straight? (Ayy) Just chill, light bulbs dim (Ayy) You are my adult film [Chorus: Swizz Beatz and Nas] Life begins right now Life begins right now (My adult film) Life begins right now (My adult film) Life begins right now (R-A-W) No matter what they say (You are, you are, my adult film) Life begins right now (You my, you my, R-A-W) Life begins right now Life begins right now [Post-Chorus: Nas and Swizz Beatz] Fuck outta here, second guessin' our love (Hey) Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club (Hey) Then pick a good book, so we can both get our knowledge up, uh-huh [Refrain: Swizz Beatz] Life begins right now Life begins right now Life begins right now Life begins right now No matter what they say Life begins right now Life begins right now Life begins right now [Bridge: Nas] The end of your comfort zone is the start of your life The end of your comfort zone is the start of your life You start to get comfortable after you get it right Yeah, you start to get comfortable after you get it right [Verse 2: Nas] Misogynistic monologue what we dialogue Yeah, I'm mature from the chest, and higher North But below the waist, I'm a dog Your girl in heat like cayenne sauce She so sweet, but she kinda lost Like me, African name with a diamond cross But you a strong, stand-tall soldier They lean on you, expecting you not to fall over Like you never feel pressure, like you made of steel So I absorb your pain, I like to see you chill Eight millimeter cinematic celluloid I see us both, little girl, little boy Explorin' the world, similar, virgins became experienced We both like it in front of mirrors, and this shit start weighin' on me Feel your good vibes layin' on me When them light bulbs dim Lemme watch you, my adult film [Chorus: Swizz Beatz and Nas] Life begins right now Life begins right now (My adult film) Life begins right now (My adult film) Life begins right now (R-A-W) No matter what they say (You are, you are, my adult film) Life begins right now (You my, you my, R-A-W) Life begins right now Life begins right now [Post-Chorus: Nas and Swizz Beatz] Fuck outta here second guessin' our love (Hey) Dick Tracy, detective, inspectin' hoes need a hug You need to detect this dick, get your ass out the club (Hey) Then pick a good book, so we can both get our knowledge up, uh-huh [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Life begins right now Life begins right now Life begins right now Life begins right now No matter what they say Life begins right now Life begins right now Life begins right now Hey HeyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Virgo[Intro: Nas & Doug E. Fresh] Yeah, what! You! Uh-huh! C'mon! Yeah (ugh), yeah, what? Ugh! Nasty Nas, Virgo Uh-huh L-L-Ludacris, Virgo Uh, uh-uh Doug Fresh (uh-huh-huh!) As we go, somethin like this Nasir (C'mon! Ugh!) [Chorus: Nas] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand? Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo? Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo? We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl, though (huh) I drop you off at Willoughby and Myrtle Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl, though [Verse 1: Nas] Ugh, she says her life is too hard She says that she wanna come and build with the God Promise me that she gon' play her part (ugh) Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart And, she's damn fine, feet Hammer Time, damn, if I mind Long as the butt bubblin' back in your waistline I don't waste time (ugh), I gotta get-get on it Just you and me, two glasses, silver Patronin' (ugh) In the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes (uh-huh) She walked by askin' me, "Are you Nas?" (Why?) "If you was I'd be totally twi" (What's that?) "Totally with it, T-W-I" Haha, well, here I am, yep, I'm the man Bartender, put a Cosmo in that girl hand (ugh) So, here we standin' before I begin Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem (woo!) Tongue skills, yeah I like that (yeah) Now we on the right track (uh-huh) Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black (brrrp!) Ever since then she been yappin' a track Told her friends, now they hollerin' behind her back, sing! C'mon! Ugh! [Chorus: Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand? Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo? (That's right) Hey girl, just come and hold my hand (uh-huh) Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo? (Tell 'em, tell 'em) We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at Peachtree and Myrtle (Ugh!) Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though (ooh! ooh!) [Verse 2: Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh] Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin' Little cute thing, said, "What's yo' name?" I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain (woo!) Ooh-ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up BLAOW! Ludacris in the how-oooh-ouse! The needle hit the record, they was playin' this song All the ladies hit the floor and it was uh-uh-on (ugh!) Live forever like 'Fame,' let the Leroys dance While I'm laid back, chillin' in my b-boy stance (c'mon!) Could be a little pop lockin' if your girl's top droppin' (yeah) But watch for cockblockin' on my coochie stock options (woo!) But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track Make 'em swip-swap; Nasty N-A-S, pass that Honey in the black cause I'm feelin' her curves He looked down at what I had and said, "W-w-word" (ugh!) Why only serve one when we can serve up two? Then at the bachelor pad, doin' what the Virgos do And these women so shy but get loud undercover So we can have sex but I can't be your loverrrrrr Buck! buck! buck! buck! buck! buck! Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah, SING! (UGH!) [Chorus: Doug E. Fresh] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand? Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo? (c'mon!) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand? Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo? (ugh!) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right!) I drop you off at Two-Fifth and Lex-o (rmmmm!) Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got take your shirt off Seen you convince your homegirl though Ayo, ugh! [Outro: Doug E. Fresh] They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat Virgo crew, baby run the streets So let's go (let's go), let's go (for the beat) Let's go (Virgo crew), it's the Virgo Let's go (Nasty Nas), let's go (Ludacris) And if you don't know, now you know (Doug Fresh!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let There Be Light[Intro] Yeah, check check, testing It's clear out there, yeah It's like I'm hang glidin' over the hood, ha Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no) [Verse 1] Check, let there be light No gang bangin' in New York tonight Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life Turn up the kid mic ‘cause ya'll ain't listenin' right What's all this talk that Nas got bought? I'd rather outline my body in white chalk Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still This is all overseen by my man Will [Hook: Tre Williams] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I know my business, so my sins great And I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate Oh, let there be light! [Verse 2] This ain't to glorify, just painting a street picture There's no guidance or Bibles, just blunts and swishers Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" McGriff, and It's like the same difference except when niggas get arraigned They don't want the same sentence, niggas get to snitchin If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises And bring back the niggas who was livest Old hustlers, reminiscing on better days They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave They used to love us Till we found our own way through the maze New York, set trippin' and flaggin' Got the West Coast laughin' Now Esco's askin', "What happened?" My homegirl from upper Manhattan; she remembers the quarters that's Latin, a lot of rat-a-tat-tattin' [Hook: Tre Williams] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I know my business, so my sins great And I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate Oh, let there be light! [Verse 3] The son of the audio cassette era, TEC wearer Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose Speaker Terror Deman I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive somethin' red Like that horse standing on it's hind legs Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds I wanted bread like Wonder Not Ned the Wino like the parents of Lionel Nas is the Ghetto American Idol No matter what you do you're never getting my title I can't sound smart, ‘cause y'all will run away They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about Ye Like there's no other way for a ex-hustler Cake getter, the ex-wig splitter to touch you, I beg to differ When you're four years into the game We can have a conversation Eight years in the game, I invite you on vacation Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame Only then I let you pick my brain, niggas [Bridge: Nas + (Tre Williams)] [And I] Right about now [And I] (They don't really know) [And I] (They don't really see) I don't even deal with all that garbage (No, no, no) We getting real right, you know? [And I] (Though I walk through the valley) That is Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen [And I] (They should fear no) [And I] (no, no-oh) Focus on good things, man, good times, heh-heh, alright [Hook: Tre Williams] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I know my business, so my sins great And I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate Oh, let there be light! As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I know my business, so my sins great And I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate Oh, let there be light! Oh let it be, let it be, yeah Let it be, let it beEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hey Nas[Verse 1: Nas] The phone rings Another peaceful moment is lost Latifah's chest jingle in Set It Off I press pause in the bed as a king I let it ring 4 or 5 times Answer while I'm puffin' my green It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas" I caught a flashback of her askin' me was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that She offered me dinner under the moon I said, "Sorry I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room" Nine push-ups, strength's gone at the tenth one so why hook up The pimp's gone off the Patron Tequila Put on my Lee's and the original Filas Sedated from L's, 380 cocked, naked ladies laid up in tels Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go Heads turn it's a freak show I need them to know, when will they learn Nas need a queen not a ho to Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies And you can sing along 'cause I'm feelin' ya energy [Chorus: Claudette Ortiz] Hey Nas, how ya doin'? Take my name, and my number Meanwhile, we'll be groovin' But let's take, it, slow [Verse 2: Nas] One for the honies who roll blunts up but don't smoke Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you Double life wife, play with the man that's livin' with you Here's the issue, a woman gotta be stunnin' Get to a man's heart through his stomach You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok If you want barbecue I call Professor and Ak 'Cause you point out my enemies, someone who's into me But not a hyper chick- someone with the proper energy A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies And you could be the one 'cause I'm lovin' ya energy [Chorus: Kelis] Hey Nas, how ya doin'? Take my name, and my number Meanwhile, we'll be groovin' But let's take, it, slow [Verse 3: Nas] Slow is the way Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys Hope and I pray where I run at you run away with me That's if my gun get busy we gotta get outta there Hear sirens jump in the stick drop a Sedan and hide for years Like no one else in the world did this except for us two You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you If coppers bust me it's me you rescue, this to the death boo You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin' As we suck and fuck each other's minds out commission Time's out forbidden Until we pass out, that's when we stop We give it all we got, give it all we got- we hot Give it all we got, give it all we got- we rock Give it all we got, give it all we got You 'bout the baddest thing Since Michael had Billie Jean And Prince gave you diamond's and pearls But to be my queen you must... Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies And you can be the one 'cause I'm feelin' ya energy [Chorus: Claudette Ortiz & Kelis] Hey Nas, how ya doin'? Take my name, and my number Meanwhile, we'll be groovin' But let's take, it, slow [Outro: Claudette Ortiz] I can be, what you said That you need, I can be, all that I can be, I can have your back, baby I can be, what you said That you need, I can be, all that I can be, I can have your back, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Family[Chorus: Havoc] Yo.. Dunn you fam to me, and only family That can get that close to me, keep it type strong Blowing green that's keeping us going Island hopping getting right on them 747 Boeings Dunn you fam to me, and only family That can get that close to me, keep it type strong Blowing green that's keeping us going Unconditional love showing Yo, yo, yo, yo 40th side, 41st side ride [Verse 1: Prodigy] Me and my Dunns come from the slums You can't take the slums out my Dunns And that's how it is, that's how we live Sometimes I find myself wearing the same shit for days Not caring, bout what they gon' think or say I got that, I don't give a fuck in me, it's stuck in me That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggas, y'all too pretty We too gritty, like Sanford and Son Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on See we the top rap niggas, the Q-Dogs You got a lot of nerve, putting out them songs Knowing that my niggas come strong, so let's get it on We just getting warm, operation Quiet Storm Silent wars or we silence the fours Hav, P, and Nas, got it in the smash, fo'sho Now it's movies and soundtracks This is where your career stop at [Verse 2: Nas] Ayo, I drink to that I'm like a dictionary, y'all rappers exam me You violate, they read your obituary in front your family You should idolize Nas in the flesh Don't wait 'til I'm dead, to say I was the best, no doubt We shot hoops with coat hangers, got loot with dope slangers Sold soap to strangers, joked with danger Rob prostitutes, dodge cops in hot pursuit Bought weight from rastas, travel hot routes O.T. commute back and forth Tell shorty get that package off Fuck being trapped up North, being told where to eat and shit Caught a case then I beat the shit D's on the block flash badges, nylon jackets Big white boys with guns yelling, "Freeze black kids!" Got my niggas in the pen, eating octopus Wishing they was on the blocks with us To watch me and P do it (uh), put the heat to it (uh) Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it Bitches, hold they pussies and bop to the music And think deep to it, now who the truest? [Chorus: Havoc] Yo.. Dunn you fam to me, and only family That can get that close to me, keep it type strong Blowing green that's keeping us going Island hopping getting right on them 747 Boeings Dunn you fam to me, and only family That can get that close to me, keep it type strong Blowing green that's keeping us going Unconditional love showing Yo.. yo you fam to me, and only family That can get that close to me, keep it type strong Blowing green that's keeping us going Unconditional love showing Yo you fam to me, and only fam to me That can get that close to me, keep it type strong [Verse 3: Prodigy] Dirty fingernails, reaching in my pocket pulling knots out I daydream of better days, in different ways Out this lifestyle we live, iced-out with the big fifth That's why the burnt leather lean to the left Even though we gained cash on fish I'm trapped on reason being we ain't all rich And I'ma be that same nigga for the door And I'ma still walk the same path, we soon clash We get stacks, you do the math We pound niggas out, walk away and laugh Fresh from out the lab, P and Nastradamus, kid Rap niggas shit they drawers [Verse 4: Nas] Yo they probably did I aircondition y'all niggas, my prediction is you rewind this Your highness, Q-Boro's finest Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich while listening hard To my thugs in the prison yard, bench-pressing 200 pounds and up Feeling like you down on your luck Raise up, I feel your pain, hit the law library Appeal the game, all eyes on me Restrained from, being looked at, it's uncivilized We epitomize thug song, y'all niggas get mad Jealous rappers is puss, ain't got no style No heart and no look, shook Get stole on, my niggas move right in the moonlight Y'all niggas get done, I pee on them son, they a small issue We too official, blue steel pistols Teflon vests, it's no contest, we hit you [Chorus: Havoc] Dunn you fam to me, and only family That can get that close to me, keep it type strong Blowing green that's keeping us going Unconditional love showing Yo, yo, yo, yo 40th side, 41st side ride [Outro: Havoc] Yeah, youknahmsayin' Not for nothing baby Knahmsayin' wanna give a shout out to my peoples YouknowhatImean, Yambo, Ill Will Killa Black, my brother It's never gonna be another, word up.. Yeah, you know how we do dunn, word up [Skit] The future is nothing but a series of probability made up of decisions that we make right now but these decisions leads to certain events into the future and every human being has a capability to determine their own future Some are just more into it than others...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy U Gotta Love It[Intro] Yeah, real conversation for that ass (It's what they want) huh (It's what they want) what you say? Can't hear you man (It's what they want, huh) speak the fuck up (It's what they want) word (It's what they want) [Verse 1] Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now it's loads of baguettes Prefer a MAC-10 over a TEC No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga, light that" Hoes you fuck ask you, "Where your ice at, dunn?" It's all about Playboys when we was young Could only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake Pepsi's, to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If it's ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Chorus] (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh) (It's what they want) (it's what they want) [Verse 2] Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Compulsive, with malice incentives, the foulest of bitches Hunger my riches, her childish wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip and you fold So when your click roll, I let my clips go Niggas on opposite poles I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhumane, living hostile opposed To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, finicky foul niggas See niggas and blacks, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you in jail, chrome objects Hit you in your own projects, it's street-onomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger paining Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting, marinating While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats, they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Chorus] (It's what they want, huh) fuck it (It's what they want, huh) you gotta love it (It's what they want) fuck it (It's what they want) you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh) fuck it (It's what they want, huh) you gotta love it (It's what they want) (It's what they want) (It's what they want, huh) (It's what they want, huh) (It's what they want)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy EPMD[Intro] Hit-Boy [Chorus] EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million [Verse 1] Look, hood theories Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series Gotti ran every union in the city N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie, leadin' like Huey Newton did Nigga, that's how official the revolution is Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack Social media platforms they rattin' on Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon Some say it's Babylon, took the property over since Hampton gone Who said we couldn't get cash this long, last this long? Platinum cars with our ratchets on Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on [Chorus] EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (Oh!) [Verse 2] Murcielago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though Condos in different time zones (Time zones) Way before y'all was double cuppin' the styrofoam Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman's terms (Yeah) Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (Yeah) Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the '80s Buckin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies Killin' niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi') If I sell my masters, I need a trilli' (Need a trilli') It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it) And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies [Chorus] EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million [Outro] Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit) Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate) You couldn't even calculate this shit Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Insurmountable shit Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Uh (Uh) it's too serious (It's too serious)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money Is My Bitch[Intro] {*Kissing*} I love you so much, don't ever leave me, I won't let you leave [Verse 1] The hoe turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love with her I saved that hoe 'cause she bring more hoes She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold Heartbroken, she walked right out of mad nigga's life So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife And I ain't gonna lose her like those other lames did I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big She keep me jig, glorifying medallions Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her cream I lust, now I got her I don't know how to act When she not around, I'm heated, 'bout to lay something flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped [Chorus] My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich [Verse 2] All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket It's so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private You got me karats on my wrist I'm a savage for your kiss Embarrassed when I'm not with you, I'm off guard Niggas always expect to see us two together, stable The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple Don't need no pre-nup 'Cause when we hump we do it up Make sure we both will bust a dollar sign nut Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre Break of day, slinging all night long, fiending to stroke ya Seeing niggas with you I wasn't happy Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow My legal tender, lovely federal reserve note [Chorus] My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich [Verse 3] I won't sell my soul to you What do I owe to you? My cars, my house, my flow to you Screw you, before you Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you The envy me cause I'm with you You floss too much Turn niggas out, one touch For you, my guns bust You always said in GOD we trust It's hard enough to keep counting on you You cheat with government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you I think I liked you better when you were illegal But you had to get professional, musical Now when we fuck we use prophylactic, hard plastic Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick Said you'd give me luxury, when I asked it Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya assets Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me I guess bitches like you just grow on trees [Chorus] My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be richEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Want to Talk to You[Chorus] I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman Can I talk to ya? [Verse 1] Step up to the White House let me in Whats my reason for being I'm ya next of kin And we built this motherfucker You wanna kill me because my hunger? Mr. America young black niggas want ya I wanna talk to the man, understand? Understand this motherfuckin' G-pack in my hand Look what happened to San Fran Young girl hit by policeman Twelve shots up in her dome, damn Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent The Pentagon's from Egypt, government secret The 99 to 2-G computer shutdown, what now Extension on Earth, human cutdown Niggas play with PlayStations, they build a spacestations On Mars plottin' civilizations Dissin' us discriminatin' different races Tax payers pay for more jail for Black Latin faces [Chorus] I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman Can I talk to ya? [Verse 2] I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard, damn Niggas gotta go create his own job Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive Swing a mack to be live cardiac to get high It's the ghetto life, yeah I celebrate it I live it And all I got is what you left me with I'ma get it And y'all combinin' all the countries we goin' do the same Combine all the cliques to make one gang It ain't a black and white thing It's to make the change, citizens of a higher plane [Chorus] I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman Can I talk to ya? [Verse 3] What y'all waitin' for the world to blow up Before you hear this rewind this 4 minutes before we timeless Let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits Let Nastradamus tell us what time it is They try to buy us with dough Fake black leaders of puppets always talkin' 'bout the city budget The news got it all confused lyin' to the public They eyes watchin' stay wise move above it Water floods predicted, hurricanes, twisters Its all signs of the Armageddon, three sixes People reverse the system, politics verse religion Holy war, muslim verse christians Niggas in high places, they don't got the balls for this People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us Mr. President I assume it was negligence But your streets are upside down, I'm here to represent [Chorus] I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman I wanna talk to the mayor, to the governor, to the motherfuckin' president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin' congressman Can I talk to ya? [Outro] Can I talk to you Mr. President Niggas tryin to get with the computers We ain't John Henry Banging down fuckin'..? fighting against the machines We want to be Part of the establishment nigga That's what we are steppin up for Ain't no cartoon out here This shit is real Total Package in this nigga LES in this nigga Ill Will nigga Mr. President wanna keep us from establishment Niggas are american baby American MadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy War Against Love[Intro] Wassup, African? Wassup, African? [Chorus] Yo the Haiti, Barbados, Bahamas, Grenada The war is against love, we under attack Paris, Pyar, St. Thomas, DR The war is against love, who's busting back? From New York to Botswana, London to Guyana To every single African that's on the map Yo, to Mexico, to Cuba, Iceland to Bermuda The war is against love, we under attack [Verse 1] Scientists told us how the Mayans lived Highways are landing strips for planes to land Before the Wright brothers planned aerodynamics Now I am chilling 20 karats like a savage Not embarrassed Buy what I'm copping while I'm shopping out in Paris Parasites try to steal the culture (True) While chem trails and satellites hover over Feds is watching, real niggas ask this is so (Ask this is so) Still the 5th is loaded (5th is loaded) For these lawyers who be ripping soldiers off in court They don't get em all, they just take your money and lie Have you sitting up north (Foul) Study the law (Word) Get your appeal (True) Soon you back on the street the shit'd get real (Facts) They try to kill us off since the days of the brilliant Moors May they ships pull up to the Sicilian shores So I hustle more, ain't no justice for the poor Got me feeling like middle fingers up, fuck the law Bust a Dutchie open, liquor pour [Chorus] Chicago yo, you know Chicago y'all know The war is against love, we under attack (Yeah) New Orleans, New Orleans to Queens Yo the war is against love, who's busting back? (Me) To Detroit (Yeah), St. Louis (Yeah, yeah) To every hood in all the 50 states on the map (Map) Chocolate city, North and South Philly (Philly) Feel me, the war is against love, we under attack [Verse 2] I went from, semi-bummy nigga to money nigga (Ha) Bike nigga to car nigga Christ nigga to Allah nigga (Alḥamdulillāh) Then I evolved, nigga (Yeah) No religions, my commandments are my standards (Word) A stand up man, no clowning, no snitching Got a bid, I'm sitting down Do the time, call it paying taxes Living with my actions (Word), corners to the grave Yeah, I'm on that wave Yeah, I fornicate with fly bitches, horny ways Just the way I was taught, though (Uh) Can't tell if this is reality or just another award show? These women be lost, so beautiful, so smart (Word) But why can't we be heavenly? Don't think, use your heart (Yo' heart) 'Cause we could be so great, pray it's not too late Put pride aside, coincide, I bet we both be straight Straight to the top, side to side, twin Rolls Royces We made choices to be devoted (Uh) To go at those foes who come at us with upside down crosses [Chorus] The war is against love, I ain't trusting that (Trusting that, uh, uh) The war is against love, who's busting back? (Me, me, me, uh) To all the 50 states, all across the map (The whole world, too) USA and beyond (And beyond) The war is against love, how will you react to that? [Outro] Yeah, tell you how I'm reacting I'm strapped and ready, go all the way The war is against peace The war is against love Yeah, know thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Message to the Feds, Sincerely, We the People[Intro: Nas] Get ready, get prepared This is prophecy God is with us! [Verse 1: Nas] I walk the blocks like whatever god, my message to y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads Abercrombie & Fitch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is still salute the dead, Glocks spit Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Beaumount Otisville, Lewisberg, Fort Dix, Fort Worth, Oakdale Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may they die easily Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed And they're aware of us though And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though Stayin' on my hus-tle *beat change* [Verse 2: Nas] A message to those who trapped us up From federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we black and tough Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens Even the Congo needs dreams Our bullets and triggers our enemies Pullin' on innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers Who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings But I'm not gon' cry and I'm not gon' Stand just watch you die I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand Come on let's ride A message to those who killed the king Who murdered the Christ, the same regime What God has built you never can break What God has loved you never can hate Man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting You devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, forty-acres Plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelationsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Y’all My Niggas[Intro: sample] We use the word everyday Now we don't know the capacity of this word Are we headed for conflict or not? (Yes sir) Because we did not break down the capacity Of the same what (the same word) Brothers and sisters, this is why we hung up the consciousness We've been taught wrong [Verse 1] Find a room to lock yourself in and close the door It's some heavy concepts that we gotta explore We gotta, strip the word down rugged and raw The rhetoric of Martin King just ain't around no more Du Bois ain't here, James Baldwin neither, they all were leaders But they ain't help me get this Porsche two seater A lawyer left the hood, he never looked back To be a Fortune 500 CEO, it took rap So what if my pants sag with my hat turned back? The same swag got our merchandise flying off the rack Marketing companies is hiring blacks Fresh hip-hop lingo for your campaign ads Controversy surrounds who could say it and when Some niggas are full time, some play and pretend So fuck that, no apologies on the issue If it offends you, it's meant to, it's that simple [Chorus] Tryna erase me from y'all memory Too late, I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas!) Speak my name and breathe life in me Make sure y'all never forget me ('cause y'all give me life!) 'Cause y'all use my name so reckless Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it!) And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public And I'm the subject, 'cause y'all my niggas [Verse 2] Yo, I was thinking a little bit What would it take to authenticate my nigganess? Ball ridiculous? 26 inches when I call up the dealership? Aww, that's some nigga shit We only out for our own benefit? We having too many kids? We Claudines? Welfare recipients? The infamous free clinics is the sickest shit Make me think what the hell they clean they syringes with Everybody bleeding, the cops are the demons Courtrooms full of goons, jail buses leaning Handcuffs squeezed too tight on youth life If you fight, they just give in, people used to do sit ins They got Nigeria and Niger, two different countries Somehow Niger turned to nigga, and shit got ugly The problem is we started thinking like the colonists 'Til Noble Drew Ali started dropping that consciousness [Chorus] Tryna erase me from y'all memory Too late, I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas!) Speak my name and breathe life in me Make sure y'all never forget me ('cause y'all give me life!) 'Cause y'all use my name so reckless Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it!) And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public And I'm the subject, 'cause y'all my niggas [Verse 3] My father was not a banker, neither was my neighbor When it came to getting paper, who the hell was gon' train us? Oppression couldn't escape us through the ages We changed the basis of derogatory phrases And I say it's quite amazing The use of ghetto terms developed our own language No matter where it came from It's celebrated, now people are mad if they ain't one [Interlude: sample] Every word we use, it has a capacity And if you don't understand the words you're using And understand the capacity of it You are using words that is creating a destiny for you That you don't even know, or even conscious of [Chorus] Tryna erase me from y'all memory Too late, I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas!) Speak my name and breathe life in me Make sure y'all never forget me ('cause y'all give me life!) 'Cause y'all use my name so reckless Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it!) And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public And I'm the subject Tryna erase me from y'all memory Too late, I'm engraved in history Speak my name and breathe life in me Make sure y'all never forget me 'Cause y'all use my name so reckless Whether to be accepted or disrespected And I love it, especially when y'all do it in public And I'm the subject, 'cause y'all my niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Girl[Chorus] (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around (You're a big girl now) She's sexy, she got it, she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba [Verse 1] I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace Get you hype when I lick it, put it by your face Sipping red wine, is it bedtime You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith I'm feeling richer today,I can hit it then stay Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play We got champagne, whipped cream, I'ma grab a bucket of ice Bubble bath running, and the candlelight feeling so right It's your night, no stress, no fight Mad at your ex, 'cause his dough tight Never go right when you're with him Try your best to forget him 'Cause it's easy to please me CD skip when your head board hit the wall Call for the lord Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up You can hit a blunt if you want I'ma pull my pants up We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust Tell me what's the reason for us To love or to fuck I'm the thug that you want If it's gangster we can't front If you want me I can stay around If you need me, I'm here for you How that sound? Now it's up to you Depending on how you wanna get down 'Cause you're a big girl now [Chorus] (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around (You're a big girl now) She's sexy, she got it, she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba [Verse 2] Got your name and your number in my cell phone Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone If you in a good mood, if you not Or you thinking bout you was at my spot What we did when we got hot Is you dreaming you had me? Is you creaming your panties? Like a king, fed me grapes, and you fanned me On the couch, to the floor, to the bed, to the sink And we ate each other like candy Under the covers, two intimate lovers You fuck a nigga like you mad at me Throw the ass to me You should be glad to be In the presence of a real thug as bad as me While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard How I'm making my rod, how I make you say "Oh God" Every ho that you know wanna know Nas Gotta dodge all the blowjobs, getting hard 'Cause you know how these girls are Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions Starting to get an erection Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave I need time to breathe Wanna follow me, ironically You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe Like it's my fault But you don't wanna talk Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden You and the shorty start scuffing Now shorty dumping you out Can't let her get the best of you So I rescue you Only thing left to do was to grab her So you can jab her, get a cheap shot You don't wanna feel chumped Now here the cops come So we gotta run to the ride Then we drive off through the traffic Don't panic, but you know how we gotta manage Looking at your face And the damage in your facial Every angle can't let it faze you No reason to be insecure or immature Baby girl, see the world is yours [Chorus] (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around (You're a big girl now) She's sexy, she got it, she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan Your man don't wanna be around (You're a big girl now) She's sexy, she got it, she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of ShebaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Mean the World to Me[Verse 1: Nas] Where we met, I had to give her mad respect She was with her man, he took a drag from her cigarette He told her he'll be back, he jumped in the meter cab Gestured to her cell to tell her where to meet him at Now she was mad, and I was looking for my car She had some plastic bags, coming from the supermarket Cooking for his ass, how she gone get to the projects? She ain’t got no cash, and she strugglin' while walkin' So I drive past, yo I say "I ain’t no stalker wit yo big 'ole ass Here’s my help I’m tryna offer, I give you a lift" Who woulda knew it turn to this? now we in the mix Baby moved up in my crib and she left her ex Damn we speedin' [Refrain: Leroy Hutson] Now girl, you mean the world to me Now girl, you mean the world to me [Chorus: Nas] I’m a king, you're a queen His and hers sinks and the diamond rings You don’t have to look back at him Just get your bags packed and then A new life soon begins Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in I’m a king, you're a queen His and hers sinks and the diamond rings You don’t have to look back at him Just get your bags packed and then A new life soon begins Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in I’m a king, you're a queen His and hers sinks and the diamond rings You don’t have to look back at him Just get your bags packed and then A new life soon begins Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in [Verse 2: Nas] Baby girl had a son He was three, yeah I took him in Now she call him little me, I even look like him Nah, I mean he look like me, a couple shades darker She be calling him Blackie, that’s 'cause his real father jet black So she treat him like it’s a setback I don’t respect that Now his pops calling collect at the new crib on the new number Now how he get that? See, now I knew we was a mismatch I’m laid back, you too used to getting pimp smacked I see where I went wrong at I just tried to bring out the queen in you But when you make a girl leave her man You never really know where she stand How you know she really yours? Somebody could do the same to you (Same to you, same to you) [Outro: Leroy Hutson] Ohh-oh Ohh-ohh-oh, oh Oh Ohh-oh Ohh-ohh-oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Project Windows[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1: Nas] Black hoods, cops and projects, sewers flooded with foul blockage The gutter's wild and every child watches Chains in top locks get ripped off hinges Doors kicked off, drunks stag off Smirnoff, wipe your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare, vision blurry 'Cause buried deep in they mind are hidden stories Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era He's finished for the rest of his life, 'til he fades out The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, 'til they time cut off You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought To hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again Plan to leave somethin' behind So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on [Chorus: Ron Isley] Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out) Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window (Oh, I'm lookin' out) Oh, it makes me feel, so tired [Verse 2: Nas] Yo, if this piano's the cake, then my words are the candles Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you Impatient once tried, but in those angels and bamboo They lit it up {*puff puff*}, hit it up {*puff*}, now they dismantled Think the whole world is crazy, got a nine, watch where you walk Two dollar fine, sign of the times here in New York Hire Satan, United Nations quietly taken, toll on your soul Take it or leave it, just my evaluation Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate, school your sons not to hate But to stay awake, 'cause the scars a razor make is nothin' in comparison To the gas left on this whole mass, if we don't get it controlled fast Might as well be, laughin' with Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow Perishin', brain dead from a Ericsson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune, uhh [Chorus: Ron Isley] Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out) Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window (Oh, I'm lookin' out) Oh, it makes me feel, so tired [Verse 3: Nas] Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla She said, "go and see the world for myself, and my brother should follow Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes Sang the blues, guitar strings he played smokin' his Kool Duke Ellington hat, picture this yo, seventies cat He wrote his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework At night the windows were speakers, pumpin' life out A fight, people screamin' 'cause somebody pulled a knife out So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly But jail was ahead of me, speedin' like amphetamine Reading's what I should've done, 'cause my imagination would run I was impatient to get out and become part of the noise out there I used to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs Yo, the hustla's and hoes, drugs and fo'-fo's This was the life of every kid, lookin' out project windows [Chorus: Ron Isley] Oh, outta my window Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out) Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window (Oh, I'm lookin' out) Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Lookin' out of my project window (lookin' out) Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window (Oh, I'm lookin' out) Oh, it makes me feel, so tired [Outro: Ron Isley] Starin' out of, out my window Oh I, feel so tired Oh yeah, outta my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out of Lookin' out my window, oh yeah Makes me, feel so tired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tiredEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New World[Intro] Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world It's a new world, it's a new world Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world [Verse 1] Yo, celebrate the new life New ways to make money New ways to break dummies Forge they name and take money Computers ain't that smart Whatever man built could be taken apart Anything new can get old Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin' gold Solar-energized rides, no steerin' wheel, tell it how to drive No propellers in the sky Airplanes like many rockets Waitin lists for the rich to get tickets to visit Mars While the poor people starve, computers takin' over they jobs A man's forced to live off land Now it's back to the caveman era When we made fire, by two sticks rubbin' together The truth is, many are too scared of new data America Online, cut off, see you later [Chorus] Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women [Verse 2] Yo, the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome The new Don Trump is Bill Gates Not because his occupation, it's 'cause we respect his cake And cake mean his stock, net gross Young kids step it up, go for the most New cameras in police cars takin' pictures New hustlas gettin' new street figures And US embassies overseas Almost every foreign country's under siege Covertly startin' wars, CIA, NAVY Seals Commit larcenies that be worth over mil's Oil in the earth spills Girls blow they body up, birth control pills African's pick diamonds out a dark caves Then we wear it on our necks just so we can light up the stage [Chorus] Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women [Verse 3] Say goodbye to the brainwashed Say goodbye to the young kids who not smart Say goodbye to the toasters and Pop-Tarts Yo, it's real Swallow a little pill, there's a four-course meal Say hello to the one world Say hello to the sky, something's out there watchin' you and I More enticin' than Star Trek, StarTAC phones Your genes and DNA is used to make clones You got CD-Rom, everything operates by computers Then what happens when circuit breaks? Y2K's the big scare Scientists say we ain't prepared What I feel is contrare Alexander Graham Bell made telephones, yes But now we request for your e-mail address I might be old fashioned, stuck in my ways But nothin' make me more happier than seein' today [Chorus] Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and womenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dr. Knockboot[Verse] Hell yeah Check it check it check, check check Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits A class for the youth, Sex Ed for your head The do's and don'ts, that should happen in the bed First, DON'T: run up in her raw cause you get burned For sure, fuckin' with the typical whore, because DO: rock a Rough Ryder, whenever you inside her Your local bodega is your supplier And DON'T: take the pussy, if she fightin' Cause you saw what happened to 2Pac and Mike Tyson 'Specially if you large, some hoes is trife Get you on a rape charge, have you servin' your life Yo, DO: get a yes confirmation before penetration You wind up in a police station DON'T: get with no young bitch and hit it She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted DO: check for ID, whenever chillin' V.I.P With fly shorty P.Y.T Yo, DON'T: lie about the cars you got Or who you hang with, frontin' when you borrowed your watch Yo, DO: play your game right, if the G's tight Then you can fuck shorty the same night Yo, DON'T: trick when you don't have to You think you ballin'? You turn your back they laughin' at you You don't gotta keep repeatin you a thug, she heard you In fact, she attracted to your man that herbed you DO: spend a lil' dough, only if you know The bitch gross a lil' somethin' too bro DON'T: eat the pussy the first night Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit DO: set the mood right, Bailey's with ice A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right Yo, DON'T: pop shit like you Daddy Longdick When you come fast like Fed-Ex and bust too quick DO: hit positions she will find interest in DON'T: hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin' Hope you're listenin', turn up your transisterin' Hot 97, KISS-FM or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress Chillin' with your girl while you thinkin' 'bout ya ex Not too easy not too complex I break it down, how to adress, the opposite sex Problems or questions, I can answer them best Signin' off Dr. Knockboot at your request, peace [Outro] Rest havens Fuck y'all bitches Y'all niggas get y'all shit tight Dr. Knockboot gotta come take y'all bitches from ya! AIGHT?! We out!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nas Will Prevail[Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail The mic comes in contact with the third rail My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac With this, see, I'm a brainiac I'll call you tattoo, you never come off I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss A modern Shakespeare—reincarnated Brains are elevated, I'm bein' R rated This style is terror, drastic Meltin' the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not 'Cause I be packin' like a Rasta in a weed spot Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip, verbally illin' Minds manipulated, my raps are nickel-plated I execute rap like I'm swingin' an axe around This is a mic shut down Notify the President that I'm bombin' your residence And I'm leavin' no evidence Voice box yells, lyrics'll excel Rappers gettin' smoked, you can smell the hot shells Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized You might as well be a singer but ain't harmin' Nas/harmonized Here's the break, I'mma translate lyrics so well I excel, it ain't hard to tell [Hook] It ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer Nas wrecks the tweeters and receivers Lyrics'll explode, my brain overloads Gimme a Grammy, competition is dead just like Sammy I leave minds magnetized like slaves Your style is old fashioned like waves Holdin' a pistol at a pastor, pullin' the trigger faster Tell him I was sent by his Master But that topic's too deep for your ear Here's the science you can comprehend clear Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder I'll know your whole card just like a palm reader Non-stop, I'm bustin' heads like the FEDs, baby pops This is not the Kindergarten Cop Put on your blindfold, I'mma release and stand tall I detonate bombs at the Policeman's Ball This is art from the heart I leave 'em marked for death in each breath In this game, I'm the ref Already I'm ill, but I can only get better With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta I master dialects of uncommon languages A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this These are proverbs, copy cat attackers, huh I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm a genocide to rappers Battlin' Nas is dead when my brain reacts You might as well have fell asleep on a train track This ain't the same track that you're used to This is rhythmatic, automatic, try it, you oughta have it Slaughter your tape recorder, givin' thanks to my supporters And keep flowin' like water No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail Ayo, it ain't hard to tell [Hook] It ain't hard to tell [Verse 3] Check it I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect I'm gonna win 'cause you slept On Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn False rappers, you need to write your own song Metaphors are murder, man, hittin' like Roberto Duran Hold the mic in my hand, my life span Imitators will sweat me like gym class Your raps are fat, shit, then I'll be Slim Fast New rap recruits—I salute then delete 'em Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em Nas is a terrorist, analyst Swingin' my fists like a nigga breakin', possessed by Satan You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow Brothers is gettin' shipped out like I was Castro I can eat your flavor, but I'm not a candy lover I use a Lethal Weapon, just like Danny Glover I execute monologues, sabotage entourage Mutilate mics like a maniac at large I talk with slang, and use my brain Generate pain, penetrate your vein Move like a maniac, Nas is nice, son Talk to your conscience and hit like Tyson No competition, 'cause I cause wonders Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers A motor mouth killer, rhyme-writin' thriller Hold a Mac-11, and attack a reverend Don't sleep 'cause you might not wake I speak deep, dialects I translate Me and friends commit sins on the regular Murder my competitors, and et cetera Nas is a gypsy, Egyptian Flippin' the script and microphone manufacturers are victims My voice makes your ear drums swell It ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fetus[Intro] Yeah.. I want all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore, I could see Through my belly button window, who I am... [Verse 1] I existed in a womb, just like an abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes Nine-months process, infant size A prophet in his early stages, mother in her early thirties Was married to pops, wishing what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come from a woman so pure, Ann Jones Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearing prayers, she asking for my good health That I'd become a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my blood Mixed with marijuana from my daddy's genes Lot of screams I'm hearing, it's crazy, both parents is scrapping I'm not even a baby, a miscarriage could happen [Chorus] I shot my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom dukes [Verse 2] Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause four months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what you call an Ill Will to survive When I look hard, the lights is killing my eyes I know when moms layin down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear loud music and vibe All black babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowing through my mother's tube I'm covered in this thick layer of goo Month two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me, but month three was closer, see That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last minute Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered, "If I am born, will I be safe at all?" This place they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge Month five, month six went by, hoping I'm born in July But the Lord already figured out a date and time September 14th, 73 Get ready, world, doctor's in the front waiting for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's gon' stop See how the government start retraining cops Month nine, I'm a week overdue, the labor induced Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too Said "Stay calm," holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first breath screams out Tears pouring down my pops face, he's so proud Wanting to hold me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he say, "At least that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snugly, laid me on my mother Finally, I got to see who held me in her body, she loved me And yo, I plan to overthrow the Devil And y'all bout to see this world in trouble, motherfuckers {*Doctor slaps the baby; the baby screams*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Live Now[Hook] Live now niggas, there's no promise of a second time around, put it down We'll just (live) live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything is up to you All you gotta do is just (live), live now, we spending Not under the ground yet, we enjoying every second yo Live now, don't forget to bro, yeah Cause I promise you you'll regret it bro [Nas] Picture my last days will be so grim My daughter at my bedside, respirator in me Eyes dilated, looking skinny, trying to smile, trying to say something Whole room will quiet down just to hear my last words Tears fall down my facial, why fear anything, it's now too late to I'm dreaming of a time I was silked out at the peak of my career But I always choked out, leaving mad money on the table at crazy amounts I would hit the scene for a second and bounce Admit I did live a little bit, sweet pickle dick Freaks licked on it, lips I dripped on it Sex, I shot pearl necklaces on necks and tits Traveled half the world, wish I traveled the rest of it From QB to Mecca kid, so if you knew me You'd be proud to say I left you with enough memories to resurrect me with So live now nigga [Hook] Live now niggas, there's no promise of a second time around, put it down We'll just (live) live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything is up to you All you gotta do is just (live), live now, we spending Not under the ground yet, we enjoying every second yo Live now, don't forget to bro, yeah Cause I promise you you'll regret it bro [Scarlett] It's been a long time since you came through to see ya sis You know I love you, I've been a fan since Genesis God, I respect you cause you never tried to smash Since we met a while back, and your style was mack Now I see that you a man after all you been through A stand-up dude, held me down after Sekou Need more brothers like you in the hood, would have wifed you if I could But the white cells in my blood were no good Said I had it ten years, but I was just a carrier I thought, "Me a victim?", could never be my character It's ill Se' passed the way he did, didn't know how to tell him Just happy it didn't get in our kid But all the things I did was the flyest, experiences were priceless Remember days of diamond cuts Nugget rings, clubs in Queens, Jetta cars Used to love them things, Barbados, Belize I stayed over seas, shopping sprees, credit cards Pockets of Gs, left the hood, phattest cribs To platinum from silver, came back, bitches calling me the black Liz Taylor Imagine that, Rob me? My nigga would kill ya, they knew the rules All the planes I flew, niggas I ran through Lot of unprotected sex, don't know where it came from Grimy niggas, rich niggas, damn it ain't a game son From the Cayman Islands to the Virgin Islands Gucci suitcases (coughs), a chic did it, eff the screw faces Critics and fans, they need to get a life You doin' the right thing, settle down, get a wife now I grew with you so you know you make me proud And most of all you gotta live now [Hook: Scarlett] Live now nigga ain't no promise of a second time around, put it down, would you We'll just live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything is up to you All you gotta do is just, live now, keep spending Not under the ground yet, keep enjoying every minute yo Gotta live it up to the limit yo Cause I promise you you'll regret it bro [Scarlett] Son, come close, lemme talk to you I got music, put it out to the world, let 'em hear it Look out for little me, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nazareth Savage*Man laughing* [Verse 1: Nas] I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum Plus they ass lick, summer house be sippin' rum Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off The infrastructure caves in, amazin' I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men Serve niggas, bird niggas speakin' reckless When their momma love the kid's records I made You gutless, you don't know struggle Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand I'ma guide you like a O.G. but don't talk, don't get it confused Cause none of y'all can fit in my shoes Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions God'll forgive you bastards Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage [Verse 2: Nas] I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? Form a crew, swallow forty cal. bullets after dinner's finished Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full of scrilla Can't come close to, Francis Coppola, Samson -- no Delilah You're pint-sized, I'm Mike's eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it You scared to look too long at, sit on a don's lap Tell you a story shorty, spicy like Lawry's Chicken-heads and orgies, criminals that draw heat in their late forties Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with black eyes Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage [Verse 3: Nas] Son's back with flows, they say mine is very scary Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies And all of y'all wear that same aroma How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya You're wack nigga, face it In the history of the game, you have no placement Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee celebrity Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth But when the sun go south, them guns come out My cavalry woulda been through ten in your skin Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me Straight savageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Zone Out[Intro: Nas (Wiz)] Braveheart for life Zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out Uhh, Salaam Remi! Yeah, zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out, what, yeah Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out (I want y'all to blast on these niggas, man) Zo-zo-zo zone out Zo-zo-zo zone out [Verse 1: Jungle] Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects We live the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cash nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, forehead yawning Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit, back in ya head, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals tryin' to wild out there sold crack Bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hoes, boilin' coke since I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the time With a gray MAC-10 and a pocket full o' dimes [Verse 2: Wiz] Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas Scared straight, but FUCK them hoes Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin' Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this is the military turn it up My Uzi weighs a ton, your son less thump nah Heat talk feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come Drop son, pull out You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket The peeps be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son [Verse 3: Nas] G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible Like Mike Jack said For me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem That's dead, who made this style, Solo or X Are you UTFO's Doctor or Moe Dee Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' to show niggas ya rich Town house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each nigga inchin' to bust You got a house in Virginia, the only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway [Verse 4: Jungle] Yo, this is for them high school drop outs Niggas who copped out If you prefer shots over knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed Sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back Bravehearts gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend I used to have a bike on a bench Now I got the Jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my hip [Verse 5: Wiz] Nigga don't stop blazin' 'cause ya target's movin' Shoot 'til the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is Useless to these swift executioners And that's Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin' from D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you know what I'm all about To all my real niggas [Chorus] Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone out Zo-zo-zo zone out, zo-zo-zo zone outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hope (Acapella Version)[Intro: Chrisette Michele] Hip Hop It will never die Hip Hop It will never, never die [Verse 1: Nas] Ghetto nigga strutting, with nothing but dreams in Queens broke Mac-10s, you can smell the PCP smoke Melle Mel told it real, in the music he wrote Those were the days I remember, we used to be close Then I was nine, coldest winter I remember Was slipping in December, two feet of snow Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice Symbolize the rap life, it was slick and smooth I understood I had to come from the hood Doing the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf Before them phones chirped The block's drugs flowing, didn't have your own work You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis Starter jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic Your girl's too expensive, she want shellfish Red Lobster was popping, standing on that line forever I wish somebody would step on my Bally leathers Now it's whatever Hip Hop's forever Kept my radio on 98 or BLS Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift, but niggas never hear me spit My little brother tried to warn them, I was a tornado coming He knew from inside like the eye of a storm, and told my pops about it He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick Double Trouble retarded, we was the proudest I never had a summer job Sweeping leaves, socks to my knees Home-made shorts, cut off Lee's I ain't work a day in my life Wiping away eraser off the paper, man I'm just trying to say it right Big radio, tape's slowing down Lower the lights go, battery dead I got to freeze them 'till they're ice cold In the freezer later, I'm staring at the speaker Sunk in them 808s deeper, cleaning my sneakers With the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water I let the shoestrings soak in water [Outro: Nas & Chrisette Michele] (Live Hip Hop, Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School (Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South (Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us (Give Hip Hop, Give) This our thing, you know what I'm saying (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) This came from the gut, from the blood (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) From the soul, right here, man (I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) This is our thing, man (I Pray Hip Hop, Stays) You know? so I say what I say (Live Hip Hop, Live) And I say what I say, and I mean it (Live Hip Hop, Live) Y'all take it how you want to take it (Give Hip Hop, Give) Because if you asking: "Why is Hip Hop dead?" (Give Hip Hop, Give) It's a pretty good chance, you the reason it died, man (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) It's a pretty good, chance your lame ass, corny ass (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) Is the reason it died, man (I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) You don't give a fuck about it, you don't know nothing about it (I Pray Hip Hop, Stays) You want this paper, be a hustler (Live Hip Hop, Live) You a hustler, you ain't a rapper, get your paper man (Live Hip Hop, Live) You know what I'm saying, but this rap shit is real (Give Hip Hop, Give) Bitch, this shit is real: bitch (Give Hip Hop, Give) *laughs* (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) (Live) (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) (Live) (I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) (Give) (I Pray Hip Hop, Stays) (Live Hip Hop, Live) (Stay) (Live Hip Hop, Live) (Give Hip Hop, Give) (Give Hip Hop, Give) (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) (I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) (I Pray Hip Hop, Stays)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Never Ends[Verse 1] Buckets like Gilligan Still I peep reptilians in the Filligan Blendin' in, my quintillion ton brain Got me revealing men Quintessential Queensbridge poet back to the grill again Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown, switch styles Yet to see any heavyweight make it to this round This that pure champion sound, I wear the crizzown Raw, one take, I don't even need a mixdown Demure, not docile, volatile, I kick down Amphibians, reptiles that make that hiss sound They eyes change color, their pupils start to slit down When I take cover, and I let off a fifth round [Chorus] I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends Rest in peace to B.I., the shit never ends B.I.G. shit I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) The world's going crazy, this shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) [Verse 2] Stop waiting for the hood to 'preciate ya Whoever gets love in the hood, he's a freak of nature When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream "What does he mean? Who does he think he is? His bank be hid, he hardly out He still as hard as he was when he started out" We count 'em out, we count 'em in Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt So around my house with my wiz, lessons I got from my friends Do they love me for me or love me for them? [Chorus] I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends The world's out war, the shit never ends Everybody packin' I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) It never ends, the shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) What will it take to end? [Verse 3] Can't see me moving, I'm like the fastest I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses They hate it before they hear it Clear that my perseverance is somethin' they can't bear It's become apparently clear They fear me, I'm not dying or rather Put my ears to the blaring cop siren Am I here or in a hot dryer? Didn't hear all that pop-soundin' fakespeare, pop rhymin' Niggas should stop lyin' Why in a whole year, you still in the same spot trying To change, but you not risin'? When will somebody real tell him he not Nas-in' Cars, you just started drivin' I've been ridin', been made it You and your pretend stages I did this since windbreakers (Windbreakers)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Remember the Times[Nas] I think I can remember some... [Verse 1] Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the ass, a real joker Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, sexy chick Nasty though, she used to try to eat my excrement Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her Put hickeys on her stomach Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch and screw Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume That drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude Used to put my face in her crotch Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer While I blew clouds of reefer, they sucked juice out my uretha While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker [Hook] Remember the times I hung with the dimes Remember the times I fucked a few Remember the times I hung with the dimes And all the wild things I used to do Remember the times I hung with the dimes Remember the times I fucked a few Remembering the times it was on my mind But none of them could touch you [Verse 2] Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log Dick stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind Of a one-of-a-kind sex fiend, Justine was luscious wanna cuff us when fucked us Me and her best friend, this thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher Wedding ring on finger, bent her big ass over the fold-out sofa The weather was cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong Under the coat and Put a show on just to show me she loved me She would undress and wait in zero below weather In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap, the steering wheel's high [Hook] [Verse 3] Thank God I got bank god, so fuck pimpin' Fuck broke condoms, pills and penicillin Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters Long chin, some with funny odors Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas Principles are lined up, things prioritized See mamma I left that alone, faded memories, the reason that I'm grown It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences, no longer Are we tempted [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy This Bitter Land[Intro: Erykah Badu] This bitter land Watered with my soul The fruit it bears Leaves me so cold This bitter land Does nothing for love This bitter land Brings pain from above, oh-oh [Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, running on the concrete across the train tracks The devil is behind me In the ghetto where's you'll find me, it's where I stays at Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire But it never will define me Write a letter to the president, whoever in control of the society Tell 'em stop riding me, stop driving us into a suicidal ideology Tryna feed my seeds Getting high on weed, study my degrees Stay fly, getting paper With some dead white people faces in the circle of spaces around the green I'ma lean, taking Percs It’s a bitter Earth Is a nigga cursed? Am I blessed? See what I mean It's a test, life is a test Life is like a hood, hard Trying not to fall between the cracks In the cracks it's so dark, and the dark Seems more appealing than the light in the land Where you gotta fight Catch a body in the night, we need a plan To survive, to survive the land Survive the storm, when it comes through Either you're busy living or busy dying, look what it's come to Look what it's come to, so what you're gonna do? [Verse 2: Erykah Badu] This bitter land is far too real This bitter land, it does not heal Cause in the land skies are grey But we fight the storms that come our way A boy who strives to be a man Must push to lead with all he can Oh, this bitter land Oh, bitter land Oh, oh, oh, oooh This bitter land, can't stop my fight This bitter land [Outro: Nas (Erykah Badu)] Look what it's come to So what you gonna do? What you gonna do? (My land)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Getting Married[Intro: Nas + crowd] "Picture us married, you and me," what? "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" "I remember the first time, girl you and me . . ." [Verse 1: Nas] This ain't no sucka-for-love shit This ain't no Huxtable-kisses-and-hug shit First night we fuck, shit, and don't call the next day This a thug's wedding day, in love Will we make it? Let us pray In the limo my niggas, my father, my brothers Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted Hard bottles, mob costumes this ain't no act though Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more Yes I'm absolutely sure I know that she love me, I know that she faithful We spoke on a prenumptial agreement Cuz Will and Jada ain't need it Spoke on eloping, but then I deaded the thought Cuz she deserves cinderella's ball and the whole shit But know this You fuckin' wit' a slit your throat quick Vehicular explosion, cigar smokin', dark minded, chart climbin Well spokin say farewell to broke men or rich ones Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it hun Headed to the chapel, my niggas laughin, and its baffling Cuz just a year ago, it's weird though, I knew I'd get married To who I knew not Thought of snatchin Halle up from the dredlock Pumpin Sade, my head nod Finally I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French Rephrase that, someone who make my heart stop Couldn't wait to blaze that Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey, HIV spreadin' Everybody bump the same bunnies The game, will put niggas in they grave Right before they part ways, with the street I want a son to greet, every mornin' Daughters and more sons tickle my feet Wife smilin, tellin me it's time to eat I'm getting married [Hook: Nas] (3X) Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigalo It was difficult for me to find the chick I want [Verse 2: Nas] It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on and ride Even Martin Luther King had a fling on the side That's what the negative one's say Knew my wedding would be one day, but quickly its this day I know the hoes gonna miss me Lookin' at ol' photos, sayin' damn he used to twist me Start chokin' up since I woke up Bachelor party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up Father saw me in a daze, nudged me wit' his left arm Told me how him and moms went to city hall, dressed norm Said she would love me in my Ozwald Boateng Customized in London by guys who suitup kings Girl, you get the rings young, you behave Maxwell he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang Baltimore, North Cacky, Mississippi Family packed in, My nigga L is crazy tipsy Spilled Pepsi on the cuflings, ginger ale got it out Walked in the church, chest all big to thug it out My girl walked in, glistenin', different stones 'Bout to go from my fiance' to Mrs. Jones That's a union that nobody could touch I gotta be cool, wit ur crazy aunts and uncles Cuz I love you much, cuz you put up wit' my shit Court cases, baby mamas I make a honest woman outta you yet Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter standin Heart poundin out my chest like a canon I'm happy, One of my groomsmen, under the music, says don't do it But they just jokes, some crew shit, they playin', I'm gleeful I'm stayin I'm sayin vowels all true Will you take music as your wedded wife? I DO Sike, this ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin to I'm getting married [Hook] I'm getting married [Produced by Chucky Thompson]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On the Real[Produced by Marley Marl] [Sample] On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal [Intro] Yeah, finally up in this nigga Let's pay homage to Illmatic Let's put the crown where it's at 10 years Never been done this real by nobody [Verse 1] To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil In the categories of stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, monkey do, shorty sipping sunny dew Now it's V.S.O.P. in a Phantom, mad smoky Murder trees, cruising gat in the stash so it won't poke me Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010 Don't make no noise cause we dirty, tell 'em hoes hurry in We got the room lit up with perfume and mad boom And there's video taping blooming asses on the zooming lens Rollin on you nondescript niggas, you're marked for death Like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggas Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili busts [Interlude] That verse is ten years old, nine and half years old Street's Disciple, the rebirth comin at you this year baby, it's on baby [Verse 2] To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles This is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow? You know the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say He say, she say, I'm 'bout cheddar, he don't deserve to make Sipping clear liquor with niggas, that talk sideways Listening close, to every word in case they violate Up in the projects Apartment 5D Spark a lea' it's 'bout the reed, counting everything the block see We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards Get it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the hour Hold in case we gotta rip niggas, loaded Teflon coated projectiles'll flip niggas From ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my mans with guns in hand Police vans, they missed the summers again [Verse 3] Yeah, power to the people, death to the phonies This beast to the mic one two check, y'all fed-e-rallies on me And they look like you approachin me like how you, homie? The F.B.I. see only one problem, they try to slump me After the young black male cause he makes a lot of money So hustlers make crack sales cause they deprived and hungry My country hates that I could run free state to state with hunnies While making cake with real golded plate rims on Humvees The bush stroker, the kush smoker, nigga Just when you thought it was over look over your shoulders I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em slow Motto no stress, smoking less than I did befo' You see the kid was broke 'til I spitted vivid expressions Of hard living ghetto children, of a lesser God Religion was fast women, expensive cars Y'all witnessin over 10 years, the best of NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Play On Playa[Produced by Scott Storch] [Intro] Uh, light somethin', stop frontin' [Verse 1: Nas] How much money's enough? Think maybe like a trillion figures Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton sisters That'd kill me yo, filthy rich My daughter pass it onto the next generation Throwing carnations at my tombstone In my new home, meet Mom's in my Yves Saint Laurent suit on Then we do a dance Like my man Luther jam, but my verse came first I stole change out her purse, now I wanna dig her up Outta the earth, too morbid, lean forward Toward a new paragraph, Blue carrots, D-class Strictly that kush in the weed bags Tryna' figure out what Barry Gordie had put in production Studio's smokey now, hard like David Ruffin Hit a spliff through a seance, and uh, play on, playa [Hook: Snoop Dogg] Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Gotta' get your papes on, play on, playa Before it's all gone, sip Don, tip waiters Do y'all thing, ménage, swing, baby Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on, playa Get your papes on, play on, playa [Verse 2: Nas] Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose Rubies in the Jesus piece, pimped out like Snoopy But a East Coast thing, my girl's stocking Tied up in a knot top of my bean head Billion dollar dream head, went from triple beams to digitals Servin' fiends to minimal, sixty G's No criminal, no mo', just mo' dough Mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings On fingers while your girl performs cunnilingus ‘Cause this big money aroma lingers Barber cleans his blade, then they give me a fade Hot towel on the face, hot models who vomit After they eat so they can stay lightweight Swallowin' my protein like an Ovaltine shake Come through like Mo Green from Godfather, so clean Where I step I 'Clorox it', keep twenty G's On both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets Eighty thou to browse for the nicest price But we ain't into buyin' conflict ice That's the shit they stole from the Congo, and other black soil True mack fo' you, nappy hair just spinning Honey gave me a massage with a happy ending Finest females, I just came on and sprayed her Got to get your papes on, play on, playa [Hook] [Verse 3: Snoop] It's kinda hard for a playa like you But let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue What you never do is punk out, what you better do Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view Better yet, a better crew, praise God, I'm a marry you Get ya holy, carry you, bury you, slowly Roll me another blunt, stuff it Lick it, puff it, tuck it, fuck it That man, that game, that thing it busts In D-O-Double-G we trust Yup, yup, young loc with the two steps He creepin' with two TEC's, they sleepin' with two chicks Right before we blast, all you heard was two clicks (Bloaw!) End of existence, for instance Rewind, replay it, re-chop it, remix it, re-twist it Goddamn, D-O-Double-G, cuz, we missed it Travel slow, I'm an Indian, but not a Navajo I smoke the big leaf, end all the big beefs My hair in two braids, I'm the big chief La-da-da, be-da-ba-da… Yeah, break that down, how fresh you are? The king from Queens, Mr. Escobar Connect with the best from the West, yes-yes, you are Oh my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas; playa, play onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life is Like a Dice Game (OG)[Intro] Yo, yeah It's that Queens shit, the real shit Illmatic It's the N-A-S, yes Yo [Chorus] I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today? (What we gonna do today?) There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way) To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game Maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game [Verse] One-two I never knock a brother, I'm anti-jail for real Smooth criminal skill, locked in a human flesh shield Watchin' niggas get rich beside me Pushin' a 5 B-Y, me up in the passenger seat But I see me as Hallie Selassie in my kingdom Sippin' Asti Spumante, driftin', reality kicks in I need the papes to start clickin' Got a connect out in Richmond And e'ry nigga in the fam will pitch in It's on, word is bond That's my name, big Nas, all wise to civilize From the Northern Hemisphere of the earth Peace to my seed and thanks for her birth Destiny, that's her name It's goin' on, you know my name Big Nas in the house, y'all, on the freestyle tip When I finish this shit, it's sure to be a hit Peace, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street’s Disciple[Nas] [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes Did a bid, coming home to some grown ass kid Crack baby turn to young thug, description might fit you Look around it might hit you No joke, I wanna pistol fight with you Shit comes around faster than you think Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you? Become a creature of habitat, the average cat Won't see where it's at, or where it's going The hood waits for no one I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings Car chases to court cases, to fly vacations From wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration Imagination is what they lack It stops niggas from getting stacks Feeling trapped on the block with loose cracks Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's disciple [Hook] "From the day you were born" (Olu Daru sample) "Starring out, a young disciple" (Nas Sample) "You had that gleam in your eye" (Olu Daru sample) Disciple of the projects! "From the day you were born" (Olu Daru sample) "Street's Disciple" (Nas Sample) "Disciple of the projects" (Olu Daru sample) [Nas] Moonstruck stuck, slow as molasses in my actions That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night life In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin Tyson After watchin him cut up Razor Ruddock In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture Lookin back at it, blowjobs from pretty crack addicts Older Gods wantin no static, told some lil' niggas they can have it Coke baggin and toe-taggin They took Will, let me describe him, a live one I think that he was the true +God's Son+ - not Jesus, but fearless His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear somethin Not to his likin, and say 'Son they bitin you" He never got to see my debut, wild-mannered But wild with them hammers, niggas frontin couldn't stand it Took him off the planet, left us in 9-2 With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple [Hook] [Nas] Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knocking Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen Captain Hook to these infants It's like my folks is still on the benches Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention 1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid Rhyming to music all this time Fighting 'bout how Kane and Rakim would do it Seemed impossible to us that we could ever leave From the block, where the world was forever freezing Hell if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again Fuck these devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them Risking my freedom, burners in bubble coats Fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones when he stroke Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies Babies born in a cycle, future disciples [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Not Going Back[Intro: Nas and Kelis] What nigga!? *Gunshots* What bitch-ass niggas!? *gunshots* What! Babe, babe, start the car! *Car engine starts* Nasir, come on, let's go!(Bitch-ass niggas!) Yeah! Now what? Haha! Get in the car now, let's go! Yeah let's go *car door closes* Throw it out, let's go! Aight, aight, aight, yeah But I got 'em. But I got 'em, though This is crazy, why didn't you just throw it out of the car? This is so stupid, what are you doing? Why are we even out here? Why are we out here? What's going on? This is retarded, yo, we gotta… This is crazy. Never again You'd throw everything away, for what? [Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, my man Kool G Rap told me, "Son, do not look back" Chill up in the mansion with a fat glutious max, relax When people act, school em' with facts, tell 'em At this point in my life I'm all about chillin' Ridin' around in something sick and the dress flies And twist, homie's hermano just died, I gotta let it ride That's what I got the public thinkin', my nigga Just ‘cause I ain't in the hood don't mean shit, my nigga I know who died before the body dropped I know the guns that were used How much money the shooter got ‘Cause on the private yacht I'm still within earshot of it all The top ten list of the most grimiest guys of all time Is all we talk when we talk in New York, y'all Who to call and who to stay away from Whose mother's address to have just to play it safe, son Women they lust up so quick to give 'em up What cars and what trucks they drive in What towns they spend the most time in when they grindin' I found out most of them are cowards They hidin' behind reputations that's sour; I'm not going back [Chorus: Kelis and Nas] The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't come back again I'm not going back! Streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't come back again I'm not going back! [Verse 2: Nas] First thing that happen when you make a little paper You think the Marriott is livin' in a skyscraper Till you come across some even more flyer paper Realize that five-star tellies are even greater Terry-cloth robes, elegance, movie shit Heated-up marble floors with jacuzzis in it First-class flights, diamonds in your crucifixes All those things, you still ain't really doing shit, kid ‘Cause in reality, I'll earn my salary The way I flaunted it then would now embarrass me It kinda make me wanna hate bling It's a race thing how they sell blacks the bootleg shit In fact, real millionaires spend 60 mil on paintings Whores charge niggas with raping ‘Cause we come out doors of Maybach cars Watch us make bets on race tracks, smokin' cigars So they counter the laws to take what's ours 'Bout 500K on a lawyer to beat the charge So you can't stop us from making a billion dollars Instead of going back, I'm buying the projects But I'm not going back The hood's in me forever y'all, but I'm not going back [Chorus: Kelis and Nas] The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't come back again I'm not going back! Streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't come back again I'm not going back! [Break: Nas] And of course y'all know what I'm not going back to Those no friends of mine… (And I'm not going back to) Ten carat gold, no shine… (And I'm never going back to) Sony, if they don't have dough to resign… (Not going back to) Y'all know that I'm not going back to Those liars who would… (Not going back to) Not help you if they could… (Not going back to) Coke on the stove in the hood… Y'all should know that I'm not going back The hood's in me forever y'all, but I'm not going back [Chorus: Kelis and Nas] The streets keep tryin' to say (Ugh) Come back around this way I've already gone that way (That's right) I won't come back again I'm not going back! Streets keep tryin' to say (Get off me!) Come back around this way (Don't try to pull me down man) I've already gone that way (I already did it) I won't come back again I'm not going back!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Testify[Intro] I want to dedicate this song right here To Jonathan Jackson and George Jackson Peace to those brothers I want to shout out my man Sherm the Worm Eighty years Come home nigga Come home, niggas .. Ugh [Verse 1] I just burnt my American flag And sent three cracker Nazis to hell and I'm sad Ugh, I'm loading tips in my Mag' To send these redneck bigots some death in a bag Choke him out with his confederate flag I know these devils are mad Little rap fans who live way out in safe suburbia Would you stand with me, a United States murdurer? [Chorus] (Testifyyyyy for me) Huh? Would you testify? You buy my songs You buy my songs But will you ride with me? (Testifyyyyy for me) You understand my struggle That's what you claim right? (Testifyyyyy for me) Then get your aim right And get your game tight [Verse 2] Don't buy my songs, y'all don't roll with it Coming to concerts singing ho and shit Fuck y'all lil' lil' ho bitches I don't need y'all, I'll go gold with it I heard y'all was downloading it, heh Like I'm y'all man who be exposing shit, heh Like ah, William Cooper Who told you the Pale Horse is the future [Chorus] (Testifyyyyy for me) Would you testify on some realness like that? I think you scared (heh) I don't think you prepared Yeah (Testifyyyyy for me) You know what I'm asking you? (Testifyyyyy for me) Do we know what I'm asking you? (hahaha) Wow... (Testifyyyyy for me) Wow... (Testifyyyyy for me) (Testifyyyyy for me)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Royalty[Chorus: RaVaughn] Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty But they gon' know when they see us [Verse 1: Nas] A known fraud once fell on his own sword Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad His lady's crazy and it bugs me Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly Less then a week ago He's beatin' his dick to a freak he know Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut He holdin' his face, he out the door She yellin' out the window, "You can stay with that whore" Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk Never swung at nobody, never let a gun spark Big nine-seven Benz with the old body Pulls up to the corner, out jumps his old hottie [Chorus: RaVaughn and Nas] Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty (Nigga) But they gon' know when they see us (Yo) [Verse 2: Nas] Football wives, basketball wives Mistresses slash more tires with knives They lookin' for a dollar I'm lookin' for a JoAnne Chesimard to turn to a shotta Spot a King of Diamonds, Onyx, one bitch get it off the floor Other chick out of her man's pockets What kind of shows you be watchin'? It shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with I think about settlin' down again, have more seeds Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes be Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love Nothin' like comin' home to grub Netflix, hugs with a wet kiss The best shit, take my mind off of makin' records I need that moral support Give me a reason to spoil you more Make 'em jealous of who we are [Chorus: RaVaughn] Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty But they gon' know when they see us [Verse 3: Nas] Tryna get my niggas legitimate Shit is ugly, my dudes strugglin', drug dealer shit Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted Mets cap Drunk liquor bit, young black militant Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit Intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship Motivation, so I get off my ass I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin' cast Read the Forbes pages, lookin' at G4s Wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases Women with small waists, lonely, I ain't too far Smoke weed, and count paper I'm about paper and pussy and buyin' the bar Fly ass niggas, y'all jealous of who we are [Chorus: RaVaughn] Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty But they gon' know when they see usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy War[Chorus 1: Keon Bryce] There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feeling alright I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feeling right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright [Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth as Hall & Oates Briefcase, silk ties, slick as them older folks Silver fo'-fo', cocked? No My chauffeur driver just left some of my colleagues smoking that Cali Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney's shop window Kinda' see my father's features creeping in a little Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools'll take her And I'm late to a date with my wife, I realize I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise And I'm walking through it, chaos is all around me But God got me, no fear, through the fire, try and stop me [Chorus 2: Keon Bryce] There's a war in the streets tonight And all this drama's got me feeling uptight I don't know what I'll do if I don't see my boo Cause she's standing on the corner of Linden Boulevard Holding our baby in her baby in her arms So hold on, your daddy's in sight [Verse 2: Nas] Yeah, nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes For the first time, praise God, baby mom's crying Planned to be a strong black family But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashing Newcomer called Verbal Assassin running with Nothing but the worst type, worst fight When we brought my baby home the first night Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib raging In my new car bought from entertainment Champagne and gaining clout fast, whiplash Did this bitch just pass in the club hugged up, stupid ass Grabbed her by the pony tail, "never disrespect me" I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the Land's mine She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again Squeezing the pen, released again, chart toppers Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems New woman, she's great, this a different world Checking out my wife's chemistry with my little girl It's so amazing, playing, life is so crazy I'm grown up and thankful for lessons God gave me [Chorus 1: Keon Bryce] There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feeling alright I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now that I'm feeling right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright [Music changes] [Outro: Unknown speaker] From the day you was born... Your daughter Destiny, was one of your destinations...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Everybody’s Crazy[Verse 1] Peace, peace Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah Fist full of dollars in a dice game God D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white wings Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor More knowledge than Webster dictionary, obituary column plus sign 'em The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming The jig is up, gut 'em like fish, Swiss cheese 'em up My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers But they small as a shanty in a African village Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers Let shottie off in club floors, pellets spray your familia You screaming like you love war [Chorus] Everybody's crazy And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop But everybody's crazy And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop [Verse 2] Peace, fuck you with a fist in your ass You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag You know blood baths I makes 'em, fake thugs I hate 'em 8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting 'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's laying No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing Niggas get flashier houses more plusher Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing I'm light year far, your mouth get all white When I'm near you I frighten your heart I want you to watch me notice stare look closely Feel I'm who you 'posed to be real I know it hurts you Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but [Chorus] Everybody's crazy And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop But everybody's crazy And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop [Verse 3] Peace, I know where niggas sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots War cost money and man I got too many spots Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up Not me, you're not ready I'm low but I be watching We all connected so your man know my man Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up Beat cases and now niggas back on the block, what Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high Their main niggas'll take the contract, surprise So we play a mental game, intimidation Got pussy niggas getting pressed up on and paying I wish these niggas would step up wait for the day and Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying Who ever thinking coming to my vault or the safe I got some niggas with acid, get it thrown in your face Play dirty catch your moms in J-30 Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now [Chorus] Everybody's crazy And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop But everybody's crazy And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Art of It[Verse 1: Nas] Fire spitter, I ain't never met a higher nigga Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless Mansion, marble foyer I can afford a closet in alphabet order A life, Adidas under A, the B for beater, Bottega British Knights sneaker, my C so ill That, man, I get chills when I look at my Christian Diors, they kill D is for Dries Van Noten Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing D cups, tequila and blunts Weed, women, and liquor Depending on the day is a different mission They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up for him My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him Speaking of G, the gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it .44s never could miss him, coming to see us Glad to see you made it home to the hood, nigga We blowing trees, tell me, don't it feel good, nigga? [Chorus: J. Myers] Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la [Verse 2: Nas] Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket Fuck maintaining, that's lame language Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out a magnum And I'm the type who runs to the drama looking for who clapping Nike boot, what I eat him, he like food Pulled out the barrel Four-fifths rip through bone marrow Make his toes spiral the dirt While his feet kick up rock, he's a sprinter Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters When I attack I'm faceless like a iron mask They get away quick, traceless, lying back, liars pass I breathe deep like Lamaze class Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last Stretched out or in a body bag, I ain't that Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last [Chorus: J. Myers] Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la [Verse 3: Nas] Look, I don't have that much time, candidly, I'm in divorce Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label Y'all got plenty checks, CEO, man I'm only 36 but if it's— point five on the table I say with all respect my dude Thank you, we had the best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the talent I possess Never know, there could just be a time when I'm behind your desk then let you go Could you imagine Nas the exec? The artist on the masters controlling your release Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me So my product'll be a big commodity Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me Cautiously I write this next line honestly 'cause I'm a G, there's no beef I used to open off making fifty G's But now I spend that on a diamond to make her neck freeze My larynx'll serenade the hood I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good TMZ, they hoping when the marriage end I'ma turn to Larry Flynt Nas is not the average gent, I'm on my classy shit Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get More real nigga shit [Chorus: J. Myers] Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 1996 Freestyle[Verse 1: Nas] What up? Escobar season begins Repent your sins Nine-Six Trackmasters Check it Spark the lye with the eight-forty I fly Pretty thug show no love its like when doves cry Maybe I'm just too demanding, parked the Land Mark Buchanan, fuck a job I'mma die scramblin Digger gold, dig a bigger hole in ya soul Que Pasa, Pablo's throne cabron At the airport the Mobb picked me up in a truck Jewelry chunky like fuck never scared to get stuck So whats the deal Papi? Heard the feds could of knocked me Had the cuban posse all up in my room and lobby Negotiating, my name holds weight, we motivatin' Hustling, as if God was dancing with Satan The Firm waitin', to get ajourned cause we facing Double life, thuggin for life, you taste it The white numbin ya toungue I bought it from Dominicans A suitcase of benjamins swung tight in his fingers Had the Firm gun slingers, hit the lights, grab the white Murder everything in site, and jet in the Bimmers Now im home with the phone screaner Resting the stones in a jewelry cleaner Checkin my mail reading my supoena To the witness standing, I got remanded Livin on the 4th building and can't stand it Gotta fight my case from the inside Niggas telling, I felt it coming when my pockets started swelling But thats the game for ya Hid a stash to ya lawyers Supreme court, Queens New York will bore ya' Suited up, booted up, with the jail cut Million dollar bail what? Z put up the house and I was out Word the Fuck Up Time to get the shit on son Tryna trap a nigga Incarcerate me yo' Check it tho, yo, yo Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die (cross my heart hope to die) Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die Praise the Lord, ive been scarred with hot water Days are shorter, next court dates around the corner Money ain't the same, shit is outta order Since the days of Rich Porter Something gotta give, I ain't trying to bid Now I run up in cribs, body shit, but no women no kids In the Bridge where the murderers live I used to make a quarter million monthly I was ill until they sunk me Killed the snitch with the pump 3 shots Bought a passport off a junkie The Firm helped me flee out the country Word and I'm out, Pakastinian land Chilling with my man Jungle The commissioner Stout Killa B, what it is nigga firm bizEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Highly Favored[Verse 1] Patient My faith is highly favored by the father, love to all Rest in peace to Zanu, the barber brought cases Celebrate and take us back to thought The real New York, death to rapists and rats The touch school to Brooklyn stories The kings, the lifers, the lords of Queens Or the stories on Puerto Rican righteous, I heard things Know some people who know people Getting money, the broke people claim you owe some people It's easy to explain anything to a real liver of life Who live where you live and see shit the same Gotta watch who you joke with or get checked We easily mistake jokes for disrespect Where I'm from, it's never over if somebody dies Somebody gon' ride, years later, somebody son, double 4-5 You laid up in ICU, hoping you survive Too many stories like this one [Chorus] What's shaking? My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah) Patience My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to 'yall (Peace to y'all, yeah) What's shaking? My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah) What's shaking? What's shaking? [Verse 2] Uh, yeah Some are caricatures, amateur boys I'm like a classic pianist with a handful of sores Bandages on my finger, still managing chords Like a live band, performing in a sand storm Blind, but I still hit the right keys Swift as a life breeze, dripping In fear of God, scented in Diptyque fragrance Some nights Creed flavors, I am motivation I don't talk on the next man, I am never hating This daily bread, holy bread Alphabetical numerals, codes of red What's more dense, gold or lead? What's more expensive? The OG said, "No matter what it is, rent it And never buy it, it's all temporary possessions We don't own nothing on this Earth but our soul and that's the lesson" Project apartment parties, rest in peace to Marley Try not to get booked by Officer Laverty [Chorus] What's shaking? My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah) Patience My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to y'all (Peace to y'all, yeah) What's shaking? My faith is highly favored by the father, peace to all (Peace to all, yeah) What's shaking? What's shaking?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Breathe[Chorus] In America, you'll never be free Middle fingers up, fuck the police Damn, can't a nigga just breathe? Braveheart, still QB's Finest Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis (uhh) Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (woo!) To all my niggas getting money in the streets (yeah) Middle fingers up, fuck the police Light up my trees, and I just breathe... [Verse 1] I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with him, wisdom From pot to piss in to high position Intense hustle, it's pain like a pinched muscle 'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks 'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge slams a mallet And says life I'ma guap, then I cop Then I yacht, then I dock Island hopping away from nightmare holders Or cowboy slingers, who shoot up any club To see they names ring loud on some FBI poster Must be on X or they coked up Suggesting I post a, bail, I'm like, "Yes" 'cause we soldiers We just getting older, in time, we still in our prime I can't afford a new arrest on my folder Nigga, breathe... [Chorus] In America, you'll never be free Middle fingers up, fuck the police Damn, can't a nigga just breathe? Braveheart, still QB's Finest Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis (uhh) Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (woo!) To all my niggas getting money in the streets (get money) Middle fingers up, fuck the police (fuck 'em) Light up my trees, and I just breathe... [Verse 2] I'm, fresh out of city housing, ain't have too many options Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded Plenty Henny in me, envy was simply they trend, see My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me The high life, the fly life Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ Ice-wear gaudy, since '94 flossy The Lex was an excellent choice now fast forward me The pestilence of the ghetto informed me As a shorty, to push nothing less than a 740 With fresh linen, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on They sick, mixing they water with Airborne [Interlude] Oh, they so sick! Look how I got 'em going crazy, look at that! You gotta let it out, stress, ain't good man You gotta breathe (breathe...) And America, we gotta be free [Outro] Breathe... Breathe... Breathe... Breathe...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Things[Verse 1] Get yours nigga 'Cause I'ma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to y'all I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killers crawl And snitches call police On these niggas, and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces and startin' drama and Shootin' niggas, cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Better slow up Before you get your ass sewn up Nigga never gon' grow up Drinkin' the Henny But he know he gon' throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? Future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted and ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace, chasin' the papes Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things [Chorus] Nah, I ain't fuckin' with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man 'Cause now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gon' ride with you 'Cause now I'm into big things Nah, I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gon' stand on no corners I'm into big things Tired of talkin' small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things [Verse 2] When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style I'ma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of y'all can't come close to? Some of y'all Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when y'all niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I rap and y'all stop and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga, now Rocks that glisten Can't stop my mission Make another LP drop I'm hittin' with the new shit, exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is y'all bitches gonna help me get paper? No! [Chorus] Nah, I ain't fuckin' with you Now I'm into big things (ill) Gotta get my life together man (uh huh) 'Cause now I'm into big things (big things) Nah, I ain't gon' ride with you (nah not no more) 'Cause now I'm into big things (fuck y'all) You know I can't do that shit no more (why?) Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you (why?) I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gon' stand on no corners (why's that?) I'm into big things (uh) Tired of talkin' small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things [Verse 3] I go past y'all (UH-HUH) Y'all got the glass jaw (UH-HUH) And when I hit it, admit it Y'all on ya ass y'all (UH-HUH) We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gunnin' for dough You want to score But you really don't know how to to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast, now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out? Where ya clique now? Where you sit now? In the back seat Mad 'cause I flip styles and I pack heat Make you run laps like a pro athlete And I done that From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence I'ma tell you what's real And what could stop you from makin a mil' You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high with you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table 'Cause they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin'? Not forever At least to 140 Pray for me, I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown off Berry Gordy Good God [Chorus] Nigga I'm tired of games I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man 'Cause now I'm into big things Tired of talkin' small talk 'Cause now I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things Man we already did that Now I'm into big things No time to get sidetracked Now I'm into big things Get money now besides that Some more big things I'm into big things The big things The big thingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy March Madness (Remix)[Intro: Future] Dress it up and make it real for me Whatever that fucking means [Chorus: Future] Dirty soda in a styrofoam (yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA 200 miles on the dash (woo!) And gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started acting (we did it) Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie Nigga, gon' let 'em have it (we did) We ballin' like the March Madness (let's get it) All these cops shootin' niggas, tragic I'm the one that's livin' lavish Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks I didn't wanna fuck the bitch The molly made me fuck her even though she average [Verse: Nas] Reflect with radiance Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums Or I can get ignorant like that nigga Maury Povich portray us as I'm hip hop baby dad And all of y'all my litter, my little kids And my label's Mass Appeal A blunt, a pill and some liquor I get to my hitters, they spray your ass Get money fast, R.I.P. the check, smell my kilo breath I spit and I freeze you to death Cuban tobacco mouth, trap nigga cologne Been had the OG respect Pick the city, I knock four of ya' baddest 16 chillin' with Supreme Magnetic Fort Greene nigga with a little Queens bastard Now I'm in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status And we still strapped case you niggas want static Still ballin', still mackin' Niggas ain't a 100, he 60/40 We 50/50, that's automatic My niggas got open cases But niggas got watches and bracelets And cee-lo, I never throw aces Don't give a fuck about racists Pray that my niggas come out of the FEDs Shout to my niggas who dead We got the stripes All I got is my real niggas for life Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite [Chorus: Future] Dirty soda in a styrofoam (yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA 200 miles on the dash (woo!) And gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started acting (we did it) Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie Nigga, gon' let 'em have it (we did) We ballin' like the March Madness (let's get it) All these cops shootin' niggas, tragic I'm the one that's livin' lavish Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks I didn't wanna fuck the bitch The molly made me fuck her even though she averageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Queens Wolf[Verse 1] At fourteen tried out for the ball team Junior high, they denied me I shot bricks that made the backboard scream Fightin' Italian rival gangs, they was sniffin' glue I was skippin' school, smokin' green, that was the shit to do Stole somebody team jacket at practice, slept through my classes The borough Queens, so it's rep the Q to the casket Average student, had illusions of the supernatural Horror movie addict, werewolf fanatic and Dracul' One night after school and train hoppin' and snatchin' jewels I dozed at midnight, woke up a little after two My hands shook violently My eyes took red My hair spun in ways Bread was the only word I said I heard voices in the nights calling, the Benz engine roaring Heard that gin and champagne pourin' and niggas ballin' I put the .22 on my waist The face in the moon had a mean look I transformed to the Queens wolf [Chorus] You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' [Verse 2] Waking up is a pleasure though last night I can't remember Cash up on my dresser, where'd it come from? This is messed up What kind of fatal drug am I taking? who laced it? Previous night, memories who erased it? Wasn't even wasted I do recall the nightfall, lunar, the stars around it Then my man called, said what I did, the goons were talkin' 'bout it Singin' me praises, said I lit the corners up It sounded like Vietnam screamin' out "QBietnam" the loudest "Homie them dudes is scared you gon' spray 'em, word to Bing They'll do anything, pay you real good to be on their team" So that explain the money and the chains that's on my dresser drawer That wasn't there a day before, I should press 'em all But I be on some cool shit, nigga, my QU shit Audemars watch, burn a peach Swish', new whip Stoli' vodka, club soda with my new chick Ah shit, teeth showing, snarling when the moon's lit [Chorus] You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' You could hear me growlin' through public housin' No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island A Queens wolf Ladies wanna get beside him If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy God Love Us[Intro] Uhh.. Uh.. speak without thinkin'.. Speak without speakin'.. huh.. Feel without reachin', uhh That's what it's about It's about that, inner, inner love, yaknahmean? [Chorus] God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know) And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know) 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh And I know he feel us, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause he be with us in the prisons And he takes time to listen, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh But he forgive us [Verse 1] He who has ears, let him hear And he who has sight, let him see He who has life, let him be See everything goes through change Those who know don't talk And those who talk don't know a thing Men are born soft and turn tough Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God I've been hurt, I've been marked for death, almost ripped apart By the beast but he missed his mark Alone in the dark my thoughts had sparked up When I saw my body on the floor, from above I watch it all Yo it came to me, the pain in me Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be It strangely seemed, like it was a dream But the si-rens had never woke me Only reason I'm here now is 'cause God chose me And to me, I'm only just a crook nigga But God love us hood niggas [Chorus] God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know) And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know) 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh And I know he feel us, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause he be with us in the prisons And he takes time to listen, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh But he forgive us [Verse 2] Day by day by day I sit back and pray My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage They pass away, they went off the casket way My gats will spray, but that won't bring 'em back today So long my crimes now gone for eternity The team we got left on the set, now turn to me Can't speak, tears in my eyes, revenge in my mind I ride past the church where they got his body and find They takin' him to the hearse to put his body in dirt That's it, pay my respects, wipe my tears with my shirt Now it's time to do work, out of love and retribution As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses Loadin' clips up, countin' bullets carefully For self, though it feels like, he was there for me Saw the enemy, I ate him, saw Jakes behind me They ain't knock me, it's obvious that God's watchin' me [Chorus] God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know) And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know) 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh And I know he feel us, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause he be with us in the prisons And he takes time to listen, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh But he forgive us [Verse 3] Jealousy in the hood, felonies in the hood Thugs with guns become celebrities in the hood Yo it's beef in the hood, smoke trees in the hood Little girls have seeds by OGs in the hood It's food in the hood, it's drugs in the hood You can choose if you would, coke to sniff Dope to ooze in your blood, parolees Ex-cons live in the hood, it's jobs in the hood You can starve in the hood Your best friends'll fuck your baby moms in the hood But it's good in the hood, I was raised in the hood Was taught how to walk and duck strays in the hood I stays in the hood, got my ways from the hood Learned to play ball go to the NBA, in the hood There's AIDS (uh), in the hood (WHAT?) Our lives are the worst, on top of that, we broke That's the main reason why God, love us the most [Chorus] God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know) And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know) 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh And I know he feel us, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause he be with us in the prisons And he takes time to listen, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uhh But he forgive us God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know) And the killers, God love us good niggas (I know) 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggas, uhh And I know he feel us, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause he be with us in the prisons And he takes time to listen, uhh God love us hood niggas (I know) 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas But he forgive us, uhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Film[Intro: Nas] I want y'all to see this like film C-Sick on production, Nas on the vocal.. let's go [Verse 1: Nas] Lots of fog at night, red brake lights The freeway beside a restaurant Cold egg whites sat on my plate like 3 AM, this is a spot frequented by some made men I'm high on hemp A fly old pimp just walked in, his suit was shark skin He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in What fame does to niggas, change love to bitterness Friends to fiends for the audience screams, ridiculous Jumped up, paid my tab, got in my Benz and went To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends Some show love and some are envious Some got the heart of gold, some venomous At times I wanna go back to being penniless Ignorance is bliss, I love being innocent Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again And all is real so all's worth mentioning [Hook: Ultra Naté (sampled)] If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with Memories real, still ill, now I appear crisp like film [Verse 2: Nas] Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals Car doors rise with no touch of the handles Capiche? Caprese salad’s on beaches and islands Far from police sirens at least for a weekend Then it's back to the streets creepin I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behalf of this nigga speaking Add a splash to the Seagrams Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening As I circle the table like Babe Ruth Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude Bat to the brain with brute force Splatter my cream velour suit They hit me with lawsuit I slip in your whore coupe Your bitch hate you, word to Jesus Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew OGs hate to make way for the new Young niggas want Polo ain't fucking with J Crew It's safe to say I was once young and innocent But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] I speak to the street life The executive chief types The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras Cuz I barely survived crazy eras Honest, always make good on my promise I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it I was born to this life I didn't invent it But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats Either you like beef, or you like to spectate Give me gloves, and I'mma do it how the refs say We touch em and we come out tussling The ghetto is my garden of eden So I keep bobbin' and weavin' It's intense so I'm hardly breathing KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy War Is Necessary[Hook] War is necessary, war brings pain But war is necessary, war brings peace ‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up ‘Cause my niggas are war ready War brings hate (Esco, let's go let's go let's go!) War is necessary, war brings pain (Esco, let's go!) Get your warriors up ‘Cause my niggas are war ready My niggas war ready [Verse 1] Staring at the face of my watch, its like a crystal ball With the ability to make the issue stall I told my man duck, ‘cause I know where the missile fall ‘Cause the ice is a fortune teller for the rich or small Went to my man's crib who dead and saw his picture fall I picked it up, his voice whispered, "Nigga, ball!" So I smoke the finest, (85 for the ocean liners?) I do it for the have-not's, I'm at spot That resembles screen savers on your lap tops And niggas can't believe it like seeing that nigga Zab drop I be in Cameroon, bandanas on silk Dior Sip cream liqueur, green and blue FILA velour's suits Boss smooth, the only thing I endorse duke Stash houses, gamble, I don't sweat a lawsuit All true in living God, we was here first Parisian linen garb and cashmere shirts [Hook] War is necessary, war brings pain But war is necessary, war brings peace ‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up ‘Cause my niggas are war ready War brings hate (Esco, let's go let's go let's go!) 'Cause War is necessary, war brings peace ‘Cause war is necessary, war brings pain (Esco, let's go!) ‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up ‘Cause my niggas are war ready My niggas war ready [Verse 2] Whose crew was realist? Shot up the movie theaters? Times Square '88, whose crew was in it? (Photographed was?) sittin' on wood wicker chairs 40oz in the lap, givin' off wicked stares Punch out kings, bustin' pistols in the air Hangin' out a Cutlass Supreme window like "Bitch, come here" Girls cussing back at us with the fattest asses Like, "Who you calling bitch?! Little black bastards!" We had to wave the flag, here come they baby dad Drug dealers in the crazy Jag looking crazy mad They all thought they was sparkle, fucking killer men But we was all Black seeds as Fred Williamson It was so simple, now I'm reflecting in this gold Enzo Face it, my favorite trinket was that Teddy Riley guy bracelet So now it's fly shit I'm draped in, customized shit I'm makin' [Hook] War is necessary, war brings pain But war is necessary, war brings peace ‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up ‘Cause my niggas are war ready War brings hate (Esco, let's go let's go let's go!) 'Cause War is necessary, war brings peace ‘Cause war is necessary, war brings pain (Esco, let's go!) ‘Cause war is necessary, get your warriors up ‘Cause my niggas are war ready My niggas war readyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Know My Style[Verse 1] Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris' White chain, colored watch on a wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed, guess who? -- Nas, it's obvious Step to bars, we just order dark liquors Clear liquors, y'all niggas are S-E-X Yes we get respected, eclectic messages Left our brains, straight into a female's estrogen She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin' them Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction N-A-S, bend they ass over, spank it Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas Call fatties 'bubbles', call head 'skull' Before I get either I need some Red Bull She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything Gotta come up, run up and get touched up Suicide, that's if you confront us [Chorus] Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath) Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left) And all'a y'all know my style (Style) I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile) Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (Bang) You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song [Verse 2] Uh, from a boy to a king Love to rock diamonds and fancy rings I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy, mayne I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything Fellas who beat bodies with me Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli' with me Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks Old cats only roll when I'm in the city And the dance floor it's disgustin' Move your waistline to the basic percussion I'm that, cool laid-back don who won't say nuttin' And laugh when a nigga start frontin' [Chorus] Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath) Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left) And all'a y'all know my style (Style) I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile) Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (Bang) You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song [Verse 3] Rock Timbs, rock Chucks, rock Bapes Her light eyes, pretty lips, fly face First you said you would spread for me in an instant See me with the next chick, now you act different Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her Play your position, you way outta character Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse On the eyes shades in the nighttime regardless The army's so thick you can't harm us [Chorus] Don't talk, just hold your breath (Breath) Been here a while, only one nigga left (Left) And all'a y'all know my style (Style) I spend dough but I still let it pile (Pile) Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang (Bang) You put it on and on and on and on Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas songEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Understanding[Intro: AZ] Yeah, yeah, check it out I see today's mathematics as bein' understanding, you know? Understanding is havin' the ability to see things clearly For what they are, not what they present theyself to be It completes the cipher, you know what I'm sayin'? It's also symbolic to the black child, which is the best part Ayo, son, represent [Verse 1: Nas] Now, I'm the average nigga in the street life, God I try to beat trife odds, ride my L-E through the night fog and park It's buddha to be sparked, it's consistent The beast smells the L because it travel long distance Cruisin' in his Chrysler, pursuin' niggas in my cipher Start wildin' like insane asylum on Rikers Island Verbal assassin, I murder freestylin' One-two for the gun crew, three drinkin' Cristal and I play the side 'cause the words of man kill Proverbs buck out my grill, real as Ill Will, peep the steel! Nobody move, nobody die, why must I be high? Bustin' in trife bitches, touchin' mic switches It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Don like Perignon Females love the guns I be wearin' Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my sentences I flow demandin', that's understanding [Verse 2: Nas] 850 tempo, but rugged like a Pinto Chop shop hip-hop, burn the block intro High priests release voodoo Déjà vu on this taboo Illmatic shit and what have you Chef cocaine cook, no brainer, I got the proper diction My competition bleeds words and weed blurs my vision I'm freezin' in time, stop the rhyme I'm sober in a stolen Range Rover, much crime I, stick up America, Nas in your area Disrupt the sound barrier, clowns get pounds of terror A full whip for more clips then Clint has in his era Dirty Harry, cold, black, the uncanny of Kojak A Beretta stickin' up trucks carryin' Amaretto Clever to entice 'em, herbs I'm micin' while I'm pricin' Niggas like they slaves, best behave, I'm the nice one Nas; broken down from Nasir, means protection Pop dukes' resurrection, international hoes I'm sexin' While you be fuckin' one section Question: Does a lonely mic give me an erection? Yes, son On a float like The Jetsons, futuristic rappin' mystic Bust it, try and diss it while my finger's on the iron biscuit I rhyme terrific, sparklin' like the Diamond District It's understandingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sometimes I Wonder[Intro: Nas] QB, the whole NYC We gon' bounce to this All my niggas (yeah, yeah) All the ladies [Hook: Nas] Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I... [Verse 1: Nas] Top of the world is what I'm aimin' at These niggas is flamin' gats at my circle I catch you, my first reaction's to hurt you; I'll hit your bird, too Two in your scalp, then you out, your thug crew is out Blood oozin' out, some servin' caine Knowin' nothin' about this murder game It's easily told but hard to hear When niggas finally find out it's real That's when they heart pumps fear The real remain, the weak will disappear My words are 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear 911 style sits on your mind like chrome Let's say your brain's a V12, put it in drive, let it roam What color? Might as well make it the same as your dome You need your thoughts together means destination is unknown As we travel on this road, an infinite path I get into this math, drop and get intense for the cash Will I be subject to kill? Live my life by the gat? Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back [Hook: Nas] Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I... [Verse 2: Nature] I know a lot of fiends by their first name, livin' in Queens A lot of cats gettin' stuck for they chains Holdin' dirty guns, the young old dirty ones Runnin' wild, nigga, I raise hell above ground Live in sin, holdin' rocks, Benjamin Grimm Figure once I got knocked, it would end—never that They try to tell me I don't love my own The thugs know, they ride my zone, like The Cyclone Trademark for Coney Isle, yeah, they know me now I'm givin' niggas fake hugs, phony smiles Stack profits, you know how niggas on the block get Try to give you dap just to stare at your pockets Crews advance, nothin' new, just the rules of the land You couldn't tell if they wolves or lamb (Ha, word) You could fight like a few, there's a few that ran Or you could feed them and lose your hand What you wanna do? [Hook: Nas] Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I... [Verse 3: Nas] Blessings be to the ones who left us To transcend into spiritual essence, in Allah's arms you restin' To Him we pray for my peeps Louie Lloyd Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sonny back in the day "Get that money, yam," he used to say Not only nice with hands but street smarts, he was twice a man I try to understand life's deep plot, I think of Weewop Shikeisha, they both was mad nice on the rock They woulda went pro, but only God, he only knows why not Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers be not clean You come around, he start snappin' on you, makin' a scene Kept the lye, cool nigga, warm heart, and stayed fly You still alive, I see you in your sister's face Are you nearby or lookin' on, just from a distant place? My thoroughbreds, Black Ed, quiet but real Expect to see your black Jeep come fly over the hill In the spirit of Richie Lou, tribute Remind the world of the crime that NY pigs do, we miss you Never forget you, Harry and Sonia Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier T.J. Black, better known as Killer I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother, my nigga My man Will, until we meet again You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here I hope y'all hear my prayers clear [Hook: Nas] Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me? Dead partners too soon All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I... [Outro: Nas] Rest in peace to my grandfathers, Papa Charlie... (Will a nigga go under because of his hunger?) Rest in peace to my man's Horse pops, nam'sayin'? One love (If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?) Can't forget Nana, my man L.E.S. grandmom, nam'sayin'? (All these niggas flippin' on me ‘cause I won't give no loot to 'em) They still wit' us, though; I wonder where they at? (Sometimes I...) How near, how far? Sometimes I wonder (What?) Will a nigga go under because of his hunger? (Can't go under) This game is risky If a nigga slipped six feet, will these niggas really miss me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hold Down the Block[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield] I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation [Verse 1: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)] Yeah, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin' Salivating at the mouth, South to East Orange Keep pourin' that liquor, but nigga don't sleep on it You'll be giving up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it For legal fees in the penal dorm Screamin' on the horn with 'bout 30 years on your conscience I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin' Some dudes had just only a year of ballin' Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence (When the block is hot) Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in Waves spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition agin' (I gotta... when the block is hot) I got families I'm feedin', 'cause my mans is bleedin' Every five seconds look in all directions I come through prepared, I give 'em a call "I'm close, bring them guns downstairs" [Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield (Nas)] I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (hold it down) I gotta use my imagination to change the situation [Verse 2: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)] Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder Two niggas dead, Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day Friday, somebody-gotta-die day Saturday, put the gat away Chillin' with your chick and a bag of haze Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way 'Cause Sunday back to gunplay Most shit start over nothin' And get finished quick ‘cause the art of repercussion Yeah, I seen it, a G going out indecent (when the block is hot) Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15 Then one-time intervene (I gotta hold...) My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his 40s [Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield (Nas)] I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (yeah, word to mother) I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation (yeah) [Verse 3: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)] (I gotta...) Anytime brothers can't get jobs, then they rob A man rather die than live on his knees and starve Cops steady askin' your man what happened First he tell, then he stop, like he not really rattin' Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off (When the block is hot) Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star The rain hurt niggas' bones who been shot Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop The streets lie (when the block is hot), so you better be cautious Your man'll fry you plus everybody talkin' A vet, a General, don't step where I walked in Make your own path, be a legend in your skin (Hold down the block, when the block is hot) Make your own cash, don't stress what I'm flossin' Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them Queensbridge projects has taught him And that's for life, you heard me right, I got the block [Outro: Mark B. Mayfield] When the block is hot, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stay (Remix)[Refrain] [Verse 1:Nas] Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors Shout to them niggas Family men, bringing home dinners Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt your happy home Miserable and alone Kissable, nice to bone She not the type deserving of a throne Her beauty is her curse She fuck for shoes and a purse Make me a movie first Can watch you on my phone I shop in Barcelona I spend some nights in Rome Feel like a Knight from England That's what I named my son, Knight He was born to be one That's how my game was won White 740 Beamer Licked by an angel's tongue I'm living dangerous son She got a man, a famous one Honey be pocket watching, she got a lot of options Hard to make up her mind deciding which baller to rock with Hot to death, slim pickings but I'm not impressed She got the hottest sex So I guess I'mma just stay [Refrain] [Verse 2:Nas] Even though I don't like you Next Friday night can't wait to fight you Locked up I would knife you Don't fuck with you Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked I felt bad, wait do I got love for you I might kill you but do I got love for you I want you dead under six feet of soil At the same time Want you here to witness me while you in misery We hate each other but it's love What a thug mystery Years ago they ate the hearts of a slain enemy We enemies but your hatred could never enter me Some seek fame cause they need validation Some say hating is confused admiration Spotlight on me I still look twenty Still get money, lady killer Pushing a Bentley Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures through a nigga who realer I don't like you near bruh, but I need you to stay [Verse 1: J. Cole] You can drop a “Wet Floor” sign down for the tears God and my court date, the two things I fear Man, they tryna give a nigga years I’m tryna figure if I should even appear Or should I escape town? Catch a Greyhound Change my name, right – catch a plane flight Out the country, let them ma’fuckas hunt me Come and catch me if you want me Know they’ll lock me if I stay But where I’mma run to? I got a good girl, we got a son too And all we went through, we ain’t see eye-to-eye But what you told me way back, you was a ride-or-die So if they give me one, or if they give me two Or if a nigga gotta sit down and do a few Before I go, baby, I gotta know, what would you do? Would you find someone new or would you stay? Like the hoes when they lay with me? Puppy eyes when I go, sayin’ “stay with me” Aw, girl, you bad as hell and yet I’d love to But see I got a girl I’m really makin’ love to Therefore I’m feelin’ a lot more guilty when I rub you That’s why I skip all of that kissin’ when I fuck you Flush the condom down the toilet then I skate I had you, but you can’t have me, I never stay [Hook] Stay [Verse 2: J. Cole] Ha! Life in a hometown, ‘fore I could take a step I’m gettin’ grown now And startin’ to notice that I see the same hoes around Guess they had to go ‘round, my raps is profound I got the flows, but yet a nigga ain’t got no sound Copped a beat machine, I’m cookin’ up my own now Got my mind on the city where it goes down See, if I’mma get to where I’m goin’ then I can’t stay Although I love it here I’ll be damned if I sit around another year Dreamin’ dreams, hopin’ somehow that they just appear The hardest part of leavin’ is to know my mother here Oh, but I’m comin’ back – oh boy, believe that Let’s show the little niggas, boy, you can achieve that Got the city on my shoulders, piggy back Hello, my name is Cole and I’m here to stayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Another Black Girl Lost[Hook] I'm pregnant, don't know who the dad is I'm happy, but this shit's the saddest I'm maintaining, still keeping my status Fuck what you haters say, my ass is still the fattest Roll with the baddest, my girls in Gucci glasses How could you pass this? Your loss But I ain't tripping - I'm still the boss I won't be another black girl lost Lost, lost, lost, lost, Lost, lost I won’t be another black girl lost [Verse 1] Brown and beautiful, black and stunning, light and delicious Chocolate colored strawberry kisses and cherry lipstick Very mystic, bald stitches her wig Kinky curly and dread, goddess gon' grant my wishes Tantalizing touches, succulent skin, we should wed Start off broke then stay together 'til we make it big My queen is english, Sojourner Truth, I could learn from you Never Ike Turner you, but look what you turn and do like Get out of order, you're not a supporter of my dream Rich girl fantasy schemes, a good man she needs But she young and she speeding, honey now, what's the reason? You just met this nigga, think you owe him a fucking threesome So you lustin' to have a baby by a Denver Nugget You don't love him, you want security, baby, your bugging Financial liberty you're after, it's how you live But the blood test shows it's not even his kid [Hook] [Verse 2] Chanel bags, everything She shopping every time she gets a wedding ring This her 3rd marriage, 4 carats Brand new Jag, deserves to have it Temptation, she can't let go her dirty habits Mid 30's, spendin' dough at Magic She's dancin', romancin', she's up at Mansion She fucks all my mans, and they pop the magnums So now what you gonna do, the morning-after pill is way overdue 'Posed to get married, now you embarassed Who does this kid belong to? Promiscuous, cuz' she got touched by step-dad, sex at Such a young age, if you was a virgin, I'd get mad Sick society, blaming yourself so wrong I highly respect you, bet that, strong, intelligent This song ain't to poke fun of you, to get laughs I just love you, really love you Here for you, wanna trust you Wanna cuff you, be my lady But first, I gotta see the baby [Hook] [Outro] Ladies, I believe in you We gotta stop this craziness out here, though We gotta get right Because when we both get right, we both take flight Us real men need you, for realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Braveheart Party[Intro: Nas] Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz... Come on man... Let's do this It's a Braveheart party y'all C'mon [Hook: Mary J. Blige] Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party [Verse 1: Nas] I move at night, respect my gangsta Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right The club is righteous, tight with family Squeezin on big old bubbles with no panties Ladies who's sexually free And once in a while live on the wild side, kinky & nasty Middle fingers up and say "Fuck the world" Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girl And my fellas, two time felons, two nine tote and lethal Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down Blowin' a blunt cloud, and the DJ's makin' you feel thugged out Put yo hands up [Hook: Mary J. Blige] Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party [Verse 2: Jungle] I pull in a V12 drop all red Look at ma with that cat paw tat on'er leg Come here girl can I kiss you, let me lick you Show you what your body made for, you're official You could be my baby mama lookin like that What you drink, champagne or Cognac What you like dancin diamonds, Dolce Gabbana Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada A nigga like Jungle to always come thru Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to Cause I'mma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB Put'em up... [Hook: Mary J. Blige] Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party [Post Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Party all night (Party all night) Let's drink, no fights (Let's drink, no fights) Party all night (Whachu wan' do?) Let's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...) [Verse 3: Wiz] I'm blaze, haze for days Blackout thinkin' of ways to get paid Mac out corner I got it's all laid Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face Now do she want me to touch her? Or do she want me to see? Fuck is she comin wit me A true BHG Wiz, not complex Chin checks if it get hectic Nigga Braveheart respected Get bent at the bar, talk shit, walk it And if I can't talk it, the false big cop a case I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch and take it to the face Throw yo hands up [Hook: Mary J. Blige] Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and partyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sekou Story[Verse 1: Nas] Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, fuck frozen They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists The main dude, Sekou, face look hard as shit Remember like yesterday, they were the kings of ecstacy Kept sellin' it, he blends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage Bitches let him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in his car All red Ferrari, Florida where we met at a redlight Homeboy bumpin' my old shit They wildin' with some freaks from the islands Piled in behind him, limosine, Benz He shouted, "Nas, roll with us" I'm bored so I followed him Nikki Beach, here's where the scene begins He put me on to Dawn, nice ass with a set of mean twins Had a pocket full of cash, Sekou wasn't lettin' me spend I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for anything Then he brings me to his castle in Coconut Grove War stories about dudes both of us know Never heard drunken words spoken so slow A year go by, the nigga was fly Prada shoes, a lotta jewelry, stayed high Got a call, he's in N.Y Needs a couple of G's 'til tomorrow, I dips by For a season where he's at Greets me with a smile, told him "Here keep that" Next week got a call from his wife Said somebody done took son life *beat changes* She said [Nas as Scarlett - repeat 2X] "Who gon' hold me down now? Hold me down now Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now? Who gon' hold me down now? Who gon' hold me down? Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now" [Nas as Scarlett] Forget about them other dudes, they talkin' to me rude Cause I always knew the truth, they hated Sekou H2 full of holes, the drove him off the road Left him there on Biscayne, clothes stained with his brain My soul shattered, my man's toe's tagged up Arrangement's a closed casket See now a ho has to, maintain with his fake gang Sheddin' fake tears, I won't have it Look, this kid's Jamaican -- half Hatian, half Asian Brag about how the streets needed a changin' Son, you the only one a bitch could call You remind me of my dude, help me get them all Nas: "Di-sci-ple" *scratched by DJ 3X* Scarlett: "You remind me of my dude, help me get them all" Nas: "Di-sci-ple" *scratched by DJ 3X* Scarlett: "You remind me of my dude, help me get them all"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Makings of a Perfect Bitch[Hook] I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with And listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this? The makings of a perfect bitch [Verse 1] A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper Mad niggas in this one predicament You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it My stupid dick again searching for something to jump and then start humpin' Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef Say goodbye to the stress [Hook] [Verse 2] I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever These surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be better Four cycles of blood, child birth first Men-e-stral cycle, last men-e-stral cycle then death That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth Put 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chef Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh Heavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess If she survives she'll be sucking me next Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could titty fuck while she do My taxes for the IRS So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart Know you mad cause you with a bitch that nag you to death I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath [Hook] [Verse 3] Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets Like Billie Holiday in Harlem Body from Ki Toy Johnson and Kenya Moore in Apple Bottoms Maya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillan Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit Helping me load clips Some words from a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist" But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without without the misses All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Disciple[Intro] Nas "Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?" L.E.S. "Prophesy!" Nas "Yeah." L.E.S. "Prophesy baby!" [Hook: Nas & L.E.S.] Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Let's go!) [Verse 1: Nas] Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine, Nas Is Like Love Undying, Money's My Bitch in Thugz Mansion Thugs dancin' around the fly shit Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles Money, jewelry want me then come get me Hit me but don't miss me, you history Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back" Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin' What the fuck is that, freestyle [Hook: Nas & L.E.S.] Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Esco!) [Verse 2: Nas] Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real Get a smack in your face, cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it Then dress warm for the cemetery climate When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion? Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness Hell yeah, awareness is my alias Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest The realest, HERE IT IS! [Hook: Nas & L.E.S.] Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Street's!) Disciple (Street's!) Disciple (Esco!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Good Morning[Intro: Nas (Ron Isley sample)] Good morning, yeah (Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah) [Verse 1: Nas] Good morning, the same old jerks goin' to work Garbage man pick up the dirt, the birds don't chirp There's this nice lady I know, she always speak With her two children, headed to the school building Then rush home again to lit housin' And they are puttin' out the new ceilings Cause her shits is leakin' Water keep drippin' down, so she beefin' Husband keep cheatin', he've been out all-evenin' Good morning, police shifts the hood is on-in' So they drive around all-day with bench warrants Eatin' donuts and sippin' on coffee Ooops! Sudden stop, it spills on the walkie-talkie "Damn, this nigga is a creep" Whispers the police at the Wino in the middle of the street With missin' front teeth twistin' blunts deep in the cut It's my nigga so I holla what up, niggas good morning [Chorus: singer (Ron Isley sample)] Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah) I didn't get a wake-up call from out there (Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah) So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson And only live by God's blessing Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah) I didn't get a wake-up call from out there (Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah) So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson And only live by God's blessing, good morning [Verse 2: Nas] Good morning, yawnin', dawn is now gone and New day, toothpaste brushin' my screwface Follow the light, it's just a great feelin' And I love life, every minute is pure healin' Can't you tell I'm much happy nowadays No more child play, livin' life the foul way My man just came home speedin' Tryin' to catch up with 9 years of no freedom The paper say, "They finally caught him" He back in, I guess street life got too borin' Kind of quiet, half the hood is still sleep If you saw the night before you won't believe it's the same street Put on my 'lands and, leave the Phantom Take the low-whip for a trip up to Pan Pan's Scramble egg whites and turkey bacon "Ma, pass the hot sauce from out your apron" Uh, good morning [Chorus: singer (Ron Isley sample)] Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah) I didn't get a wake-up call from out there (Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah) So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson And only live by God's blessing Good morning 'cause I'm still here (yeah) I didn't get a wake-up call from out there (Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah) So I'ma head back to the street for a lesson And only live by God's blessing, good morning [Outro: Ron Isley sample] Yeah, yeah well, well yee-aah Yeah, yeah well, wellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Day Dreamin’, Stay Schemin’[Intro] To my niggas To my niggas What! What! [Verse 1] Looking back in time, when I had on my shine I saw you standing there I never tried to diss you, you didn't need your pistol Why did you have to take it there But then again, it was just my imagination When my crew told me it was you that was player hating Then we had to have that terrible confrontation There's nothing I can do to help this situation... [Hook] Stay scheming (ya niggas kill me) Niggas wanna get at me Stay scheming Niggas wanna get at me [Verse 2] Its been awhile since the last time we hung out Full of weed, drinking henny until we all passed out Stretch bently, Queens clique, pushing mean whips And ho I'm with, glad who see she with Shorty with the don Me and horse switch cars Jazz ruff for the six, this is it par Thug nigga never thought I get this far Who is that icing me from over there in the fog? You got the mack god, you got the gat par Dam, why they gotta do it to the black god Everytime we chilling niggas want to act hard My nigga Jungle known to slap a nigga back-ward So we chill pay no mind, think about about shit I'm for the love of it Stubborn niggas always plotting on the brother tip Can't even chill cause niggas just [Hook] Stay scheming Niggas wanna get at me Stay scheming Niggas wanna kidnap me [Outro] But they never do it motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rise & Fall[Intro] Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out [Verse 1] The transition from a young fool Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels Live his life in the ghetto where guns rule It was cool wasn't mad, I had to take out cabs Made my first LP afforded H-Class, my face gassed '94, Sold out in every record store Local hood rats who wouldn't speak Now I'm who they're checking for Shown crazy love, ran up on stage with 80 thugs After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar and wrecked the clubs Happy, no hating, more henny, more blunts circulating My single in rotation on every radio station Eyes popped when I drove my first ride on the block Summertime, block parties, cookouts, I spend my knot Truly, niggas was fighting over who was closely to me Happy with the new representative of QB To hit the top first you have to gotta fall before you make it With for 4 minutes of your time, watch me demonstrate it [Hook Slick Rick & Nas] This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style (From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) (Mega popular center of attraction) I was the main event on the TV for a while This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style (From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) (Mega popular center of attraction) I was the main event on the TV for a while [Verse 2] Cayman Islands in the winter, summer bus rides to Great Adventure I've brung New York back to real rap inventors New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team Infinitis for my girl for giving birth to my queen 3 g's worth of chronic a week, promoters were mad I stopped doing shows to spend time in the street Loot declined, eventually so did my shine Repo looking for my Lex, back then I wasn't buying You can guess niggas started saying, with all the success "Why is your mom still in the projects?" I answered them vexed Fuck out my face, pistol in my car, full clip I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some shit So called mans would plot on my chips, I was fronting Niggas thought I was rich and got mad cause they was pumpin' My assumption, niggas want me pumped in the casket Kept the gun the same three-fifth a nigga got bagged with [Hook Slick Rick & Nas] This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style (From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) (Mega popular center of attraction) I was the main event on the TV for a while This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style (From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) (Mega popular center of attraction) I was the main event on the TV for a while [Verse 3] Caught a case now, I'm home staring off into space Flashbacks of all the jewelry, cars, crossing my face Rappers I met, hoes on video cassette No management, no more good life and no respect Hearing crowds roar, crystal pouring mixed drinks Haunted by the thoughts of second album sophomore jinx Where did I fail? Death threats, woke up in cold sweats Thinking about all these murders that know where I rest From hanging with crazy cliques that's known to take shit Bracelets, and all that beef now I'm involved, was paperless My cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap-niggas Who snatch babies up to get back figures Lessons from heaven, every night I slept with my weapon To guard my family for a minute I forgot my profession Not from Columbia or Nicaragua Don't distribute coke from Antigua, that shipped out to Panama Pablo Escobar's bloody reign came to an end Far from my life; a kid who made his fame from a pen Hit the studio and change the game again Wrote down all the pain within, top of the charts, triple platinum Got the fake love back, money stacks, more plaques Had to see who I was just to know where I was at Saw both sides of the game, all the ups and downs This goes out to the future rap kings coming up now [Hook Slick Rick & Nas] This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style (From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) (Mega popular center of attraction) I was the main event on the TV for a while This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style (From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) (Mega popular center of attraction) I was the main event on the TV for a whileEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Imagine[John Lennon] Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us, only sky Imagine all the people Living for today [Rap Verse 1: Nas] Imagine we could all get along Won't be long Til that day comes Mothers, stop cookin', take off your aprons Father, stop lookin' at every sports station Take a second And think of every poor nation Making weapons They can't afford a plate, no proper healthcare Over here in Section 8, a lot on welfare Yo, the wealthy laugh, the market crash, economy's bad How did we change it, newsflash about a power that's dangerous How do we escape these brainless acts of terror I'd tell you now, if Jesus ever comes, it'll not be better Put our hearts in the right place Humans of all colors We stand up as one race, I promise you, one day Imagine that [John Lennon] Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion, too Imagine all the people Living life in peace [Hook: John Legend] You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one [Rap Verse 2: Pitbull] America, the Land of the free America, the Land of opportunity America What's the point of having a Statue Of Liberty If you turnin' refugees, back at sea Music was made to move them Even the devil he dances I got a lot of questions And I'm searching for answers We taught to believe in religion, but religion's The reason the Twin Towers are missin' Listen That was the past, but maybe now, you realize The man above us the only thing That keeps us alive We breathe the same air We bleed the same blood Imagine our people treated equal, imagine one love (One love) [John Lennon] Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world [Repeat Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Suicide Bounce[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ay fellas I-I think you might wanna s-s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one Ay ladies Put the petroleum jelly on your face Ayo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock their ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round Get them! [Verse One: Nas] Sitting up drunk, shuffling thoughts Got paper but I'm lost Losing focus, what a nigga still hustling for? My seed is straight, the family's settled Idle time get the man in trouble When wifey tourin', my life get borin' Start to remember all types of torment The devil's callin', but I don't answer Mom passed from cancer, leaving behind Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two nines Next to me in the Phantom, who lying? Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin Dada, trying to stay away from creeps With their bullshit, trying to put me back in the streets War stories, funerals Where Feds be laying, from a dreadful slaying Body viewings, at the wake Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket With his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci I'm above the standard But dudes is more zealous than Branford Thinking you're too rich, they want to gun ya Kidnap ya, cause of they hunger, but you fucking with hunters Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips Cause real niggas die over dumb shit Camouflaged in black hoods that dump clips Cause real niggas die over dumb shit [Hook (x2): Busta Rhymes] Fight, fists, dance, sucker Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch your, big, ass, momma [Verse Two: Nas] To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous Y'all the antithesis, the opposite Twitching shit, all up in your body language Mean mugging your bitch, because she leans over To look closer, told you: "Y'all sloppy gangsters", saying: "Nas is this, and Nas is that" Your eyes go front, your eyes go back Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at It's obvious you don't know how I react Like, I don't know where the party's at You're foaming at the mouth, losing breath Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed Because the fact is, y'all don't really want it Two to the head, four to the stomach Call more security because, I come off Anywhere you at, you scary cats If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain A thousand times harder, than when I first came Y'all not relentless, y'all dumb And y'all just forgot about the consequences Not a jail sentence, but see The nigga you feed'll kick it to dude, that kick it to me We posess, the recipes for death, because jealousy destroys Feed the dog first, watch out for Salmonella poisoning I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food And say: "That's the way you kill a man Avoid the shooting", hey {*echo* x4} [Hook (x2): Busta Rhymes] Fight, fists, dance, sucker Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch your, big, ass, momma [Outro: Quan, (Busta Rhymes)] You smile, in my face Secretly I know, you want my place You waiting on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe Want to come cut my throat, you want to get rid of me But before I let it happen, them guns going to start clapping And y'all going to rest in peace, because death is the recipe Before I let it happen them guns going to start clappin And y'all going to rest in peace, because death is the recipe (Suicide, bounce, brother) (x4)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy American Way{'Political'} Newscaster: "Recently there has been an emergence of socially Conscious and political rappers. It seems to be A new trend in the Hip-Hop world." *DJ scratches sample* {'Nas is a rebel to America!'}3X* (Yeah, check it, uh) [Vers 1: Nas] Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard little longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill sergeant, still thorough wheelbarrows of distilled vodka Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh We ain't got no choices who to choose Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools About poor children, then she gotta prove that she Ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MCs, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MCs on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh [Hook: Kelis] Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit [Verse 2: Nas] Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin Israeli men conversatin' on ends Probably businessmen, I sense good taste And they watch us, the spots an expensive place Manhattan New York, I'm tryna keep steamin' It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening This man leans in, his boys laughing Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens Since all Black women care about is who got dough And all we do is call them either bitch or a black ho I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go The biggest example in scandal of history Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree Most women who love Givenchy or Gucci Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies But who are we to blame, not the dames It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth So they deserve the Hermes purse Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh [Hook: Kelis] Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit [Verse 3: Kelis] I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay I don't care about dying of AIDS, but I care if I got paid Who even cares about the president? I think we're making a mistake I don't care about the hurricane as long as my family's safe I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country to bits Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh) [Kelis] Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way {'Nas is a rebel to America!'}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Can’t Kill Me[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all... New York City... Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight... The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world... The other night, nigga was at Lotus... I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know... But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo Check it out, check it out how it went [Verse 1] It was just cool like, smooth night with my jewels bright Goons left, goons right, coupe with blue lights Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off In the loft, mixing hash and dro Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast When the phone ring, the house lights flash Turned down the sound, let's get down to business Shit about to go down with some foul niggas What the voice said, "What up, pop? Who want it?" I put the guap up, get the boy popped He say "Son, stop, it's dudes you feedin' Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'" Dog, why you callin' me? This our food You handle the mouths that it trickles down to Niggas want beef, I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich Don't bother me with silly shit, call Rico He said "It IS Rico, of all people Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather" Said the nigga shot up my cars Last night he laid for me to come out my doors? [Chorus] Niggas always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggas always on that bullshit Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit Niggas always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggas always on that bullshit Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me [Verse 2] High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, Balderdash I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah Packed the 9's, yo this nigga's asinine Smack your mom, relaxed and calm, then mack your mom In a casket, you'll get your fashion on You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' with Nas Remember anyone can get it at anytime Lames'll swear by your name, when they lie Get hit with the lone star, ripped where your bones are So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-0-1? In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser Merk you wit your own shooters All you want is a name, pissed and insane My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen Then it goin' off, start spittin' Niggas try to bring it where I live in Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at So we waited with the Sigs, blat, blat, blat! [Chorus] Niggas always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggas always on that bullshit Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit Niggas always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggas always on that bullshit Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me [Outro] You can't kill me You can't kill me You can't kill meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Album Intro (I Am...)[Intro] La la La la, la la, la la la la la la la La la, la la, la la la la la la la [Sample 1: Live at the Barbeque] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage [Sample 2: Halftime] Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Check me out y'all [Sample 3: It Ain't Hard to Tell] From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell [Sample 4: The World is Yours] It's yours Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin [Sample 5: One Love] One what? One love, one love, one love, one love [Sample 6: The Message] Fake thug, no love You get the slug CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though [Sample 7: Street Dreams] QB since 1933 Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something [Sample 8: If I Ruled the World] Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine" If I ruled the world (Imagine that) [Skit] [Horse]: Yo Jungle, how you feel about that Nas shit? [Jungle]: Niggas heard that shit, man, the fuck is that, man? Sorry man, y-you gotta play that shit to niggas man, niggas know what the fuck time it is man. (Horse: Okay man) Word man, it's your shit man, it's your time man, fuck all these niggas out man. Word is bond man, we ain't gonna fuck about none of these motherfuckers man. It's your time man. Word [?]. It's real man. Try to tell these niggas one, two times man. This the motherfucking third time we telling these motherfuckers (Horse: What!?) man. The third time man. And this time gonna be the worse time man. Word is bond man out for the ghetto man, for all the motherfucking corners, all the motherfucking thugs man, real gansters man. Niggas in jail and shit man. Niggas with real-real motherfucking money, niggas with real motherfucking things on their minds man, word is bond man. [?] bitch ass niggas man (Horse: Fucking faggot emcees). Fucking weirdos man, y'all weirdos out there man. Fuck all of y'all niggas. Yeah man y'all niggas can write what y'all want. Suck my motherfucking dick. You're-you're a bitch! What the fuck y'all want, man. Listen to this gangster shit, this is gangster. Real shit! How 'bout that? For the Nas, man. [?] Drugs, man [Horse]: Fuck all y'all faggot motherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shine On[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Hook:] Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants diamonds without the bloodshed They wanna shine on 'em Shine on 'em Shine on 'em [Verse 1:] Yea, they dug me out the soil and the mines of the motherland Now I'm displaced, one hand to another hand Illegal smugglin', people strugglin' Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again Yea, guess that's how we got here, slave trade and the diamond trade Every childs afraid when his mother and father get sprayed Forced in the army, young killer brigade Get's a new name, then he gets his nose glued Till his mind can't take what he's going through Lookin' in the dirt for that ice so blue Then the royal family the ice go to And this thing has to change, feelin' half ashamed As I rap with my platinum chain When you shop for me you think about the misery? The same way we made apartheid history We can do the same way to the conflict ice But everybody wanna shine right? [Hook:] [Verse 2:] My VVS glimmers on my chest, 200 thou encrusted watch on my wrist I wonder how how people starve to death, when God blessed the land that lacks the harvest The stones are quality, but their homes are poverty And the whole world ignores the robbery Bought my girl pretty rocks, but she mad at me Tear drop shape, ugh, perfect clarity It shocks so many are killed annually Cause of greed, lust, and pure vanity Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it Every holiday season, jewelry stores crowded Kids snatched from they homes, mutilated alive Husbands separated from wives Keep a Jesus Piece to be fly But there was a time back in the day when they called that shine [Hook:] [Outro:] Incomprehensible singingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Mic (Remix){*speaking softly, gradually getting louder*} Turn my headphones up, it's pure Nuttin' gonna stop me now, Stillmatic Tye Fyfe remix, you know? (I'm here now, we here, it's your world) Ill Will y'all Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One person front, my face on the front page Only if I had one love, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151, one sip'll probably make me flip See my name in the hieroglyphs, like Osiris and Isis Parables written inside papyruses Ackowledge it, we been all tricked time to come out of it Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin' us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the cop (shot) again Bus stop, glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I duck back, forget gettin' hit! {*more sirens*} This is my hood I'mma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little brothers is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sent from the star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO FLY, WITH MIND POWER THIS IS WHAT NAS IS 'BOUT, BROTHERS THE TIME IS NOW! {*whispering again*} Yo, all I need is one mic.. All I need is one mic.. that's all I need All I need is one mic.. all I need All I need is one mic.. yeah {*gradually getting louder*} All I need is one cup, one page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one Look back at all the hatred against me, touch alla them Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three (shots) From twin (Glocks) there's sixteen a piece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my dunns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral Never get caught up, pain'll go through the innocent Nothin' is fair, brothers roll up, (shootin') from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let this all slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of (macs), too many (nines) If y'all people really wit me get busy load up the (semis) Do more than just hold it explode the (clip) until you empty There's nothin' in our way - they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush (Lead) flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE DUDES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY PEOPLES THE TIME IS NOW!! {*whispering again*} All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin' else in the world All I need is one mic.. that's all a (nigga) need to do his thing y'know All I need is one mic.. {*starting loud this time, getting quieter*} ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'm ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin all that slick stuff, while my name is biblical Wonder what my secrets is, enemies'll move on you Only if they know, what your weakness is I have none Too late I'm mad young I'm laughin' cause I'm a cool brother Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you brothers What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin' War gets deep, some beef is everlastin' Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin' each other Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, (cop) would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, people throwin dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Women left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes Movin' with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin' my melon cause none of these brothers real Heard they were, tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul searchin', the time is now All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, (fuck) cash All I need is one mic.. (fuck) the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy War (Birth Of A Nation)[Intro: Raye] Oh yeah-yeah Oh-na-na-na, uhm [Raye] Concrete bricks, bullet proof vests I'm proud of these walls that I built to defend And protect this bold heart This bold heart But the way you marched into my home Not few, big army With the weapon on your arm Yes, you struck straight with your cold heart Your cold heart [Verse 1: Nas] I'm like Nat, I'm like Nat I'm a man of God but where is Christ at? And even though my name is Nas I am like Nat Is this me declaring war? White flags I now know why I was even born To strike back A full moon up in the sky, that's a sign that It's time to get my liberation, the perfect configuration It's the birth of a nation, midwife black Mother father, caucasian My blood Indian, native So now I'm contemplating being like Nat 'Bout to show you what I'm made of I'm what racists are afraid of No mule and the 40 acres And despite that Watch out for the traitors When they say make America great again, do they mean make us all slaves again? Don't be sidetracked [Hook: Raye] Is this you declaring war? No, we will never wave the white flag, the white flag So you think I'm gonna run now? No, the time has come to fight back, to fight back This is me declaring war This is me declaring war, war This is me declaring war, war [Verse 2: Nas] Don't want to be a victim no more Depicted as a criminal, especially when you're poor Why doesn't the government order capital punishment To officers Who racial profile and put slugs in us Makes me think they want us extinct On the brink of insanity We screaming for justice, they sending tanks, the man in me Demand we protect the family, anarchy Ku-Klux-Klan and him demanding he damage me So my fantasy is every single one of us Come against the evil divide of people, it's common sense The fury, I hope the whole world hear me No justice, so I became a revolutionary No matter if you're red, white, black If you want freedom then we're all like Nat [Hook: Raye] Is this you declaring war? No, we will never wave the white flag, the white flag So you think I'm gonna run now? No, the time has come to fight back, to fight back This is me declaring war This is me declaring war, war This is me declaring war, war [Outro] Dear America, it's time for a better America There's a little Nat Turner in every one of us No matter if you're red, white, black If you want freedom then we're all like Nat War, war (war), war, war Declare war It's time Let the spirit of Nat Turner live foreverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Quiet Niggas[Produced by Dame Grease] [Intro: Nas] Where my real niggas at There's a lot of real niggas out there There's a lot of real niggas everywhere That's why you don't fuck with just anybody A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin' Not botherin' nobody, until one muthafucka fuck with 'em And then all hell break loose [Chorus: Nas] Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga [Verse 1: Grand Wizard] Well known gangstas, entrust, that we bust Your heart and soul lies with us, let's see Boldly go where we once took a nigga before Now the motherfucker beggin' for more It's Thorazine Standin' here shakin', hatin' the haters, they watchin' my paper Realize, a 4-5 will open his eyes Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop? Nigga standin' there just like a cop Braveheart I'm screamin up the block Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact Don't let me get up and show y'all muthafuckas respect Plans connect The twinklin' diamonds upon my neck More Jazz than Hornacek I blast, leave your corner wet Straight on top of ya Spittin' like the Trench Coat Mafia In a schoolyard, we make it hard What's poppin' y'all? We made our change; what's stoppin' y'all? They spray y'all names Rest in Peace on the project wall [Chorus: Nas] Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga [Verse 2: Horse] I wave gang signs at the youth, that's down for the cause Sling them things 'til the very end, you better get yours Time is runnin' out Your streets is gettin' smaller as we speak Giuliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep I miss the shit out of David Dinkins Please free John Gotti They kept the black man eatin', not killin' everybody Drug wars is real You have no friends in the outfield Foul balls is death, umpires keep ice grills There's no tomorrow, it's the bottom of the 9-9 Can't die a broke man with a bitch that's fine My heart's full of braveness, so who the fuck will want to save this Fallen angel from fallen, startin' chaos on this nation Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin' You could find us in the hood, thuggin' and regulatin' Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin' You could find us in the hood, thuggin' and regulatin' [Chorus: Nas] Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga [Verse 3: Jungle] Yo, we here to eat food, my peoples be lethal Shots in your body make you see-through Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas 25 to life bid, never cry niggas Floss when they up north Chest gettin' bigger Celebs on the V.I., respect that nigga Reggy on the regular, chops it up, like a editor Come through one man gang like The Predator If your wake, I'll wet it up, Jungle set it up The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin' at you Air out your area, Queensbridge forever, what Ill Will the label Bravehearts, y'all scared of us [Verse 4: Nas] Yo, when those niggas ran, these niggas stayed When those niggas switched up and bitched up afraid These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge Those niggas got jail and sick 'cause we paid Don't even rep QB, you ain't got hood stripes Looters come through catch you frontin' and it's goodnight Know how much force this is Jungle, Horse, and Wiz Nothin' but horses, kid We go to war for this [Chorus: Nas] Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones who get killed It's wild where we walk, kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Some of Us Have Angels[Chorus] Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation) Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation) [Verse 1] Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat A good nigga, you don't leave tracks A hood nigga wantin' G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that You feel you need that, where the juxs at? These are your niggas, creepin' they be leavin' niggas sleep witchu Loc' style, quiet no smile, it's the official Sometime they grimy, speakin' on they own people They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos Now these are your bitches, phonin' lonely homie chickens All the homies stick 'em, you think you own 'em man, listen She stab you in your sleep with a knife from out the kitchen Put a root on you, next week they find you missin' Dead in your Expedition in the forest, fell off the cliff and Tumbled 'til you blew up, Feds told her and she threw up Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices Two sides of us, negative and positive [Chorus] Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation) Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation) [Verse 2] Now this is your mom, your good luck charm Pushin you to do no wrong, prayin for you that you live long Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy In and out of jail, mom's screamin', "God take me!" This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him The man of the house, mom and pops separatin' Spittin' image of a gangsta, the way pop walked The way pop talked, got older and you thanked him now This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies Turnin' into the things moms wanted you not to be Crime followin' the wrong dudes who have no values Life's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you This is the test, the stress, the conflict the ups and downs of Niggas around you make threats They tell you keep it gangsta, no matter the predicament Even though your decision won't help you benefit [Chorus] Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation) Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation) [Verse 3] Now once again this is you, entertainin' your desires Bitches, money and guns, aimin' and you fire Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feedin' your seed Tryin' to eat? You form material needs The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool off By stickin' up niggas, make them take they jewels off His reputation is, bigger than his whole life span He never planned to fail, he just failed to plan What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers And any chance he get, he can take niggas He comes in all shapes and sizes, his best disguise is When he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me You are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head And if I let go I'm dead He stepped at my door, the takes motivate my spirit An out of body experience, so now I feel it Lookin' at my blessings, the bullets - that missed me coulda hit me Them court cases coulda put me in the penitentiary I never hate, that's just wasted energy The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery? The future - and time only reveals, what fear is False expectations, appearin' real We only human, love thy neighbor, so I was told And I will 'til permanently, my eyes are closed [Chorus] Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation) Some of us have angels (the kingdom, the power) Some of us have angels (the power, the glory) Some of us have demons (greed, and lust) Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Project Roach[Intro: Eban Thomas] It is absolutely silly, and unproductive To have a funeral for the word "nigga" When the actions continue.. We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers, and sisters Not a funeral for niggers Cause niggers - DON'T DIE {*echoes*} [Verse: Nas] Uh, yeah.. Yo, I'm creepy and crawlin', in your sink and your toilet I be drinkin' from your spit, anything cause I'm all less An insect with four legs; people come in, I fake dead Correction: I got eight legs, climbin' on top yo' plate, bed Wherever I smell food, it could be even jail food Stale food that's molded, a roach is what I am, fool The ghetto is my land, fool, I'ma never be able to Fly like a bumblebee, try not, to be underneath Your sneaker, pitiful creature, I'm not afraid of Your pesticide or RAID cause, in heaven's my Creator I love it when the light's off, eatin' from same knives, forks From, any man's dinner, see my antennas You can't win, you can't stand the crunchy sound I make If you squash me, learn to live with me How much your roach motel costin' you in the city? But yo, we everywhere, check your house good, I bet we there! Look there! [Outro: Eban Thomas] Niggers are like roaches - they're never gonna go away Learn from them what we should not become Cause niggers - DON'T DIE {*echoes*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The G.O.D. (Bonus Disc)[Intro] The G-O-D Ayo, check it out, it's God's Son I know I always give you clowns a little lane to come out 'Cause I drop every two years, but it's over now, you know? Hah [Chorus] The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me [Bridge] Is it because I got the city on smash now Oh woe woe Or is it because your time's up and it's a wrap now Hey hey hey hey [Verse 1] In the papers you read that Nas is crazy Lost his mind as he leavin' Sony The INC got him signed It's only a figment of your imagination Went to way with New York's Hot radio station Lost my patience, had to Zone Out Rappers blown out, I have the throne now The real shall reign, I feel your pain You too R&B, follow me, spell my name [Chorus] The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me [Bridge] Is it because I got the city on smash now Oh woe woe Or is it because your time's up and it's a wrap now Hey hey hey hey [Verse 2] God's Son across the belly Pardon, I'm hardly a bully But what y'all done to hip hop is scary Nas'll be truly the, last soldier to roll with Holdin it down, my proteges are over with now A producer like Swizz Beatz, on fire So is the control room, soon as my vocals are down Nas - God's Son, and y'all my little children So bounce with it, if you can pronounce the correct spellin' [Chorus] The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's me The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C That's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where Y’all At[Intro] New Nas... woo!!! [Chorus] Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (Just ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (All my niggas gon' ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at? (Fuck them other niggas) Where them dimes at?Where them dimes at? (Word to mother, niggas) Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at? [Verse 1] I slow Dance with the Devil, snow setting in the bezzle Mo' sipping, phantom, bumping Aaron Neville Polo black scented, eyes squinted Air Force One's, with my own pattern in it Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy Pagan holidays are way far from my reality Fart through Evisu jeans, lethal green Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens With no AKs, I'm the ambassador Robin Hood in the Aston Mart Lot of blood gon' splash in war Task force homicide, federalies gon' harass But y'all ain't never seen nothing, not a word not a hint On the kid from the Project Bench, that went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent To get the best man, y'all niggas ain't silencing shit Ya bitch been wanna polish the dick, the big Benz I'ma model ya chick with Zac Posen, cash froze her Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over Cold like ice, more chains than slaves Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble I could sell sand to a Arab, hiding my gun handle [Chorus] Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (Just ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (All my niggas gon' ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at? (Fuck them other niggas) Where them dimes at?Where them dimes at? (Word to mother, niggas) Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at? [Verse 2] The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya if you stand close to the woofer Bet you get sprayed by my lecture Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular Give it up smooth, I ain't begging ya Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that Eat with my elbows top of the table Street etiquette with speech impediments And still see presidents, no matter who paid 'Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung' Ask about Bravehearts and ask where I'm from Q-Boro, specifically The Bridge Don't ask no more questions, y'all know what it is [Chorus] Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (Just ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (All my niggas gon' ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at? (Fuck them other niggas) Where them dimes at? Where them dimes at? (Word to mother, niggas) Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at? [Verse 3] Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what Financier, skull do-ragged up Mob life, prizefights, plasma TV's or first roll Diversified dough in my circle Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness Numero uno, annuit coeptis That's the language of our Latin ancestors On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria My criteria, smoke cigars Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock and Roll With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing Almost put a million cash in my mommy casket Seen more green than St. Patrick, trick [Chorus] Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (Just ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? (All my niggas gon' ride with it) Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? (yeah) Where them dimes at? (Fuck them other niggas) Where them dimes at? Where them dimes at? (Word to mother, niggas) Where where them dimes at? Where where them dimes at? [Outro] Just ride with it All my niggas gon' ride with it Yeah, fuck them other niggas Word to mother, niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just Another Day In The Projects[Verse 1: Nas] I had a dream I was a gangster, drinkin' Moets, holdin' Tecs Makin' sure the cash is correct, then I step Investments in stock, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gun fights with the cops Custom-made suits, hands full of ice and gold Makin' thousand dollar bets on the dice I rolled Girls workin' night patrol, the whore market When I walk, niggas is rollin' out the red carpet Now, how good could a black man have it? Livin' like a king is a habit, I keep a automatic The whole crew's life is love above word Rumors about the way we make niggas well heard Nicknamed the "Killa Clan", soon to kill a man If there's still a gram, I shake my left hand And not do a minute on the rock 'Cause if I do a minute on the rock, the jury's gettin' knocked About girls I kept braggin' 'Cause I owned all the runner-ups in every state's beauty pageant Inside my Lamborghini, pour you a Martini Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me I'm livin' in a mansion, hold a nigga's wife for ransom I'm like a rich Charles Manson A view, backyard, about 40 acres You read about me in the papers I hit the jackpot every night from all my crack spots We attack cops for props I got sons with guns, they all done crimes They so wild, they even scare my ass sometimes Other niggas on the blocks is so corny I got my dime, I'm lookin like someone smoke for me Bad bitches kissin' my ass I got a few mill in the stash with beds made of cash But on my head was a price I made the bad-guys in Miami-Vice look nice All of a sudden, I got raided, my crib was invaded But the Nas still made it... ... To the getaway car And now my drivin' skills gotta be up to par The cops caught the car and sprayed till it was smoked up That's when I woke up [Hook: Piano hook] [Jungle] Yeah Nas, nigga Word life, kid [Verse 2: Nas] The whole thing was a nightmare I fell asleep watchin' Scarface, layin' in the chair Standin' on the block, it was flooded with cops Through the parks was the D's and the Narcs Watchin' me walkin' out my building Starin' and hawkin' shit, but I as fortunate I usually be goin' out with the 9 Instead, I had 10 bucks to buy a dime... ... Bag of weed, never cracks, I ain't with that I bought Buddha, some Phillies and a Kit-Kat Now I'm walkin' back through the drug infested area Which was filled with hysteria When a cop yelled, "Come here, black" I thought to myself, "What part of the game is that?" I didn't do no crime for you to be wastin' your time With your antagonistic mind He said that I was bein' smart and I better run He looked like a Klansman with a gun So, I started floatin' Police in Queensbridge, they don't be jokin' I ran up my crib, in the nick of time Rolled up a Phillie and stashed the 9 Police later left, I was outta breath and what not Somebody got shot, that why it's hot I called my man and told him the adventure And later, I meet him at the community center I need a six pack of Beck's It's Just Another Day in the Projects! [Hook: Piano Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Reason[Chorus: Emily] I see people hating other people Tell me what's the reason That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money What's the reason? [Verse 1: Nas] By the time of age nine I'm already decidin' If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin' Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one By by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects Watchin' them older niggas pass pot and they high man I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me So I would go to school and try to get good grades Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids So she cussed them, said "My son ain't no motherfuckin' hoodlum" They judged us, thinking that we dumb cause where we come from Got a little older and now I see Young niggas wanted by the powers that be (powers that be) [Hook: Emily] I see people hating other people Tell me what's the reason That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money What's the reason? For these wars we're fighting with each other Season after season When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin' What's the reason? [Verse 2: Nas] Uh, picture a Black nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down 5th Ave She never had it, it's not hers to begin with She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at home with no phone on Ain't had a good meal in so long, but so long as mommy's a maid Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin' Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him? I could imagine them askin', what type of human be-ing Could leave his family, go back to the Carribean? Was he locked up, shot up, does he have freedom? Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin' But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated A man feels he has to conquer all The world is his oyster, his pearl so y'all know [Hook: Emily] I can't find no reason why we can't all live in peace Cause this world keeps spinning, yet still I wonder what's the reason I see people hating other people Tell me what's the reason When you're workin' hard but there ain't nothin' comin' What's the reason? Oooh-whoa-ooh-whoa [Verse 3: Nas] I know a girl, her boyfriend was a fugitive She's intuitive, be on some stupid shit She called the cops cause she hated his mother Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her lover How many niggas gon' die this summer? I pump life in my music, but still life is a wonder There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute serial killer It's odd, huh? Cause he's the same cop in church with his wife He's molestin' his son and she ignores it at night Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and kills Betty Shabazz In her pad while she slept They said Prescott Bush funded Hitler while the world's in a twister Nigga, what you expect? Imagine what's next [Hook: Emily] Emily harmonizes as Nas talks: "Uh, uh, man, man'll search the whole planet, looking for what Try to conquer all. So what? To all my niggas with they Kids that love they kids, man. All the daddies out there To all the niggas that died tryin'a figure out what's what Tryin'a be the biggest of the big, you know. Yeah, yeah Ladies forgive us. Gotta forgive us. For we know not what We do. Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, buggin' out and Shit. Just man... man."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 96 Freestyle[Cormega](Nas) Ayo check this out son This is my man Nas Escobar And I go by the name of Cormega you know (you gonna get your self murdered) Yo check this out on the real son Anybody diss the Firm yo on the real yo I'm bringing it to you I ain't even saying the word Cause I ain't allowed to say it on the radio (any Firm members come out your mouth wrong) We keepin' it crazy real son on the real (violate the grand you get split in half) Son you gonna set it? set it son Matter of fact though [Nas] I peep you frontin, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin' Across the street you was wildin' Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came askin me my name, what the ugh I got stitched up and went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown cat's through, blazin at his crew I can't believe it achieve Yo Cormega whatever whatever whatever [Cormega] Pushin' a red lex With many screams inside the headsets So much beef, police surprised I ain't dead yet I keep red tech in the passenger seat To match their heat It's so real if I don't see you I'm splashing your beep It's on the kid Whoever gets his first It's going to kids dirt My soldiers be cold blooded vultures And cold blooded Yo on the street we control hundreds I drink polatas so all my people roll blunted Your man froze when I rolled up I symbolize death like a cobra Attacks your life here it's over Black you effed up Never should've messed up My black cocksucker scared to die tough luck You know my steelo im like Al Pacino Yo Nas Escobar grab the mic and flex a bar [Nas] I'm in the black limo Jack Daniel through the crack window I spot the fake red dot his face like a Hindu Grab the symbol Show examples to make examples Essential amounts you owe to the fam crew Firm affiliation paper chasing Chip glossy rich pablo es cubano Sophisticano Yo blazing halos like shadow Yo nigga im the castro Im coming through on your wack crew What you gonna do Cormega pick the mic come through [Cormega] Ay yo I get mines Well enough to be considered big time My crew a chosen few legit minds Who live prime Shorty's on some fly stuff Admitted that can't resist mines Mahogany complexion Body probably dressed in My ill tommy hill collection When I be flexin', sketch it My selection of words are type effective When I rhyme words are verbalized remain present In mines, I'm like an with air macs nikes on Recite nice on mics strike like a python My gold chain with ice on lookin' trife on My Jacuzzi filled with tight warm relaxed lookin steaming Lounging like a falcon on a mountain top at Egypt Cats schemin when they see my rocks gleaming Mega shine forever rhyme wicked like a demon Where my charcoal, new balance a lot yo The narcs go knocked my man Marco His money was marked yo I regulate a sharp flow But in my life bucaso My mom died when I was five and never left my heart yo I symbolize rive alive niggas Ghetto's where I live Considered my rhyme the oasis Because rap was a desert And I helped minds escaped it Yo Nas link it up it's like an ill typed bracelet [Nas] Fake thug, no love You get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak cats get played out Get robbed and laid out Prostitute turned snitch I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range Empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, thirty-two shots Ya'll niggas don't want none of this [Cormega] Ayo check it my man Joe Shan is downstairs My man Georgie is lounging downstairs My man Big Ice he lounging in Queensbridge And all you real cats know what time it is On the real all you crabs cats know the deal On the real all you crabs cats know the deal On the real all you crabs cats know the deal Now check the new verse Check the new verse it's ill Yo my millennium got people mind prisoner Pain digital wood brain material Rims spin sinister Grin like John Dillinger Iced out medallions my style will keep killin' ya Misery and jealousy when you envision me I'm getting mines and still livin' on the strength of me You never bust nothin' or got ill touched nothin' My baby face ice grill I heard something for real In any cipher i'll serve em like a viper I go for mines like I go for time on Rikers Steelo like pacino benzino benz bilo we know People we dope like mafiaso like gambino Where Sergio Tacchinio took a jab in a casino I like sony cause they saw my man keeno Can't forget my home girl Faith Newman She be boomin' My people they representing Every percent in In my firm team We so ill our people burn cream Rhymes I design Can make your mind turn fiend I respect green I breath For keepin Queen regulatin' Nas be regulatin' Smoother type regulations Yo Escobar grab the mic just like you flex a car You know my style son we in here ye ye [Nas] Yo no doubt Cormega get in for the firm biz Straight out the bridge peace to my man Havoc You know what I'm saying I know you going through it right now baby Don't wet it though You gotta keep it going [Cormega] Keep it flowing like that Yo and to my man twin yo god bless your life Yo my man harry god bless your life Yo my man trip god bless you son It was an accident, you know it was an accident Life is real a lot of trife things be happening I love yall kids I love my whole mobb deep fam It's real like that you know life has tied me man Yo I lived the life of 62 pick ups Pumping on corners beat downs and stick ups Seeing events in which you have to stay silent Murder extortion and all types of violence Yo kids living a life ghetto heaven Selling cracks getting ready to attack with nines and mac elevens You know my style You can't stop what knocks me down Peace to AZ, Nas, and figure Foxy Brown My whole firm team is ill no doubt I can't forget the commissioner he's called Steve Stoute With the ill benz He rocks the ill dimes and ill rims You know my steelo I'm like Al Pacino God bless the life of my man nino [Nas] It's sort of like the conclusion to "Color Purple" Brothas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick Lesson number one. If you're arrested and hung Where Brothas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer The violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia The cognac plurger plus the trees But whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze And got enough gold to rock ice in all hype Used to be a general but just lost his stripe Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers Astoria walls with cypress, but yo that's another subject I love teks let's get it off Yo what up what up [Cormega] Yo funkmaster flex you know I got the ill lex I wear my guests in apendix And cash my cheque in flesh shit My man escobar be lighting a weed And I proceed with all the ill types of rhymes you need I'm not the new jack, or crew rack I'm like the next man Cormega, I just got signed to Def Jam My man Nas is down with me A lot of sucker rappers they can't diss me It's like that, you know it's like that We'll strike back Queensbridge style My mobb deep people is mad foul A juvenile delinquent wet your prequit I get my money numerous occasions It's frequent my man Ike Tried to avalanche ice watch You know my steelo Al Pacino Yo Escobar [Nas/Cormega] Escobar season Cormega 4 reason We with it what I'll stay high triple beamin QueensbridgeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Find Ya Wealth[Intro] Crime, life, bitches, money Time.. For my Braveheart's.. my Braveheart's Uhh, uhh, uhh.. what, what, what? One time.. two times.. [Verse 1] From "Breaking Atoms" to "Illmatic", to goin' platinum Shit did change course since rippin' it with Main Source Nine-one, nine-two, time flew Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule Younger frame, older state of mind Find my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89 When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9's Put it in rap and I gave y'all a way to rhyme God guides us, from public assistance to high rises Condos, houses where y'all can't find us Move on your cliques in silence, and wet it up My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up Took advice from a street legend Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent Witnessin' niggas' mistakes, visits at niggas' wakes 'Cause jealousy infiltrates and seals your fate [Hook] Look way deep inside yourself Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth Once you get it, you gotta live it, then live it! Niggas never wanna see you with it, FUCK THEM THO' Niggas can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew 'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do [Verse 2] Different ways to come out the hood: In cuffs or a casket are crazy Or shootin three pointer baskets, or maybe It's the rap shit, all type of tactics We use to get dough, some choose kickin' in doors I asked a reverend, my mother and a best friend Less than ten years ago for me to get dough What y'all recommend is either dope weed or blow 'Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot Duckin' truancy cops, trains I hopped, to make it downtown Cisco in my veins, pissed between trains Canal Street, just lookin' at rings Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked How much it cost, Korean man brushin' me off For some other big time customer, probably a hustler Who looked down at my small chain and chuckled up I said, "I'll be just like you soon, motherfucker, what?!" [Hook] [Verse 3] To them niggas who get life and throw a smile at the judge Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood Keepin' bitches, comin' through on visits You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished You first time in you known for poppin' your toast By your third year in, you forgotten by most Niggas wife cut them out of they life, niggas don't write Friends actin like they don't be gettin' your kites It be ill, niggas comin' home and no time, they get killed Not even home a month and they get peeled, backwards In they own backyard or in the park One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart In the projects, who gon' die next? Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cash flow Like the niggas know the rats, with some good asshole Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin' your 'dro [Hook] [Outro] Feel me? One time, huh, two times, uhh, uhh, uhh What, what, what? Uhh, uhh, uhh..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Amongst Kings[Nas] First I see a flashin' light, then on my own I hear nothin', the smell of fire in brimstone I feel hundreds arms grabbin' me, fallin' down the hole Is it because there is no Gravity my body leaves my Soul Is the Devil mad at me? will I go to Hell? Or is it Heaven that awaits me?, is too early to tell Is it now that I'm to be judged? Will I face thee bright tunnel warm lights? Will embrace me before force takes me Like I'm movin' through high winds See my self in baby carriages, relatives and friends Things manifest, kings from every planets rest here Beams of light hear the voice of the Nazareth near [Hook: Nas] You 'Amongst Kings' from both far near land Made in my image son of God son of man You came in the spirit for I am that I am Father of all worlds Fallen Angel and the Lamb [Nas] Seen my body layin' down in the ground It was painless, didn't feel a thing Shots ring felt the anxious to get up and run I was atheist, committed Suicide I wish I could erase this shit I seen a new life before the Christ He created night & day, the sun & moon From the virgin woman's womb We lookin' down at my body, emergency room Doctors frownin' at me surgical performs, I'm doomed It's my day of judgment, eternal peace & fire Far past the stars far past the Orion I asked that you forgive father, I was tryin' Many thrones in the light but only one's truly shinin' [Hook] [Nas] Faster then the blinkin' eye, is the master and I Face to face (uh) fightin' my case so we debate (where?) Countin' all my sins (ok), where do we begin When I stabbed the man in the train station or drunk gin When I grabbed the man let the shells hit him from the Mac 10 It was all retaliation, (from what?) from way back then Now I got the black Benz (and) trips from Aspen (and) Disney World for my little girl and I'm askin' You would recognize all the good deeds I'm worth (Dear God) Send me on a trip God please the Earth So I can deliver thou want it, stop playin' He gave me life, I screamed out loud that "I Am..." (Nas... Nastradamus) [Outro: Nas] And I saw another mighty angel come down from Heaven (I Am) Clothe wit the cloud (Nastradamus) And the rainbow was upon his head as a Crown (I Am) And his face was lit as were the Sun (I Am) And his feet as pillars of fire (Nastradamus) And his name was Nastradamus (I Am) (I Am Nastradamus) Nas... Nas... Nas...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Worst Enemy[Intro: Nas] Yea, uh, uh, real niggas dawg, ya heard Yea, journey to the life, just journey [Verse One: Nas] I'm the nigga that ain't loud Throw C-low, never ace out Only move out wit a particular crew, I hate crowds The observer, money and murder the hood praise it I was raised in it, early age Was presented with the ultimatum Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games Hard cocaine that had my neighborhood strung out Brains numb out, guns out I was smart high hopes in my heart But dope cartels would emerge Bloody shirts on niggas while they hollerin' 'Til their lungs don't work Figures I end up with a scarred memory of my youth With dudes in the drug loot, feelin' henny "SHOOT" My nigga Will still here, man I wish it was truth Buried in his favorite shit, FILA sneakers and FILA suit My eyes are the window of my soul My niggas let the Indo roll Thinkin' time flies we gettin' old That's the words of my right hand man, my main dawg We been rollin since day one, he down for the cause All he talk is extortion, kidnap shit, big gat shit I'm like - "yo think positive", but he act sick He only think about lettin' his Mac spit He like fuck who he hit Me it bothers, cause he know I'm rent 'em it regardless If he keep wildin' out he's makin' both of us targets So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit, try to school 'em We already lost niggas by how we was movin' We still livin', but our lives need much improvin' I think I'm gonna lose 'em [Hook: Nas] I was blind in this world All I thought about was diamonds and pearls I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl Nappin' his kids, ransack and run through his rib Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror Like all this time, it's just a fragment of my mind Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was me [Verse Two: Nas] Feelin' like I got the dons clout Trigger pawn cocked Glocks spray up your moms spot I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols Bring machines, icy bell buckles, ten guns, M-1'S with ice muzzles Life's a struggle, get your wifey touch too, everybody involved Homicide, doctors patchin' up your war scars Task Force chargin' at us, news flash, thug crews blast at officers Coroners pick you up from the grass Livin' fast 'til somebody tries meltin' my chest I'm high loosin' it, could of hit my own self with the tec Refuse to quit, but I tried tellin' me to relax It's like I can't hear my words 'til I'm trapped to the max Even then I blame everybody else except me, pops left me I was just three, I cried for help, moms was busy That don't mean nigga's stupid But I got a habit wit - makin' up excuses Was born ruthless, hated school, they ain't teach me I'm a bad seed Planted in this ghetto, where my niggas can't read Multiply, subtract; only knowin' how to count cracks and count stacks Now what y'all know about that One side of me wanted out of this life Glue traps on the floor for the mice 'Til the nigga saw the light I wanted money when I got it, I would spend it I wanted jewels, but when I heard it, yo I wouldn't listen All of the drama in my life I got my self into All the toxins my body took in, faded my mental I let these niggas words get to me But I'm tired of my ice, tired of Bentley It's the end of the century I recognized the world is a beautiful place Niggas opinions ruinin' my musical taste Cause everytime I caught a case, could of got me in jail If you wasn't scared of jail, you more likely to fail I thought the whole world was cursed, from the hand I was dealt And +My Worst Enemy+ was my self Word to my self...word to my self...word to my self... [Hook: Nas] I was blind to the world All I thought about was diamonds and pearls I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl Nappin' his kids, ransack, run through his rib Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror Cause all this time, it was a fragment in my mind Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One on One[Verse 1] In the Rotten Apple, take a bite, taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest I keep my mug blessed,the evil is illegal substance sold Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep MAC-11's in Legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober, takin' over, my blood is colder Niggas respect violence so I become it I'm from it, I even done it blunted, so run it [Interlude] Yeah, son, you know what this is Take it off, [come on, dunn Don't even come at me like that] [Dunn, come on, dunn] [Chorus] Yeah, imagine this: no guns, no knife It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this: no gun, no knife It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Yeah, imagine that, no gun, no knife It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Yeah, imagine this: no gun, no knife It's a one on one, son… [Verse 2] Yo, I'm a cream fiend with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin' fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the infs on the MAC-10 It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens Try hard and die hard Chances of survivin' the game is like tryin' to feed Allah lard I walk at piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul, no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in the thinker, dome Make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mid-State wants me, suave fellow but raunchy The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country But only to shed tears for years Too wild for my own self, hopin' help is near Street fightin' was cool, but in school I brought a new tool Duelin' with the devil, a rebel, a fool [Chorus] Imagine this: no guns, no knife Just a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this: no gun, no knife Just a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun, no knife It's a one on one, now we got to fight, yeah Imagine this: no gun, no knife It's a one on one, son… Yeah, take it to the bridge – Queensbridge [Interlude] Yo, whassup money? [Yo yo, do you remember this face?] [Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these] *sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!] [No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands] [Verse 3] I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep Marked money I keep, play the benches all week I visualize Coups, alligators in suits Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof Sippin' 80 proof, watchin' Juice, but hold up I see some brothers tryin' to roll up, wishin' I could fold up It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me – I'm out [Outro] Yeah yeah, kid, don't front 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin? That's how it comes back at you Queensbridge, that's how we live South side, all that New York, light it up, light it up Yo yo, you saw how I snuffed that kid? Yeah, I saw that, I saw that Ain't no half steppin' out here That's how we do out here in the street fight!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Less Than an Hour[Cee-Lo (Nas)] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.. (Uh-oh, yeah) [Verse 1] Mr. International, the man centerfold, women loathe Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls Craftiness, take a stab at it Don't ask if Nasty's back at it I don't run out of magic Popular, box-cutter flow Time is money; the watch cost dough Shakin' the dice, fragrances from some beautiful ladies The lights, the ambiance, yeah, this is the life The money, hotties on each arm - It's on I party like a rap star, baby, the facts are The third time's a charm So, meet me by the Eiffel Tower Bring a bottle of Dom [Cee-Lo] I am here (I am here) This is the place (This is the place) The atmosphere of espionage at expensive taste And each one that I see is an unfamiliar face So, I guess I'll just cut straight to the chase And before I could say the name of who've I came to see Someone suspicion then came to me I'm so close and I've come so far A glass of red wine sent from the woman at the end of the bar I love to talk to you; but I don't have the time She looks like the prettiest part of a perfect crime Ohh, if I could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower But darling I have Less Than an Hour (I.... have Less Than an Hour) (I.... have Less Than an Hour) Hmmmm... Ohhhh... funny how time flies when you're having fun (Nas: Yeah, let' em know) But I got to do what must be done [Verse 2] You're on a winnin' streak You've survived the killer streets Now you at the crap table, where the real villains meet Number seven might get you to Heaven You break the bank, just might make you a legend It's after eleven, you playin' against a poker face Genie eyes, light green, sippin' on Bellini's You play your cards right, she'll let you touch She'll be a devil in disguise; lady incubus Better know who to trust She might roll with thugs who roll bodies up in Asian rugs I'mma rush up and move on 'em, put the uz' on 'em The crews do somethin' new, inform me [Cee-Lo] (I.... have Less Than an Hour) Ohhh... time will wait baby (I.... have Less Than an Hour) Ew-ohhh.... ewwwwwwwww.... hmmmmm.. I'm in the pursuit of my own personal power And I only have an hourEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Prediction[Rich Nice] What's happening brothers and sisters? Welcome to our time [Jessica Care Moore] Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right Winged assassins laughin while the New World's collapsing Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armed with cowries, I'm blasting As the Earth rebels my womb swells The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit You can't find if you ain't never had it Spiritually crafted black-listed hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted Power-shifting comb-fisting I predict Goddesses you running after witches I kiss my fourteen stitches Keep all my baby girl wishes I predict all the oceans turn dry Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers Wash your face between our legs While recreating humanity, we will summon yemanja Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills Ban all pink and yellow pills I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch Hate groups will be bombed Childbirth becomes outlawed Always will be branded numbered and logged All paper money is gone Confused scholars can't interpret our scrolls Your sky has holes We know the young is old Nastradamus tell us how the story gets toldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show on WKCR October 28, 1993[Nas] Aiyo, this is big Nas I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know? From Gang Starr, no doubt Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew (Foundation) Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God Tragedy, MC Shan and the whole crew, you know how that go Marley Marl, and my man Big Bo locked up in the piece And my man Drawz, you know (Big Mayo chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now) [Bobbito] The, the mic is open, yo On the Stretch Armstrong showw, hosted by Bobbitooooooo [Verse 1: Nas] How should I start this? How should I begin, to sin? Grab the microphone and my rhymes'll win Wheel of Fortune, spin, around Check it out, I'm not a rap clown Get smacked down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome Hit you with the nick plate chrome Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home Off the top of my head, yo, I'm a blunt head Police... Police want a nigga dead But I'm not goin' out like that, black I kick the actual facts in solar Cold as a Polar Bear, I swear, word to Will But I'mma chill, rhymes'll kill Niggas know the style when I freak the profile Asiatic Child, yo Grand Wizard on the side of me Get on the mic and bless the M-I-C [Grand Wizard] Ayio, but I'mma pass it off to my man Six-Nine Kick it one time [Verse 2: Six-Nine] Hey, yo, Six-Nine a true to life nigga Yo, my style is iller, iller than Halle Berry's figure Niggas don't fuck with the Six-Niner Shorty, watch your mouth, I smack you back in your vagina Here's the reefer, crack the Sunrise Tequila Kill the Margarita, here's a 50, get some more cheeba The ghetto trooper, so spark up the Bu-Buddha My thoughts'll stay nasty like the underground sewers To be the man, you gotta beat the man It ain't nothin' startin' over here but nothin' mark my Timberlands You want static? Let's have it Niggas who flow like the Atlantic will sink like the Titanic Since birth, I was thinkin' too fast My first beef was with the doctor when he smacked me on my ass The trigger man, I'm crazy like Sam My skill's so ill like a white chick with a suntan [Verse 3: Nas] Check it out now One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis: my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44 I let blow And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats But, chill! Bless the microphone and say peace So, Sudan, take the microphone in your hand Kick the flim flam [Sudan] So, check it out I'm gonna give a strong shout-out, this is to my man Will A little somethin' I done wrote up for my man Will It goes somethin' like this, it's called Rock-a-bye Homeboy Check it out [Verse 4: Sudan] Queensbridge, when will the drama ever cease? I'd like to say peace, Willie, and rest in peace A cool brother who's all about justice I still can't understand how he left us Well... he's gone and life goes on, you know We had a crew, but one by one we go Memories of his face that was full of joy Rock-a, Rock-a bye, Rock-a bye homeboy Reminiscin' with the brothers standin' on the block Never talked a lot, never was a big shot It's so hard to say goodbye, a sad song And damn, I can't believe my man's gone Diggin' back in the days when we used to laugh Now its a memory that's haunted from the past Poor Willy, its a shame how the ghetto got him And word is bond - I wanna cry when I think about him Three bullets to his back on his own block Not a way to go, killed by the buckshot Queensbridge, wake and up and smell the air And stop killin' like a villain, like you don't care Remember Willie and the times we had with joy? Rock-a, Rock-a bye, Rock-a bye Homeboy Rock-a, Rock-a bye, Rock-a bye Homeboy Quensbridge style! Rock-a, Rock-a bye [Verse 5: Jungle] My skills are ill like the prez with a plan My brothers run from Sudan then the Ku-Klux-Klan Like a kamikaze, Saddam Hussein then won Feel the buns of a nun, put tricks for funds and chill (Wooo-ooooh) I spill a verse so you can understand I kill rappers off quicker than a motherfuckin' Mic Man And when it comes to a battle, I stand out tall Like the man who played the man on The White Shadow One two, one two [Nas] What you gonna do when the flavour's comin' after you? Grand Wizard, take my side Grab the microphone and I'mma rock it up like... [Verse 6: Nas] To my man Jungle, dwellin' in the jungle Where must we go? Where must we wander? Deep out the skies come the MC Nas Not to surprise, but to civilize All the dumb men wanderin' around the streets Listenin' to a nigga rappin' on fly beats I just kick the mad Phillie style Get buckwild 'cause you know my style I could run a word, kick it to a herd Make 'em turn into a rich man, increase the plan The master plan, yo, I'm buggin' out 'Cause the weed got me buggin', plus the Guinness Stout Grand Wizard, yo, you my physical Why don't you mic the make, make the microphone miserable? [Verse 7: Grand Wizard] It's the G, the G, the G, the G, the Wiz You know that our culture's gone get theirs I got my man Nasty on the side of me My man Six-Nine, you know we're not hidin', G I am the man that'll break it down I'll break it all down 'cause I got the sound I got Queensbridge backin' me The Tec and everythin', I'm comin' strapped, G It's like that, check it out, uh huh [Verse 8: Nas] Yo, check it out, y'all Money and murder, money and murder The sick shit you heard comin' from my motherfuckin', my swerve The words are poetic I sound energetic when I'm blunted or Moët'd My microphone's upsetted 'cause I'm crazy Now you know, never lazy Yo, I'm gonna get all the cash I can Don't give a fuck if I gotta shoot a policeman Pluckin' a church and snatch a fuckin'... Nah, can't be flippin' like that 'Cause you niggas try to jock the style But I left that shit to get the new shit to flow like the Nile Now you can't catch up, G 'Cause I got the new styles on the M-I-C I keep gettin' newer, can't step to a Nigga from the Bridge, so, you keep that shit And I'mma flip the script next year And my real name is Nasir Can't spell it 'cause I say it too clear The alphabets are not enough words or letters to use When it comes to mics, I bruise I just go with the magical mystic flow Niggas don't know, that's word to the man Bo I get Illmatic with the style that's insane Comin' out a fuckin' murderer's brain Grand Wizard, please take this mic from me Before I bug the fuck out and wind up D-A-E-D Wait, D-E-A-D, I'm buggin', fuck that shit [Various shout-outs]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nas’ TattoosA body map of Nas's tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left Neck Nasir Right Arm Cross Destiny Left Arm Cross Rip Ill Will Left Chest Braveheart Stomach God's Son Malcolm X Back Scarub Removed KelisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life is Like a Dice Game[Intro: Nas] Yo, yeah It's that— (Hit-Boy) It's that— Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah It's the N-A-S, yes [Chorus: Nas & Cordae] I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today? (What we gonna do today?) There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way) To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game To maintain in the p— check me out, listen, uh [Verse 1: Cordae] Life's a gamble, although the stakеs are heightenеd, I can handle Any darkness that tries to penetrate, my light is ample Set the right example, my dark dreams are divine I live life on this earth to complete what's assigned My mission given, I was birthed the same year as It Was Written I been fast to intermittent to strengthen my intuition But fuck, and sometimes, shit, you run out of luck But how my dice roll from Domino's to Mastro's To completin' life goals? My price rolls As soon as I decided to never ever be misguided I know niggas that's indicted from the shit they confided With they best friends until they seen the paper we're writin' Life's a bitch, disconnection is the price of bliss Though elation often leaves the paths of righteousness I confess, a nigga woke up feeling blessed No stress with the freedom to express but you was dead [Chorus: Cordae & Freddie Gibbs] I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm bout to do today? (What I'm bout to do today?) There's gotta be a better way-ay To maintain the price of fame, life is like a dice game Hey hey hey, life is like a dice game (Yeah, yeah) Hey hey, hey hey hey hey (You know what I'm sayin'?) [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs] You know what I'm sayin', life is like a— You know what I'm sayin', a dice game But, you know I'm sayin' I, you know I don't gamble, you dig what I'm sayin'? I'd rather spend my money on stuff, you know That-that-that-that pleasures me, my pleasure, you know? [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Nigga we started out, hundred fifty dime bags in mama's house Makin' five hundred a week, thinkin' bout dropping out Sold dope in front of my brother, but he a doctor now Fuck this weed shit, grand show me just what that rock about (Skrrt) Whip gang, I got a thing for cooking crack mane Fuckin' off a double and scribbles, I make it back mane Feds with the IRS on me, they sent the tax mane Streets code, ain't nothing cutthroat like the rap game (The rap game) Do you wanna be in it, wanna be sinnin'? Fuck niggas façade wanna be winnin' I said fuck being famous from the beginning Big Rabbit, Instagram wanna ban me for posting pictures [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs & Nas] So I wake up every morning, thinkin' what I'm gonna do today? (Do today?) There's gotta be a better way To keep changing the price of cane, life is like a dice game I wake up, hit the collar, think of getting something new today (Something new today) Paint the Aston Martin blue today These niggas trippin' so I ride with that thing, life is like a dice game I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today? (What we gonna do today?) There's gotta be a better way (Gotta be a better way) To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game Yeah [Verse 3: Nas] I never knock a brother, I'm anti-jail for real Smooth criminal skill, locked in a human flesh shield Watchin' niggas get rich beside me Pushin' a 5 B-Y, me up in the passenger seat But I see me as Haile Selassie in my kingdom Sippin' Asti Spumante, driftin', reality kicks in I need the papes to start clickin', got a connect out in Richmond And e'ry nigga in the fam will pitch in It's on, word is bond That's my name, Big Nas, all-wise to civilize From the Northern Hemisphere of the Earth Peace to my son and thanks to the birth of Destiny, that's her name It's goin' on, you know my name Big Nas in the house y'all, on the freestyle tip When I finish this shit, it's sure to be a hit This original recording hit the street 'round '93 Was just a leak, the verse was incomplete, reconstructed the beat So we can fuck up the street Back to the future, patch up the bloopers Match up the cadence with the back in the day shit A blast when Nasty Nas was savvier, don't act surprised This ain't for advertise or showing off, I blast for mine Life is a dice roll, there's money on the ground What's gon' happen is gon' happen is a gamble all around [Chorus: Nas, Freddie Gibbs & Both] I wake up every morning, thinkin' what we gonna do today? (What we gonna do today?) There's gotta be a better way To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game (Yeah) To maintain is the price of fame, life is like a dice game Life is like a dice gameEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Proclamation (Nigger Hatred)[Intro 1: Malcolm X sample] The white power structure of today is just as much interested in perpetuating slavery As the white power structure was 100 years ago Only now they use modern methods of doing so And, uh… [Intro 2: Paul Mooney sample] White folks made up nigga and don't want me to say it Ain't that a bitch? You made it up, you shouldn't have made it up! You done fucked up, you shouldn't have made up nigga And you made up a song to go with it Please don't make me sing the song Eenie meenie minie You know the god damn song I'm talking about And you change the words when you see black folks [Verse: Nas] This is my opening scripture - I've been preparing this album My whole life, might be uncomfortable for most you listeners Satan's bombarding me with propositions, but I decline I started in the Bridge without a pot to piss in I overcame all the opposition My teachers told that I'd a broken mayne on a cot in prison Cloaked in the finest drapes, not Bathing Apes But we still filthy, Supreme Court say we still guilty This is the Genesis, and I don't even see a worthy arch nemesis I get loose like the Jena Six, they put a noose on 'Pac Now I'm defending Vick, and free that nigga T.I.P I'd take the grave or a bid Then let some dirty clan members run up in my crib And plant cracks on the man that's going to church Plants packs on the man that's going to work And build cases, meanwhile they daddies and they brothers Is recruiting all my brothers and cousins to fill bases The nerve of y'all to call Escobar a racist Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga hatredEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rest of My Life[Chorus: Amerie] Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The rest of my life Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh) The rest of my life [Verse 1: Nas] Life: dead presidents, devilish men Overthrow king from they thrones cause of their negligence Death, real shit'll start comin' to light Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, what? Kind of undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin' Pork bacon, double-cross Satan Heathens, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons But glory go to God, y'all beneath him If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at Where low-key killers let the fo' clap Blocka-blocka-blocka—oh The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother think he needs—yo You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's roadmap And I'mma use that for the— [Chorus: Amerie] Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The rest of my life Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The rest of my life [Verse 2: Nas] Burnt-out, kicked to the curb So I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real fast In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who gel They burnt a range with a Molotov cokctail My little man got fourteen-years for car-jackin' a undercover Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me I'm thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E" Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names Word to his pops with elephant veins They both locked-up still, word to Will I'll make it and chill for the— [Chorus: Amerie] Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The rest of my life Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The rest of my life [Verse 3: Nas] My man gave his mommy coke So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke Damn, nigga, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms So she don't have to bone for dimes? Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects Where dogs shit and piss Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about how it's executed Lexus coup-ed, brigettes from cubics Might've been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six bars To ten LPs What can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'm Nas—on a track that's unorthodox Like my life could've been offed by the cops Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale About the rest— [Chorus: Amerie] Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The rest of my life Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The rest of my lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Everyday Thing[Nas] Uh, word You don't get this everyday, word [Verse 1: Nas] With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard bein' Escobaro El Dorado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle My life's like a Donald Goines novel We wave glasses like bravo Drunk niggas with mad problems Shot pockets, niggas on the block rock this Box cocaine, cook it and chop it Lookin' to profit in triple ways Goin' through this difficult stage called life With each year, my physical's praised Niggas slip beyond the reach of help Caught in the street, thinkin' they can teach theyself When all we wanted was a piece of wealth And randomly feed our family, these streets are insanity Amber me, caught inside a thugs fantasy Richest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be Heavy desire, hold this 9, ready to fire You know me, show me the money like I'm Jerry McGuire It's on.. [Verse 2: Nature] It's time we set it straight, connect with Dre the correct way Predictin' platinum in less than a day So for that we toast, this one's for us while y'all lackin' hope All I do is write raps, stack, relax and smoke Watchin' my dreams come true Stayin' humble in the eyes of others Politicin' with the wisest brothers It's Nature, one of the latest, peep how I play this Straight from the Bridge, one of your kids' favorites From now 'til the day that I'm stiff Foul flagrant, pay the rent, always stay swift Stuck in my ways, type chauvinistic Since a youth, I had a thing for big Coups Flooded rings and older bitches Holdin' my riches in lump sums for trust funds Fully recovered thugs lust to bust guns While some'll get drunk, beat wives and cuss sons A slow process called life, lets show progress [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] When I said I hold my own, I wasn't frontin' Never claimed to be the baddest, for skills, I got a little somethin' Comin' through, new clique and tracks Known for blazin' on The Chronic, that's what put me on the map Nothin' could give me more pleasure to start this I worked the hardest Ducked the farthest, makin' me illest producin' artist Done crimes, ran from one-time Could catch me with my crew bustin' rhymes in the Sunshine State No case, to build I chill with millionaires Out to make a killin', for real, my resolution this year Few places I walked, most imagine New faces I met at beauty pageants Past cuties now wanna do me Yo, I never forgot where I'm from I check for family and every nigga who was down from day one If you ain't speakin' money language, I can't hang You know your conversation is weak, so it's senseless to speakEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gangsta Tears[Produced by Bud'da] [Hook x2] (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game (I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you [Verse 1] My daily dose is ferocious I smoke dope, just as strong as opium Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration; Speakin on podiums Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals Young black, poor education guns crack The gang violence done that Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches Dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin What happens when money don't make you happy I wish this on no person Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it [Hook] [Verse 2] Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit Hood with the Nike sign, dark colors on Pull up the block my brother's on I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here) We left the drug game alone Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home What could you tell us? At funerals my eyes swell up (damn) Look at my dog lay in the casket Twin shotgun barrels had blasted And rest in peace Barkin, is all I could whisper As I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggas have to die? It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead Inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but.. [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Second Coming[Nas] Third grade, singin Star Spangled Banner Using proper manners, learned to handle anger Animal behavior Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song Socks long to my knees Summer breeze runnin through the leaves Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad? Can I hang wit my little gang out? Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out Come upstairs, run up stairs Take a bath, shit stained underwears Wipe yourself wit paper Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30 Wash my plate, ate dinner up late Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball Was my future for this young one Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from Later shootin guns fantasizing Fascinated by gold rope chains Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change [Hook] *all Nas samples* 2x "Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America" "Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure" "It's like that, you know it's like that" "Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad fat fluid" [Nas] Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus Nixon was the anti-christ Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean Babies is born, big families started to blossom Mad people just applied for apartments and got em Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers From tommy guns to mac 10's QB's new born killers (shit is changed) Chorus 2x [Nas] Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin I remember park jams Gazelles, perfect wave shell Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz What project is this? QB, Vernon and Tenth 12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game When it's all said and done, just remember my name Chorus 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Ain’t Hard to Tell (10th Anniversary Remix)[Intro:] Take it to the bridge To the motherfuckin' bridge Queensbridge in the motherfucker [Hook:] x3 It Ain't Hard to Tell [Verse 1:] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille, it ain't hard to tell I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik Jam like a Tec with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magnetize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze like her-on in your nose Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell [Hook:] x3 [Verse 2:] What's a beat if the rap don't click I spit rhymes like I'm sick, dying loss in a pit The only way I can escape is by vocals Verbalize a strife Stabbin' ears like a knife hood like The Prophet of the gutter Lyrics are silk mega butter I flow never stutter Clever poetic brothers on a mission Dissin' all who perps the fraud Scrams listen, (and) do what the experts record Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not Well I be packin' like a rasta in a weed spot Hittin' your hearts like a hollow tip Verbally illin' minds manipulated My raps a nickel-plated I illustrate it, X-rated, then move out Nas the parlayer takes you on a new route It's suicide poetry released from a cell With immense clientele, I excel It ain't hard to tell [Hook:] x3 [Verse 3:] Now, I'm blessed with the finesse to express like Shakespeare The blocks "Cape Fear" drop metaphors when the breaks clears My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining Hit the Earth like a comet – invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazing Cause in my physical, I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell [Hook:] x3EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s a Tower Heist[Verse 1: Nas] Born in NYC beastin', the lord left me no choice Christian pendants, Islamic thoughts, criminal courts Father forgive, I wanna die like Godfather did Standing in lineups I'm paying lawyers, ain't trying to bid Alliances surveillance watching 'em careful when plottin' My boys were captured on video, farewell to my partners Ski masks and fake tags in case the car was spotted Lavish hotels, Central Park West, fly apartments - let's rob it Forensics get us sentenced so we the smartest It's livest as Saturday night as I load up a cartridge Let off the fully, got alibis, no need to worry Done right, we don't see the prosecutors or grand jury Reputed mobster style, take the money and run Count it in warehouses, leave town and live 100 years like crocodiles Straight up NYC like a Mets fitted This a tower heist, even Donald Trump can get it [Hook x2: Nas] You want respect, money and power, right? Well let's ride tonight; it's a tower heist [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I got my shades on, got my money in my pocket Got my J's on, spend a hundred for my watch I feel amaz-on, it's a jungle in these streets Choppers be going "bang", your people need be deceased Everyday is war, living legends you must applaud So light my cigar, or for the foreigners living large Dealin' straight raw, the Mercedes in my garage Your girl on my dick and I may just feel like menage I came for the cash, me and Nas behind the mask Cause, bitch, it's a heist, give me ice or lose your life My profit's so nice me and dog gon' count it twice It's poppin' tonight, roll the weed, give me a light - UGH! [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The N[Verse 1: Nas] It's the late night greasy spoon patron, poolhall making Big bets, midsection got the 8 in Dior Christian pimping, got that penal system diction Riffing, you don't want it you snitching Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black, bitches want my chipped tooth back Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked Squeeze a fifth with a grip as I dip from the paparazzi Still playing numbers you can't stop me Still wearing bundles and spark weed If I ever say 'Queens get 'em', you know they got me Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef So lead by example or get trampled Since Hip Hop is Dead, this is the N Congratulations in order 'cause we did it again [Hook: Nas] Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes Still getting it and don't even love the doe Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo' Stay splifted cause you know that I love the dro [Verse 2: Nas] The style is taboo, the chain's offensive Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage The two Tec Don in Yukon's and Benzes Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants The Apprentice but not Trump, I'm the nigga with Glocks and pumps That you don't see much, sucker free from chumps Homes with cobblestones in front of 'em He's got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son Don't make me have you running from a hundred guns Don't make me grab your only son, I'm coming from A place Tanqueray and weed's the only escape From phonies who hate when you rolling with papes That's why the god party with juicy models They mob me, the gnarly, Charlie Luciano - hardly Have to tell y'all, I kill y'all for spitting songs that involve me nigga Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga [Hook] [Outro] Yo this is Nas, Queens own Hip Hop Is Dead so put this shit in your vein Queens Own Queens OwnEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Me & You (Dedicated to Destiny)[Intro] I'd like to dedicate this one here, to my star Someone I cherish, she loves me unconditionally No matter what, our love will always be here for you baby Yeah So from God, he gave me this gift, you (ha ha) And I give you this, the world (If I had it all) [Hook] (If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all) Yeah, just me and my little one Just me and my little one (If I had it all) I'd give you the world [Verse 1] Even though we don't live in the same home And I mightta miss your graduation And no matter how many miles I'm away from you You know that I love you Hear daddy on every station Thinking, I'm loving my occupation I know I got you home waitin', Desy I do it all for you (if I had it all) [Hook] (If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all) Yeah, just me and my little one Just me and my little one (If I had it all) I'd give you the world [Verse 2] Even though you'll be grown soon You gotta stand on your two Please listen what daddy told you I know you think that I'm old school You'll see that I was right soon One day, you will meet the right groom And then, you will see your life bloom And then you'll know what's right for you (If I had it all) [Hook] (If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all) Yeah, just me and my little one Just me and my little one (If I had it all) I'd give you the world [Verse 3] Respect your mom, no one will replace her She's the one who went through the labor (If I had it all) But you don't owe her no favors But her respect is due See, daddy just wanna show you (If I had it all) All the heartache I go through (If I had it all) It's for you [Outro] If this world were mine, I'd give it all to you (If I had it all) Yeah, (If I had it all) It's your world baby girl Yeah! Yeah, just me and my little one (If I had it all) Just me and my little one (If I had it all) (If I had it all) (If I had it all)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thugz Mirror (Freestyle)[Verse 1] Yo, my man was regulatin' on niggas he used to thug with Older niggas in this murder game, drug czars BM, Jaguars, they cash was large Since he was wild, they let him in He did a crazy number of things To put himself deeper under they wing It didn't take long for duke to get on Studied they movements - who would kill, who was strong Studied like a student, got it bloody, he was shootin' Drivin' they cars, robbin connects Drivin' his Lex, keys was movin' Young don, now they know they weakness They never seen it comin' Son was on some real take over the streets shit Now he got his own crew of young guns clickin' now Richer now, now they run shit, see how it flips around? [Verse 2] Dudes be, comin' from bids thinkin shit is different 'Cause the streets move fast, you blink, you could miss it I just sit back and, think of my last 20 years 6 pack, gunnin' my years, jet black, blunt in my ear Real relaxed, readin' real loves stories like Caesar and Cleopatra, we need another actress to play her 'Cause Liz Taylor's hot, but the Egyptian queen On the movie screen needs to be portrayed in a proper flava Hopped in the shower, threw on the boxers with the baby oil Baby powder, night owl, movin' to later hours, only Fuckin' with kings, niggas official If you phony, come in the circle, niggas'll diss you We converse on the state of hip hop We share the same views and feelings He sling 'caine, crib costin' 2 million He plan to leave the streets forever But niggas that wanted him left him Dead in the streets 'fore I can tell himEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Courthouse[Intro] Order in court, order in the court No one else but Mr. Jones has the right to be speaking right now Order in the court or I’m gonna start making some arresting here You don’t belong in the court house anyway, your rap concert has been canceled Order in my court, … [Verse 1: Nas] I wake up, wake up in the morning shake my third leg in the toilet Uzi on my night stand, I’m the man you go to war with Not the man you go to war against, Patience I get you if that means I can’t sleep a whole year I get you, I'm official not a tisket, a tasket I put you in the casket with a biscuit The ratchet, the smoke a biscuit, the planted trees advanced weed Doomed forsakers you fucking fake bloods like movie makeup I flow tight as tootie bracers, who he hating us I’ll be on the state bus, shackles is my eight bus Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers I’m the shit for ages, my clip steel wheel … gangsters Click still move like free masons, so we’re from on the flow from the law Cause large is all across the nation, Nas is bread for the plan The hold the grand dragon head in his hand Come and get me, here I am Pok’em, pok’em [Hook: Chuck D] I’m not a law prayer, so you could tell your mayor I’m a non-stop driven by poetry slayer One, two, three, down for the count The result my lyrics oh yes, no doubt (X2) Pok’em, pok’em [Verse 2: Nas] The good man in me gets money and stay on the path But the Pimp shit in me says yo, keep looking for ass My daughter gave me a gift, something to hold A little city in water, when you shake it, it snows I told her never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes Better wait till You’re grown, when in love you will know Everybody’s gotta dream I hope to wish to own a six times two … against who I don’t know So one who fed you won’t blow, you won’t eat, you won’t cake Pay mistake, blaming me for their failures I'm fresh Getting tale single breasted A lip brush is sense less some pimp shit A women hates a man and stays with him for many years Tell him she loves him and be jealous of him Now lame is how the ghetto judge him, cause he’s still with her She take his cash give it to some other real nigga, like me Pok’em, pok’em, pok’em [Intro Repeated]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On The Real (original)[NAS] Yea (House of Hits) Finally up in this nigga On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal To my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evil In the categories and stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, Monkey do A shorty sipping sunny dew Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats mad smokey Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me Up in the Marriot, Suite 3010 Don't make no noise cause we dirty, tell the hoes to hurry in We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom And there's video taping of booming ass's on the zooming lens Rolling on you non descript niggas Your marked for death like colombians with bad coke that gip niggas Tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enough In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili's bust Chorus On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal 2x [K-L from ScrewBall] Now its verbal abuse cause the mic's in use This is your sorry excuse Get your neck put in a noose K-L is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduce Over the snare drum We reproduce like cum Impregnating the track, making it fatter than it was Giving life to idea Through the verse is what he does [Kamakazee a.k.a. KL] See a close call about two clicks from my fortress We rolling squad deep, on the Kawasaki hourses QueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to toss us We metal down now its time to show these clowns who the boss is We live for the shit, Ain't trying to take no lossess Accumalating to much cream for you to touch Fucking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers From the ruckus Your gone and your crew still love us Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rent Murdered Presidents, running wild, stacking in piles Onyx pendants, and Rubied down shit from the nile Kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town Chorus 2x [Cormega] (Play some treats on us) Drugs in my shirtsleeve The side bubble converti Eyes low cause the lye blow Five-oh know we dirty drive slow Write a line sipping a glass of wine The block is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermind When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed with Exhale precise shine like cocaine white Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I know With diamond rolexes, that drive infinit's and lexus So send my enemies a message My Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot I'm still protected So never ask why I write so violent My brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers Island I remained calm while you tried to bite my style and When I performed niggas mic's went silent To the kid who made my man Ill Will's blood spill (On the real) When I catch up to your ass you know the deal [Nas and Cormega] On the real Chorus 4xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Escobar ’97[Hook] Honies, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities and hood movie stars Gat slingers, now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar [Verse 1] The path we all walk starts out long, it's like a boardwalk Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy Happy days balancin' with life's atrocities Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly High up in a five, realizin' the price paid For this life laid in the light shade One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless Pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives While you could catch me in a crisp white five Dark tinted, Dijon-scented with Al Green on My theme song, Love & Happiness, how can it seem wrong? I mean, before this, I used to rock a Taurus with the donuts Now, I grown up, I got it chromed up Got the rap game sewn up, sho 'nuff Niggas actin' cool but it's really no love I feel a slow buzz off the Dutch This is everyday, every second gotta make it pay Every lesson I learnt got me open While most of these rappers'll stay burnt [Hook x2] [Verse 2] With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard bein' Escobarro El Derado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle My life is like a Donald Goines novel We wave glasses like bravo Drunk niggas with mad problems and shot pockets My niggas on the block rock this, box cocaine, cook it and chop it Lookin' to profit in triple ways Goin' through this difficult stage called life But each year, my physical's praised Some fell beyond the reach of help Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself When all we wanted was a piece of wealth And randomly, feed our family, the streets are insanity Amply, livin' in this thug's fantasy Richest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be Heavy chain and my QB sway, livin' this king's life Magazines write about me in this dream, it's all tight [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Now, the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain Ice, the chain and all the followers came They tried to throw me off track but I caught that They thought I lost that, but I'm continuin' to make more stacks Halftime, New York State of Mind, It Was Written was hittin' Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches Sleepin' on the plane, wake up when we land, feelin' real scared On the ground, Rollie flush, princess cuts and large rounds The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks It's real, you violate, be in a pine box If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy I didn't make the game, the game made me Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions Haters keep hatin' and ladies'll keep glancin' Y'all know the routine out this muthafucka, word upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Angels with Dirty Faces[Intro (Sampled)] Angel Dust Yeah, Angel Dust Yeah Yeah, Angel Dust [Verse] Angels with dirty faces, angels with broken wings The devil's dust, PCP invading bloodstreams People lining up to get it, fantastic, knew how to flip it Illegal substance constructed and plus addictive Trusted and respected, almost got me arrested All the time I invested in school is now of question Child prone to violence like a dog returns to its own vomit A fool for chaos, taking what we could salvage Hustling is a art, I'm just tryna be smart Strung out bodies found in the park, Shaolin was my heart We stood for loyalty, all we had was each other's back My raps were like crystallized powder before crack Raw, uncut, like what is sold in front of the storefront The sidewalk was my brother's office We cut our losses, I had choices I took a pen, became the voice for the voiceless My people walking in a zombie state Life is short, even mine's at stake [Interlude] "The government says that angel dust can kill you if you take it or it can cause you to kill others." "The scourge of angel dust has been linked to psychosis, violence, schizophrenia, and the epidemic runs especially rampant in the Bronx. My administration will hunt down these poison pushers and arrest them one my one until we get directly to the source."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy N.Y. State of Mind, Pt. III[Intro: Nas + Alicia Keys] Nasty ("Yeah, yeah") (New York, New York, New York, New York) Ayo, Black, it's time—again! ("Yeah, yeah") (New York, New York, New York, New York) Yeah—Premier! ("Yeah, yeah") (New York, New York, New York, New York) ("Ayo, Black, it's time") [Verse 1: Nas] If you knew my streets— —you would know, all everybody talk about is who got beef Who's snitchin', who told police Who came home, who's still gone, who rest in peace Now they killin' over music-money, not drugs—rap replaced it 'Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks—I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin' Musician, inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Saddam Hussein —still alive, lookin' at his dead children's burnt remains I birthed the game, learned you lames a new lesson Your crew's soft, man, y'all need some new weapons The Ps breed warriors in skullies and Timbies Around micks, spics, niggas, and guineas From my ghetto kings in deep thought, we don't blink But don't think we wastin' our time It's a New York state of mind [Chorus: Alicia Keys] New York, New York, New York, New York City, whoah ohh New York, New York, New York, New York City, gritty [Verse 2: Alicia Keys] It's like a jungle out here So much struggle out here And my dreams steal my rest Sleep's the cousin of death Always feels like a race against father time In the Streets of New York (New York state of mind, New York state of mind) All I see is street hoes And bullet holes in our people Only crime fills the brain Feels like I'm goin' insane The revolution has to start, don't waste no time In the Street of New York (New York state of mind) New York state of mind (New York state of mind) C'mon [Altered Chorus: Alicia Keys] New York, New York, New York, New York ohh State of mind (New York City) New York, New York, New York, New York ohh State of crime (New York City) New York, New York, New York, New York ohh Big dreams (New York City) New York, New York, New York, New York ohh Big schemes [Bridge: Alicia Keys] Oh, it's like the game Just ain't the same Baby thugs and girls With no shame Can't get away (get away) Epidemic plague (plague) Every hood in every state Don't have no reasons cause believing's hard to find In the streets of New York (New York state of mind) In the streets of New York (New York state of mind) In the streets of New York (New York state of mind) In the streets of New York (New York state of mind) [Verse 3: Rakim] I'm from the home of a million legends and trend-settin' A lot of footsteps to follow, I been steppin' Mind stressin'—tryna find direction, crime spreadin' Time precious, I ain't have rest since 9/11 I live fast, hustle like today is my last I get cash, the struggle's like a day on the Ave Crack, D and raw, gats squeezin' off Manhattan streets in awe from casualties of war The eve of the Apocalypse, evil people in politics Every block is at risk, the metropolitan metropolis The opposite of Liza Minnelli and Frank Sinatra Alicia Keys, Nas and, Ra; the gangsta's opera So, New York City—walk with me, talk gritty It's up to us, New York, it's our city Here the man come with the anthem—hands up It's time, the thrill is back New York, so stand up [Chorus + Outro/Coda: Alicia Keys + Rakim] New York, New York, New York, New York City, whoa ohh (Uh. Yeah.) New York, New York, New York, New York City, gritty (Crucial Keys. Ya God, Rakim Allah) New York, New York, New York, New York City, whoa ohh (New York City. Nasty Nas) New York, New York, New York, New York City, gritty (A. Keys. Yeah, c'mon) Produced by DJ PremierEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 96 Clue Freestyle[DJ Clue] With The Firm intro From my man Steve Stoute's birthday Happy birthday nigga Peepin' [Steve Stoute] Motha fuckin' fake ass bastards Steve Stoute the commissioner nigga I walk NYC dolo The fuck Niggas ain't got no paper Ain't pop no crisp No bitches no nothing no paper Just on my dick Player hating on me Wanna be me Check out my crew nigga [Mary J.Blige] What we have here Is the firm y'all Introducing... Nas Escobar Noreaga Nature And Femme Fatale [Nas] Black pirellis rolling over this makaveli Two platy LPs Still the feds tap my celli Made a mil and another mil Just signed another deal From the bridge ever summer deal Niggas run to steal Cracks and bundles Wanna be down ask Jungle React humble but we blast guns too Now to son you is a deeper plan So when I jam Reach the pan Check the sale let the sound scan Keep a brown tan From vacationing Chicks in Vegas Tryna guess us how much we made to spin Two Tiphannys from the Colosseum Green olive BMs Tracks from TM lack when we see em Grip the heat When the sixth season Jump out the S4s And test yours Tudor watches Allah watches Stubborn, you won't admit that Escobar got this On top let me explain what the cock is Firm Biz came livin' Naturally fly, diamond rings glistenin' Make it seem sickenin' What's really ill is how the team's clickin' Femme Fatale on some dope shit Flow sick we stay incorporate Firm giving you a dosage Of high explosives You kidnap we kidnap You blast shit, I did that Cuttin' through the chase we bring it to where you live at I wouldn't play you I'd rather try you by your label [Mary J.Blige] Miss maximillion Exotic diamonds let it charm Legal life of bear arms Protecting my squad from harm Murder, Danger Backstabbers and snakes Murderers and Jakes Spend thugs but the drugs a case Fuck y'all feel And them accusations you make me Wow femme fatale we increasing the stakes Platinum plates choosin' isles Like my cheese willie style 850 on the dig and if you see me [Femme Fatale] Major league mamis With the bodies Got your clique quick to buy these Who wanna try these? Firm colleagues Somali's, think they're badass 16 bars on that ass Y'all niggas shat ass Ali aye quatro Play the passenger of chaco 6 to got though Think you hot but you not though Play the corner Be the type of bitch to run up on ya Much longer While y'all get short bread like launa You're a goner Rhyme shoota, top shootas With the lugas true das Stats rulas Firm biz grab the cougas [Noreaga] It be the firm biz getting it off Slow regez the elegant black prince We take the top gator Black and shrotopass like im a raider Sophistacater Hang tight like dre right Flow like hawian in the broad day light I give all that I have All in my power to see the day That the crowd weighted You expired and outdated Re segregated None of my people graduated Ain't no progress in the projects It's the same process Rise to the top of New York Keep the digest Through all my cornets Global solar It's young omar The shuffuler We analyze who they really are Familiar, blow holes into your interior You minute, little man You think you general? [Nature] I put the hinds betters Fake thugs styles glued together Saying old rhymes show signs You're through whatever Eat your heart out I play my part now Fiend to be part of the squad But I'm not gonna be shot down Who's how now? I'm disgusted at you Rap doo doo It's funny if you let these cats fool you The whole no wait Your values dying at a slow rate Opposition track live niggas pop gats Been doin' this since the days of hot tracks Claimin' you in the firm how's that? When you got your spot jacked Read between the lines The foulest dreams was lead to blind Tonight is excellence redefined In the form of Nature, Noreaga Nas, Mary J. Blige Femme Fetale on the rise Manager extraordinaire My man, Jungle Pussy rebundled like desert plans Spitting vivid raps My whole clique rocking fitted hats Millionaire status play the block give it back Thanks to who? My pen names tight like langston hughes Generating chips, picking which banks to choose Clever robberies, on deposits I got this, why niggas on the blocks Stare at bitches gossip I pop shit so understand me From day one I rap whole new guns That run in the family [Noreaga] Wa dada dang wa da da dang Hey Listen to my mac milli just go bang Wa dada dang wa da da dang this is the firm bizEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ether (Unreleased Edition)[NOTE: Lyrics are not complete] [Verse 1] So you call yourself a God MC, Jay-Hova Drunk the glass of blasphemy and forgot to pray over Your game's over Crossed the warpath of a brave soldier You're a makeover My protege trying to Takeover I was the shepherd that led you But you bit the hand that fed you Mad 'cause since I met you I never did respect you And as hard as it seems You know that I fathered your dreams You was a groupie always begging to be part of my team Another case of a boy and his teacher I was the first to poison your speakers So kill all that noise that you're preaching I understand, all your plans to underhand Aired threats of you pullin' my card next Summer Jam Let me make this clear Hova You had my left overs She told me your little problem of the day when you slept over But that's another subject homie [?] you phony I'm coming to collect the debt from the years that you owe me So what you capitalized, only cause I allowed I'm taking aim at your dome And reclaiming my throne Who said I that I ain't still nasty? [Verse 2] How you planned on facing The half man half-amazing Don't need a fam', Nas is a one man invasion Claim you hot but you flopped with your R.O.C-familia 'Cause real recognize real and you're not familiar Call yourself gangsta' but you were begging for pardon That night in Carbon, when Terror Squad flipped on your squadron Tried to front on their checks Till Pun put a gun to your chest You said it yourself dog, Nas is one of the best Don't need to search for some dirt to expose you I leave it up to the flow dispose you When I oppose you This is it, I'm calling ya' Come out and play like “warriors” Studied my blueprint then pieced together your formula Guess the knowledge I speak too deep to follow That's why your stomach too weak to swallow The real truth that Nas is the greatest of all timers Fuck skeletons, keep only weaponry in my closetsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Association[Intro] You are who you associate with Look around at your five closest friends And that's who you are If you don't want to be that person You know what you gotta do [Chorus: Nas] Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no man, but no man Wants to die a poor man with no plan Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no man, but no man Wants to die a poor man with no plan [Verse 1: Nas] You can try to kill me, but I come back Hate me, that's a small thing Demons let the sword swing and sever off my offspring Bitches try to see me down, hugging the floor Bullets pulling me, playing tug of war With my body, gravity got me Police want me arrested, just to see me naked Snakes want my necklace, fake niggas make me set-trip Thugs shooting reckless (every night, niggas) Wonder, how will I exit (from this life, niggas?) Think you a killer, get cement shoes in the river You should watch them people with you Let them street rules hit you If you hang around snitches, you get judged for that 'Cause you condone it, you know there ain't no love for that There's slugs for that Oh, you didn't know your man was talking? That's why you stand with him, 'til you both land in the coffin When you first heard he was snitching, then you should have thought Every time this nigga got caught selling, they let him walk Early on a nigga was taught, stay away from them niggas So a nigga like Nas got nothing to say to them niggas I fuck with, only the trusted thug clique Who really done shit, run up in your bitch, bust the gun quick [Chorus: Nas & Stic.man] Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no man, but no man Wants to die a poor man with no plan Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no man, but no man Wants to die a poor man with no plan [Verse 2: Nas] Some bitches lie a lot, they could be fly or not Actresses cry a lot, their girlfriends spy a lot They can shake your hand, girl, then they take your man, girl The whole hood knowing, we got something good going None of these hoes is after me 'Til they saw us happy and that you bagged me Now they wishing that they had me So watch who you hang with, and who you cling with You know these bitches ain't shit, they hoping to bank chips (With a baller) after she done gave him some head (He never called her) he gang it and he left her for dead Birds of a feather fly together But chickens don't fly, they eat their own shit and die And you affiliated, now you look weak 'Cause your peeps is freaks Credit card stealing hoes, well known in the streets And they brought your down in the dirt You was a pretty, young, smart thing Going to work, I bet it hurt, 'cause you had a clean rep But the girls you seen with make these niggas say "I bet that bitch suck a mean dick", word [Chorus: Nas & Stic.man] Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no woman, but no woman Wants to die a poor woman with no man Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no woman, but no woman Wants to die a poor woman with no man [Verse 3: Stic.man] A warrior walk alone, there's one spot on this throne Fake friends be off and on, but a man stand up on his own I'm raised by a different code, cut from a different cloth Never been a follower, my momma told me be a boss Watch who you hang around, don't let nobody bring you down Friends come and go like seasons, leaves turn to brown And some only come around when everything is green Be careful not to let a snake infiltrate your team For every Jesus there's a Judas, every Caesar there's a Brutus If somebody tell you jump off a bridge -- are you gon' do it? There's two types of influence: either healthy or deadly Keep your circle small, away from all the hate and the envy Don't come nowhere near me with it, I'm bullshit intolerant My politics boss up, for you black empowerment I stay in my element, Braveheart intelligent Only associate with those for my betterment I'm out for dead presidents to represent mines Only click with my kind, my best friend is my grind Everybody got big dreams, but few follow through And it's deep: the company you keep become apart of you Don't just be sitting around smoking weed, letting time fly If your homies don't inspire you to rise, tell 'em bye You're better off dolo than rolling with a weak ass crew I'm like Scarface: Who I trust? Me, that's who [Chorus: Nas & Stic.man] Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no woman, but no woman Wants to die a poor woman with no man Association breeds similarity That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas 'til six niggas carry me Poverty's a mind state Time waits for no woman, but no woman Wants to die a poor woman with no manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Outcome[Jessica Care Moore] Global warming between my legs, screams against the waves Gave birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water My skin layered in diamonds and sage Left alone in confused forest's, enslaved by days Time keeps on whorin us Ghetto saviors can't keep ignorin us Flowers and flames flew from her fingers Rifles pointed from her sac Or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her head Rains don't stop the grass from turnin red Her hair was half permed, half dread We gave up walking in a past-life and so we danced Arms wrapped around my breath and choked me back to life A new world wife, reflecting the sun and rolling dice Symbol of the drama yet to come - too late to run Time travelling was late Watching was a blind man's mistake All his assets melted right in front of his face His right leg drabbed with demon pace Shoes stayed angel laced Never count your blessings with haste Even a prophet can catch a case Didn't realize how sweet the future might taste Telepathically cutting through mental gates Words were weapons against their hate Shepherds search for stars in her hair Her chest grew fermented like yeast She broke her body like aged bread He gave her truth from all the books he'd read She wrote her poems inside the mud Sacrificed her cervix to fix the future Named their poison, spit truth inside his mouth Read warm prophet, writing twisted scriptures inside her belly Resurrected from bones and dirt She made hard niggas smile Left her seeds inside the Earth Gave hustlers and killers life's worth This is the life we chose, remember who was here first Find a reason why you curse Gold rushed tongues by dreams too loose Sporting electronic nooses Hoeing humanity love takes over lust Despite the damage to Destiny You can't take the best of me, In God We Still TrustEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Don’t Know Me[Verse 1] Girls I got 'em locked so similar to a prison Hear this monster jam, I be callin' it 'GANGSTERISM' I murder you for dope, I'm the street distributor I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you Street connects, Mob ties on East and West We gouge out your eye balls if you seen too much Hopin' out drops wit blings and stuff Wit ball players wives, Mercedes 5 Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts Conscience who tolerate no nonsense Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert Your bitch bleed, bitin' her nipples with my chipped tooth I drink her blood, like I'm Dracula, mack in the 6-Coupe The sky becomes red, heard y'all niggas work with the feds Doesn't matter, blood'll splatter, everybody must dead I got urge for self-reinvention, but I'm old-fashioned From the corner's with the winos laughin' Dealers and five-o blastin' Capitalist thoughts like Presidents I'm burnin' Bush's, Nas the realest, it's nuttin' to fuck wit [Hook: Uncredited Female (Nas)] You think you know me but I... (Tell 'em Ma) ..Don't think so (Don't think so) It takes a 'lil more than... (What?, what?) What do you know about me? (See what you don't know me you'll never will) (And what you don't know will get yourself killed) About me (See what you don't know me you'll never will) (And what you don't know will get yourself killed) You'll never know [Verse 2] I smoke weed like them sixties rebellions, hippies on heroin Spliffs inhalin', what I speak strictly for felons Dippin' in their 6-4, hittin' the switches Or sittin' in their Bentley Azure's, feelin' the riches Or just ridin', truck drivin' Impalas, Denali's I fuck with those but I lust for silver Ferrari's I fuck hoes with the ceilings, have mirrors to watch me My bed shaped like a pyramid, feelin' the dry heat Spillin' Courvoisi', I'm half slave-master Half Apache, half African, mutts is what I call us Black men Lead astray, on drugs and cups of alcohol, cause back when They let us off ships; the soul of man was lost or trapped in But every ghetto, every hood, no matter where the town It's all haunted, all on top slave burial grounds Dead cooks, workers and maids, under this Earth in rage Ancient whore houses that explain my sexual ways Money and murder: interprets the American dream The world loves a gangsta, I found my place in this thing Royce's, diamonds and bosses, woman who're gorgeous Traitors, killers and enemies, remorseless, we live this [Hook: Uncredited Female (Nas)] You think you know me but I... (Tell 'em Ma) ..Don't think so (Don't think so) It takes a 'lil more than... (What?, what?) What do you know about me? (See what you don't know me you'll never will) (And what you don't know will get yourself killed) About me (See what you don't know me you'll never will) (And what you don't know will get yourself killed) You'll never know [Verse 3] Gypsies, preachers, choirs, churches, liquor stores The world is full of liars, curses, people rich or poor Without God to worship, see we would be more lost Gotta believe in somethin', or their would be no laws A ghetto child occasionally blunted in Mansions My cup overflow with Cristal, hundred exotic dancers Niggas is plastic, ass gets jealous and passive My pistol blast at; cowards, leechers, and rappers Niggas I fuck with is 'Bravehearts', make G's Before rap music to me, was wind blowin' the trees Birds chirpin', rain fallin', perfect and free But bitches saw my video and think they know me These niggas bad talkin', claimin' they gon' do me Stay out my path homey, you fuckin' wit a true G Bitch +You Don't Know Me+ [Hook: Uncredited Female (Nas)]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Power Paper PussyAyo I hit the Earth like a comet, Invasion Nas is like the afrocentric asian Right here with the amazing Green Lantern Serious radio, y’all know what it is NaS too real, NaS true king You know the king Cars with police radars on highways boppin Bullpin therapy cell block dodging Pissy stairways missed them days not when They shut down the stores when I’m shopping Used to be pop locking, train hopping Face covered in stocking Six pack Bud drinking gambler Fuck them cameras in front of the man Sing the hustlers mantra, hands of luck More hits than gambling huff I hollered Indosia, 40 belows covered the toes I was a soldier with the Popeyes sippin Amota Nigga honestly I call this a culture My sister’s a snake, my brother’s a vulture My mother’s the block, my father’s a ghetto piranha Swimming with sharks my tones false settle drama Obama, if the kids mirror you We’ll all push Masaratis with the silver hue They fear that connection I rather die in a box than live safe in witness protection Gotti was a racist but he still get praises We don’t give a fuck, nigga gangsta is gangsta Bricks come with Bill Clinton’s name on it taped up Hollywood Lohan parties people they facing them Kim Kardashian, body with the waist slim Know some hood girls who did time that could take them Rappers changing families, fags are all lost I’m at the Waldorf, Vancleave under the sleeve Save the small talk, I feel alive New Porches Jordan number fives Already said I’m the last real nigga alive Nas, let my words guide you From crips to piru this is survival Turn my voice up Let my words guide you From crips to piru this is survival Invasion!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy N.Y. State Of Mind (Live)[Spoken: Nas] Twenty years in the making What was I thinking? 1992, wow I wasn't sure how to get into the rap game The incredible rap game It's all a dream It's time, and when that time came I took it Yeah [Verse 1: Nas] Rappers, I monkey flip 'em, with the funky rhythm I be kickin' Musician, inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up!" — the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" It wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Pulled my shit back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber Now I'm runnin' to the building lobby And it was full of children prob'ly, couldn't see as high as I be (So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name Claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us 45's and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep—‘cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind [Chorus] "New York state of mind" "New York state of mind" Where I live, where I'm at "New York state of mind" "New York state of mind" [Verse 2: Nas] Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta Drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have brothers undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us: we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I've taken rappers to a new plateau Through rap slow, my rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers 20's of buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep—‘cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind [Chorus] "New York state of mind" "New York state of mind" Where I live, where I'm at "New York state of mind" "New York state of mind" [Nas] But tonight, tonight In the D.C state of mind Yeah, yeah Detonize, come on Detonize what Detonize all [Spoken: Nas] Thank you 20 years ago, I was writing that rhyme in a small apartment, in a small room, inside that small apartment. Just living in a world that I knew, talking about the things that I see and live man. You know, teenagers' mind is wildEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Everything Is Real[Nas] Alka Seltzer... in this motherfucker... I gotta take shit Ay there go my book... I been looking for this book What, What... Yea [Nas] I ain't seen as much death, nor seen as much crime, since the blackout in Queensbridge in 79' Everybodies a killer now... pimps, playas, and dons Shorties on the block, push drops and carry on Niggas look through our window, where ever we drove Through the tint, to see if the Benz is matching the clothes We the Queens Kings I used to view the cats that I owe... see things... That made me real, but my skin and my soul Girls who turned hoes Friends who turned foes Bad luck niggas who bring Death where ever they go Never sleep, it feels better to know... it's all real though!... [Hook:] Everything Is Real... And... Where We Heading Now... Up to more Money... It be More Fun... Leave with Mo' Bitches... and Carry More Guns Where We Heading Now... Where We Going Yo... Getting Real Son... We Gon let It Flow... Leave with Mo' Bitches... And Be More Dough... It Be More Fun... Holding More... [Nas] How the hell, are we supposed to excel from the street... Where the Jakes Crew face young kids who wanna eat Quantum Leap to this Black World, Hustlers, and Ghettos Cell mates, millionaires, who tussle with the Devil Bust a lil metal lead (led) Wrestle you... to the pebbles... on the hard gound That's if the God's down It's a struggle, brothers jump bail To come chill with they niggas on the block, with them rocks for sale On the hard with the god Shapelle... a Queens Conrad Yo run and come with the dime bag [Shapelle] Yo, Yo-Yo Ayo I need dat I got to smoke dat... Sell me some Chunky Black [Nas] So I could smoke away the pain Try to find my brain But the thought still remain Yo it's on again Once the jail take these chains Cause I been through it The drug game I thought I knew it I got knocked, went to trial But I blew it 25... but only lived 20 years of my life Took 5 from me Got me wrapped up like a Mummy Now I'm in the system... aka the Devil's Home Where they tell you where to eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone Now I'm living with... drug dealers, and chain stealers... Bitch niggas, who got knocked and turned squealers Imagine sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict Who love fucking with faggots But I sip alot of Savage I sat him down, and made him study mathematics Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking... About this reefer I'm a get this weekend On the V.I. (visit) I rather be... uh, dam, dam [Fades Out]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The World[Verse 1] Where we met, I had to give her her respect She was with her man, he took a drag from her cigarette He told her he'll be back He jumped in the meter cab, just took her cell and told her where to meet him at Now she was mad, And I was looking for my car She had some plastic bags, coming from the supermarket Cooking for his ass..how she gone get to the projects? She ain’t got no cash, and she struggling while walking So I drive past, "Yo" I say "I ain’t no stalker wit yo big ole ass Here’s my help I’m tryna offer, I give you a lift" Who woulda knew it turn to this? Now we in the mix Baby moved up in my crib and she left my ex, damn we speedin ('Now girl, you mean the world to me' repeats) I’m a king, you the queen His and her 6’s and diamond rings You don’t have to look back at him Just get your bags packed and then.. A new life soon begins Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in [Verse 2] Baby girl had a son He was 3, yea I took him in Now she call him little me, I even look like him Naw, I mean he look like me, a couple shades darker She be calling him Blackie..that’s cause his real father jet black So she treat him like it’s a setback.. I don’t respect that Now his pops calling collect at the new crib on the new number Now how he get that? See, now I knew we was a mismatch I’m laid back, you too used to getting pimp smacked I see where I went wrong at I just tried to bring out the queen in you.. But when you make a girl leave a man.. You never really know where she stand.. How you know she really yours? Somebody could do the same to you..!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tales From the HoodDa ha Da ha ha ha ha ha Da ha ha ha Da ha ha ha ha ha [Verse 1] It was '87 Crack money was "Ghetto Heaven" Niggas gettin' it Every block rise to perfection Green tops, boulders and bottles Soldiers who follow leaders You owed 'em dollars Know that tommorrow you might not see it Packs got knocked off by sprinklers that never worked All the way to the monkey bars, cross that line you got murked That's other niggas territory had fiends in the cheese line They told them fiends calm down, ten dollars each dime They never scared of Po-Po, was only one patrol car They wasn't up for crack and I was up on the chin of Pa Watching hustlers with tinted cars, money makin' But one kid was into takin' Had dreadlocks wasn't Jamaican Fort green he laid First nigga I ever saw rockin' dreads with a fade Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood Dodgin' and runnin' The glare in his eyes told you somethin' was commin' They went to war, Godbless Rita, got shot by mistake Niggas got knocked by them Jakes Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch, screams in rage Niggas so thugs got pits rocking thick chains Stick-up niggas so thug they got pits with sick names Clicks got bigger, extortion cats wasn't hearin' it But he was regulatin' A ghetto king, now he levatatin' They say he smiled in his casket This ends the first chapter of another Nas classic [Hook: repeat 2X] Tales from the hood, trails of blood But it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should [Verse 2] Yeah I'mma help you nigga, cause I see evil's callin' you Sick thoughts make you wanna take Ki's from other ballin' crews Top of the world's all he views A puff of weed, nothing but greed don't live by the rules Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do Try to sell your freedom I'm accustomed to You could ball wit' me or get arrested too It's easy to land where they dwell with the greasy hands Twenty to L' what's your plan take your grams You bought you a Lexus, BBS spendin' Abrahams Never learned your lesson, choose the right direction Thin line from life and death and my man checked in A motel, same one as a young G he know well Crossed 'em on a coke sell then went on a run But shorty got his old folks killed, yo he got 'em done Nobody to run to, what succumb to My nigga just wanted to eat, now he hunted on the street [Hook] Tales from the hood, trails of blood Yeah it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should Tales from the hood, trails of blood Though it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should [Verse 3] Little Gotti got down for his, let off seven rounds The kid he hit is heaven bound if he's on the good list Shorty who shot 'em ran knowing niggas would snitch Five years passed he ain't been in the hood since Shot this nigga over a hundred dollars, money, had borrowed Time passed, on his birthday he couldn't afford a bottle Least expected to see 'em, then he asked for his Nigga said he don't got it, so he blast the kid Escapes the scene, but he couldn't escape the dream Or how the kid fell when bullets made it too late to scream Seeing money's face starin' at him In black space feelin' hands touchin' him Wake up it got too much for him Once liked to be alone Until he started hearin' groans and seein' things Now it's time to go home Niggas shocked to see him Gave him respect what he was missin' All the way from VA his aunt yell "He hate to listen" So he popped up, they gave him hugs, showed him love Then he was reminded of that night when he sprayed all them slugs He hangin' like nuttin' happened, police grabbed him up Now he seein' ghosts in the cell, they got him strapped up Psycho ward, rest of his life injected thorazine Haunted memories in his mind of the murder scene [Hook] Tales from the hood, trails of blood The book of the dead, translated in thug language, understood? Tales from the hood, trails of blood The book of the dead, translated in thug language, you understoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be Right[Verse 1 - Nas] If Macy's don't have it A hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around Or I'm wasting fabric I don't feel great until my plushest pieces Cause you to suck your teeth Some mean-mugging on my clean thugging mean nothing Women dream I'm your husband I'm Alex Pushkin, the black poetry writing Russian Ice disgusting. I started bling How could you question my direction? I'm king, I'm cultured, not just cause of The foreign movie posters, the frames Starring French names, look closer ? to the worm food I despise and watch fake wise guys who turn stool And speak highly of late made guys who once ruled Hard-bottomed shoes, chauffeurs flaunt ambrosia My baby moms wrote a book that couldn't harm a soldier Muhammad Ali hobbies, no pilates, jogging, jumping rope Til my body cut up like a bag of dope And hope I die ? [Hook - Nas] Worked too hard, stayed up too many nights If I'm wrong for being me, I don't wanna be right Nah! No not never, no not ever I don't wanna be right, hood star, we are [Verse 2 - Nas] Diggi-diggi-dignitaries, Carhart congress Fitted hat high rank officials World Bank like Rothschilds Take the wool from over your eyes Who conspired to deceive you and I It's easier for a man to believe a big lie Than a small truth. Money's not evil It's the love of money that's the root Not a luxury car worshipper, but I purchase Particular vehicles, so me and my dudes, we can cruise Upsetting policia They study my natural sleepy eye To see if I'm high. I got my piece of the pie My 40 acres is my 40 karats on my piece, that's fly Carti bracelet, you talk that talk and walk that walk You wouldn't understand our thoughts How many black leaders are bought Why the fuck you care if I rap about How much my sneakers cost? I'mma floss [Hook - Nas] Worked too hard, stayed up too many nights If I'm wrong for being me, I don't wanna be right Nah! No not never, no not ever I don't wanna be right, hood star, we areEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tick Tock[Intro - Nas] Uhh yeah yeah yo It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks Comin' through better hide your wristwatch Because niggas well live they shits pop Hey hey Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock Light a L baby let the Crys' pop Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday [Verse 1 - Nas] 5'8" with double-X-L pen saggin' blunts draggin' But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street One way is where blood money coke and homicide leap The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete So you can be an architect design appartments and shit Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip Soon as I'm on the set I'm never on a chick I play it cool But still ain't pussy muscles get wet it's just the booze Check my niggas, what's the gossip, what's the word Puff some herb, all I see is niggas runnin', chin shots All I heard, dip behind the car, see somebody on the ground Ambulance came and got 'em they start calmin' down Now it's back to the same old shit, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up, scream that I'm dyin' I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah [Hook - Nas] Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks Comin' through better hide your wristwatch Because niggas well live they shits popped Hey hey Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock Light a L baby let the Crys' pop Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday [Verse 2 - Prodigy] It's like this nigga It's on, toilet up for me, roll that shit big While I reveal the story of a wild street kid Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit The spittin' image of how I live Well first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen Keep your mouth closed and your eyes and your ears wide open Gangsta, I soaked it all in, my first ammo was a one shot Deuce deuce, had my pockets full of bullets I was real loose Thug parties out in wave crash always got shot up Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up No wonder we bugged out it gets so frantic Niggas aim on the fight, we cut yo melon Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit fuck it we was broke Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this He said: P you gon' wind up dead You and Hav' real good with that music shit You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind of the street And it stuck in the back of my head, though I still did my little bit of menacin' Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight Like these things really happen niggas get cut up I put it in my rappin' It's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale It couldn't get more graphic I'm so trail I said it's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale City you havin' let me touch that ass [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Like Me[Intro: Anthony Wilson] Ay yeah, what's happening mommy? How you doing baby? Oh you looking kinda good and everything, I see you with them stilettos on baby Ay check this out, you ain't got time to talk to me? Ay let me put the bug in your ear baby Why don't you turning them floor shoes into some ho shoes, ya dig? Yeah, check this out, this Universe Finest, your Royal Highness You know what baby? I can do a whole lot of thangs for you Guess why, 'cause I'm a motherfucking pimp [Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)] (Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe (I be...) Staying on that paper chase I-In this life there's pimps and hoes Tell me which one are you, you a nigga (Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe (I be...) Staying on that paper chase In this life there's pimps and hoes Tell me which one are you, you [Verse 1: Nas] The good man in me say, "Get money and stay on the path" But the pimp shit in me say, "Yo, keep looking for ass" But my daughter gave me a gift, something to hold A little city in water, when you shake it, it snow I told her never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes Better wait 'til you grown, when he love you, you'll know Everybody's got a dream, a hopeful wish to own a six times two Cylinder whip, a fantasy, a bone to pick Revenge to get, against - who I don't know Someone who said you won't blow, you won't eat, you won't cake They mistake blaming me for they failures, I'm fresh, getting tailored Single breasted, a lint brush is senseless, some pimp shit A woman hates a man and stays with him for many years Tell him she loves him and be jealous of him Now lame is how the ghetto judge him, 'cause he still with her She'll take his cash and give it to some other real nigga... [Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)] (Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe (I be...) Staying on that paper chase I-In this life there's pimps and hoes Tell me which one are you, you a nigga (Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe (I be...) Staying on that paper chase In this life there's pimps and hoes Tell me which one are you, you [Interlude: Anthony Wilson] Ay pimping been going on man for eons and eons man since the beginning of time You know me, the only thing I need to do is get on the grind, and get mine So the only thing I gotta tell you man is you know Do what you gotta do man Bring my money back, get on that track and get on your back [Verse 2: Nas] I heard 'em say the NBA's a bunch of million-dollar slaves A portea wasn't real back in the days, the point I make is Jerry owns the Lakers, his yearly takings Let's just say more than collectively all of his players That's business, not really pimp shit Maybe a tid-bit similar to when we rappers make big hits And not own the masters, that's the deal By the way, Poitier helps all the Denzels excel He kept it more than real, but Hollywood can turn a girl out I knew a girl 'bout, 5'9", so fine, she could for sure grind She was sleek, chic, with a classic mouth Movie directors always fucked her on the casting couch She came out with a blockbuster, can't knock a hustler She not a hooker, she focused, a hopeless soul on a lonely road I showed her all my stones and gold I said "Bitch, life is cold, you need to roll with a nigga" [Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)] (Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe (I be...) Staying on that paper chase I-In this life there's pimps and hoes Tell me which one are you, you a nigga (Like me...) Hustling and grinding babe (I be...) Staying on that paper chase In this life there's pimps and hoes Tell me which one are you, youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Death Anniversary[Hook] I know all of y'all hear me, none of y'all scare me Cause niggas die daily Coming out with my guns real early Laying in your stairway, cause niggas die daily So I got niggas around you Mad like they're back for their man You've killed just a year ago today So call it a death anniversary Rushing to emergency, niggas die daily [Nas] What if I told you that AZ didn't exist And I put him there, played it like a ventriloquist Cause niggas spit fake shit and y'all respect it I spit that real shit and y'all won't buy the record What if me and the rapper homey was really cool And we used that whole thing as a media tool Would you say I was a sucka or say I was savvy If I told you mothafucka's that me and K wasn't married? What if Jungle wrote my shit and I'm really illiterate And the whole Nas catalog was just an experiment What if I really died when Ill Will got shot This is Will rhyming right now while Nas is chilling with 'Pac What If I did all the advertisements thrown my way And I've boned every chick that would throw me some play I'd have to load another AK cause niggas be jealous Cause we real like them Brazil favelas [Hook] [Nas] Scream at the nigga "breathe don't breathe your last breath" But you know a nigga dead when he pee on himself Blatter giving up on 'em, face start to puff on 'em Bloating up, nigga cold as fuck, trying hold on 'em Loosen up the nine out of his fingers Angels coming only he can hear the psalms that they're singing And it hurts me, the planets cursed, B This your niggas first year anniversary This how it goes down in every ghetto So it's quite natural for rappers to settle And make pop music, nursery hooks Cause back then we thought the only thing that worked was the jooks They're tryna pimp a game that done pimped them first I'm pimping the industry so they acknowledge our worth The next anniversary we all unite Let's all get together or we're loosing the fight [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just a Moment (Single Version)[Verse 1: Quan] Can we please have a moment of silence? That's for my niggas doin' years in confinement And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em Can we please pour out some liquor? Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by To live it alive, so instead they live it to die Can we please have a moment of peace? For every G that fell for his flag in the streets Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' Crippin' and creepin', Latin and kingin' Or just for poor righteous teachin' [Chorus: Quan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishin' y'all were home As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishin' y'all were home [Verse 2: Nas] Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence? For brothers who died from black-on-black violence From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin' And can we please pour some more liquors? For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggas Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest And can we please have a moment of truth? For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots And families back home who pray they make it home safe Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you Let's take 'em home [Chorus: Quan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishin' y'all were home As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishin' y'all were home [Verse 3: Quan] And can we please have a moment to mourn? For 'Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah, and Aaliyah Big L and Left Eye, when we die we hope to see ya... [Verse 4: Nas] Photographs of lost memories On the blocks with blunts and Hennessy Picture some niggas in mock neck shirts Ballantine Ale in brown bags Brothers like to brag 'bout their cousins That locked in the system We all fall victims, we all call Christian Or Islamic faith, to restore all our faith Barbed wire and tall brick wall But we all can escape [Chorus: Quan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishin' y'all were home As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lifes we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishin' y'all were homeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro[Nas] Peace, how are you? I ain't mean to be late It was my night to watch my little girl It's chilly out here What happened? You crying? Y'all got into it again huh? See you gotta let them know from the jump I don't care who they are, or who they're with Yeah I know they know we're talking Shh, why don't they just leave us alone? I know it's hard for them to understand people like us Could love each other Come on, stop crying now Oh, there's something I gotta tell you I heard they're watching you Yeah, they're watching, they're watching me too But there ain't no reason to get low I'm proud, I'm here You know I'ma stand up for you, no matter what And I know you'll stand up for me I don't have no doubts about you being true to me The world is ours But right now it feels like the whole world is against us So study, be strong, don't cry no more *Immediately follows A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No One Else in the Room[Intro: Nas & Maxwell] Oooooooooooh! Maxwell go and sing Ooohh, this one for the ladies M-A-X Doin' it N-A-S I'm back again (who's back) Again, again, I'm back again (who's back) Ooh, tell me (who's back) I'm back again (who's back) Again, again, I'm back again [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, yeah the booty is the bass The highs, the beauty in ya eyes First glance I became alive She went through a lot of dangerous guys, surprise Now she would decide on Nas Cause I ain't choose her, she chose me In the party, it was a early day in March When I first had ya legs arched In the park, wasn't even dark We was in the zone, we ain't care who watch Baby was the wine though the trees was sparked She said till you get enough, please don't stop So I played wit it, got the moist spot hot If I ain't hittin' the bottom, I'm getting some top My hair cut look air brushed Whatever I wear is straight plush from the ears to chucks As we sashayed across the dance floor Just, me and you no one else but us two [Chorus: Maxwell] No other girl in the room No other girl in the room but you (There's no other girl lookin' as good as you) There's nobody but you (They can try, they can try) No other girl in the room (But you know, you know, you know) No other girl in the room (Oh, oh, ooo ooo) No other girl in the room but you (There's no other girl, no) There's nobody but you (They try) No other girl in the room (There's nobody to,) [Verse 2: Nas] In the early eighties, shorty had me off the wall A super freak as my thoughts revolved It's like a menage with Nona Gaye and Lalah Hathaway Both they fathers a tell me to play, sip rosé On our honeymoon everyday We dance to the same tune every day Beauty and the goon they would say You promise, savage beast You a sexy freak Your moist lips negates the ecstacy Number one in my book, no discrepancy When you walk on the earth, you be reppin' me I'm obsessed with thee, cherish every breath you breathe No matter what's going on around us All I could hear was the sound of (her) Twirlin' her around just (her) See nobody in the crowd just (her) [Chorus: Maxwell] (No other) No other girl in the room (No one) No other girl in the room but you (There's no other girl) There's nobody but you (Thinkin' about you baby, baby) No other girl in the room (Never ever, ever, ever, see you) No other girl in the room (Oh) No other girl in the room but you (No other girl has, they're not you) There's nobody but you (Oooh baby yeah) No other girl in the room [Bridge: Nas] Uh, horns! Clap Everybody clap C'mon, clap Max mellow 'em out [Maxwell] Oh it's just my, it's just my, it's just my girl Oh, it's just, just my, just my baby, you Just you, just me, no one else but you No one, no one, just me and you, oh babe [Nas] Clap! Break it down [Outro: Olu Dara] You know it all comes from Africa But my version is the bluesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Eye 4 An Eye Freestyle[Intro: Nas] Yo this Nas niggas whuttup? QB Album coming, niggas Ill Will, Bravehearts My nigga DJ Clue - put this shit on these niggas Desert Storm baby 2000! [Nas] A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki out the game Cause entertainment money now is off the chain I put blunts in niggas caskets, lost in the game I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game But I'm neva gon' die, I neva heard of death Energy could neva be destroyed Only the flesh, when you niggas try to murder me With bullets to my head This is my you can't kill me niggas I'm already dead, BRING IT!! I'm busting bodies fall in the cemetery Black blood raining on the street All you niggas, buried y'all Niggas just came home, fresh out the state greens Five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens It's pitiful - what bid could do, especially federal Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan But thought I was dreaming I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons I cried with every bit of strength of my small body This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade You're on top -- WHAT? Copy and fuck, I said it first, you repeated Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated Y'all niggas all hail, the King is dead He running like a bitch with his tail between his legs 'Stillmatic', still eye 4 an eye, wanna be God You're just the next rapper to die, fucking with NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fallen Stars Flying[Verse 1] Heavy gold chains and velours, body language boss On this highly dangerous course between the streets and up north Carti' specs, pray the angels direct my walk I just talked with big homie up in federal court He was double-crossed, nowadays staying real is a loss ’Cause cowards prey on niggas with good hearts So I pray for them, they violate this way I got the K for them, but I refrain from doing Shaitan's work We doin' wrong, taking our face off Earth Black victory, I envision Tiffany blue coupes Angels pop out the hood like "poof," Black youth What’s the science? Man, we the fallen stars flying [Chorus] Black youth, flying, fallen stars Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying Angels pop out the hood like "poof" Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them) Black youth, flying, fallen stars Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them) [Verse 2] When you a strong, stand-tall soldier They lean on you, expectin' you not to fall over Like you never feel pressure, like you made of steel So I absorb your pain, I like to see you chill But the shit start weighin' on me Liftin' you up without a day off, homie It's gettin' hard, plus the haters on me I met a young queen, the little girl asked for my autograph She said my verse from "Black Girl Lost" made her find her way She said she got tatted wings on her back So when she want she can fly away [Chorus] Black youth, flying, fallen stars Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars flying Angels pop out the hood like "poof" Now-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them) Black youth, flying, fallen stars Black youth, fly-flying, fallen stars, flying Black youth (Flying high), fallen stars flying Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them) [Post-Chorus] Pray for them Pray for them Pray for them Pray for them [Outro] Black youth Fallen stars flying Angels pop out the hood like "poof" No-nowadays staying real is a loss (So I pray for them) Black youth, fallen stars Black youth, fallen stars Black youth, flying high Angels pop out the hood like "poof" (So I pray for them)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Triple Threat[Intro: Nature] [Verse 1: Nature] Y'all know my pedigree, hoes blow the gods voluntarily We're world wide, my heart pumps where the ghettos be Young sharks be telling me, y'all niggas can't swim, y'all drowning From my hood to your hood, the anthem, y'all wilding I die for my coalition, the foes whispering Hating, Wild Gremlins and those that roll with 'em So I chose rap, we vamped to neva go back Until this life of animosity, the high velocity Niggas be on the same team planning to blow shots at me Be the same mouths I try to feed I write shit, entice it properly, 'til it hurts me The same game as James Worthy, they spread my name like it's Herpes Nature, niggas on the block boxing me, y'all not complete We take this shit to where it gots to be, now smile philosophy [Verse 2: Nas] Sex and money go together like techs and nine shells Swiss cheese you and cover it up like Roswell Cartel, you ain't seen no iller regime The Celest team, prophecy, project warrior, owns property Crackers hate it, cops get jealous cause I stay with The '98 temporary plates on my whip The system thing is not right A rich thug could fuck a cop's wife Cause I'm on television and live the pop life I rock mics, make mills, sound scan sales One point whateva records, professional skills Money's the root of evil but it'll make you happy Don't wanna shoot my people but still they might clap me Cause I talk like Dr. Malachi york, played the sidewalk Hold fort, diamond plate chain, gold fork Get in tune, rich life Ricky for silver spoon Frank Lopez's crib, elevators and living room [Verse 3: Noreaga] Ayo we're still in Queens, same place where we use to be Often you won't see us, cause we're usually out touring Leave the hood now the hood boring NORE, you know me, we're regulating Straight from Iraq with QB affiliated It's like a higher learning From 99th street down to Vernon Letting our heat burst burning Like henny wet, throwing up my set Catch me on star tec, 'bout to set the connect Yo sex, drugs, money and murder, beers and sex Lands and Lex in the projects The 4th floor where we score through our cook-up D's shook-up, hit the block and now you look up [Verse 4: Nature] Whispers turning to screams, from screams to hollers Fans turn to fanatics, go home and dream about us My zone, I need the chronic, my habit daily Spitting, rapping fury, I got more steps then Alvin Ailey Thousands will feel me, my nickname Braille Dietec, the fakest niggas, cause their cliques ain't real Each verse be pain filled, force to taking Motrin's From the street to the screen, pictures be major motion Nature grossing, holding my square where snake's approaching React quickly, keeping gats where my dick be A buck equal a hundred, so a half is fifty Y'all do the math with me, before I hurt you It's personal, you and I know, my whole squad be U-N-I-versal From blood in to blood out, we thugged out Fuck a four-four, I go to snub route, leave you rubbed out [Verse 5: Nas] Death followed him, before it swallowed him whole It was signs he should of read that was inside his soul Niggas light dutches to 'em now So long miss a mutha fucka but still life goes on Hope I'm rich on my last day, clutching some ass Nigga said he came in with, got a nut when he passed An old man laying dead on my bed, with some young shit Screaming out "freedom" when I slumped her chest After that, chill, be a bitch with a hex Every nigga she sexed, be the next put to rest [Verse 6: Noreaga] Yo since a young sibling, had every flavor Timberland Always had a jump shot and always dribbling John McEnroe, Jose lay like Casserole Doling Mike Tys', the jungle low, cut the china white Come check ya, mixed the henny with the nectars On straight flights while y'all cats connectors If it was up to me, the whole world would be comfortably But since its not, y'all niggas stay fucked up I think about y'all too much and be bankrupted So niggas get yours, I got mines niggas, so what, what? [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Coon Picnic (These are our Heroes)Nas: "This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our Heroes." [Hook: Nas] Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels Cause they said they played they parts well Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well" Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? The acceptable Negro -- hell nah But they say, "These are our heroes" [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud But there's somethin' they don't say Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe First he played his life cool just like Michael Now he rock ice too just like I do Yo, you can't do better than that? The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you You turn around then you shit on Shaq Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes He love a little butt crack, got enough cash Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you To do something for the youth, stupid spoof But you let them use you as an example They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full [Hook] [Verse 2: Nas] You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through But what's your excuse, dude? You talk Black But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it Huh, and in the end we all got dicked These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them Nicky Giovanni poetical black female Jim Brown to the people who sing well from Fela to Miriam Makeba The mirror says you are the next American leader So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC But next year, who knows what we'll see? Ha-Ha, these are our heroes [Hook] [Nas:] "Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Big up To Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Tay Diggs What up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit And ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit." [Male Heckler:] "Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though Homie? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at All that paper. Drivin' around like a playboy in My hood. What type of shit is that?" [Overlapping dialogue] [Nas:] "I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I Got a plane to catch. And I love you back. Ha-Ha Yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE." [Thug Heckler:] "Come on man, give back to the hood. Cocky Motherfucker!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rare/Unreleased Tracks & Freestyles From Pre-Illmatic To The PresentPre-Illmatic: Freestyles- 17 Year Old Freestyle(W/ Commentary At Beginning) (Freestyle) 1st Time On Stretch & Bob (Freestyle) 2nd Time On Stretch & Bob (Freestyle) 3rd Time On Stretch & Bob (Freestyle) The Wake Up Show(Anthem) (Freestyle) Capital Rap Show Freestyle In The UK Songs(AKA Demo Tape Tracks)- Nas Will Prevail (Original Version of "It Ain't Hard To Tell": Number One With A Bullet: Deja Vu: Life Is Like A Dice Game: Understanding: Everything Is Real: On The Real (Original Version): Just Another Day In The Project: Represent 93 (Original): Live From The BBQ: Back To The Grill: It Was Written/The Firm: Freestyles: Biggie and Nas Freestyle (1995) Tracks: Jackin Beats Pt. 1, 2, & 3 Take It In Blood Pt. 2 In Too Deep I Am/Nastradmus: Freestyles: Bonnie & Shyne Freestyle Songs: The Second Coming Afterlife (Intro) Almost KingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The World Is Yours (10th Anniversary Remix)[Intro] It's yours [Verse 1] I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme - play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facing time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracing Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets And the Nikes on my feet makes my cipher complete Whether cruising in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it; the beats make me falling asleep I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me [Hook] Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours [Verse 2] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life My insight enlights vision words of wisdom Niggas pay me in tuition to listen The murder paragraphs of mysticism Man plants seeds that bring forth multiple breeds So many cultures on one planet but one culture's free Son I need weed to proceed Change the flow speed I'm gettin' vexed Giuliani at 666 There's no days for broke days sellin' smoke pays I tote the chocolate potent Phillies never wrote roach-sprayed Shit is a hassle, The Bridge is like a haunted Castle The mic's my religion the system is the devil's lasso And yo, the trife life is most influential The colors on mens skin and pens is coincidental How you livin', large or broker You wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers Catchin' court papers gettin' broker [Hook] Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours [Verse 3] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps - I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain, flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbing bitches like the Phantom The crew is lampin', Ill Will style Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames Plus the games people play I check the dames plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today [Hook] Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yoursEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On The Road Again[Verse 1] I wouldn't marry a black woman here's the reason why (Why) Black women's evil, do things on the sly (No) You look for your supper to be good and hot (Hot) She never put the neck bone in the pot [Hook 1] She's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Lord, a natural-born eastman (She's on the road again) She's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Lord, a natural-born eastman (On the road again) [Verse 2] I went to my window, my window was propped I went to my door, my door was locked I stepped right back, I shook my head A big black nigga's in my folding bed I shot through the window, I broke the glass I never seen a little nigga run so fast [Hook 2] He's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Lord, a natural-born eastman (On the road again) He's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) God, a natural-born eastman (On the road again) [Verse 3] Your friend at your house just to rest his hat Next thing he wanna know where your husband's at She says "I don't know he's on his way to the pen" Come on mama, let's get on the road again [Hook 3] She's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Lord, a natural-born eastman (She's on the road again) He's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Lord, a natural-born eastman (On the road again) [Verse 4] I'm with my black woman let me tell you (Why) Black women's evil, do things on the sly (No) You look for your supper to be good and hot (Hot) She never put the neck bone in the pot [Hook 1] She's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Lord, a natural-born eastman (She's on the road again) She's on the road again (Just as sure as you're born) Lord, a natural-born eastman (On the road again) [Outro] Yeah! Uh-huh YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where Are They Now? (West Coast Remix)[Intro] This is a Core DJ Exclusive.... [Nas] Ayo, check it out, this is Nas Is Hip-Hop dead or is it still alive? Ha ha Well, check it out Right about now, I'm ridin' with my homies from the Westside (West Coast) Showin' love (West Coast) I asked where are they now? (West Coast) 2007, they right here, yeah (Where are they now?) [Breeze] Yo, it's time to rhyme, keep it in mind, I'm gifted With the strength to go the length, and if it’s Rough enough to keep the crowd wonderin' Breeze and L.A. Posse (Where are they now?) Still layin' in the land of the palm trees Warm breeze, sippin' on Dom P, still chillin' with King T Slowed on MCin’, pass the series green Gettin' money off the words I spit, yet still gee-in' Still the young son but now a nigga got a baby girl Tryin’ to raise her right and guide her through this crazy world Still got a slow flow and fast raps know Reppin' twenty years, still gettin' ASCAP checks Still, spittin' the truth when I mentor the youth On how to be professional when they step in the booth And never cuppin' the mic so you can hear me clear Nas wondered, yo, where are they now? I'm right here, G [KAM] Goddamn, that nigga KAM back on the scene With the O.G. West on the same team Hittin' corners in a Six-Trey Chevrolet Ragtop Impala, gettin' dollars every day For pushin' heavy yay to this rap shit Fuckin' with niggas I done put L.A. on the map wit’ So that the legacy lasts long We're givin' it up for all the homies that done passed on And you can check Bobcat’s file He can tell you who we are, what we did and where we at now This bullshit, niggas tired of that Fools runnin' they mouth, so where the Southside riders at? [Hook: Breeze, KAM, Nas, King T] Everybody’s talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (West Coast) Everybody talkin' about this South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? West Coast, yeah, Nas's ridin' with you right here (The who?) West Coast [King T] Hey, watch it resurrect from the jump House shoes, Khaki suit, riot gauge pump Black Raider hat with ‘Bitch Please’ on the side Central and Greenleaf, 1989 Just in time, King T pushed the line The G's had to have it, Eazy and Dre had it I was a damn fool, now dudes wanna act it (Where are they now?) He's still active We go back like the Jheri Curl shag When Pooh was from the Gate, Bobcat was from the Aves I was in that green 6-4 with the rag pull back in slow motion T-La showboatin' They lookin' for that West Coast Trojan Thought to be in exile but I'm just posted Blessed to be the best to crack the West Coast open King T-La back, muthafucka, it's a wrap [Candyman] The C-A- to the N-D-Y-The-M-A-N I still melt in your mouth, not in your hand I love to hear the story, again and again But it originated from this man, The Candyman Damn, it feels good to hear my West Coast peers Makes me wanna shed a tear for the ones who ain't here I was just a young player in these Westside streets Motivated to be innovative like Ice-T King T, Toddy Tee R.I.P. to Mixmaster Spade, MC Trouble, Rudy Pardee And it's a trip to witness trap rap When I’m on the first album cover with Eazy-E doin' that shit way back Hell yeah, we need a new West, Dirty South respects I remember doin' shows out there They never tripped off the Westside Spend all their chips at the Best Buy Groovin' like they just don't care [Threat] No mistakes, can’t get away Dumpin' with them funky rhymes Yep, that's MC Deadly Threat They play him on the radio all the time I love my folks, I love my G's They can't kill Cali, they love my weed West Coast done it, East Coast did it Then the South came wit’ it like ‘let's go get it’ Red Ghost did it like the ones before me The batterram came and took all the glory I got an Army like Uncle Jamm’s K-D-A-Y bumped the jam Bobcat, Battlecat and DJ Pooh L.A., S.C., but we say Zuu It still never rain or snow in Cali We're gettin' blunted in the back of the bowling alley, like.. [Hook: Breeze, KAM] Everybody’s talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (West Coast) Everybody talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? Where are they now? [Ice-T] This is it, dope from the fly kid Iceberg bang for the West, servin' a life bid Westside nigga for life, ride or die I get so gangsta, I stay so fly Saggin' my Khakis, reppin' my flag Nigga, break out the gun, bitch, let's play tag Every day in the street, somebody calls me Cube I tell ‘em that's my loved one, but it’s Ice-T, dude I come from that Crenshaw strip, ya heard? It’s way Cripped up, chrome when the 6-4 lift up It's hard to rock a party, L.A. don't like nobody Niggas rather pop the trunks and dump shotties [Sir Mix-A-Lot] I'mma show my nigga Nas what I got in my garage Yeah, my publishin' is large, water fountains in my yard The Posse left Broadway to get ‘em on the glass I got class, but still I like a fat ass Mix-A-Lot sheenin' with this S-Class gleamin' Aggressive pimp leanin’, marked the game like a demon From TVs to movies, Hollywood use my shit Seven-figure years keep comin’. Who's your pimp? F430 with these black paddle shifters This may not uplift ya but I'm still takin' pictures And I'm lovin' all you sisters, Mix'll never disrespect ya Westside vet; you need your paper? I'll connect ya [Hook: CMG from The Conscious Daughters] Everybody’s talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (West Coast) Everybody is talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (The who?) The West Coast [CMG from The Conscious Daughters] It's the rhyme-spittin' kitten you’re never hittin’ The legendary, all-time great phenomenal female Monarch, hittin' charts Flowamatic nine spitta shoot like darts, blowin' bitches apart It's The Conscious Daughters, still stompin' over soil Holla at your folks, the females is royal Bay Area OGs, still gettin' cheese Like we sidin' on the block with 'Pac and Eazy-EEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Legendary (Mike Tyson)"Ladies and gentleman In this corner The champion of champions From Catskill, New York Iron Mike Tyson" And in the other corner The lyrical champion Hailing from Queensbridge, New York Is the one and only Nas And now, ladies and gentlemen and boxing fans joining us around the world. IT'S SHOWTIME! Verse 1: Spirit of the streets Walks in the ring From Brownsville to spar fit To boxing king Man or machine, an animal Physical strength and intelligence But that type of intellect Y'all respect To connect those punches Still as a kid he stole lunches To mak'in millions and the hundreds Chaotic conscience The rage, the stage, the grander Had to endorse slander Took it like a man Cause the mighty stand alone In the bigger ring hole The penitentiary Barbed wire and stone was amp up They locked a champ up Even my brains in handcuff The robin hood, seasonal santa And y'all give him nothin to begin with Dilapidated buildings The drug epidemics Historical stories Pain, love and glory Mike Tyson Never see another like him ? voice over: Speed Nas: strength ? : skill Nas: Power ? : Accuracy Nas: Legacy ? : Victorious Nas: Legendary Verse 2: True legend His hands was two weapons Understand this minds a true blessing Designer jewels and diamond A modern day Jack Johnson Flying private jets and fully protect'in Automized with ladies Godiva complexions Lots of sex'in Hung with a lot of stars Learned a lot of lessons Between dead homies and best friends And getting domed out in stretch Benz Educated from the hood and pestilence The dead presidents don't see your pockets You just gett'in You got a full court press for them Benjamins, I've seen money be the death of men It's a warriors world Only the strong survive Who's next to try Who's next to be the next T-Y-S-O-N He gave us hope May the best man win Outro chorus: Iron Mike is in the house Nas: Strength Iron Mike is in the house Nas: Power Iron Mike is in the house Nas: Legacy Iron Mike is in the house Nas: Legendary (repeat) DJ Green Lantern: This is an invasion man Best of both offices, what's good Team Invasion, let's go man, let's get money!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Desert StormYo this Nas niggas whuttup? QB Album coming, niggas ill Will, Bravehearts My nigga DJ Clue - put this shit on these niggas Desert Storm baby 2000! A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki, get out the game Cause entertainment money now is off the chain I put blunts in niggas caskets, lost in the game I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game But I'm never gon' die, I never heard of death Energy could never be destroyed, only the flesh So when you niggas try to murder me with bullets to my head This is why you can't kill me niggas I'm already dead, BRING IT! I'm busting, bodies fall in the cemetery Black blood raining on the street All you niggas, buried y'all! Niggas just came home, fresh out the state greens Five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens It's pitiful - what a bid could do, especially federal Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan But thought I was dreaming I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons I cried with every bit of strength of my small body This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade You on top - WHAT? Copying fuck, I said it first, you repeated Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated Y'all niggas all hail, the King is dead He running like a bitch with his tail between his legs Still-matic, still eye 4 an eye, wannabe God You're just the next rapper to die, fucking with NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Top Down[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Swizzy! Wherever you are (Shine) Whoever you are (Shine) Wherever you are (Shine) Whoever you are (Shine) Wherever you are (Shine) Whoever you are (Shine) Hey, Hey, I told ya [Hook] Ridin’ with my top down, and my jewelry on Hey, I’m just getting my hood on I’m just, I’m just, doing my thing I’m just, I’m just, (pimp) doing my thing Hey (yup) hey (yup) hey (yup) hey I said I’m ridin with my top down, and my jewelry on Hey, I’m just getting my hood on [Verse 1: Nas] It’s the late night greasy spoon patron Poolhall making Big bets, midsection got the 8 in Dior Christian pimpin’ Got that penal system diction Riffing, you don’t want it you snitchin’ Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR Try to kill me I’m the leader, that’s coup d’etat Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black Bitches want my chipped tooth back Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked Squeeze the fifth with a grip as I dip From the paparazzi Still playing numbers (you can’t stop me) Still wearing bundles, and spark weed If I ever say “Queens get ‘em”, you know they got me Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef So lead by example, or get trampled Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the end Congratulations in order ’cause we did it again [Hook] [Verse 2: Nas] The chain’s offensive Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage The two Tec Don in Yukon’s and Benzes Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants The Apprentice but not Trump I’m the nigga with Glocks and pumps That you don’t see much Sucker free from chumps Homes with cobblestones in front of ‘em He’s got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son Don’t make me have you running from a hundred guns Don’t make me grab your only son I’m coming from A place Tanqueray and weed’s the only escape From phonies who hate When you rolling with papes That’s why the God party with juicy models They mob me, Denali, Charlie Luciano – hardly Have to tell y’all, I kill y’all For spitting songs that involve me nigga Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] I got the armour tucked with the no drama luck Tatted up, everywhere, my neck, arms and stuff Like I roll my body around on wet comic books The Dalai Lama prodded up, lighting chronic up Ugh, of course I’m at it again When I do it you know N, I throw caution to the wind I talk about the life I’m in But I swear to God I may never write again But if I hit em hard, they say the World must kneel Baddest girls gon lick my Tim’ boot heel Sayin’ Nas running out of time This is my last chance Gotta shoots to kill, this is my last dance I say hell nah, don dadda Goons act fly, fly swat ya Rapping ducks, modern day dracula’s What you coming out your caskets for This game been dead but guess who came back for more [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nature Shines[Verse 1] Queensbridge, 41st side Yo yo yo I gots no birth records, no next of kin Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends Know the weather checkin 1010 WINS AM First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose cuz you gon' lose I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas Keep showin y'all what difficult is Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions I repeat this is not a question If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em Keep the Glock by the intestines, .38 waist Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell [Hook] Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this) There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me) I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew) We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong) We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles) Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that) We want it dead and want it now (We want it now) [Verse 2] Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english, even rap for science Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her Rappin got me two proper nuts It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates Creamed out, dope stashin For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption [Hook] [Verse 3] Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours I watch the game like it's Saint John's It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure Once I quit, niggas wanted more Cop my shit once it come in store The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse [HookEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life’s a Bitch (Arsenal Mix)[Verse 1: AZ] Visualizing the realism of life in actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 percenters But somethin' musta got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some rest in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition Keeping this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leaving thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough, so Until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers, will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high Cause life's a bitch and then you die [Hook: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die That's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die That's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go [Bridge 1: Nas] Times is Illmatic Times is Illmatic Times is Illmatic (Destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it) [Bridge 2: ?] You gotta get the ground beneath your feet partner Get the wind behind your back Ride the blades of Glory if you got to Otherwise you ain't shit You might as well be (?) your damn self [Verse 2: Nas] I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessing The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain When I was young, at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin foreigners, take their wallets, their jewels, and rip their green cards Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and Got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now I think about cash in abundance Niggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds I switched my motto; instead of saying "fuck tomorrow" That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Times is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric I Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage [Hook: AZ] [Bridge 1: Nas] [Outro: Arsenal] Yea, you know the flavor, Nas and AZ on the remix joint This is another explosion from the Arsenal Yes, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nas’ Angels... The FlyestWord word word word [Nas] I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces Check out my jewelry piled in your faces Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to masochist Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world, I laugh as if Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you Fallen angel after them halos Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like Entenmann's and Breyers The flyest [Hook] You got to be the flyest I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them Jeans, but you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps Cause you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair Cause you can work it like that You got to be the flyest You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but You work it like that [Nas] Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow Your CD needs me, keep it kickin' like Del Greco Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe Spandex for money, I stay on the tight G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight Elbow out the left window, K's on the right Canary out her ears, you know she playing them right Hilton style, Billionaire Boys club Braveheart, y'all don't want no war with us Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust When I hit them full thrust, full throttle [Hook] [Nas] Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life To move an eight, every night was my passion Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin' It's at my mind, just a mystery school Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools Mami hit me with some moves I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants I been okay with these warmers Girls harass me and gas me and say that I'm enormous [Hook] Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah (x2) You got to be Nas's Angel You can be Charlie's Angel You can be Nas's AngelEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ghetto (Remix)[Intro: Sample] Forget the terrorist alerts, we need some ghetto alerts Information we could use, you know: “Ray-Ray’s on parole, stay off the streets” Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! [Chorus] (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “So you know I seen it all before” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “So you know I seen it all before” [Verse 1: Nas] It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose There's only one Nas, 'bout a hundred thousand yous You lose money chasing women Never lose women chasing money Niggas is broke plus the wolves is hungry Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money Morgues full of niggas who the last shit they ate in they stomach Spinach and steak, GORE-TEX boot print still on his face It’s still on his face when we visit his wake Whatever's undone, I'd do it Fight against a whole army, one gun I'll use it Some Sun Tzu shit (Green Lantern) Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments I stay in deceitful conversations With creeps with foul natures Attempted murders trials, the basics Threatening the witnesses And relatives of dead victims, it’s the shit we live (Ghetto!) Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony Bullets even hit a cracker in his Abercrombie Psychoanalyst was asking me what happened to me? See the 'gnac got to me, then the gat got to me Then, the homies on the block with the stacks of money Then, these beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me Then, lames put the rap game in a casket slowly Man, I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me [Chorus:] (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “So you know I seen it all before” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “So you know I seen it all before” [Interlude: DJ Green Lantern & Joell Ortiz] Yo, Joell Ortiz, man, go in! (Yaowa!) Yo, Green, let’s take ‘em on a ride through the ghetto! [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Planet Earth (Yaowa), the land of the worst, handle ya turf Cannons’ll burst and break the wrists of amateur jerks (Huh!) Damn, it’ll hurt to know your man in that hearse I seen it ten times (For real) They get a small article, never the headlines (Damn) Candles in the lobby next to empty ‘gnac bottles Niggas drunk, talking shit Like, “When they see this Mac nozzle,” but (What?) Nothing ever happens Even if it do, nothing ever happens (Nah!) We don’t talk and that ain’t gutter if you yapping In the ghetto (Woo!), you could ask a nigga mother what happened and get a echo Where I’m from, it’s so bad (Bad) Bunch of ignorant motherfuckers with no dads Or he there but he don’t care 'Cause he nursing his dope hab’ (For real) And when him and they moms argue, he always throw jabs So they grip a chrome mag And walk around like “Who want a toe-tag?” (What up?) Fiending to leave a head see-through like a coat bag If your life slightly something like the one that Joe had Then you... (Ghetto!) Group of Ps, scoop cheese, duck Ds, and squeeze (C’mon) Breeze in old hoopties bumping new Ortiz (Ah!) And the hoochies please Gs by getting on they knees Giving the body part what Scarecrow needs (Haha!) I’m living my life, the shit that I write is from my heart, my word So go in your pocket, grab a Sharpie, homie, mark my words If anybody interfere with me and these bucks I ain’t only ending careers, dog, I’m beating you up I’m still ghetto! [Chorus:] (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “So you know I seen it all before” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking” (Ghetto!) “The same shit is going on” “So you know I seen it all before”EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Affirmative Action (Remix)[Verse 1: Foxy Brown] Check it, uhh Protect this, nigga, for the necklace, I throw the death wish The pretty slim sex shit to rep this Remember Fox said this, we on some next shit We are blessed this, the scars on our back mean we meant this To lie for 'em, the 25-sentence to keep my eyes on 'em I'm straight, knowin' Allah'll shine on 'em Shitty drugs and drama, opposite 3 pretty thugs and a don mama Fill in the rest, the steel in they chest When Boogs threw the kiss of death, it was over and we laid out Chill, I was open off the way he ate out It was real, for real, I was fuckin' with mills and he was frag-ile You wildin', the Brown Stallion stay stylin' On the low foulin', the whole Firm wildin' We lucked it, I know the trick bitch he fuck with On some duct shit, heard through the grape that she suck dick Firm, Sos and Esco, mad loco, Fox and 'Mega for whatever And through this cheddar, we gon' stay family 'til we fry, though The fam will never split even if one of us got old Along with our Kikos, we gon' blaze 'til the brick goes Peep the Na-Na, sweet taboo, 'The Firm' tattooed on the ta-ta Now, tell me what crew will hold it down like we do, Da-Da? [Verse 2: AZ] 'Til the death of this, murderous moves pursue effortless Iced necklace, high-priced dressed executives Peep the grammar, slim built, strong stamina .44 nickel-plate long with the silencer Play for keeps, any shut-eye, you stay sleep Shit remain deep, get shells thrown at ya Range Jeep Giuliani sweep got all the kings goin' up creek Devil life biz, now, who left controllin' the streets? No intelligence, strictly slow niggas minds are negligent It's evident, Feds vest-up, raid ya residence We're all for livin', heavyweight Firm division Mind detect mind, eatin' swine's against my religion You know the steez, take aim; cock and squeeze It's the prophecies, not the philosophies of Socrates Next up? (Yo, I believe that's me) Aiyo 'Mega, represent for the family [Verse 3: Cormega] Aiyo, the Feds got me in the Top 10 'Cause when my door got knocked in, my .44 made cops spin My sinister mind shines like a Dillinger 'Mega exhausted, baby-faced crime emperor Yo, life is based on cultures and creeds And peep the way drugs feed a thug nigga's seeds I've seen niggas lined up, handcuffed and tied-up Coke prices rise when drug supplies dry-up The Millennium drives up, rims semi blind ya eyes temporarily Mind of 'Mega be heavily armed for felonies Shine you could never see, the next phat cat out of NYC It Was Written like ghetto life hieroglyphics Livin' since my real niggas bailed me out of prison A lot of schemes 'cause the narcotics team in Queens Have more dollars than the knowledge of fiends My dream is the legacy of Montana treasury Fake thugs couldn't even take slugs or bury me [Verse 4: Nas] To all thoroughbreds takin' the corners, y'all need to join us Firm — most powerful nation of rap performers High-class generals, confidants, payin' lawyers Swift as Oscar De La Hoya, Green Beret warriors Fakes, I peep 'em like the J. Kennedy tape In the nude with Jude, bustin' all in her face In other words, yo, you see-through My man built the Sugar Hill from a sweet tooth We all eat 'cause I speak truth Uneducated black youth, street diploma Teach Greeks and Romans but the legacy was stolen It's a Firm thing, generally gleam I wrote the theme on how to sell a million While you crabs is mad at ya promotion team I roll with the nicest, Fox, black Isis pushin' Benz without a license Gear tight as vice-grips Nas got 19 wifies, 7 sheisty, 9 of 'em Pisces 3 white meats under Tai Chi Wildin', big links is heavy like bricks That you throw on a pit-bull neck while feedin' him raw steak It's core take, more cake, I take the crown Off the so-called king of the town and lock it down [Outro: Jungle] Yeah, dun, that's it, dun, y'all niggas rip that shit, yo, word is bond That's that real shit for all y'all fake motherfuckers out there, yo That's how we do it from Queensbridge, nigga The Firm, what! This is Jungle, yo, big Jungle, boy, what!? Y'all niggas don't want it Yo, Style, if these niggas don't know right now, yo Fuck all them niggas thenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Ain’t Hard To Tell (Remix)[Intro] It ain't hard to tell [Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin' ‘Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell [Chorus] It ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell [Chorus] It ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell [Verse 3] This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep; well, let me try again Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot Vocals will squeeze Glocks MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell [Chorus] It ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Never Knows[Verse 1: Nas] In my darkest days lighting up the rightous smoke Cause I'm dealing with this thug life crisis and can't cope Niggas on my dick beef don't stop Niggas asking what happened to the Firm Did you and AZ bone Fox? No How was it working with Dre though? Heard you was fucking Lil Kim and Mary J, Whoa , the list goes on There is rumors that Brandy broke my heart The world want to know what's in the life of the prettiest Don Nas, was Jay fucking with your baby mom's? Was she involved with a plot, to deceive my perfect degrees of Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life Never been married eloped with dope; Music's my wife It's true, me and 2Pac once stepped to each other Confronted our like's and dislike's in front of Suge Knight, we left it as brothers As a child pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal voice chipped tooth bastard What your hearing is a replica I never had a clue, that all you dudes should be in dresses Double edges playing both sides of the fences [Hook: Lake & Nas] Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug? One never knows do one The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from One never knows do one The stuff that I've done what I've become One never knows do one Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what? One never knows... [Verse 2: Lake] The streets say what up wit Lake, not showin his face And did he really shoot at the Jake's? When he just came home, and dude shot at Capone, for his necklace Why was Lake name mentioned? Was he reppin on the island taking phone time? Did he get Prodigy his chain back in "99"? Who's writing his rhymes? He is Do he be with kingpins like Delson and Jesus, what was he thinking? On Revolutionary Warfare when he said, He's a modern day Hitler Did he shoot more niggas, Than every dude in QueensBridge? Why his last case made the daily news in June? Do he have the strength to unify heads from BX to Harlem? Who did he stomp and walk naked in his Projects? Did he get shot in his chest, never fall with no vest on shoot duke and walk off [Hook: Lake & Nas] Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug? One never knows do one The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from One never knows do one The stuff that I've done what I've become One never knows do one Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what? One never knows... [Verse 3: Nas & Lake] Ayo, these niggas don't understand me There's going to be a murder, my reason: insanity The acts in the involvement with a homicide, Nas Who did you shoot at the time when you could've got robbed? Do you call yourself a prophet of God? Did your hood set fire to your car in your projects in '95'? Did Jungle shoot up the club lately? Did Jungle kidnap Philly's Most Wanted, then they drove him to his safety? Yo, what happened to Puffy and Steve Stoute? Why did they scuffle with champagne bottles smashing, what was it about? My video nailed to the cross Now Stoute started hating me, hanging with my enemies They ask everyday on my block How did I survive in [?] by keeping it gangsta, why Nas Did you leave a clothes company after you made it millions? Cause Esco's weak, I start a new line a ILL one [Hook: Lake & Nas] Where my soul going to go when my ditch is dug? One never knows do one The things that I've seen in the streets I'm from One never knows do one The stuff that I've done what I've become One never knows do one Am I crazy what they make me out to be or what? One never knows...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Already Know[Verse 1] Man, Prince was a pimp, Apollonia, Vanity Sheila E. had me on the edge of insanity Swore if I made it in music I'd be similar Here I am, this is the future, I'm where the woman are Rocking with Tim and Bob, y'all need me, shine a spotlight up In the sky like Batman, I pops right up This is Nas, hate if you must hate Been hot since the days of cassette tapes T-shirts over the thermals dripped in our memories Sipping that Hennessy .4-5th in my denim jeans She told me she was my eyelashes When we hump, I grunt just like a bull mastiff They call me the best who ever did it Only in the club one minute guess who I slip with A chocolate dyke ghetto thing sweet We going to pop tonight, bon appetit [Chorus] Do you know who I am? And she says La lalala I already know What we can't hold hands? And she says La lalala I already know You got to leave by three? You with me? La lalala I already know So until next week? You know, ma La lalala I already know [Verse 2] You know, mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the nastiest sexiest thug of them all? I seen her in the mall, she was wearing home Degarsole keyoke mose cherry cologne She was looking very alone 'Til this big weightlifting Mr. Universe clone starts grabbing her own But she can't stop looking I'm in the zone One look at the kid she taking of her stone Cash crazy, ass crazy, hair long And baby amaze me because I'm in rare form She like an ice cold bowl of post honeycomb Followed me in the shop while I cop Nina Simone Tap me on the shoulder I told her I'm on the phone I played it off well nobody was on the cell Shit, she said the tone? She said, "Excuse me mister so and so should I leave you alone?" I said [Chorus] Do you know who I am? And she says La lalala I already know What we can't hold hands? And she says La lalala I already know You got to leave by three? You with me? La lalala I already know So until next week? You know, ma La lalala I already know [Break] Tick-tock, tick-tock time is passing Hello? Turn the television off, focus here [Verse 3] You know, lover not a fighter I'm the vagina liner re-constructor, bed sheet ruffler For you freak girls undercover who loves ya? I'm not a priest don't front for me, but step in my confessional That's the bedroom, tell the truth I'll be impressional Wait before you pass your collection plate Show me you a professional so we straight? She tried to kiss my lips, but no I don't do that Want me to kiss my lips but not with a new jack Few stacks spend my chips, yeah I do that See the problem with you women is, look I got 'em You can hear a mouse piss on cotton You don't wanna miss it then listen, stop stressing the man We out to get as much sex as we can And you roll with the plan, shorty you lie But you gotta leave, 2:45 [Chorus] Do you know who I am? And she says La lalala I already know What we can't hold hands? And she says La lalala I already know You got to leave by three? You with me? La lalala I already know So until next week? You know, ma La lalala I already know Do you know who I am? And she says La lalala I already know What we can't hold hands? And she says La lalala I already know You got to leave by three? You with me? La lalala I already know So until next week? You know, ma La lalala I already knowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Get Down: Episode 1 - Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope For A TreasureI came from the city Yeah, got my name from the city Where? The most dangerous city Let's take a trip back, back into time 1977, it was maximum crime The President neglected us, him and 6 masterminds 6 powerful men put New York through some drastic times The rich and selfish ones, feed off the welfare ones And which borough suffered the worst? Hmm, where I'm from The Bronx We had to rumble with rivals on the rubble While buildings around us would crumble I dreamed right but it seemed like nothin' found me but trouble I see the light, it's right there at the end of the tunnel Had to find my rope, to pull me up Cause I needed some kind of hope, to fill me up 'Til I met one guy, took me under the wing I could have died if this man ain't intervene He was an orphan, my savior, free spirited No man braver, he was honored and gifted His name was Shaolin Fantastic, the lady-killin' romantic Can't forget the day we met, and this story recants it But yo my life began last year, sophomore of high school That summer I saw her, said to myself, "She'll be my wife soon"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Accident Murderers (Remix)[Verse 1: Nas] You cocked back You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man He saw you comin', he ran when you tried to blast that man You missed him by inches, he sprinted Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished You took the life of him The part about it that's crazy, you was aiight with him Tight with him, why was he in the way? Why was he standin' next to the enemy that specific day? His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days They never had no probs Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage These two different personalities had to collide Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died You ask why, cause of a [Hook: Nas] Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose Liars brag, you put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Streets are full of them, read the bulletin Accident murderer You just a accident murderer [Verse 2: Rick Ross] We grew up doin' graffiti Now hollows is gettin' heated Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin' weeded Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars But fuck 'em all, we ballin' 'til they come lock us up Twenty to life, I'm clubbin' blowin' twenty tonight We the Marlboro, Marley Marlin' all through the night Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever that's Insh'Allah Memoirs of a rich nigga Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer You niggas accidental shoppers in back of the limo Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodgin' my clique Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin' chips In a hole, sell your home nigga don't sell your soul This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't [Hook] [Bridge: Nas] Accident murderer, accident murderer You just an accident murderer [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome How they gon' kill that beautiful sista? Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessin' Tell me who you impressin'? Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them Make 'em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playin' wrestlin' Watch 'em grow to a man, I see them now they reppin' But they cold-blooded, homie, wonderin' where the respect went Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas Can't hang with these little niggas, they killin', they reckless Wish I could build with him, but will he change really? Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry Fake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary [Hook] [Verse 4: Ryan Leslie] Born on June 4th - the mind of a Gemini Plight of a societal OutKast - Aquemeni You bought a hammer just to silence the clamour For another real G on the block, after your man got popped When shots rang out, you ran for cover Bought your first gun, spent a couple grand for another four Told your mom you was preparing for war She signed the shape of the cross each time you ran out the door But you ain't never had the mind of a killer You was more of an actor - with the movement of a small time dealer When the feds came they got you for light work Facing a few years, defence attorney told you it might work To cop a plea and turn informant - you could save a few tenants And at the same time reduce your sentence You wore a wire to the home of your old supplier And when they raided, you ain't make it - you was caught in the fire Of an accident murderer [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You’re Da Man (Original Version)[Verse 1] Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas – too real, Nas – true king It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists, only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it coming Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changing on the world since "... Barbeque" Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said If I, ever make a record, I take a cheque And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project bench with crack in my sock, asleep I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna learn the crafts of the streets But look at me now [Chorus: Sugar Man sample] You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man [Verse 2] At church on my hand was a preacher's blood I swallowed dirt from a graveyard in need of love I vomit blunt residue. I want revenue, dreaming And pump lead at you devils trying to make my freedom It drove me crazy, the day I drank my own urine, my own semen With a nine to my brain But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings in Ghana stay So I could get old, my flesh rot away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me? I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar .45 in my waist, staring at my reflection In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion When everything around me got cloudy The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful [Chorus: Sugar Man sample] You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Talk Of New YorkYo [Verse 1:] Yo The trains are New York Veins The cities a cycle People are the blood stream Mean and ice cold Laid back Counter clockwise The dice roll Yank hats Gang flags Plane crash Ground Zero No lost angels Ain't you from my from my man's and them area? It's good to meet you Ya man did 20 years for some FILA sneakers right True Had the 560 benz Light blue Where ed shot himself in the stomach Smoke the dust He let the culture culture bust Back when we took the D train uptown Shante and her whole crew Groovy hair style Yo baby yo baby yo t-shirts Gold teeth smirks At mark 125th Hope the heat work Few numbers I bagged Then caught a cab back To Jamaica Ave by the library Seen the part of shabazz [Hook:] New New York New York York York (all to those who live in Queens know just what I"m talking) New New York New York York York (all to those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talking) New New York New York York York (all to those that live in Harlem know just what I'm talking) New New York New York York York (all to those from South Bronx know just what I'm talking) [Verse 2:] Skate Key Empire USA Rooftop 2 O'clock Skates off break north To the rink Minks Springfield in Newark The 6 borough Jerz Car jack city The GW bridge The Coop City Popo's hot Glocks in your Benzy box Stash And we move fast Dropped off Miss Pretty Shakes her ass to the building Knowing I just killed it Dudes in front of her door blocks her entrance Asking her "who she been with?" She laughs "mind ya business" Tinted windows Pop dutches with box cutters Drop brothers off at comstock to see locked brothers Hick town up in New York State Jakes Hate a black New York face Jumping out the phantom with the Baps Planet of the Apes With the hammers on her waist Gorillas in the tristate of [Hook:] [Verse 3:] It dont matter if I been out of town Cigar lounge Doing rounds of tequila Soon as I touch down In NYC streets The heat is on The Talk Who said what I catch up on The New Teflon Don Who got they death bond Who still stable Where beef got squash at the round table Who still holding it Who hanging with snitches Couple of Zulu's from back in the days who still up in clinton No more hand shakes fake arm swing See if your flinching Need to hold something thats mention in every nigga sentence When I get it you got it D's went up in the project Bail a couple of homies out No doubt Ferrari's in the summer When its the hummer Or the turtle top band satellite Spilling drinks Hitting potholes with savage types Club 17 marque The team flash Next day hit the spas and the steam bath Knock out this business Do some promo Make paper in the grind capital Sign a graph then hit the hood See the folks reminisce on how it was In the most powerful city that i love NEW YORKEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hardest Thing Is to Stay AliveSo many niggas get fucked up in the game See that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game" Cause its not no fuckin game When you hear shells coming at cha Hot Ones from a shotgun I bet nigga runs faster Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster Think about that casket you don't wanna be in that shit Quick to take his signin you taking every bodies package Money over Bitches was a loyal practice So you act as if money was no object Spinin 5 zues trips for your whole projects Epcot center linins for ya bitches, roli's for dogs Now we in the mall slayin by his bitches Everyday I reminiscing how he was living having fun Cause any day could have led to prison Not for a short bid cause if the feds ever caught kid It be like 25 years conspiracy Another 25 for rico snatching up him and his people He had his jeep bullet proof with silencers on the desert eagle Flipping bricks in Gary Indiana He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer Only trusted Two things his trigger and his hammer Used to be a bum till had a six month run Had a law suit three G's the case was won Met with Mexican hoya cop boya Bought barber shop named it after c shaday There where they found his body In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest Sliced apart from the waist down Planned to sell his shop stick hoya for everything he got Take jewels and his 5 Then his shoes where cemented Drop his body in the tide but hoya was wise Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive Chorus (X2) Always wanted things always wanted cash To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive Coke head Saundra she grew in Gruwana Her man was large and Saundra was his baby mama Stayed in drama Fighting with hood rats that he was fucking No job all day she did nothing They son was 7 years old, she really was a wifey First should she would transport blow overnight for a G He paid up front they laid up once She got pregnant she would dead it She had a boy, named her son infinite after his father who did dirt She didn't noses after would follow Capsules and bottles and crack in the back of his baga He let her drive while he drove the burgandy 5 He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys ]From off of burger street, had nat workin the street Lifestyle richest nigga from how he use to be Never thought he'd rock diamonds never took weakness for kindness That's how he gradually grew Did a Favor for a favor now the nigga in with the crew And Now he live major house in dix hills next to Brook Shields With the cook and the maid shit was real Saved his first bill, maid, and his bodega Good Luck playa sign on the paper taped to the window Escaped from a would be kidnap And slept and thought niggas fearless rep until he got wet Would had the world in his hands his girl did a scam The owners rich is boning niggas to get rid of her man Welcome To The Game Baby Chorus (X2) The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive... The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive... The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Memory Lane (Sittin’ In da Park) [Live][Spoken: Nas] Yeah, yeah Brings me back As you come outside on the block The basketball court was crack and you still played ball Shooting on the rusty rim I lived on the fourth floor Wow, remember those days like yesterday Memories man They feed the soul Yeah [Verse 1: Nas] I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies, and prisoners Henessey-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-er My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat I can see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up in trife life, murderous night times And knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap With my peeps that's into drug money market interact No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler I guess that means peace For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to cee-lo With side-bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below Peace God – now the shit is explained I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane, damn It's like that, y'all It's like that, y'all It's like that, y'all, yeah [Chorus: Nas] Now let me take a trip down memory lane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" Now let us take a trip down memory lane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" Now let us take a trip down memory lane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" Now let us take a trip down memory lane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" Lemme explain [Verse 2: Nas] One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces You're telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow And back down po-po when I'm vexed so My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails I'll reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "peace" I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin Yo, fuck, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still Never talkin' to snakes, ‘cause the words of man kill True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane It's like that, y'all It's like that, y'all Memory lane Nothing like the memories boy Lemme take a trip down (memory lane) Uh, comin' outta Queensbridge [Chorus: Nas] Now let me take a trip down memory lane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" Remember lookin' out my window pane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" Now let us take a trip down memory lane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" Now let me take a trip down memory lane "Comin' outta Queensbridge" "Comin' outta Queensbridge"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life’s a Bitch (Remix)[Intro: Nas and AZ] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin? Yea yea Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin? Yea yea Cause we spendin these Jackson's The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go I'm sayin, that's what this is all about right? Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin? Yo then what man, what?? *echoes* [Verse 1: AZ] Visualizin the realism of life in actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it 'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin' to carry on tradition Keepin this effervescent street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leavin thievin', we'll be leavin with some kind of dough So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers'll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real, packin' steel, gettin' high Cause life's a bitch and then you die [Chorus: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye [Verse 2: Nas] I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescence leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from My skull causes pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash And got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggas I used to run with Is rich or doing years in the hundreds I switched my motto -- instead of saying fuck tomorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage [Chorus: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die *Olu Dara plays trumpet until fade*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Theifs Theme[Intro] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggas Little kids scared cops, wit red dots Philosophical gangsta, wit violent priors Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, anybody tryin' on, the blocks I'm supplyin' on Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the P now got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Malts Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Hook] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheep Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Woolrich, Carhartt, gun powder stains Smellin' like trees, sensimille on the brain Skeemin' on ya girls, bambooze or ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin' off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises Cause she bought a jum of soap, from one of my boys and, it's .... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them pile then, we robbin' 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin' And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Hook] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where Are They Now (90's Remix)[Intro: Nas (Redhead Kingpin)] Aiyyo check it out y'all this is Nas, y'all know what I do to the business (Yeah! Uh!!!) I bring back the business (Nas you my dude for this B) Awww man y'all ain't ready (Straight check it) Here they are the remix, let's go [Verse 1: Redhead Kingpin] It's Kingpin plus two I'm on the guestlist fam But if this dude ain't like thirty he don't know who I am Boo boo my name, monetary gain is better than fame But let's face it without the spotlight you thinkin Red is Eddie Kane If I was drugs then I used to be a key Now I'm a couple ounce, on the come up hustle me Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K I got my MPC I'll see you one day [Verse 2: Rob Base] ("Hit it!") I'm still here, still flippin flows Still rippin shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo! It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?) "It Takes Two", remember me? If you don't it's the one that hit you with the WHOO YEAH Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella] Ain't but too much for you to sweller Hard body, fuckin wit a Coke bottle model Auburn, full back and observe While I BLAP BLAP to your nerves, uh! (OH!) I'm that Original, S-P twelve hunnid Anything y'all will do, Spin dunn done it The baguettes, the Prada stilet's On the turntables, call me Gillette [Verse 4: Father MC] Yo! First of all big up to Nas the killer rip spitter The Q.B. hitter called this Far Rock nigga Yeah I'm drippin heavy from my head to my feet From the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate Let you know when I'm out on the dough that shows I'm sellin them My LP's drugs nigga be like runnin listen [Chorus: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) {Awww man can you believe it it's like a holiday man} {It's like Nas bringin a rap holiday man, ha ha ha, yeah} (Where are they now?) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?) {Here they are , two thousand and seven they right here, yeah, they right here} [Verse 5: Monie Love] One baby drop two to the three Is she out for the count UK mic deceased? You never heard again from words not the least I checked first set net worth mic relief Remain calm more vowels spit battles And associate the kid when they hustlin up the cattle I don't care to give when they ride like a saddle Hip Hop crowd well in doubt where are you now? [Verse 6: Mike G. from The Jungle Brothers] It's the Jungle Brothers (housin) with that fiiiiiive thousand Blowin up your project housin, Baby Bam Lee just bouncin Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get LOUD and Chase her blouse and, turn her out Cause I know we rockin party it's all about Aiyyo cool calm collected and my name is Mike G And I'm reppin for Nas and my crew the J Beez! [Verse 7: EST from 3XDope] Eight bars, ten stars, fuck five mics! I'm (The Source) and the boss, show you what it's like To play bad mitten at the top of your position Wit a whole lotta niggas wouldn't play but it's written I'm the first to murk, chea! Representin Philly boy The same kid that spit this wrote ?Baby Gram? Nicholas one son the (Greatest Man) livin True school be like e'ryday thanksgiving [Verse 8: Positive K] Pos. K! Uh, uh, still spits this summer Came up like I hit the number, yeah y'all know me! I'm not a stranger to y'all in the orgies Squeeze ya dick up in ya in the ear as if ya for me I'm more "primetime" than Maury Plus I took ya to the "Bridge" like James Brown and Nas applaud me My rhymes is suppository, it feels shit Top {?} watch Nemo then they watch the stories [Chorus: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) {Yeah did you hear your favorite yet?} {I know some of y'all buggin out, did you hear the dudes y'all used to like? the crazyness?} (Where are they now?) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?) {The Original Spinderella, all that, awww man, I can't believe it yo, don't go nowhere} {I got more!!! I got more!!!} [Verse 9: Krazy Drazy from Das EFX] Miggity [microphone check], "Where Are they Now" Nas remix Feel how real Hip Hop needs this Wish B.I.G, Pun, and Pac could see this Diggity Das-EFX piggity pioneers in this Made his kids just reminded y'all Throwback go back to the nineties y'all Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog We your favorite rappers, rappers, rappin dog [Verse 10: Mr. Do It All from Lords Of The Underground] Yeah I go Nas, Lord Do It All Me and you got something in common through Marley Marl Burst in the bricks, talked to buyin ?leather? Golden aged flows, you sound undiscovered I do this with a passion, spray-paint tag in Hip Hop's alive, and I'm the breathing dragon On the stage whylin, jumpin and laughin It's Lords of the Underground and that's if you're askin! [Verse 11: Chip Fu from The Fu-Schickens] Yo! I strip the booth anytime my lips move And it spews, my screws and they loose, I'm a move and it's proof Now give me two minutes I'm still wicked and still kickin it With skills built and hot {?} you can't step in my shoes YO!! When I'm in the mood, when I'm in the booth and whenever when you I spit phantom in a boost you better just prepare to make room! Nas give me eight bars, eight stars Escobar Yo we rule, and we still ain't got nothin to prove, yo! [Verse 12: Dres from Black Sheep] For the second I'm wreckin I got you double-checkin For me to flash your big chain wheeler, shiny weapon, step in and holla I gotta hit the kids that shit Hip Hop The wack gets spit lot, the man bullshit stop Yo they call lot and I accept the invitation But I not try and snitch upon my ?inclamation? On the real God, I'm good, a brother been in mediation And my mind has been kenotic, kill the pres led a netion, Dres [Outro: Nas] Aiyyo Chi Ali hold ya head up in the peniles This your man Nas, here they are Unbelievable, Hip Hop is Dead Let's see what happens aight!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy High[Talking: Nas] The wild Gremlins Ya'll know the F. right? [Verse 1: Nas] When the winner lose... and the losers win Nobody scores just a few good men But everybody sins A lot of young die Fall in the trap, strung high Try to go legal, but the hood calling you back Flipping the crack, cause I miss it for example Watching base-heads wildin' on my first sample I elevated up, since snakes in my circumference Now I hit my niggas with cakes and say, "Pump This" Thank god for cracks, corners, and marijuana Hoodrats and good gats to carry on ya I got dead friends, misled friends, crackhead friends Wild Gremlins, who "bust led" friends Silent weapons for quiet wars Or loud gats Tussle too long, some shiny moves the crowd back It's powerful, niggas would die over respect And money is secondary to that whole aspect [Hook: Nas] I Love it, when I'm... High I'm at my Best, when I'm... Hiiigh I like my sex, when I'm... Hii-iiigh Cash, Tecs... Flash Tecs, when I ride through ya projects And clap at sets, a nigga... High North, South, East, West, riders get... Hiiigh I take ya'll niggas on a lyrical... Hii-iiigh I twist it up, Listen up to the real shit, feel this, REALNESS! [Nas:] Niggas rushing to the top, not knowing what it takes to be... King Of The Industry, the wise move patiently Ya niggas is hating me, won't be happy till I'm back witcha... Selling crack witcha, half & half on a pack witcha My pen and pad, paint a black picture... Of young goons passing liquor, after-hour store mass of niggas Street corner combos, staggering winos... Tahoes coming through, blasting songs I know Niggas scheme, girls pregnant by sixteen Clique out to get rich... Empty clips for cream Same funeral home, for different stiff bodies Once a month a new family goes there, it don't surprise me Cried 'til the tears, dried up inside me Revenge to the end, laws in NYC Got up by the way I used to be... Apartment 5D... where dope fiends in the hall try your knob when you sleep Surveillance Cameras in my house now, watching you creep Spot you from deep, guns for all possible beef Niggas try to rock you asleep Kidnap your whole fam for a week Asking for ransom, niggas starving, dying to eat [Hook: Nas] I Love it, when I'm... High I'm at my Best, when I'm... Hiiigh Yo... I like my sex, when I'm... Hii-iiigh Cash, Tecs... Flash Tecs, when I ride through ya projects And clap at sets, a nigga... High North, South, East, West, riders get... Hiiigh I take ya'll niggas on a lyrical... Hii-iiigh I twist it up, Listen up to the real shit, feel this, REALNESS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Middle Finger[Intro] "This has once again proof that no routine police stop is actually routine. We saw that last week of course, in Brooklyn with the tragedy over there and then again last night here in Tottawa, another police shooting" Here's what they think about you "I hate little motherfuckers like you. Little niggers like shit! Think your tough, huh? Blow your head off, your little Smith and Wesson couldn't do shit. How you feel now?" [Hook- David Banner] Cops keep firing in my environment Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls Cops keep firing in my environment Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls Cops keep firing in my environment Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls I like to see them fall, guilty for doing wrong Middle finger to the law nigga gripping my balls [Verse 1 - Nas] Now all you hypocrites, witness the injustice Conversations taped illegally, then they cuff us U.S. attorneys, public defenders send us off to hard prison time Whether you innocent or did the crime Say you come from who this cops pursue you hard Run your plates, put guns in your face Put you in the car, for nothing Now your strugglin', tied up, standing in line-ups Call your lawyer, they charged you with murder Why? Cuz these liars said you shot another man on his driveway Guilty, just for being black on a Friday Polygraph test you failing, because you're nervous Charged for murder you didn't commit, then they serve ya Fifteen years, maximum security Slashing, stab wounds, broken bone injuries You were placed there intentionally Either you bang or you miss me, listen to me [Hook] Im grippin' the Nina, visions of 9/11 Visions of three sixes, no sevens This is Bushonomics, George is a modern day Ronald Reagan I pray to god in the midst of Pagans Niggers I'm just saying When do we stop playing? When do we stop pimping and start spraying? 50 shots for every cop that popped Sean Bell his body lay'in But they acquit cuz they know That our generation won't do shit! Nothing, nada But every rapper is a shotta or a Don Dada Or a killer, but you ain't killing nothing And it's peace unless it's another nigga Tryna raise boys to Superman And while I'm at it fuck Arthur J. Cooperman It's never justice for blacks but they send just us to Iraq With poor whites and Latinos I pray to God that you hear this single This is Banner's middle finger y'all [Hook] [Outro] You still want to be nigga too? (*Gunshot sound)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Will (Honeymoon is Over)[Intro] Aiyyo whattup niggas? Fresh off the honeymoon The honeymoon's over Fresh off vaca' (Yeah, yeah) I'm jet-laggin', still jet-laggin' But this just a preview Let's get it on again y'all [Verse] I designed it, rhymed it, flow classic You askin' who am signed with? The real deal's Ill Will, stay scomit Why's drama when other artists pay homage You hatin any rapper I do a song with "What's wrong with Nas helpin' crews get stronger" You selfish, wantin' me to yourself But prophets need help too, y'all see Nas get insulted I ride for the real shit, High as the Lock's get melted Twelve Years, givin' you nuttin' but big moments How can Murda Inc not wanna fuck wit The top hustler - R.O.C. crusha Nas a legend 'fore BIG & Pac left us Bubbled wit Dr. Drizze, you heard it on Makaveli Sayin': "Nas is ring leader", brings Ether, brings heater Your dream teamer scream, "He's the Supreme Teacher" Similar to anybody you know Oh, I created, cremated, bodied that flow Anyone you think is fuckin' wit me Better be vets, better be Ra, better be Kool G, or KRS Better be LL, or Slick or them Neva put me in the Top Ten, bitch! It's disrespect to the life that birthed the verses Or nigga writes who comes first It's the Ice Cube, MC Shan, them type dudes So BET's list was wrong, don't get me wrong I did chill in the throne alone so long This is my My Will [Outro] Yeah, Escobaro Cigars, that's how we doin' it Ayyo Quan, welcome to the game! Shot-out to Ill Will (This is my my will) Bravehearts stand up! Whuttup Scarface? Whuttup Tre Williams? (This is my will) Ill Will '05, what y'all know 'bout that? Queens, Queens I know you miss me I gotchu, I gotchu Queens, New York stand up! Aha, I gotchu baby, let's do it again!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Love (Live)[Intro: Nas] Damn [Verse 1: Nas] What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff I was like, "Yeah," your girl don't care, she a snake too Messin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's Is more trife than ever What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together? If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my dawg when push came to shove (One what?) One love! [Chorus: Nas] One love, one love, one love We should write letters to one another Now they email you from jail, right? Yeah, one love, one love, one love, one love Yeah, one love, one love, one love, one love [Verse 2: Nas] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin' on The crackheads stalkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin' That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurtin' somethin' Word to mother And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your Glock And now they run together — what up, son? Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a But I heard you blew a dude with a...for the phone piece Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab dudes know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it lowkey So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs [Chorus: Nas] One love, one love, one love, one love We keep it 100 One love, one love, one love, one love Yeah, one love, one love, one love, one love Here's the summary, for the whole shit [Verse 3: Nas] Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world, thinkin' "How can we exist through the facts?" Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin' A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or H..., hit with numbers from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rollin' two phillies together: in the Bridge we call 'em He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce." He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black I was chillin' on the corner Where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit Told him don't let niggas fool him ‘Cause when the pistol blows The one that's murdered be the Tough luck when niggas are..., families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up At the crowd, catch him solo Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze Left some jewels, he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love [Chorus: Nas] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love Real shit "Represent" "Represent" [Outro: Nas] Lot of dudes I wrote about on that album have passed on And that's [?] specifically Damn, my man George Marty, Yammie There so many of themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What You Gonna DoIntro: Straight out of QB niggas This is nas, lo With my braveheart niggas Jungle, wiz and horse Fuckin with these Ca$h Money Millionaires So what yall gonna do about that Niggas Hook: We on your block We got rocks You got robbed The man got shot That nigga's dead Come get revenge We getting money We in the benz We drive cars We fuck your hoes We taking charge We gettin dough Yall niggas pussy I cut your face I'm in your hood Every fucking day [Verse One: Wiz] Yeah What up nigga im back Fuck you got the mac Touch you and them niggas you with The bigger your clique the bigger my clip The bigger my gun them niggas im with is horse and jung And of course youll become a corpse if you fucking with me The 44 caliber killer don't tussle with me I been to war couple of times slept in the cold Shed tears seen it all been outside for years What this life mean to yall? Money ice and cars Bustin nuts in broads Never trusting god You better trust him had with you when you hustlin It was him that kept me alive when niggas was bustin He ain't gonna save you so when I AK you and spray you I run in your spot and take all whats yours So you lay on the floor we expanding What you gonna to do about it nigga? Not a damn thing Hook: We on your block We got rocks You got robbed The man got shot That nigga's dead Come get revenge We getting money We ridin in the benz We drive cars We fuck your hoes We taking charge We get the dough Yall niggas pussy We cut your face We in your hood Every fucking day [Verse 2a] What the fuck yall was born brave? I put a slug through your cornbraids Summertime broad day You get your face blown right at the pay phone I got big guns that break bones Beef with me you take home to your family Bullets fly randomly Wet you like hard rain Bravehearts gangbang [Verse 2b: Nas] Yo last night it was on Niggas came pistols drawn Poppin off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone Niggas quick to get it on know the block im living on Queens bridge murders kings live merciless Heartless crazy mercedes the projects young killas OG's enemies targets Blow weed henessee more beef let it be No chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets Rolls royce drop top crusing where the women be Last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory Fresh nikes wife beater knicks jersey white sneakers Heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either Ill fuck the ho with pussy that's mind blowing Do my thug dance in clubs with my nine showing Niggas tell they hoes, "why you fucking with nas? He just gonna nut on your eyes Have you suck all his guys And also he say when you done cussin his by" You ain't thuggin you lie bitch Brave till we die bitch [Verse 2c: Horse] ??? a nigga that would kill something over something small The one you can't ??? with unless you paid in full The one that hold grudges cause gun games for free The only thing you wetting and splittin is ??? Im the one that lift the skirts up on fake ass rappers That be killin for a long time but now it don't happen All them tough guys is wanksters they ??? me in their songs Im a braveheart till death so I got to die strong A big man that's troublesome and follow no rules Run through crews after smoking blunts and sippin on brews Disrespecter pistol whippin hustlers for their cheddar The deebo of the rap game but walk with a beretta My heart is made of stone my eyes is filled with blood Survivors of the street wars yall niggas know whats up From the projects to penthouse yall niggas better look out Before these braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth Hook: We on your blocks We got Glocks You get robbed The man get shot That nigga's dead Come get revenge We getting money We ridin in the benz We drive cars We fuck your hoes We taking charge We gettin dough Yall niggas pussy We cut your face We in your hood Every fucking day Shit talking at end: We in your hood Every fucking day niggas Every day niggas, huh Look around niggas We on top What you gonna do about it nigga? What you got to say about it nigga? That's right That's right Run all over yall niggas What yall gonna do about it? Nothin Bunch of corny ass phony ass niggas Get brave nigga we brave nigga (bravehearts!) Brave to the death baby (bravehearts!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Get Down: Episode 3 - Darkness Is Your CandleNow on July 13th, 1977 The blackout, streets is lookin' like Armageddon Swelterin' heat, suffocate in this Hell within' the 5 boroughs It's like the Sun roastin' the Earth The hood was called turf, my girl was thrown out of her church Out of her home, and by her family, she's disowned She's the love of my life, up to us to go on And everything's burnin', buildings illuminated by the fire And the city was lost, we tryna save it, the cross The Star of David we lost We started prayin' to governor, he a gangster In cahoots with the mayor, the roof startin' to cave in No, it's not a game, all is dark except the flame Now nothin' will be the same Now the whole world's changed Music is soundin' different Radio stations don't pump us up in their mix yet Disco still gettin' that air time for big checks Yo, somethin' gotta give And somethin' gotta die so somethin' new can liveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Get Down: Episode 2 - Seek Those Who Fan Your FlameClick, BOOM!, that's what I heard Things crash Listen up to what my soul conjures up My tear ducts dry, can't cry, I conceal it, I die My index finger and thumb push the pin to the drum You ask where I've been, New York City, BX where I'm from No figment of my imagination, sad situation for my dad Killer came in my pad and started sprayin' Father layin' on the floor, he breathin' no more Shot to death, the reaper came like a thief through the door Shaolin, he helps me, he wealthy in street knowledge He deep in the path of drug dealin' and violence Day in and day out, drama, we couldn't stay out Livin' in my aunt's house, music the only way out Cause we was in the broke down belly Of a hungry beast We stayed true, then we made up a crew Shaolin gave me the name Book, I became a ragin' bull Back when I was first enchanted by Grandmaster Flash You had to be there, imagine him scratchin' wax Up in his habitat in the Bronx, he got it on The birth of a new group has spawnedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Salute Me (The General)[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Nas] Yo man, it's a real game out here man Know what I'm sayin' Nas? Beats back in effect man Swizz Beatz da monsta' (what's poppin'?) Get in line, everybody get in line Listen the fuck up, to what's going down Pay attention, aight? [Hook: Nas] Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin general Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin' general [Nas: Verse 1] When I walk through everything stops, silence Remain quiet, babies don't cry thugs don't buss Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze Noises to a minimun nigga, I pop and I squeeze I represent the pain and struggle Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you Yo you testin with death I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public They got to free some brothas or we kidnap the judges They got to free some sistas or we kidnap the judges They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor Our practicing, gun rages, they R's and .44's Many fought teams and for green this is war This is life and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared Callin up the radio, don't want my records to air Y'all ain't playin fair, to every rapper in the game I'm comin fo y'all blood, make room for the king...Nas [Hook: Nas] Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin' general Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin' general [Nas: Verse 2] I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher Nobody touchin' my crown, nobody dyin' Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it I'm much more smarter, much more strategic Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walkin' caskets They talk a good one but there's never no action And I'm the type to poison ya sista, twist her Through wit' her put the gun in your face and make you hit her Make you quiver -when they silhouette of a Don, Benson Light up a Cu-ban, recite a few psalms Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more 'Cuz hate can frustrate, and confuse Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move - ghetto Green Berets, got freaks got hoes Who be jumpin' out of movin' cars and land at my feet - because [Hook: Nas] Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin' general Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin' general [Outro: Nas] Uh, Nas Know what I'm sayin'? Last year I had to smack niggas up And this year imma have to smack a whole lot of muh'fucka's up again Know why? Cause I'm the motherfuckin' general Ya'll niggas see it, it's all in the streets Ya man know it, ya girl know it Ya moms know it, ya pops know it, the world know it The motherfuckin' general Get high, get ya drink on, relax Why? Cause I'm the motherfuckin' generalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Secret Agent Man"Watch Out"----8X [Nas] There's a man who live the life of danger To everyone he meets stays as stranger With every move he makes, another chance he takes Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow He's secret agent man, amazing man Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan Secret agent man advance his game They give you a number then take away your name Secret agent man, amazing man Check how he walks how he talks how he lays the plan Secret agent man advance his game They give you a number then take away your name Beware of pretty faces that you find A pretty face can hide an evil mind Be careful what you say, or you'll give yourself away Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow Agent man, amazing man Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan Secret agent man advance his game They gave him a number and took away his name He's secret agent man, amazing man Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan Secret agent man advance his game They give you a number then take away your name Yeah, (secret) yeah, (secret) yeah (secret) yeah, (secret) Secret agent man, amazing man Check how he walks, how he talks, how he lays his plan Secret agent man advance his game They give you a number then take away your name Swinging in the Riviera one day Then laying in the Bombay alley the next day Oh no, who let the wrong word slip While kissing them persuasive lips The odds are I won't live to see tomorrow I'm secret agent man, amazing man How I walk and talk and lays my plan Agent man advance the game They give you a number then take your name He's the, agent man, amazing man Check how he walks how he talks how he lays his plan Secret agent man advance his game They give you a number then take away your name "Watch Out" ---6X Uh, secret agent man Uh, uh, more bullet proof than a spook of set by the door More legend than 007, more raw "Watch Out" ---4XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Love (LG Main Mix)[Verse 1] What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should have slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flipping, talking 'bout he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? (One love) [Hook: Q-Tip] x5 One Love [Verse 2] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is going on The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurting something, word to mother, I heard him fronting And he be pumping on your block, your man gave him your Glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever Since I'm on the streets I'mma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wilding on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your ma duke's loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwilding in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it low key So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies, I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but one love [Hook: Q-Tip] [Verse 3] Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad For the weekend hittin L's while I'm sleeping A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home You see the streets had me stressed something terrible Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops He said "Nas, niggas caught me busting off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black trey-deuce" He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and starts talking mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'm ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love [Hook: Q-Tip] [Outro:] Oh, One Love, means keepin' it real For the brothers that's locked down Keep that one love For the brothers out in the East Keep that one love For all the brothers uptown Keep that one love For all the brothers in jail Keep that one love One love means keepin' it real One Love, One Love One love means keepin' it realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Love (One L Main Mix)[Produced by Godfather Don & V.I.C.] [Verse 1] What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid When the cops came, you should've slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done Plus congratulations, you know, you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't ya lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin', talkin' 'bout he acts too rough He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like, yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged, plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry nines And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega? Did you see him, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? One Love [Hook: Sadat X] One L, to the O-V-E Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street One L, to the O-V-E It's all real, watch the feds, son, duck that shield One L, to the O-V-E Representin' kids on lockdown from stress on the street One L, to the O-V-E It's all real, I got to hustle, son, my kid need a meal [Verse 2] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin' That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurtin' somethin', word to mother, I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block, your man gave him your Glock And now they run together, what up, son, whatever Since I'm on the streets, I'mma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill 'cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote, you said they tried you in the showers But maintain, when you come home, the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution, all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your ma duke's loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home he'll play it low key So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for realer I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but One Love [Hook] [Verse 3] Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world Thinkin' how can we exist through the facts Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad For the weekend, hittin L's while I'm sleepin' A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em oo-wops He said "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black trey-deuce" He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these benches Where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard keeps me blasted And starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him 'Cause when the pistol blows The one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed Never bust up at the crowd, catch him solo Make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'mma ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, One Love [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy More Than I Can Say[Hook - Keyshia Cole] I'm trying to put it all in words, but it's More than I can say It would take a whole lifetime to tell you More than I can say Every time I wrote a line it’s still More than I can say This is the realest shit I ever wrote More than I can say [Verse 1 - Nas] Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure The sickness: dreaming of riches Reality was the cure. My doctor Physician was music, I'm sure The prescription was super-model sandwiches And suicide doors. I used to stand in my mirror Fixing up my hat right DMV don't make licenses for the fast life Was taught never drop my head when I'm doing right And though I may be watched by feds with the blue sights I just want the whole world to bop their heads Someone to stop my bread If my pops was here, he'd be like "son, you the one They gotta crown you, a gift from around you Know they don't understand you, but what can they handle? If they was wearing Gucci loafers, they'd be through, over Just stay on point, do what you do Soldier: remember I'm with you when the world get colder.. [Hook - Keyshia Cole] [Verse 2 - Nas] Keep having the same dream About a mic, a gun, a cross, they all In the middle of flames An hourglass of salt dripping down to its last grain Hear a voice that asks what do I claim? I ask what it means. It's sort of a trance As the planet Earth appears in the palm of my hands I could do what I wish with it, and waking up To study my dreambook, see if it links up Looking for some significance, like does the dream Represent this cold world I'm living in? Ask my man, then his laughter begin He had the same dream, but in his, he grabbed the gun Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic The cross, I had it all my life, the same height I'm trying to sneak sleep, so that my mind won't find out Time out: my body won't wind downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Take It In Blood Pt. 2[Intro] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that [Chorus] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (Street rules and jewels'll help teach a hungry crew) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For, you wack MC's! I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For, you wack MC's! I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For, you wack MC's! [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Italiano model, trained like Cus D'Amato Guard ya plan, recline low, black Milano Blessed, God, feelin' Kosher One in the top of the toaster, proper ghost ya My gun is cocked in the holster, dumped quick Chasin' my dick made a bum bitch rich, stylish Heard ya naked in jail flicks Mamacita, Black Widow, Turner be a back seater Satin pillows, a pimpstress in willow Cookin' my blow and head slow, eyes swellin' Disorder the grain, I gotta split my wife melon So I can see the seven seas of my circumference [?], polishin' pistols like a gunsmith Clever, my mama told me, "Take cheddar By slugs and drugs, whatever calculate better" When cake's measured, lock the front door, secure See the gleamin' white crystal when it's pure [Chorus] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (Street rules and jewels'll help teach a hungry crew) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For, you wack MC's! I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For, you wack MC's! [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah Fuck the snake hoes And jealous ass niggas that smash your Benz windows Detectin' fake nigga signals Yo, live niggas get it, too Scarin' rappers like the Fed time Gotti was acquitted to Blood-shot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly Kicks matchin' my shit, my gun on Thinkin' a name for my man's unborn Spillin' Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves Put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints scream religious praise Heat graze the baby, yo, foul shit made a welfare mom crazy Mo' bodies drop by the ratio, paces blow Grizzly thoughts for makin' dough Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash-flow So, now it's on, never wasted a slug Time is money, when it comes to mine, take it in blood [Chorus] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (Street rules and jewels'll help teach a hungry crew) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For, you wack MC's! I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (In a world of the monkey-see, monkey-do) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For, you wack MC's! [Outro] Yeah, yeah, foggy and shit, trees lit up errywhere It's like that there, yanahmean? Executive class material Most official Queens representative on the motherfuckin' jid-oint This is how it's goin' down Sun-up to sun-down, put ya gun downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ether (9th Wonder Remix)[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Intro] Fuck Jay Z! (What's up niggas, ayo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me, dog, you? what?) Fuck Jay Z! (You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga) Fuck Jay Z! [Hook] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you – the king – you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already [Verse 1] Brace yourself for the main event, y'all impatiently waiting It's like an AIDS test – what's the result? Not positive Who's the best? Pac, Nas and B.I.G Ain't no best – East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm, blowed up, no guts left, chest/face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne I got this locked since 9-1 I am the truest; name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music [Hook] [Verse 2] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some well wishers, friendly acting, envy hiding snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo To explode it on a camel and his soldiers I can handle this for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say That you better than B.I.G, dick-sucking lips Why don't you let the late, great veteran live [Interlude] I... will... not... lose God's son across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas [Hook] [Verse 3] Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches, what's sad is I love you Cause you're my brother, you traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissing women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly Well life is harsh; hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was getting chased through your building Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the God Wearing Jaz chains, no Tecs, no cash, no cars No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas Feel these hot rocks fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas Foxy got you hot, cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks Ne-gro please, you no mustache having With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G And Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons, ha [Outro] R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask KissEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The World Is Yours (Live)[Spoken: Nas] So I was talking about this music and uhh To my man earlier, Green Lantern, I said I wrote: "The word best—I'm thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter, my strength. My son, the star will be my resurrection." I didn't know I would have kids at all when I wrote at 20 Some years ago, I had a daughter then I had a son just like I setted that rhyme You put stuff down on that paper, you'd be surprised The atmosphere reads it, the universe reads it And hears it, they can hear our thoughts, this universe Be careful what you're thinking because it doesn't know how to differentiate what you mean with those thoughts It will—it will give it to you though I was blessed, I was lucky with that [Chorus] (It's yours) (it's—it's—it's—it's yours) [Verse 1: Nas] I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin Behold the mic I'm throbbin', my movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Ralph Lauren on my feet makes my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) President Barack Obama, he represents me [Chorus: Nas] The world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose? The world is yours, the world is yours Can you believe it? It's your world, it's yours It's mine—it's Can you believe it? I said the world is yours Believe it, yeah [Bridge: Nas] To my man Ill Will (God bless your life) To my people right here (bless your life) [Verse 2: Nas] I trip, we box up crazy bitches Aimin' guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso There's no days for broke days We sell it, smoke pays, while all the old folks pray Soakin' their sins in trays of holy water Odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did He'll lead a right direction How you livin'? Large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? What you are soldier? I thought I told ya [Chorus: Nas] It's mine, it's mine (the world) The world, the world, up top It's your world It's mine, it's mine—whose world? The world is yours, the world is yours, uh [Interlude: Nas] Break it down Watch what you say Watch what you listen to I've been listening lately and a lot of these days ain't real If I may say so myself Alright, check it [Verse 3: Nas] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow ‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up Remember that Mike Tyson back in the days? Stabbin' women like the Phantom The crew is lampin', Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames Plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today [Chorus: Nas] (It's yours) Oh, it's mine, it's mine—whose world? I said the world is yours, the world is yours Whose world? It's yours Whose world? I said the world is yours, the world is yours [Outro: Nas] To my Queens' crew, the foundation The world is yours To my people in B-more The world is yours, the world is yours To my people in VA The world is yours, the world is yours And the nation capital, you know the world is yours The world is yours Oh, da-da-da da-da-da, yeah Smooth it out like that, da-da-da da-da-da [Spoken: Nas] Thank youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Esco Let’s Go[Intro] Esco let's go Esco let's go, c'mon Esco let's go, let's go, let's go Esco let's go, yeah, c'mon [Verse 1] I used to drive in a circle before I pulled up Now I just go up, they know when I got it tucked Tip the door man, racist neighbors flinching They don't know if I'ma rob 'em or if I'm Russell Simmons They thought it was me, just like Mike Bivins They pray for my downfall like the mom of Robin Givens Watching how you living I just wanted to roll B-L-U-N-T, and watch B-E-T Picture Amerie eating Roxy I'm trying to write hood movies, like Posse and Five Heartbeats I'm all inside a dark room My incense smoke took the form of ghost and it spoke It said, "Nas, you the best on both coasts, you so big You should write the word slave On both sides of ya beards like Prince did So what's this? Fuck St. Nicholas You the only ghetto nigga in the hood giving gifts" [Chorus] WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, c'mon WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, c'mon WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go, let's go, let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, let's go, let's go WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! Esco let's go, yeah WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! WHAT IT IS! [Verse 2] I jump in the shower, it feel like rain Everybody wanna be king but can't handle the pain Used to rap now they all wanna sing Ask Elizabeth Taylor, when did ice turn to bling She said, "Nas, it 'cause y'all rock tiny diamonds in the biggest chains You the first nigga in the game that said fuck fame You the 5th nigga in The Beatles You the 10th nigga in the Wu-Tang, so nigga let yo' nuts hang" But they can't handle it, I'm scandalous, I'm trifling That's why I'm wifing 'em, quick to stick a knife in 'em Catch me thinking, drinking, hurting my health These women keep trying to unloosen my belt Trying to get my wealth I feel like Jesus with doubting Thomas', broken promises I wanna walk the golden streets like where my mama is But if I do what y'all want, I'll get a thousand years [Chorus] WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, c'mon WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, c'mon WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go, let's go, let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, let's go, let's go WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! Esco let's go, yeah WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! WHAT IT IS! [Verse 3] Staring at the face of my watch It's like a crystal ball with the ability to make the issue stall I told my man duck 'cause I know where the missile fall 'Cause the ice is a fortune teller for the rich and small Went to my man crib who dead and saw his picture fall I picked it up his voice whispered, "nigga ball" So I smoke the finest, 85 footer ocean liners I do it for the have nots of mad spots That resemble screensavers on your laptops And niggas can't believe it like seeing that nigga Zab drop I'll be in Cameroon, bandanas on silk Dior Sip cream liqueur, green and blue Fila velour suits Boss move, only thing that I endorse duke Stash houses, gamble, I don't sweat a loss duke All true and living, God, we was here first Parisian linen garb and Kashmir shirts [Chorus] WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, c'mon WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, c'mon WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS! Esco let's go, let's go, let's go (bra tat ta tat tat tata tat bra tat) Esco let's go, let's go, let's go WHAT IT IS! WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! Esco let's go, yeah WHAT IT IS, NIGGA! WHAT IT IS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Open Letter to Young Warriors in Chicago (Sep. 2009)Dear Young Warriors fighting the wrong wars! Killing each other is definitely played out. Being hurt from the lost of a love one was never cool. Dear Young Warriors fighting the wrong war! I know that feeling, that frustration with life and needing to take it out on someone, any one. But.... We chose the dumbest things to go the hardest for. I remember seeing deaths over 8 ball jackets, Fila sneakers, and name plate chains. Deaths over "he say, she say"!!!!! "I'm from this block or I'm from that block", or "my moms n pops is f*cked up now the whole world gotta pay"!!! I remember feeling like I was the hardest "n*gga" breathing. And I couldn't wait to prove it. But let's think. What are we really proving?? And proving what to who?? Everybody knows Chicago breeds the strongest of the strong but I just feel, me, being ya brother from another state feels your pain as if I grew up with you in ya very own household. You have the ability and mindpower to change they way we are looked at. Look who's watching us young warriors, look who's throwing us in jail constantly, look at the ignorance in the world. Look at the racist dogs who love to see us down. Loving to bury us in the ground or in jail where we continue this worthless war on one another. Young warriors.... We are WASTING more and more time. We gotta get on our jobs and take over the world. Cuz this movie left the theaters years ago, Juice, Menace, Boyz n the Hood , Blood n Blood Out, Belly! When we see each other why do we see hatred? Why were we born in a storm, born soldiers, WARRIORS....and instead of building each other up we are at war with each other.. May the soul of this young person find peace with the almighty. I'm with you young warriors. You're me and I'm you. But trust me! you are fighting the wrong war. -NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life’s a Bitch (10th Anniversary Remix)[Intro] (AZ) Ayo what's up what's up let's keep it real son Count this money, you know what I'm sayin' (Nas) Yeah yeah (AZ) Ayo put the Grants over there in the safe you know what I'm sayin' Cause we spendin' these Jacksons The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go (Nas) I'm sayin' that's what this is all about right Clothes, bankrolls and hoes you know what I'm sayin' Yo then what man, what [Verse 1: AZ] Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 percenters But something must have got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some resting in peace and some are sitting in San Quentin Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition Keeping this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leaving thieving, we'll be leaving with some kind of dough, so Until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers, will be somewhere else stackin' plenty papers Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high Cause life's a bitch and then you die [Hook: AZ] Life's a bitch and then you die That's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die That's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go [Verse 2: Nas] I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessing The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from My skull cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain When I was young, at this I used to do my thing hard Robbing foreigners, take their wallets, their jewels, and rip their green cards Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and Got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance Niggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds I switched my motto; instead of saying "fuck tomorrow" That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If I Ruled The World ’09[Intro: Marsha Amborious (Nas)] Oooh oooh, oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! The struggles of life! (Life!) Oooh, oooh, oooh, da da da da da da! (Everything I ever wanted) Oh, oh (Yeah Yeah!) Do do do do do do! (Yeah! My life, so real) [Verse 1: Nas] Before I use to dream I could rule the world Now it's thorough I survived the perils in my fly apparel Seven forty five appeal, no candy paint no chrome wheels I Close deals tried to see my face on my own bills The president here, he's honest and fair Prayed for the days, when the kins of slaves is honered and shared January 20th I was there I'm aware the part I played to get young voters to care Recession is a blessin in disguise For a new economy to rise somethin old has to die I'm still sippin' Rose' PJ's it be's like that I brung the eighty seven Fila's back Save collect, B.I.G.'S dream came correct Tryin' to push seven hundreds, they made them yes I used to think United College Fund was for bums (Nah) The ghetto advocate for education look what I become [Hook: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}] Before I use to dream I ruled the world {I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it} So here I am, to rule the world, world But now you used to dream you ruled the world (Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!) {I use to dream} (Ruled the world) So here we are, are, are, are (Yeah! Here we are!) [Verse 2: Nas] I don't say I'm maintainin', that's a lame's language (word) Poor English, from a wise man I learned patience Me not distinguished, is like a fiendless Queensbridge I don't say I'm grindin', cause everything I do is redefining Cause when you know the streets to the science Apply it very moderate, 'til your business'll watch you profit Rap game, NBA to NFL, the kids'll yell, "Will I win? " The fella ends up in the cell - nonsense Cause they can grow to be part of the Congress Be responsive, to these inner-city problems Behind a tent with a chauffeur, I rep for the culture Rep for the thugs and STILL see eye to eye with Oprah I was a dreamer a wisher would hope for A better life for these kids while I sip on a Mosa I plan yo, you should watch the black and white's hand, yo Who's the best? Next to me, they couldn't light a candle Yep! [Hook: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}] Before I use to dream I ruled the world {I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it} So here I am, to rule the world, world But now you used to dream you ruled the world (Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!) {I use to dream} (I Ruled the world) So here we are, are, are, are (Arrrrreeeeeeee!) [Bridge: Marsha Ambrosious (Nas)] You can be who you wanna, say what you wanna (Marsha!) Tryna make it better, our sons and our daughters (Yeah!) Use your mind - make a change Yes, we can - see a brighter day Gon' be struggle, gon' be pain But no excuses to be made This is the time that we've been waiting foooooooooor! [Verse 3: Nas] I done seen it all, I got it on with the weak and strong There's no relief, it's like the beef keeps keepin on I can't count the amount I drew heaters on Cause we was warrin in the Ps', it was Vietnam Now I got you in arenas, watchin me perform The songs rappin 'bout them same beefs and the street I'm from Thankful, for the art form I'm eatin from I never see no losses, I only see we won - yeah [Hook: Marsha Ambrosious {Nas}] Before I use to dream I ruled the world {I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it} So here I am, to rule the world, world But now you used to dream you ruled the world (Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!) {I use to dream} (I Ruled the world) So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!) Before I use to dream I ruled the world {I use to have to imagine, now I can actually have it} So here I am, to rule the world, world But now you used to dream you ruled the world (Now, you, use, to, dream, you, ruled, the, world!) {I use to dream} (Oh we come so far!) So here we are, are, are, are (Here we are this day!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Scientist[Intro] The scientist is a man who was learned how to think At least about scientific matters That's why he can do so many amazing things But a scientist isn't supposed to believe anything much Unless its supported by evidence... [Verse 1: Nas] Lame foot soldiers get croaked in my vicinity The ode for all murder, criminal activity Diamond encrusted bracelets, escape death Cars and yachts, I flaunt things that say success So 'til the warden turns my electric chair on Inside the LeBaron trunk, got Pakistan her-on Nasir Jones, not a Capo, the Picasso, word painter Black Sinatra, rap King Cole, gangsta Point blank body armor I'm violence, you're the Dalai Lama, you just holla drama [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Hovito Brigante, my own people that got me That's what I get for snoozing, moving too sloppy Well I'm back brilliant, my brains is back in the building The light's back on in the fridge, you dig? Brand new and improved, stage two of my groove Same...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Dreams (Bonus Verse)[Intro] Uh, what, what (Uh, what) [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's) A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key) Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? (Disagree) Everybody's lookin' for somethin' [Verse 1] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M The first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half million Without the FBI (Uh) catchin' feelin's? (What) [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's) A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key) Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? (Disagree) Everybody's lookin' for somethin' [Verse 2] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet Two sips from bein' alcoholic Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich But now, I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top B-M Word is bond, son (Uh, what) I had that bitch down on my shit like this (Uh, what, word) [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's) A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key) Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? (Disagree) Everybody's lookin' for somethin' [Verse 3] Ill designer fleece, studded marquise A letter L on my car keys Thuggin' hard on Cavarse 'Posters be Francesco and all these bets Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision redrum Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian Grand openings of barber shops and stock My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto Livin' like a pablo Papi like a poncho Until the state patrollers pulled us over Found the guns and the good Had a nigga like, "Nas had to run through the woods" I'm sneakin' out the next mornin' Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin' Took my diamonds in for the pawnin' Now I'm back on it, climbin' Movin' consignment through rain, sleet, whatever climate So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this? Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's) A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (Reachin' a key) Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these (Made of these) Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? (Disagree) Everybody's lookin' for somethin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pray[Nas] "What we need to be thinkin' about is the future! We don't know what's in store tomorrow! All we can do is just guess! We want the best for tomorrow; For our family, for our children, for our future But if we don't get up andact like we want it We gotta pray to somebody! We ain't to tough to pray! You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray! Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where would y'all be today? Where would y'all momma be today? How would you be here? Somebody prayin' for you, nigga!" [Horse] I never thought bein' a man you could hang in the end Facin' life with no parol and consecut' sentencin' Got people witnessin', your co-defendent snitchin' Your back against the wall, your left eye is twitchin' Loyal ladies usual, a D-and A's the mutual Scared to face the light of a courtroom site Racist cops on each side cause the know I just might Make a break for the door but I give it my all If I die in this struggle, give my momma a call Cause she always left these jewels: what goes up must fall Since I fell dead broke, landed in jail Refused to face the facts, how wifey skipped to town with the bail I'm on my own now, V8, far away from home now Palmer wealth state, the law changes each date Secret inditements got me knocked, there ain't no price I can pay To get me the fuck up out this shit, so to Allah I pray For forgiveness - Yes, I sinned and I need to be held And jail ain't no place a black man wanna be killed Amen I only pray when shit is fucked up! I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck! I only pray when I'm in mothafuckin' handcuffs! Callin' out for someone, somewhere! Is there anybody out there? [Wiz] I look up at the sky, why do young niggas die? Felt the stray hit me, somebody stay with me Fallin' to the ground with the sound of a four-pound near me Bitches screamin', wish I was dreamin' I fought a thousand gun fights, near one bullet skipped me On the morning run to get my little sisters Rice Krispies Played the numbers knowin' that I got my lucky dice wit' me See some niggas I know I can roll - Uh, uh! Get them bitches, left all of them broke, left what they smoke Hoes yellin', 'Watch ya back!' But before I could turn around, before I could I react Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Would you look at me now? Is this blood that I feel as I fell to the ground? Feel like a head shot but maybe just grazed my temple Niggas diggin' in my pockets, sayin' I just rolled a pimple Yo, my mouth was movin' but it was nothin' I was sayin' Only if they knew deep inside my mind, I was prayin' Amen I only pray when shit is fucked up! I only pray when my life is lookin' bad luck! I only pray when I need his help the most, what?! Callin' out to someone, somewhere! Yo, is anybody out there? [Jungle] Ain't nothin' stoppin' me - Untouchable - Hoes, I fucked a few Style like The Greatest, Ali - Check what the knuckle do Rock bubblegoose to mink, big links Yellow ice, live the ghetto life, 'fuck y'all think? Bravehearted; fuck around, get graveyarded Dearly departed - The word on the street, I'm a target I ain't runnin', I ain't hidin', I'm ridin' I be gunnin', y'all be duckin' and divin' When I come through buckin' this four-fivin' Revenge you sayin' you gettin' But shit is gettin' too wild, this lifestyle of sprayin' weapons So I check out the preacher - Life is off the meter Thoughts of homicide, tryin' to dodge the reaper Confessions in a church cause it hurts, behind a curtain Nigga talkin' to me, but I ain't certain Voice sound familiar so I pulled the shade back It was this stupid nigga that I popped way back He set me up, he just got to the preist I tried to reach but he had his heat pointed my way And said, 'Pray' [Nas] "You've got to pray, huh! I mean pray, pray And when you pray, you got to look up to the lord, huh! You got to look up and you got to pray for your children, huh! You got to pray for that man in front of the liquor store, huh! You got to pray for that man on the corner! He know he doin' wrong But somebody gotta pray for him, huh! You know we doin' wrong But we gotta pray for ourselves! You know we are headin' To this new millennium, goddamnit! They say a comet is comin' To this world by the year two-thousand, I say it's God! It's up to you To pray to that higher power higher than yourself and humble yourself And, and, and beg for forgiveness cause it comes back to you! A man told me that while he was in jail, all he did was pray All he did was stay in his jail cell and pray to God..."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Owe Me (feat Ginuwine)[Nas] Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty Shorty, what up, huh? Come on [1 - Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something [Nas] Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks Pay me back when you shake it like that girl [2 - Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe, owe, owe [Nas] Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like its money I spent Pay me back when you shake it again The don, all the time, with all the shine You small time, I ball with mine Links, minks, Bentley, it's all with mine My jams bump out to the borderline UK hot with it, blew spots with it Every continent love when I spit it Corners to blocks, even the cops feel it Brothas on lockdown on their cots feel it It's real in the field the Last Mohican Who survived in the streets and did something decent Now I got plans to buy the whole hood Legit' now, I ain't gotta lie to no judge I make hits now, money I flip now Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now I lit up my neck, pinkie, and wrist now So girls everywhere, this is how we get down [Repeat 1] [3 - Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe, owe, owe [Nas] Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent Owe me back like its money I lent Pay me back when you shake it again [Nas] Play to win, girls in the club moving I get 'em real hot, my songs seduce 'em I flow, I'm so mysterious Nas, and Nasty's the alias Everything platinum I glow Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do' On top out the car, lounge at the bar We spent a thou', we wild, look at how rowdy we are Feel like a million dollars, feel me holler To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas Thugs and renta's, to the playas and ballers Sexy mamas, fly ladies lookin' proper Look good enough to be taken shoppin' Earrings, bracelets, now you rocking Your body's so nice that I give you this option Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2] [Ginuwine] I put the shackles on your feet (You owe me) I think you owe me some (You owe me) The shackles on your feet (You owe Nas) I think you owe me some (You owe Ginuwine) (You owe Timbaland, you owe me) [Nas] Lock you down baby, you know what you owe me Mack like Goldie, it's the same story Let you hold something, you spending it right Know where you gon' be by the end of the night Make it bounce, shake it, move it around Wiggle it a little bit, throw it to the south Fantasizing me inside and you riding Throw it like a stallion, you wearin' my medallion [Ginuwine] Shorty, say what's your price Just to back it up You can hold my ice Now let's say you owe me something (You owe me something, oh yeah) I said shorty, say what's your price (You owe Nas) Just to back it up (You owe Ginuwine) You can hold my ice (You owe Timbaland) Now let's say you owe You owe us something, baby Oh, oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Remember the Times (Intro)[Nas] Alright, are you sure [Kelis] Yeah, I'm sure So wait, you're telling me there's no- You can't think of anybody In your past, in your dirty dark crazy past (Nas laugh) So if I gave you a free pass, you wouldn't wanna do them just one last time [Nas] No [Kelis] Come on [Nas] No [Kelis] I don't believe you, all them- All them bitches? I'm serious, okay I'm saying you have Before we get married you have one free pass I don't need to know about it [Nas] Mhm... [Kelis] But it's one girl, there's one girl that you had in the past that you could say "You know what? Let me hit that one more time" [Nas] Ah, I can't really think of nobody Definitely ain't nobody 'cause I've been there, done that You know, let me go through itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Are You (Who I Am)[Intro: Ron Artest] Yo, Nas what up? Yo, Nas What up? This your boy Artest This is one track I won't rap on, I won't rap on Go! [Verse 1: Nas] Heard you got your master's, did college up Never looked back, now that's what's happening And it's good to see you made it out the hood With a degree, a true man with passion Now you could enter the so-called "White Man's Society" and go right past them Looking in the Wall Street Journal for your face But it's always absent There he go, that's him eating flan and ambrosia Watch on his arm, golden, laughin' Try to get his attention But he's flinching, guess my grimy clothes threw him off, so I mention We were neighbors some time ago He was kinda cold, in this restaurant Full of his kind and more He sighed, tried to look surprised, I know His side of the city where he resides, so I had to go I heard him laugh hard at some sad black jokes Hate so-called "intellectuals" No balls, he suggests we vote He stand all proud, speaking to correct his folks He want to lecture folks 'Cause he professional and he suggest that we don't sell dope And I guess it's true, but who the fuck are you? [Chorus: David Rainer] Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna tell me who I am? Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not? Tryna tell me what I'm not Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am [Verse 2: Nas] I'm Idi Amin, Marcus Garvey, H. Rap Brown I'm Muhammad Ali, I'm Reginald Lewis George Washington Carver, I'm Nas with incredible music Let's do it, thinking of a master plan Sipping on disaster, smoking on gangster Watching niggas argue, chillin' on my barstool With my Hell Up in Harlem hat in hand With a girl named Pat, she more than a waitress To order your drink with She divorced a banker and bought the bar She got an automobile, she gives an order to kill You get caught and robbed We could see your walk is off, you could lose your rhythm When you outta the gutter for a while You easily go to soft from hard Now we all about hustlers, number runners Hoes and sharks and we all know the code of the block And you talking some gibberish, anti-nigga shit 'Cause you marched back with Rosa Parks Brother don't start, go build your Noah's Ark You could float to the end of the world And pretend what you not, but I know what you are While I roll in my car, and I'm spending my knot While my enemies plot, you ain't out of the shot Matter of fact, you're an easier target And I respect everything you accomplished But I hope I never get old and talk that nonsense So who the fuck are you? [Chorus: David Rainer] Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna tell me who I am? Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not? Tryna tell me what I'm not Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am [Outro: Nas] She Queen of Nzinga Winnie Mandela, Ida B. Wells Why can't you tell? Why can't you tell? [Hook: Xin Xin] It is what is is, it ain't what it ain't Am what I am, able to take care all of me alone And put that boy on hold Been a lot of duplicated Makes no difference, love or hate it Must stick to your guns Because you're the only one No one is going to hold you down like the way you do And they ain't gotta lace 'em up, and walk in your shoes Say what you say, it's nothing Got nothing to prove So, so who are you? So, so who are you-u? [Chorus: David Rainer, Xin Xin, Both] Who are you? tryna tell me who I am? Who I Am? Tryna tell me Who I Am? who I am? Who are you? Who are you, tryna tell me what I'm not? Who are you? Who are you? Tryna tell me what I'm not Who are you, tryna tell me who I am? Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am Who are, who are, who are you-u?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wanna Play (Rough?)[Verse One:] Yo, the Lord is my shepard The sword is my weapon Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son Cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun Before they choose an education But once dead their ain't no awakenin' So like once said, life ain't for fakin Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? Fuck waitin' Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan When I aim I ain't missin', master of assasination' I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth Is this the truth? This is what we do, sip a brew Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' [Hook:] Okay, you wanna play rough?! (gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) Okay yo, we could play rough! [Verse 2:] Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me? But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit P-11 Glock spits 17 shot clips Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is Pull the strap from under the seat Back up in the street Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat Empty every shell in their direction Its you, I should've guessed it! Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you Now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome Never thought I'd be in his home With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone Fuckin' with me, you should've known I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone What money can do, get you hit for less than a G For threatenin' me I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free Killin' you niggas with nothin' Left him dead, engine runnin' You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin' Look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac Niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that? Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react Eye for an eye, cause the sweetest part is payback Somebody kncokin', who dat? "a cop man", let him in And give that mothafucka one under the chin Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds! The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead Dont explain, I put the pound on his head Blew 'em! before that I can't remember the last time I said...... Okay, so we gonna play rough! [Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Halftime (Butcher Remix)[Intro] Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Verse 1] Before I blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime [Hook] It's halftime Hey yo, it's halftime It's halftime Check it out [Verse 2] It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps cause I thought nigga wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand? Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man Am I in place with the bass and format Explore rap and tell me "Nas ain't all that" And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime [Hook] It's halftime Check it, it's halftime It's halftime We're like that [Verse 3] I got it going on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey: I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee Putting hits on 5-0 Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 And biters can't come near And yo: "go to hell" to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out Bet you I'm out It's still halftime Little greens switch through You know it's halftime Ninety-two It's halftime Halftime The police, man Come on man get out in here YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We March as Millions"It's much more than a march It will be the beginning of a movement Millions more movement; let us begin" "Tell us what you hear" [Nas] Dear people of the globe I hope that you're in good health By the time my voice hit you I hope it all is well with you My mission is to bail with you Touch upon some real issues Senators, Government Officials Sit at the conference and listen Have a Coke or mineral water and say I'm reminiscing George L. Jackson, Malcolm X last wind when I'm rapping Americans, Africans, Asians, Russians, and Arab men Send your clergymen to journey with Nas from Queens, projects I promise an unforgettable experience Compare me with, Amenhotep get in more debt History was stolen, get in my zone What makes the powers that be, less gangsta then Al Capone? The Rosetta stone was stolen like Chicago was Think I'm a thug?, let's talk about some conquerors Napoleon, Sun Tzu, Genghis Khan Hitler, Edi Amin, Attila the Hun Let's bring back to the cat that invented the gun From the Indians all the way to the Pentagon I'm sitting on Capitol Hill I'm composing this rhyme, guaranteed to make all of y'all feel The beauty that was trapped under siege Believe in yourself you'll be free, take it from me [Voice Samples] "We will not surrender or we will not back down, we keep overacting" ["Throw up a fist for black power" --Nas "Tell us what you hear" "Why do we march? to protest Government policy We march because it's time to fight back We march for education" "Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas "Tell us what you hear" "Why do we march? we march to save the soul of America" [Nas] The rejection of what's right could mean you in denial It either breaks you or makes you becomes hostile I swallow many lies before tasting the truth In the beginning there was darkness, beautiful you How will life be without night?, no tranquility? No way to get away and rest, no stability? I can't see the sky without the moon and the stars The sunlight blocking everything, the king I'm in raw People worship the Madonna in the shrines in Spain's I'm proud to share the same blood type in veins The holy mother -- the loneliest color remains Can't be tampering, diluted the chains They try make you not want it, make you run from it The wickedest men, want the ebony punished It's so seductive, it's sensuous in my clutches Hot as fire when Moses saw burning bushes So abused and misused and mistreated Naked men wanna get drunk and get weed it People wild when she comes out pull out and party Catch her body, fornicate some start beef Chain reaction cause it's in the air The lost tribe scattered everywhere From the North thru West Hemisphere Scientist and Archaeologist conceal the obvious The dead, living and little children over time of this Obsession, caressing, every essence of magnetism Every organism when it come to it All question about Resurrection and your connection with God It's answered with the beast in your heart [Voice Samples] "We will not surrender or we will not back down, we keep overacting" "Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas "Tell us what you hear" "Why do we march? to protest Government policy We march because it's time to fight back We march for education" "Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas "Tell us what you hear" "Why do we march? we march to save the soul of America"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Represent (Live)[Intro: Nas] "Represent to the fullest" Let's represent forever "Represent" We gon represent forever "Represent" I will represent forever "Represent" Yeah, say what? What you say? "Represent" What we do? "Represent" Represent [Verse 1: Nas] Any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of criminals Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners, they better break North Before we get the four pounders and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers Homicide chasing brothers The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and lock us And killer coppers even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock For the fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em And leave 'em done, won't even run about I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure [Chorus: Nas] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Yeah [Verse 2: Nas] Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one ‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of brother who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's [Chorus: Nas] I represent y'all, yeah I represent y'all I represent y'all [Verse 3: Nas] This is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane I used to chill on the corner, on the block Every day's a different...that had us running from cops If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks Nowadays, I need the cash in the hand just like the next man Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love [Chorus: Nas] I represent y'all I represent y'all I represent y'all I represent y'all [Outro: Nas] This one goes This one goes To the Queen rich crew, the 40 side of Vernon The 41st side of Vernon, The Goodfellas My man Cee-Lo from the Don, Lakey the Kid My whole crew, Big Dove [?] yeah baby To my whole crew from the Northside, from the Southside Way out the [?] projects [?] Wood The whole Long Island city, we here baby (we here) And of course to you D.C "Represent" "Represent" "Represent" "Represent" "Represent" Yeah "Represent" Yeah "Represent" Yeah Oh, we represent to Represent to the fullest Represent to the fullestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where Am I GoingUhh, where am I going? Where am I? Where the hell am I? Yo, it's ill... [Verse 1] Yo, my wife's tired of fucking me Life tries ducking me Luckily, I find 'em just at the right time Mac in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm Like Christion, watching my life go Can´t do myself in Wolves in the night yo, hell's men Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin, hop in my Benz Push it to the limit, buck-sixty, who wit' me? My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner conscience Telling me that I ain't shit No matter how much cash I sit wit' Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain To replenish my adolescent brain Blessed be her name, before her birth, I was insane So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is To maintain, bitches playin' games Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang Lost so many close niggas Drunk, almost crashed, I'm going too fast Highway patrol will just flash Lights in my rearview If they stop me, I hope they lock me Instead they speed ahead Yo, nigga, watch me [Hook] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand, trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead 'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself, alone in the zone Drunk by myself [Verse 2] Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves Can't tell these niggas nothing though Bullets wake 'em up well Take 'em to hell Stick up niggas once ran up on me My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me I ain't your mark, homie It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake Spilling my bottle, not even shook of the Jakes Could hardly look both ways Put out the haze, blurry vision Think about the time in my life before I was in television Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision Since we all hood niggas, expect kilos But what they not seeing is police expect RICO Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated Windows up, blastin' A.C., going wherever instinct takes me I hate it when I'm like this The bottle's my accomplice [Hook] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef Yo, I'll ride to the end of the road, if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand, I try to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead 'Cause that's the way I feel I am already When I'm drunk by myself, alone in the zone Drunk by myself [Verse 3] The reason that I want to be alone Tired of all the things that went wrong That would have went right if I would have did it on my own Take another swig The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts Fake friends who hung around, who wanna bring you down Not knowing who to trust, rumors about niggas coming through Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again To keep my mind off that weak shit There's love through it all Things to live for I swerve, almost crash into a wall Think about the good, find myself laughing Turn the cell off, no way to be reached Know I'm near my crib Tryna see my way through the streets Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home Start to feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired... [Hook] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand, trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead 'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself, all alone in the zone Drunk by myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where Are They Now (80's Remix)[Intro: Nas & Bobby Byrd] Get involved! Get involved! Get involved! Get involved! Hold up, hold up, hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop's still dead 1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here I asked where they are, here they are [Verse 1: MC Shan & Nas] Hip Hop when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!) Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core Diamonds are a girl's best friend and delay gladiators Matter fact, you blow more steam than hot radiators Some niggas is ghost written but I ain't hatin' (80's!) 'Cause I still spit fire like the Son of Satan Shan motherfucker and I'm Queensbridge bred Check Myspace (Queens!) Forever will they bare my face [Verse 2: Raheem from The Furious Five & Nas] Who said lightning can't strike in the same place twice Trailblaze the game, made for life stayed nice Yeah you made the Top 50, don't mention my name (Here they are!) I had you open before crack, cocaine grow-in Before The Fever, before Missy's first Misdemeanor Before Run's, first pair of Adidas, got heaters And I pop pop, pop, pop, heaters Stop dealers, on my block was the first hot wheeler [Verse 3: Doctor Ice from UTFO & Nas] You never knew (the 80's y'all!) something so butter could come from the gutter I'm Doctor Ice the diamond cut cutter Like Jacob's the Jeweler and Rick is The Ruler (UTFO!) Boogie Down Kris is the teacher, but Doc's gonna school ya Y'all 'bout y'all sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefers We got our, eight tracks and speakers, our loops and our reefers My work is, never in vain, born to exert So even when I'm buried, I'm still the diamond in the dirt, let's work [Verse 4: Kangol from UTFO & Nas] (Go Kangol!!) Yeah what's up fam? My chick for twenty years tried to cut your man She tried to take the house, the kids, the pots and pans I'm on to project Plan B, nigga fuck Roxanne! (Get focused y'all!) Tried to take the pot I piss in, now the chick outta my system The whooped niggas need to listen, listen, listen, listen Cock aim fire don't you miss 'em, miss 'em, miss 'em And every chance you get you diss 'em, diss 'em, diss 'em, diss 'em [Chorus: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they now, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) (Aww man, make me feel like I'm back in the days with my cassette player, tape in the radio y'all! Now, this is the right time) (Where are they now?) (Your man Nas, I asked y'all where they at? The pioneers I got love for them man that's why I'm doin this) (I got love for them man, so here they are two thousand and seven, yeah) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they now?) [Verse 5: Kool Moe Dee & Nas] Where am I? On high with a pen Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all) You call him God's Son, I call him God sent First the God sent me, then the God Rakim How can Nas not win when the God sent him To resurrect true rhyme God kingdom Say Amen when you see me 'Cause when you pray I'm him then you believe me [Verse 6: Sha Rock from Funky Four +1 & Nas] Yeah! Sha ready to rise, ready to blaze somethin' Mother of the mic so I'm here to claim somethin' I got the munchies for the vultures that crushed the culture Yo Nas brought us back on this track so bring it back (They don't stop y'all!) From dusk to dawn I grip the mic on my palm I bring the love so you can get it on Got the books on lock, mother of hip hop For realla, come harder than some of you niggas [Verse 7: Tito from Fearless Four & Nas] You cats is foul frontin' like you hard as a rock When these brothers were the buildin' blocks That made you turn up the box Doug E. Fresh and The Get Fresh Crew, To Markie D and Cool Rock (Know your history y'all!) Rest in peace to the Human Beat Box (Know your history!) Like when I first heard Jay, Darryl and Joe, saw a UTFO I knew right then and there I wanna blow There needs to be a museum where everybody could see 'em Said everybody chasin' per diem, a little respect [Verse 8: Grandmaster Caz from The Cold Crush Brothers] You got another thing comin' if you think me and my man ain't sluggin' Got more gold than Mr. Drummond summoning Come in the Terrordome, niggas are ever blown That's why you get no ends, but just in case You got a death wish, or a flare for the dramatic There's some static in the attic, now go get it lookin' at it I'm Illmatic, nice to the fifth power son and I'm still at it I was about to flip power son 'til I saw a vision, Caz! [Chorus: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they now, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) (Grandmaster Caz, y'all know what this is do y'all know what this means!) (The fact, that each brother got on this track, the fact, that each sister got on this track) (Where are they now?) (To rap, took time out of there schedule, when y'all ain't even got no love) (But they still givin y'all love, that's hip hop y'all) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they now?) (Give it up to the OG's the original gangstas of Rap, yeah) [Verse 9: Linque AKA Isis from X-Clan & Professor Twins] Nas you had to ask Linque, where you been? Rippin on the mics with the devilish grin Sort of like a tack cause I stay under they skin Cause when I open up my mouth I blow them chicks to the wind Don't get besides yourself like you Siamese twins [Professor X:] ("This is protected!") Still got the pen to make the ?message of sin? ("By the red, the black") You bring it back I do it over again ("and the green") Exposin those who pretend, stay on my grind 'til the end [Verse 10: Dana Dane & Nas] First there was a tree and a MC grew and became (Brooklyn!) Another rapper born in Queens, 9/6 the b-day Moms moved and born that big day, dad hit the freeway My young life was screenplay, better yet a cliché (I can't believe it!) To rap in the eight-tay, no lenses in the east-say? They say we were a fad, but fad don’t last decades We played by the D-Day, everyday Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E - hip hop, my D-N-A [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee & Nas] C'mon! Well I'm the "whatcha-say-why?" The "whatcha-say-who?" [?] with that same crew First name Pebblee, last name Poo (Oh!) Gina Parks? says a [?] I'm a leader, theiver, greeter Last mark the game like Run and them Adidas (Do the history ya'll!) I'm a real estate investor but, I still blessed her Microphone teacher outta Alpha Four ?"Beavers? Hold on I get deeper, dope b-boy speaker Practice what I preach-a, DAMN I'm a keepr, huh [Verse 12: Just Ice & Nas] Touch the mic and make it stand up [RAW!] Lyrics are legendary status so get ya hands up Clap to the freestyle (Just Ice!) dance, but in the meanwhile Cool calm collected, smooth that's how I get down Then at the stage, hold 'em up like a twelve gauge Page after page, all you see is a pure rage! So pass the gat, grab ?taps? for the beat Just Ice signing off [Whaaat?!] Yo, I'm out y'all, peace! [Outro: Nas] Yo, that's incredible, man, play that again!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life’s A Bitch (Live)[Spoken: Nas] You know, it's life Life as I know it man This life is crazy I realize that we're all here for a purpose I was lucky to find mine I didn't come from a privileged family I didn't read no fancy books like Outliers or Bounce, and found my way We just rise, right? With no help, we can rise in the wave For me, I needed more than money though I wanted to be heard man [Verse: Nas] 20, it's a blessin' The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated ‘cause I made it One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull, ‘cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain When I was young, I used to do my thing hard Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash Got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!" That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage [Chorus: Nas] Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go [Spoken: Nas] Shoutout to my father Olu Dara This is his horn part right here he wrote Can we hear the horn? He played that shit so right [Chorus: Nas] Life's a bitch and then you—then you get high You never know, it's real shit, right? Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die [Spoken: Nas] Y'all making me high right now, we don't need no weed Yeah, oh Thank you for thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Peace God[Verse 1:] Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah Fist full of dollars in a dice game god D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers But they small as a shanty in a African village Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia You screaming like you love war [Hook: repeat 2X] Everybody's crazy Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop [Nas:] Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em 8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing Niggas get flashier houses more plusher Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock they keep squeezing Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing I'm light year far your mouth get all white When I'm near you I frighten your heart I want you to watch me notice stare look closely Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but [Hook:] [Verse 2:] I know where niggas sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots War plus money man I got too many spots Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching We all connected so your man know my man Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up Beat cases and now niggas back on the block what Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high Their own my will take the contract surprise So we play a mental game intimidation Got pussy niggas get pressed up on and paying I wish these niggas would step up wait for the day an Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe I got some niggas with acid get it thrown in your face Play dirty catch your moms in J-30 Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now [Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blood diamonds are foreverThey dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand Illegal smugglin', people strugglin' Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again Yeah, guess that's how we got here Slave Trade then the Diamond Trade Every child's afraid When his Mother and Father get sprayed Forced in the Army, young killer Brigade Gets a new name and then he give his nose glue Til' his mind can't take what he's gon' through Lookin' in that dirt for that ice so blue Then The Royal Family, the ice goes to And this thing has to change, feelin' half-ashamed As I rap with my Platinum chain When you shop for a gift for me You think about the misery? The same way we made Apartheid History We can do the same thing to the conflict ice But everybody wanna shine, right? [HooK: Nas] Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed They wanna Shine on 'em Shine on 'em X 7 [Verse 2: Nas] My VVS glimmers on my chest 200-thou-encrusted watch on my wrist I wonder how people starve to death When God bless the land that lacks the harvest The stone's equality, but they homes are poverty And the whole world ignores the robbery Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect Clarity It shocks, so many are killed annually 'Cause of greed, lust, and pure Vanity Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it Every Holiday Season, Jewelry stores crowded Kids snatched from their homes, Mutilated alive Husbands separated from wives, keep a Jesus piece to be fly But back in the day there was a time when they called us shine [HooK: Nas] Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed They wanna shine on 'em Shine on 'em X 7EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Something from Nothing Art of Rap FreestyleMay laughter For backstabbers Turn to tears faster For you I wish no snakes would slither past ya Ya have ta Keep your vision clear Only a coward lives in fear My surroundings, got only real powerful niggas here Real friends we have a code of ethics No question No feminine tendencies We not expecting No gossip No phony logic No counting your homey pocket Spare no expense For legal defense If your homey locked up Who cares who was the last who looked out? Selfishness That's a character flaw No holding out Yo what happened to the honor? You're dealing with Sensitive prima donna drama Teflon love For my dudes who solidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Never Gonna Give it Up[Intro: Nas] Man, we love you man, you hear me? This is coming from the General man, Nas man Bravehearts love you man, this is to all of ya niggas Who been using my name from day one to make yourselves famous Whether you shouting me out on your records Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you just you know...? You know... you know how you dick riding man? This goes out to ya Cause we love you man, I've done made a lot of niggas famous man But I'm gon' make you...I make you make the papers, this one's for you Ayo, word up It been a lot of times when a nigga ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no more Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the year I started to see shit, you knowamsayin? Nigga see niggas driving around with fancy cars, diamonds, all that shit Niggas thinking a nigga chilling Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all that bullshit But you know what? Fuck that shit, you know how I feel? Yo [Chorus: Nas] I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's the life baby, you gots to understand it's life baby I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's the life baby, you gots to understand it's life baby [Verse 1: Nas] I got the mansion and the nice ride Platinum chain, and an ice watch All this fame in my life's hard I entertain in so many places See so many different faces They look the same from the stages After the concert, hours of long work Home sick from the road, smoking my lungs hurt Even though now I'm recording songs It's better than, when I was peddling, doing wrong I brought the crew along, we thugging Fucking married bitches; they go to their husbands Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with them Can't even role the streets now, without the heat I bust the nigga off impost, that shit is weak On trial, what I'ma tell the judge He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor the jury That's when I need celeb status and the blackness This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a life [Chorus: Nas] I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby [Verse 2: Nas] My girl hate when I'm with my boys Think I'm cheating, every morning knocking at my door State policeman, give him a reason, but I don't give it to him They said they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him See, I cooperate until they push me Cops hate when you know the law, you ain't pussy You not fake, can't explain how much I miss the block When we was slinging with my niggas, screaming "Fuck the cops!" Now when I'm dreaming I can see my dead friends smile Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the track up from "out west" And he told me spit it clear Another hit just made, another album So ones again we getting paid, and now we wilding Get hype to shoot the video, all in the city yo I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya don't hear me though [Chorus: Nas] I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby [Verse 3: Nas] The haters say I ain't shit Hope I fall, but I can't slip Got to ball, got to bank chips Old ladies hate my moms cause their kids ain't amount to nothing Catch my moms on the bench fronting I got to stay awake, got to pray today Glad I'm still alive, fuck what them haters say So many times I ain't wanna rhyme Wanted a normal life where I ain't Nas all the time So many problems too, do what I got to do As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm proud of you" I keep laying hits, winners never quits Plus if I stop, how would I stay legit? [Chorus: Nas] I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life baby I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's my life baby, you gots to understand my life babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’91 FreestyleYo, this is Nas, the rebel to America I load the clips 'til my lips are crass, cracked Like a vet buggin' out from flashbacks My raps, I shoot at your skull and leave ya sprung I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns Paragraph wizard makin' mics malfunction I blow the fuse with the style I choose Science is dropped, my raps are toxic My voice-box locks and excels like a rocket Nas assassinates the Pope with a scope I mutilate mics 'til my voice-box is broke Try to battle me and gasp for breath Words I speak is a step beyond death A rappin' Charles Manson, I'm just that odd I'm so strong, long enough to box with God I throw a pitch at your brain so try and catch it My thought are bugged My brains should be put in a straitjacket I'm nastier than cannibalism I'm as sharp as a shank in prison, thoughts abrupt, risen My rap is a ritual of Satan Though I'm not demonic, my voice is electronic My brain is deranged In a metamorphic change, my sound waves are strange Many say that I'm propelled to Hell But I met the Devil and wrecked his brain cell Police murderer, I love to kill a black cop Nasty Nas is as deadly as a crack spot And smoke a mic like a fiend I use a TEC 9 like I was ??????? I go on till the break of dawn Breakin' raps in half, my word is bond It's like that and, uh, I go on and on Akinyele, rock the mic till the mic is tornEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Can (Remix)[Hook : Kids] I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can!) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!) I'll be where I wanna be [Verse 1 : Rakim] I'm from the home of a million legends and trend settin A lot of footsteps to follow, I've been steppin Mind stressin tryin to find direction, crime spreading Time precious, I ain't have rest since 9/11 I live fast, hustle like today is my last I get cash, the struggle's like a day on the Ave Crack, D and raw, gats squeezin off Manhattan streets in awe from casualties of war The eve of the Apocalypse, evil people in politics Every block is at risk, the metropolitan metropolis The opposite of Liza Minelli and Frank Sinatra Alicia Keys, Nas and Ra the gangsta's opera So New York City walk with me, talk gritty It's up to us New York it's our city Here the man come with the anthem, hands up It's time the thrill is back New York, let's stand up [Hook : Kids] I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can!) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!) [Verse 2 : Nas] For brothers who died from black-on-black violence From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds To clients all over the world, got little Black girls dyin' And can we please pour some more liquors? For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggas Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest And can we please have a moment of truth? For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots And families back home who pray they make it home safe Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you Let's take 'em home [Hook : Kids] I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can!) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!) [Verse 3 : 2Pac] I want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce Movin' my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin' like you Billy bad-ass, nigga you scary I've been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high I was itchin' to kill, and you was, ready to die While you bullshittin', niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases Bustin' my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leavin' no trace, they see my face and they buried Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'mma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids In this life I lead [Hook : Nas + Kids] I know I can (I know I can!) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!) [Hook : Kids] I know I can (I know I can!) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be!) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it!) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be!) [Bridge : Kids] Ooohh [Outro : Nas] Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the musicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Grand Finale[dmx - dialogue] I ain't goin back to jail Next time, the county or the state see me It's gonna be in a bag Uhh! this is it baby! End of the road, ha hah! When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon! [method man] Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe From the friday the 13th, ghetto jason Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass Out that s-class for fakin, forty-fo' blast Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible For the weak to last now behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me Cause we family for better or worse, you and i From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt To be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer For deceased peers, holdin fort Police line 'do not cross', they found his corpse In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked Homicide the crime method, add another Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale [lennox speaking - movie dialogue] Who wan' test me, c'mon! Me shot pussy-hole fi fun [nas escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl In the stomach, he robbin niggas who pumpin Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And god'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest The mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill us But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live To get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with henn, and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's And only five in, the belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat And got us niggas from the hood, hangin off his teeth We slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh Chorus: ja rule (repeat 2x) When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on niggas! (we dawgs for life) [dmx and lakid {dialogue}] There's mad money out here dawg Mad money out here What you tryin to get it? (word up) You gonna bust your gun to get it? (tsh, whatever yo) I hear you I hear you [dmx] Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I know it's a dream Niggas that don't know me see me and think i'ma rob em Niggas that know me well see me and think i'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to underwood Cause if I see it, i'ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? that's d The dawg come and getcha outside The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how much you need? Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed How much you plead, for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime One more nine, c'mon cry nigga It's over! this is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Shot My Way Out[Intro] Yeah I want all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore I could see Through my belly button window who I am... [Verse 1] I existed in a womb, just like an abyss Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist Punching my mom's stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on a name, that my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes Looking out my belly button window, my father sighs On his face he wears a frown, and I'm wondering If they even want me around, as I go back to spirit town So I could rest longer before I come back down the chute again In the near future when Mom and pops could agree on this, was here before But my mom saw her gynecologist, he dumped me off First they want me, then turn around and say they don't You got 120 days, do what y'all want But as for me, coming back, this be the last time Abort me, keep me or give me away, make up your minds [Hook 4X: Nas] I shot my way out my mom dukes [Verse 2] They must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months passed, I'm still alive Guess I got what they call Ill Will to survive When I look hard, the lights is killing my eyes I know when mom's laying down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear loud music and vibe All black babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food, flowing through my mother's tube I'm covered in this thick layer of goo Month two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me But month 3 was closer, see That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last minute Watching 'em yell, heard my mom's voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be safe at all This place they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July But the Lord already figured out a date and time Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's gonna stop See how the goverment will start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week overdue, the labor induced Pops told my moms "Push, and take deep breaths, too" "Stay calm," holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first breath screamed out Tears pouring down my pop's face, he's so proud Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga ain't ugly!" Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother Finally, I got to see who held me in her body, she loved me And, yo, I plan to over throw the devil And y'all bout to see this world in trouble Motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Beginning and End[Intro:] Yeah I want all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore I could see Through my belly button window who I am... [Verse 1] I existed in a womb, just like an abyss Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching cause I'm nervous Thought my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo Developing eyes looking out my belly button window My father's face wears a frown And I'm wondering if they even want me around Cause I'll go back to spirit town So I could rest longer before I come back down The chute again, in the near future when My moms and pops can agree on this Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont You got a 120 days do what you want But as for me coming back this be my last time Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind [Hook: Nas] I shot my way out my mom dukes [Verse 2:] They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm still alive Guess I got what you call an ill-will to survive When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes I know when moms is laying down cause I get bored and start to get live Move side to side hear loud music and vibe All black babies are born with rhythm thats no lie Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick layer of goo Month two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me But month 3 was closer, see Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the last minute Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born will I be safe at all This place they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July But the Lord already figured out a date and time Septemeber 14th, 73 Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me Arms open cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gonna stop See how the goverment will start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything blurry, my first breath screams out Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga ain't ugly!" Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother Finally, I got to see who held me in her body She loved me,and I plan to over through the devil Y'all bout to see this world in trouble Motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When Thugs dieThis is what it sounds like When a thugs dies (pow, pow ,pow) (we won’t cry) This is what it sounds like When a thug dies (pow ,pow, pow ) (tears from your mama's eyes) When I’m with my niggas this is how it sounds It ain't nothin nigga give my niggas pounds This is what it sounds like when I’m with my hoes Hard dicks bitch you fuckin with a pro This is what I’m thinkin when u bitch niggas plott'en I’m gonna kill this nigga right now I got him This is what he say right before the lead hit him (yo please don’t shoot) Man fuck'em, did him When the cops come this is what a rat say He shot em 4 times and he ran that way Now a nigga on the run, this what real nigga do You can stay at my crib I heard what happened, come thru A bitch or a nigga can help a nigga hide Open up the front door and welcome u inside Coward nigga want war, well then we gonna ride Wit the pump and the 44 and catch a homicide This is what it sounds like when a thugs die (pow pow pow) (your moms cry) This is what it sounds like when a thug die (pow pow pow ) (mamas cry) This is what it sounds like when a thugs die (pow pow pow) (tears from your mama's eyes) At his funeral this is what u heard (oh my god oh my god) Ya that was that nigga's bird And that ***** is foul Do u know that ho's style When u was locked up she had another *****s child The other *****s me, I knew that was his wife What the fuck am I gonna do, bitch is begging for the pipe And I was coming through on the reggy every night But then this nigga came home I said it wasn't right 9 months later shit got crazy ***** flipped out when she said it ain't his baby Slapped her up, gun butt her with the nine Put it to her head til she told him it was mine (you fucking bastard I'm gonna bury em 6 feet deep) Heard he looking for me daily, carrying his heat Now he’s under the ground may he rest in peace Cuz he was married to a ho and I was married to the street This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry) This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry) This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (tears from youe eye) This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (tears from your moms eyes) Its been 2 years ain’t nobody catched me Hennesy and pepsi, my Tech will protect me Out of state made alot of cake, they respect me Got a new identity, hoes want to sex me Havin memories of my seed kind of stress me Cuz my son is 2 and his appearance reflects me Gotta new Lex GS chrome wheels nigga Drove all the way home, man shit is real nigga Got back to the hood it was raining and pouring Knocking on this bitche's door like 3 in the morning She knew I was comin, I saw a cop 2 of em running Let off 4 shots then I caught 2 in the stomach She set me up, the rain and the led wet me up (pow pow pow) that’s the sound of a thug dead cuz This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry) This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (moms cry) This is what it sounds like when thugs die, pow pow pow (tears from your moms eyes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fetus (Belly Button Window)[Intro] Yeah I want all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas And the year is 1973 Beginning of me Therefore I could see Through my belly button window Who I am... [Verse 1] I existed in the womb, just like an abyss Came straight from spirit-land, my hands balled in a fist Punching my mom's stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on the name that my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes Looking out my belly button window, my father sighs On his face he wears a frown And I'm wondering if they even want me around 'Cause I'll go back to Spirit-Town So I could rest longer before I come back down The chute again, in the near future when Mom and Pops can agree on this Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist He dumped me off First they want me, then turn around and they don't You got 120 days, y'all do what you want But as for me coming back this be my last time Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up your minds [Chorus: Sample] "I shot my way out my mom dukes" "I shot my way out my mom dukes" "I shot my way out my mom dukes" "I shot my way out my mom dukes" [Verse 2] Yo, hey must wanna keep me, cause four months past, I'm still alive Guess I got what you call ill will to survive When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes I know when moms is laying down 'cause I get bored, start to get live Move side to side hear loud music and vibe All bBck babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowing through my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick layer of goo Month two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me, but month three was closer, see Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last minute Watching 'em yell, heard my mom's voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered, "If I am born, will I be safe at all?" This place they call the world, through my view, was so large Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge Month 5, month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July But the Lord already figured out a date and time Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready, world, doctor's in the front waiting for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's gonna stop See how the goverment will start retraining cops Month 9, I'm a week overdue, the labor induced Pops told my moms push and take deep breaths, too Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first breath screams out Tears pouring down my pop's face, he's so proud Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he say, "At least that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms, snuggly, laid me on my mother Finally, I got to see who held me in her body She loved me And, yo, I plan to overthrow the devil And y'all bout to see this world in trouble, motherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Your Mouth Got You in It[Hook x2] Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want war with no one When the ... niggas after you where you gonna run You mouth got in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want it with no one ... niggas now are after you and here they come [Verse 1] This nigga thinkin that everybody puss til he got his shit push Lot of shit poppin, got him all swiss cheesed up He fell to his knees and wished he never released words from outta his mouth bout the next man's Gs Telling me that he was heavenly involved to rob Any nigga who scared to murder who had cash Didn't deserve the convertible cars, sipping bourbon at bars He feel if they ain't real he should get stuck, him and his peoples You must be sniffing that diesel Cause if that nigga knew you was scheming he would just leave you in pieces Plus he's a friend of ours, we got our Benz's that power Motor cars hung on the wire, left summers puff party Plus you don’t get enough really never meant ..laugh and threat .. That they wouldn’t budge they play the .. [Hook (little different)] Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want war with no one When the ... niggas after you where you gonna run You mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want war with no one ... niggas now are after you and here they come [Verse 2] These niggas live after death before ... I got you we smoke the same weed, same cars we drive Knew two of these dudes got into murder shit just last year I start fuck with them thinking make me lose my career We still touch though its just dough I make some songs that ... on they dirty money just smell wrong But I don't knock you because we come from the same upbringing I came up slinging, the same way they came up slinging One thing I learn though, still judge niggas by it Say alot about men who contend but can't be quiet The school from which I learn is the street of old Fuck fools they talk to worm in six feet hole Be telling niggas what I'm eatin, what I’m holding, its sickening Don't be conerned with what I'm eating, cause what I eat you ain't shittin These niggas that start beef, they talk like bitches And I'm the type to give you ... Yo, black stocking cap on my face pulled down From behind, all you hear is the gun cock back sound And now I put it in yo mouth, fuck you were sayin? Suck on this you trip, try to duck and imma spray ya [Hook (little different)] Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want beef with no one When the ... niggas after you where you gonna run You mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want war with no one ... niggas now are after you and here they come [Verse 3] You make promises that you can keep full of deceit Street face swallow pride ...talk to you money shit You wana run with it .. talk about shit You ain't’ get none of it You whisper got bitch unless is for the real Always ..tryin' to ..can’t remember I said ..fire on you .. If .. run off ‘cause the things gotta You ain’t get no wings ..but ends How ... I’m going blow to you I expect to win [Hook (little different)] Your mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tongue, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want war with no one When the .. niggas after you where you gonna run You mouth got you in it your ass can’t get you out Next time hold your tounge, you wouldn’t have to hold your gun Know when you don't want war with no one ... niggas now are after you and here they comeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gangsta Rap (Remix)[Chorus: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)] ("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it ("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it ("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it ("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it [Verse: Nas] Felonious, Thelonious Monk melodic Monster Cody OG, hard as the Ramparts police Warring like the Answars and Sunni I never pull my pants up, sagging my Gucci, and what? I give a fuck who you bidded with, or where you cop coke The bitch you with or the reason you not broke ("Rappers!") I don't count your money, don't want none of your smoke I don't feel your pain, I ain't none of your folk ("Niggas!") It's easy to put a gun in your throat But I ain't on that, trying to sip Coladas where it's warm at Cognac, crushed ice, y'all know how it is Elijah said a women half your age plus seven years Is a plush way to live, this is for the blunted For the niggas who keep it one hundred Who hunted by DAs and judges ("Green Lantern!") This is for the drunkards, stuck in the ghetto, for winos And old ladies with high sugar levels Who am I? I'm here to murder the devil I survive through the struggle and perils, I'm thorough ("Nas!") Who am I? I'm here to murder the devil I survive through the struggle and perils, I'm thorough [Chorus: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)] ("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it ("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it ("Niggas!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it ("Rappers!") If they call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, tell 'em Nas made you do it [Outro: MC Ren Sample] "Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me? Because police always wanna harass me!" [Interlude: Sample Collage] "This is once again proof that no routine police stop is actually routine. We saw that last week, of course, in Brooklyn, with the tragedy over there, and then again last night, another police shooting." "Here's what they think about you!" "I hate motherfuckers like you. You niggas ain't shit! Think you tough, huh? I could blow your head off with the Smith and Wesson and you couldn't do shit! How you feel now?"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blood, New VersionItaliano motto Train like Cus D'Amato Guard your plant Recline low black milano Blessed God feelin kosher One in the top of the toaster ??? My nine is stuck in a holster Dump quick Chasing my dick Made a bum bitch rich Stalefish Heard she naked in jail flicks Mamacita Black widow turned to be a back seater Satin pillows a pimpstress in willow Cookin my blow and heads low Eye swellin The son of the grain I gotta split my wife's melon So I can see the seven seeds of my circumference Beaver lunged it Polishin pistols at the gunsmith Clever My mama told me take cheddar Buy slugs or drugs whatever calculate better When cakes measured Lock the front door secure See the gleaming white crystal when its pure Fuck the snake hoes and jealous ass niggas That smash your Benz windows Detecting fake niggas signals Yo live niggas get it too Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to Bloodshot red eyes, high Yellow envelopes of lye Opening cigars let tobacco fly Kicks matchin my shit my gun on Thinkin of names for my mans unborn Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves Put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints scream religious praise Heat grazed the baby yo Foul shit made a welfare mom crazy More bodies drop by the ratio Paces flow Grisly thoughts for makin dough Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash flow So now its on never wasted a slug Time is money When it comes to mine Take it in bloodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hey Young World[Intro] The world is yours is something is, um, something I got from Slick Rick Back in the days, hey young world, the world is yours From the movie Scarface where, uh, his whole thing was the world is yours He sort of bluntly said the world is yours out there in the sky He looked at it, uh, something from god telling him, you know, the world is yours Yeah, yeah, yeah (It goes) [Chorus: x2] Hey young world... the world is yours Hey young world... the world is yours Young world young world... the world is yours Young wo-ah-huh-huh-huh-urld (It goes) [Verse 1] Young people are so special It's so good what god blessed you Death to unethical thoughts that surpress you Like diseases, they conjure up inside the test tubes To stress you, beaurcratic genocide But maybe I'm a wreck loose It's just my observation as a whole Human extermination, population control Assuming my generation is young and out of control But y'all don't understand this Y'all out of touch and y'all old I promise to stay in full, try to stay on course And right the wrongs of my father with my baby boy Life is full of problems, don't go away when ignored Life is long it's important that it's played like a sport Every skyscraper you see started off as a thought And Ricky Walters told me that the world could be yours So hey young world, yeah hey young world The world is yours [Chorus: x2] Hey young world... the world is yours Hey young world... the world is yours Young world young world... the world is yours Young wo-ah-huh-huh-huh-urld (It goes) [Verse 2] You could have been arrested Locked down doing 10 on a fed bid But you home so your know you blessed, kid But trust me, I know some people who are not as lucky Cause on the small drug beef Gone 15 years it must be Conspiracy, a killer sees No liberty or justice Congress talk nonsense It's consignment for us hustlers There's no 401k retirement for us hustlers It's one way, until death We die young, it's bum luck Young bruh, tell me why you want war? Tote a gun for, whoever to pump forth With tough talk, get done off New York City streets they carry the worst gun law But still it's real, we do it with tools It's ungod, under the code of hood, play your role And maybe you'll live to grow old Kids and a wife and household Slow your roll before your soul Eject from your body and you turn cold Take advice yo, take a higher road Hey young world, yeah, hey young world, yeah (It goes) [Chorus: x2] Hey young world... the world is yours Hey young world... the world is yours Young world young world... the world is yours Young wo-ah-huh-huh-huh-urld (It goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thief’s Theme Remix[Intro - Rising Son] Yo Ha, Ha, Ha DPP Check, one two, one two Who got more style than Son do? None do (that's official) Yeah, this is history right here (history) Yo, Nas, Rising Son Queensbridge to London Let's go.. [Verse One - Rising Son] Yo, Yo This is the Thief's Theme For the underground criminal street teams Street dream chasing young hungry thugs that seek cream Crack fiends and hatch schemes, knife-point robbery Broad day blindeys, night-time thuggery Sun down shinanigins, move without shadow... ...like ninjas, cat burglars, no fiasco No commotion, make moves like locomotion Crack-sport ambush, get the man bringing the coke in Warehouse crime rate, mans throw they vans up Bang job, "Freeze, everybody put your hands up" Cash is nightmare, gun in ya faceplate "It's not even ya money, don't make me put one in ya face, mate" Thieves running this place, world trade, eight fare Slave rift flashbacks; Bush killer, hate Blair! Wish Mars was a mile away, cos I would escape there On a Skyway railroad, to stick you from my tray fair, bitch... Yeah, you know like when you kill somebody in Street Fighter Uah, uah, uah, uah (fades) [Re-Intro, Nas] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*rewind*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 2 - Nas] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggas Little kids scared cops, wit red dots Philosophical gangsta, wit violent priors Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, anybody tryin on, the blocks I'm supplyin on Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the P now got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Malts Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 3 - Nas] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheep Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains Smellin like trees, sensimille on the brain Skeemin on ya girls, bambooze or ya chain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises Cause she bought a jum of soap, from one of my boys, it's .... Just another day in the hood And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em But our style was let them pile then, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night [Chorus] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Krazy Drazy (Das EFX), Do It All (Lords Of The Underground)[Intro: Nas] (Redhead Kingpin) Aiyyo check it out y'all this is Nas, y'all know what I do to the business (Yeah! Uh!!!) I bring back the business (Nas you my dude for this B) Awww man y'all ain't ready (Straight check it) Here they are the remix, let's go [Verse 1: Redhead Kingpin] It's Kingpin plus two I'm on the guestlist fam But if this dude ain't like thirty he don't know who I am Boo boo my name, monetary gain is better than fame But let's face it without the spotlight you thinkin Red is Eddie Kane If I was drugs then I used to be a key Now I'm a couple ounce, on the come up hustle me Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K I got my MPC I'll see you one day [Verse 2: Rob Base] ("Hit it!") I'm still here, still flippin flows Still rippin shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo! It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?) "It Takes Two", remember me? If you don't it's the one that hit you with the WHOO YEAH Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella] Ain't but too much for you to sweller Hard body, fuckin wit a Coke bottle model Auburn, full back and observe While I BLAP BLAP to your nerves, uh! (OH!) I'm that Original, S-P twelve hunnid Anything y'all will do, Spin dunn done it The baguettes, the Prada stilet's On the turntables, call me Gillette [Verse 4: Father MC] Yo! First of all big up to Nas the killer rip spitter The Q.B. hitter called this Far Rock nigga Yeah I'm drippin heavy from my head to my feet From the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate Let you know when I'm out on the dough that shows I'm sellin them My LP's drugs nigga be like runnin listen [Hook: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) (*Awww man can you believe it it's like a holiday man) (*It's like Nas bringin a rap holiday man, ha ha ha, yeah) (Where are they now?) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?) (*Here they are , two thousand and seven they right here, yeah, they right here) [Verse 5: Monie Love] One baby drop two to the three Is she out for the count UK mic deceased? You never heard again from words not the least I checked first set net worth mic relief Remain calm more vowels spit battles And associate the kid when they hustlin up the cattle I don't care to give when they ride like a saddle Hip Hop crowd well in doubt where are you now? [Verse 6: Mike G. from The Jungle Brothers] It's the Jungle Brothers +housin+ with that fiiiiiive thousand Blowin up your project housin, Baby Bam Lee just bouncin Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get LOUD and Chase her blouse and, turn her out Cause I know we rockin party it's all about Aiyyo cool calm collected and my name is Mike G And I'm reppin for Nas and my crew the J Beez! [Verse 7: EST from 3XDope] Eight bars, ten stars, fuck five mics! I'm +The Source+ and the boss, show you what it's like To play bad mitten at the top of your position Wit a whole lotta niggas wouldn't play but it's written I'm the first to murk, chea! Representin Philly boy The same kid that spit this wrote ?Baby Gram? Nicholas one son the +Greatest Man+ livin True school be like e'ryday thanksgiving [Verse 8: Positive K] Pos. K! Uh, uh, still spits this summer Came up like I hit the number, yeah y'all know me! I'm not a stranger to y'all in the orgies Squeeze ya dick up in ya in the ear as if ya for me I'm more "primetime" than Maury Plus I took ya to the "Bridge" like James Brown and Nas applaud me My rhymes is suppository, it feels shit Top {?} watch Nemo then they watch the stories [Hook: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) (*Yeah did you hear your favorite yet?) (*I know some of y'all buggin out, did you hear the dudes y'all used to like? the crazyness?) (Where are they now?) (HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?) (*The Original Spinderella, all that, awww man, I can't believe it yo, don't go nowhere) (*I got more!!! I got more!!!) [Verse 9: Krazy Drazy from Das EFX] Miggity +microphone check+, "Where Are they Now" Nas remix Feel how real Hip Hop needs this Wish B.I.G, Pun, and Pac could see this Diggity Das-EFX piggity pioneers in this Made his kids just reminded y'all Throwback go back to the nineties y'all Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog We your favorite rappers, rappers, rappin dog [Verse 10: Mr. Do It All from Lords Of The Underground] Yeah I go Nas, Lord Do It All Me and you got something in common through Marley Marl Burst in the bricks, talked to buyin ?leather? Golden aged flows, you sound undiscovered I do this with a passion, spray-paint tag in Hip Hop's alive, and I'm the breathing dragon On the stage whylin, jumpin and laughin It's Lords of the Underground and that's if you're askin! [Verse 11: Chip Fu from The Fu-Schickens] Yo! I strip the booth anytime my lips move And it spews, my screws and they loose, I'm a move and it's proof Now give me two minutes I'm still wicked and still kickin it With skills built and hot {?} you can't step in my shoes YO!! When I'm in the mood, when I'm in the booth and whenever when you I spit phantom in a boost you better just prepare to make room! Nas give me eight bars, eight stars Escobar Yo we rule, and we still ain't got nothin to prove, yo! [Verse 12: Dres from Black Sheep] For the second I'm wreckin I got you double-checkin For me to flash your big chain wheeler, shiny weapon, step in and holla I gotta hit the kids that shit Hip Hop The wack gets spit lot, the man bullshit stop Yo they call lot and I accept the invitation But I not try and snitch upon my ?inclamation? On the real God, I'm good, a brother been in mediation And my mind has been kenotic, kill the pres led a netion, Dres [Outro: Nas] Aiyyo Chi Ali hold ya head up in the peniles This your man Nas, here they are Unbelievable , Hip Hop is Dead Let's see what happens aight!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Come Take a Ride (Two Seater)[Hook: Nas] **2X** 'Come Take a Ride' you can fit up in my two-seater Nas a thug you can catch me in my wife beater Blowin' my drugs you know how I like the cheeba-cheeba And if you hatin' and I prolly don't like it either [Nas] Fresh dressed like a million bucks Threw on my black jeans and Timberland Chucks I got some moneys in my pockets got some money to spend Got some hoochies I'mma hook up wit quarter to ten My daughter wit me and we came from the mall Don't need no baby mama drama Kissed her on the cheek and dropped her back off I hit the car wash at half past four Some kid was star struck I pulled off my grass and let 'em puff sour My deuce-deuce rims shinin' happy as they can be I went to the famous Project that they call QB I saw some brothers gamblin' on the curb A shorty pulled a pistol took they paper, nigga that's my word I turned the corner wit my burner and palm Niggas know my name and game I'm a murderous Don Saw my peoples then extended my arm Pulled on the sidewalk, no time to talk If y'all comin' come on; come on! [Hook: Nas] **2X** [Nas] Talk like a champion, walk like a champion Body like a God and I promise that Nas'll a hit you off Flow like a gangsta, brum bum bum bum bum Bustin' black dummies and dustin' all y'all niggas off I've been around a couple of times, know how things go I dealt wit 'em all on different occasion The same things'll come in different stages So when them things rise up or pop up I look right past as if its weightless Meanin' it won't intervene the thought process So I can levitate to more important topics Laughin' the Face of Death, flash back of car crashes 20 L's Grey Goose vodka and tall glasses Dippin' in the twilight Wit gangsta smokin' weed in my ride light The same stuff is still a bitch livin' like I'm rich Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars come on [Hook: Nas] **2X** [Nas] Slow like I robbed Brinks truck, haters all fold Cuz my 9 is aimed up, I left four seasons My niggas bleedin' cause of four reasons Jealousy, hate, laziness and envy even Up in the Benzie squeezin' a couple Henny wit my comrad Conversatin' on what we believe in Like honey in the way she's been cause he's spend G's a week in the make freak knees bend I told her to pimp hard, see the hoes we left in the room They nymphomaniacs prolly lick homegirls womb As respect just phone 'em and leave 'em & shit They not your wife keep your cash nigga don't even trip Pass the grass accordingly, you saw police But when I puffed and coughed Seconds later screamin' "Fuck the Law" Got CD's, TV's, guns tucked in the floor Once again I hit the streets and y'all don't see no more So uh... [Hook: Nas] **5X**EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Snitch AlibiThis one here’s for all the snitches Gangsta’s keep ya heads up Yeah, Snitch alibi To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell I know you gon tell, I know you know well On the block plotting us, while we make our mill While you claim to be a gangsta nigga I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell To the snitch alilbi’s I know you niggas is fed up Eat Fed cereal, fed lies Work for the Federal Bureau Man you’re a loser or zero J Edgar Hoover’s you’re hero Therefore you lack brain like a scarecrow Lose dough cause you in the crack game like a scared ho So, nigga ya better be careful There are rules in this game Better not say my name Gotta watch how you play cause They gon tell, they gon tell There are rules in this game Better not say my name Gotta watch how you play cause They gon tell, they gon tell To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell I know you gon tell, I know you know well On the block plotting us, while we make our mill While you claim to be a gangsta nigga I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell To the snitch alilbi’s You better be careful, cause you walking on the wrong side Sending nigga way up state for the long ride Where brothers is left to die Muthafucker you FBI What happened to street code, honor, respect Turned into Al Pacino and Johnny Depp Cause you tell undercover’s lies singing lullabies Thought you was a stand up guy To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell I know you gon tell, I know you know well On the block plotting us, while we make our mill While you claim to be a gangsta nigga I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell To the snitch alilbi’s They gon tell, they gon tell, they gon tell (Interlude) To the snitch alibi nigga I can't tell I know you gon tell, I know you know well On the block plotting us, while we make our mill While you claim to be a gangsta nigga I can tell nigga, nigga I can tell, nigga you gon tell And before you go to jail nigga you gon tell Before you get a bail nigga you gon tell To the snitch alilbi’sEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sinful Living[Verse] Situations I be kickin' just to get you pacin' That attentive parental supervision, you should do the diction Street chronicles, struggles and losses Can make a nigga moms hang up crosses and horseshoes I brought you to that state of mind you needed By now you're weeded, bob your head, recline seated And picture life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews With sports cars and the iciest jewels Y'all know the rules in this street life By now the beast might release white Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe And shed light on, he put me right on to be an icon 'Cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me Some chose a road, some niggas died, some was too choosy At nighttime, it especially addresses me Preferably around 10 when my weed cipher begin We start buggin' on facts, half the facts, that's for sure Put your zone in my world, if we adapt, crack and pour Make a toast, yo, that's how we break bread together Probably when we dead, be better, the problems ahead, whatever Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions And just in case you're snitchin', the safe's hidden With these connivin' things, niggas make it too obvs to bring Hatred to enterprisin' cream, advise your team to wiser schemesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Love (Remix)Verse One: What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin, talkin about he acts too rough Ge didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jone's beach, it's bugged Plus little rob is selling drugs on the dime Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's At night time it's more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say whassup to herb, ice and bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what? 'One Love' Verse Two: Dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is going on The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurting something Word to mother, I heard him fronting And he be pumping on your block your man gave him your Glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with an ox for the phone piece Wiling on the island but now with el mara Better chill 'cos them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next VI I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent your flicks Your brother's buck wiling in four maine he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key So stay civilized, time flies though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your mom's cries It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but One Love Verse Three: Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts Written in school text books, bibles, etcetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend hitting Ls while I'm sleeping A two day stay, you may say I needed time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed something terrible Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Belle Vue Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop Rolling two phillies together, in the bridge we call them oowops He said Nas, niggas could be busting off the roof So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing when i peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and started talking mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him 'Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes Then froze only the blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man that I'm a go cyprose Left some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake shorty I'm out 'One Love'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Body In A Box[Intro] So many niggas get fucked up in the game See, that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game" 'Cause it's not no fuckin' game [Verse 1] When you hear shells coming at ya Hot ones from a shotgun, I bet nigga runs faster Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster Think about that casket—you don't wanna be in that shit Quick to take consignment; you taking everybody's package Money over bitches was the law you practiced So you act as if money was no object Spendin' fazools, trips for your whole projects Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches, Rolies for your dogs Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches Every day I'm reminiscing, how he was living, having fun 'Cause any day coulda led to prison Not for a short bid, 'cause if the feds ever caught kid It'd be like 25 years conspiracy Another 25 for RICO, snatching up him and his people He had his jeep bulletproof, silencers on the Desert Eagle Flipping bricks in Gary, Indiana He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer Only trusted two things: his trigger and his hammer Used to be a bum 'til he had a six-month run Had a lawsuit, 30 G's, the case was won Met with Mexican Hoyé, cop boya Bought a barbershop, named it after seeing Sade That's where they found his body, in a barber chair face down Bullets in his chest, sliced apart from the waist down Planned to sell his shop, stick Hoyé for everything he got Take jewels and his pies Fill his shoes with cement and drop his body in the tides But Hoyé was wise Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive [Chorus] Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive [Verse 2] Cokehead Sandra, she grew in Gowanus Her man was large and Sandra was his baby mama Stayed in drama, fighting with hood rats that he was fucking No job all day, she did nothing They son was 7-years-old, she really was a wifey First should she would transport blow, overnight for a G He paid up front, they laid up once She got pregnant, she wouldn't dead it She had a boy, named her son Infinite after his father who did dirt She didn't know disaster would follow Capsules and bottles of crack in the back of his Mazda He let her drive while he drove the burgundy 5 He often talk about how he wants to murder these guys From off of Bergen Street, had mad work in the street Lifestyle, richest nigga, far from how he used to be Never thought he'd rock diamonds; never took weakness for kindness That's how he gradually grew Did a favor for a favor—now the nigga in with the crew And now he live major, house in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields With the cook and the maid, shit was real Saved his first bills made in his bodega "Good luck, player" sign on the paper taped in the window Escaped from a would-be kidnap, and slept Thought niggas feared his rep 'til he got wet Woulda had the world in his hands, his girl did a scam The owner's rich, is boning niggas to get rid of her man Welcome to the game, baby [Chorus] Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive The hardest thing to do is stay alive The hardest thing to do is stay aliveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be a Nigger Too (Remix)[Intro] Turn your radios up The real niggas are back on the radio [Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)] This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!") This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute) [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, no slackin', no beggin', no askin', no fastin' No disrespect to Islam, no Imam or Pastor No answers to questions the media's askin' Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists? They love it; puttin old niggas verse the youngest Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas There's verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga Wigga, cracker, friend, we all black within, okay? We all African, okay, some Africans don't like us no-way A killing happened in Johannesburg yesterday Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked But I don't buy that, I buy Aston Martins Faster cars than NAS-a-CARs and, sparkin while ridin Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I'm rich With this N-word jargon I'm just starting, bitch! [Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)] This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!") This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute) [Verse 2: Nas] Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet Uzi on the nightstand, I'm the man you go to war with Not the man you go to war against, patience, I'll get you If that means I can't sleep a whole year, I'mma get you I'm official, not a-tisket or a-tasket I'll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed Don't forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up I flow tighter as Tootie's braces, who he hatin us? I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers I'm the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters Clique still movin' like Freemasons, so if I'm on the flow From the law, there's lodges all across the nation Nas is bred for the plan To hold the Grand Dragon's head in my hand Come and get me, here I am [Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)] This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!") This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my "Niggas!")EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Halftime (Live)[Intro: Nas] Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Verse 1] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic; too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number, like a pager ‘Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'm a performer, strange So the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know You got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme; it's halftime [Chorus: Nas] Halftime Halftime Halftime Yeah, yeah [Verse 2] It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme ‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck I used to hustle; now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, ‘cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks, and Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Rest in peace Mr. Magic, tragic I'm an intellectual And that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man You can't near it, understand? ‘Cause in the streets I'm well-known, like the number man Am I in place with the bass and all that? Explore rap and tell me, "Nas ain't all that." And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, I assume; the real rap comes at halftime [Chorus: Nas] Check check, it's halftime Looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh Yeah, that's [?] over there But some of y'all know [Verse 3] I got it going on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless, like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey; I hardly sparked it ‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay I bag ladies up at, and hit a matinee Putting hits on 5-0 ‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 And biters can't come near And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds Don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is living fat, and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace! We was out [Chorus: Nas] Halftime Whole up, looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh Half—half—it's halftime Yeah, check, hey yo, it's halftime Not even half of this show though Not even half, yeah Halftime, yeah Halftime, yeah Halftime [Spoken: Nas] Y'all alright over here? Over here? Over here? Up there?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Story Board[Verse 1: Nas] Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Brazilian candy, from Miami Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion Hate rap, told me where she get cake at She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in pampers Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree 33, recovering from plastic surgery Went from 34B to 36 double D Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated I was silked out, flossing with Stoute, he had the gators When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers It's easy to get the pussy, just don't fall in love Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washing her feet Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug Hitting it raw, tasting it, wilding out of my character Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips Giving head like she knew me for years Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs Millions she would get if his neck got slit She rolled the equality, then passed the la to me Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sport Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere So we can make more money, then you could ever see rapping Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adapting P-11's, ACP shells for blasting Caught him with his spanish maid He had a lighter with a can of spray, burning her legs She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo Twelve point five million, he kept his funds In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision" I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight The same night, headed to Spain, nice game Now we're back to where we meet again [Verse 2: Nas] Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Top down, night air blow her hair Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare Fastlane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash Took a blast out of her coke bag Snorted it, started screaming "Yo, we almost crashed!" Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep Overwhelmed by greed, put to deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 1 ShotVerse 1: You only get 1 shot to make a first impression. There ain't no such thing as second chances in this game. It only takes 1 man to knock you out the box. It only takes 1 woman to drive you insane. It only took 1 sniff now look Im addicted. It took 1 bad decision. Now my whole life is shifted. It only took 1 shot to kill my best friend. It only took 1 Glock for me to get revenge. It only takes 1 pill just to ease the pain. It only takes 1 bullet to end everything. Right here and right now. ‘cause of sick of all of it. The 1 times. The jakes and the fakes. Sick of all of them. To many haters hating 1 man. Wish that I could burry all of them. Under 1 grave. Without even 1 chance of being found. Yo it takes 1 strike. 2 strikes. 3. And you’re out of here. Getting 25 to life. Without a chance to get out of there. 12 jurors. 1 judge. 1 cell. No love. 1 god. And 1 chance to change things. You get 1 Chorus: You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. Better get it right.A ha...A ha Verse 2: It only takes 1 beat for me to fxxx it up. It only takes 1 verse for you to give it up. It only takes 1 mic for me to reck shit. It only takes 1 time for you to know the time. It only takes 1 listen for you to feel the man. It only takes 1 DJ to make a band. It only takes 1 convo to understand. It only takes 1 snitch to go and take the stand. It only takes 1 blunt to make the pain go. It only takes 1 lie to know she gotta go. It only took 1 look to know that she’s a hoe. It only took 1 no from you for her to go. She asked you to marry her. And you passed it up. You had your opportunity Chorus: You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. A ha...A haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be Safe, Be Notorious[Intro] New York city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. What it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. Arson, looting, mugging, and a thousand false fire alarms. At 9:34 last night it all went black [Verse 1] I pour some Yac for the days of way back The turn tables crates of wax turn to major to my earlier days My world was ablaze, black outs in the summer No electricity asked out Breaking down doors, my city was hungry We vandalized stores, poor No lights in the project hall Before the lootin' only 5 DJ crews was movin' Till people stole DJ equipment the numbers risin' Now there's friction First time in Bronx history DJ's poppin' up, there's more mixin' Everybody wants to be Flash His name on the flier The Grandmaster performin' live, no acclaim was higher He was king and the dream was to be like 'em Meanwhile C-Cypher's not around Firehouses shut down School was closed Grandmaster (?) our domes with rules Written inside the rap scrolls [Interlude] The revolution will not be televised [Verse 2] The revolution may not be televised And we wonderin' who the hell is Koch This man Koch wanted the mayor's seat And he's campaignin' like he can't be stopped Up in the Bronx they forever strong Don't ever try to play 'em weak The revolution may not ever be televised Books command the speech [Outro] I want to stress first my total outrage that at this hour the city of New York is still without powerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Book Of RhymesAlchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm sayin'? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I found these shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Oor what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G Some niggas will conversate with lairs all day time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal 'Cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina, I been lookin' for this bitch number damn No this rhyme is weak, this is week I remember this bullshit right here (My book of rhymes) Gandhi was a what the fuck? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this, nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live strife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks Thieves murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbing my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and lairs and squares (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci God poverty's real I can't fight you 'Cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit (My book of rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga, naw yeah (My book of rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit Mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded 'Cause now we need it, we older almost able t I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Ain’t Hard to Tell (The Laidback Remix)[Hook:] It ain't hard to tell (Nasty) (Nasty) (Nasty) [Verse 1:] It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathing a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like the Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket lining Hit the Earth like a comet – invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazing Cause in my physical, I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell [Hook:] x2 [Verse 2:] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille, it ain't hard to tell I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik Jam like a Tec with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magnetize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze like her-on in your nose Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell [Hook:] x2 [Verse 3:] This rhythmatic explosion is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep, well let me try again Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, giving mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packing like a Rasta in the weed spot, vocals'll squeeze Glocks MC's eavesdrop though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fail Nas's raps should be locked in a cell, it ain't hard to tell [Hook:] x2 [Outro:] x5 (Nasty!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Y’all My Ni**asFind a room to lock yourself in and close the door It's some heavy concepts that we gotta explore We gotta strip the word down rugged and raw The rhetoric of martin king just saint around no more Dave Bowie ain't here James Baldwin neither They all were leaders But they ain't help me get this porch two seater A lawyer left the hood he never looked back To be a fortune 500 C.E.O it took rap So what if my pants sag with my hat turned back The same swag got our merchandise flying off the rack Marketing companies thats hiring blacks Fresh hip hop lingo for your campaign ads The controversy surrounds who could say it and win Some niggas are full time some play and pretend So fuck that no apologies on the issue If it offends you It's meant to It's that simple [Chorus] Tryin' to erase me from y'all memory Too late I'm engraved in history (I'm here my niggas) Speak my name and breath life in me Make sure y'all never forget me (y'all give me life) 'Cause y'all use my name so reckless Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it) And I love especially when y'all do it in public And I'm the subject 'Cause y'all my niggas Yo I was thinking a little bit what would it take To authenticate my nigganess Ball ridiculous 26 inches when I call up the dealership Yeah that's some nigga shit We only out for our own benefit We havin' too many kids Recordings, welfare recipients The infamous free clinics is the sickest shit It makes me think what the hell they clean their syringes with Everybody bleedin' The cops are the demons Courtrooms full of goons Jail busher's leanin' Handcuffs squeezed too tight On you've life If you fight they just give in People used to do sit ins They got Nigeria and Niger two different countries Somehow Niger turned to nigga And shit got ugly The problem is we started thinking like the colonists 'til Noble Drew Ali Started droppin' that consciousness [Chorus] My father was not a banker Neither was my neighbor when it came to getting paper Who the hell was gonna train us A pressure couldn't escape us through the ages We changed the basis of derogatory phrases And I say its quite amazing The use the ghetto terms developed our own language No matter where it came from Its celebrated now people are mad if they ain't one [Talking] [Chorus: x 2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The escobarHonies, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy Happy days balancing with life's atrocities Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly High up in a five realizing the price paid For this life laid in the light shade One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless Pro-ball players with white wives, peep they night lives While you could catch me in a crisp white five Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my theme song Love and happiness, how can it seem wrong? I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts Now I grown up, got it chromed up Got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff Niggas acting cool but it's really no love I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch This is everyday, every second Got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt Got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt Honies, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar Money, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar With so much drama in QBC It's kinda hard being Escobarro Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle My life is like a Donald Goines novel We wave glasses like bravo Drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets My niggas from the block rock this Box cocaine, cook it and chop it Looking to profit, in different ways Goin' through this difficult stage, called life But each year my physical's praised Some fell beyond the reach of help Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself When all we wanted was a piece of wealth And randomly, feed our family, the streets are insanity Amply, living in this thug's fantasy Richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life Magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight Honies, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar Money, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain Iced the chain and all the followers came They tried to throw me off track but I caught that They thought I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was hittin' Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches Sleepin' on the plane wake up when we land Feelin' real scared, on the ground Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks It's real, you violate, be in a pine box If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy I didn't make the game, the game made me Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing Y'all know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Ain’t Hard To Tell (Live)[Spoken: Nas] Thank you, for giving me 20 years of your ears Thank you, thank you So, we now conclude with the final song of Illmatic This one is the end of the cassette It was just 9 songs Yeah, this song right here, I got you though This one my joint 'cause I'm a big Michael Jackson fan and he I'll tell you something that I never said For my album cover, you see me with the afro, that was kinda inspired by Michael Jackson, the little, the little kid picture, right? So, I never told that anyone before So, this is uhh, "It Ain't Hard To Tell" The sample's from "Human Nature" Yeah, uh Yeah, I see y'all right here Yeah [Verse 1: Nas] It ain't hard to tell The mic is contacted My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion! Nas is like the ‘Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell Whoa, whoa, whoa It ain't hard to tell [Interlude: Nas] Some of y'all was like 5 years old when this album came out [Verse 2: Nas] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell Yeah, yeah [Interlude: Nas] If you was there with me in '94, make some noise I love you for that [Verse 3: Nas] This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep; well, let me try again Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot Vocals will squeeze Glocks MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell [Nas] 20 years, yes Special thanks to everybody up in here I thank you from the bottom of my brave heart [Spoken: Nas] Thank you, special thank you to The National Symphony Orchestra Thank you to my man Tim Davis [?] He's also the composer, bass, and orchestrations Derrick Harsh Travis Sells DJ Green Lantern Please make some noise for my man, the composer Steven Ryan Hakim One more time, National Symphony Orchestra We thank you from the bottom of our brave hearts For keeping it Illmatic with me through the years Thank you for looking beautiful tonight I love you forever man, stay realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Love (10th Anniversary Remix)[Verse 1] What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should have slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flipping, talking 'bout he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffing while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged, plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove, one what? (One love) [Hook: Nas and Q-Tip] x5 One Love [Verse 2] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is going on The crackheads stalking, loudmouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurting something, word to mother, I heard him fronting And he be pumping on your block, your man gave him your Glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever Since I'm on the streets I'mma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wilding on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your ma duke's loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwilding in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home, play it low key So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind die, I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs but one love [Hook: Nas and Q-Tip] x5 One Love [Verse 3] Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects, I take my pen and pad For the weekend hittin L's while I'm sleeping A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the nine at home You see the streets had me stressed something terrible Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rolling two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oo-wops He said "Nas, niggas cold be busting off the roof So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black trey-deuce" He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black We was chilling on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and starts talking mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up At the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'mma ghost, I paused Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love [Hook: Nas and Q-Tip] x10 One LoveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gotta Luv It[Intro] What you say? Can't hear you, man, speak the fuck up (It's what they want) Word (It's what they want) [Verse 1] Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now it's loads of baguettes Prefer a Mac-10 over a Tec No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga, light that" Hoes you fuck ask you: 'Where your ice at, dunn?' It's all about Playboys when we was young Could only get tongue, then finally we could cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake Pepsi's, to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If it's ice work, I'm gon' truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Hook] (It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh? It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) Fuck it, you gotta love it [Verse 2] Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Compulsive, with malice incentives, the foulest of bitches Hunger my riches, her childish wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip and you fold So when your clique roll, I let my clips go Niggas on opposite poles I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhumane, living hostile opposed To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in Suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, finicky foul niggas See niggas and blacks, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13-year-old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you in jail, chrome objects Hit you in your own projects, it's street-onomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger paining Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay Macarena-ing Marinating, while you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats, they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it [Hook] Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) (It's what they want...it's what they want)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black FolksWhat, what...yeah [Verse 1: Nas] I ain't seen as much death, nor seen as much crime Since the blackout in Queensbridge in '79 Everybody's a killer now; pimps, playas, and dons Shorties on the block push drops and carry on Niggas look through our window wherever we drove Through the tint, to see if the Benz is matching the clothes We the Queens kings, I used to view the cats that are old Seeing things that made me real from my skin to my soul Girls who turned hoes, friends who turned foes Bad luck niggas who bring death wherever they go Never sleep, it feels better to know It's all real though [Interlude] Everything is real Where we Headed now? Up to more money, would be more fun Leave with mo' bitches, carry more guns Where we headed now? Where we going, yo? It's getting real, son; we gon' let it flow Where we Mo' bitches, it be more dough It be more fun, holding more... [Verse 2: Nas] How the hell are we supposed to excel from the street Where the Jake's crew face young kids who wanna eat? Quantum Leap to this Black world, hustlers and ghettos Self-made millionaires who tussle with the devil Bust a lil metal lead, wrestle you, to the pebbles On the hard ground, that's if your guard down It's a struggle, brothers jump bail To come chill with they niggas on the block, with them rocks for sale On the horn with the god Shapelle, my Queens comrade Yo, run and come in with the dime bag [Verse 3: Shapelle] Ayo, I need dat, I got to smoke dat Send me some Chunky Black, so I could smoke away the pain Try to find my brain, but the thought still remain Yo, it's on again once the death stunts these chains 'Cause I been through it; the drug game, I thought I knew it I got knocked, took it to trial, but I blew it 25, but only lived 20 years of my life Took 5 from me; got me wrapped up like a mummy Now I'm in the system a.k.a. the devil's home Where they tell you where to eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone Now I'm living with, drug dealers, and chain stealers Bitch niggas who got knocked and turned squealers Imagine, sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict Who love fucking with faggots, but I civilized the savage I sat him down and made him study mathematics Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking... About this reefer I'ma get this weekend On the V.I., I rather be... uh, damn, damnEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Yellow Bird[Hook] Yellow bird, yellow bird, yellow bird don't fly away x2 Not today [Verse 1] I'm in the game Women only want my money or fame Or they heard that Kendrick put them on blast Or they feel I had so much ass "What could he want from me? When he can have whoever he wants for company?" The like, "he a slut, he a ho, he a freak He my childhood crush, wish I met him '03 Now I need a simple life with a Christian man" I was like, fuck it, get this money, get this power, keep slutting Then I bumped into a cutie, looking at her Not in a lusted matter, but in we need an introduction matter Need her like fresh water from the springs of Florida She hot for reasons more than one Underneath the balling sun in Coachella where a I met her She was staring Since we began to hang, she my number one thing Tell me your troubles, I'll listen, I'll try to numb your pain You like to hug a king, I call you the color queen [Hook] [Verse 2] Oh burn me love, it's not a drug nor complexion necessarily It's an expression the canary sings If that canary don't sing, I train her On the wings of love, I took the top from the Wrangler She riding shotgun with her shades on, a day will come I'll put a natural yellow rock on your finger Born a queen, love looking at you, smile made me change up You a bright sunny morning, sex, amazing I said it since day one, we was meant to be When you put my clothes on and started posing like a G Playfully with my chain then you liked what you see Loving how daddy do it, no one quite like me No games, no side chicks, me and my ride or die chick We see eye to eye, maybe not when your heels are five inch You so fly, you so mine, it's me you dine with Fucking Nas with, later on we spawn [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hip hopIf hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Yeah, niggas smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama Rich-ass niggas is ridin' with three llamas Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind (Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind) Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave left So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went Def So, nigga, who's your top ten? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings Criticize that, why is that? 'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin' Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh, I they like me in my white tee You can't ice me, we here for life, B On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business If it got where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man then a mobster If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a Rasta Went from turntables to mp3s From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty niggas from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert, and the doors are closed shutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Time 4 Your Mind (Live)[Intro: Nas] Slow it down This shit feel good up here Yeah, it's Illmatic It's Illmatic Let's go back a little bit, it go [Chorus: Nas] One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time Yo, whatever One time for your mind, one time Yo, whatever Hey one, check, check it out [Verse 1: Nas] When I'm chilling, I grab the buddha Get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies After being blessed by the herb's essence I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexin' Keep lubrication, Magnum protection Hitting up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck, rocking the shit, G I try to stay mellow, rock, well a cappella rhymes'll Make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops Rest in peace to my mom dukes When I was ten I was a hip-hoppin' shorty wop Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top [Chorus: Nas] One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time [Verse 2: Nas] You know the hard times, kid Shit, cold, be starving make you wanna do crimes kid But I'ma lamp, ‘cause a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Muslims yelling "Free the mind" And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places As a kid when I would say that out of town, niggas chased us But now I know the time, got a older mind Plus control a 9, fine, see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap game, niggas never heard of me Yet I'm a menace, yo, police wanna murder me Heini Dark drinker, represent the thinker My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights, then inhale, it stimulates Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot And expand a lot from the Wiz to Camelot The parlayer, I'll make your heads bop, pa I shine a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much, the microphone'll need a paint job See, my brain is incarcerated Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I've raided I hold a MAC-11, and attack a reverend I contact eleven L's and max in heaven [Chorus: Nas] One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time '92 to 2099 One time for your mind, one time One time for your mind, one time One time for your mind, one timeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cops Keep Firing[Hook: Nas sample & Jay-Z sample] Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls (Green Lantern!) Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls I’d like to see them fall, guilty for doing raw Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls [Verse 1: Nas] Now all you hypocrites, witness the injustice Conversations taped illegally, then they cuff us U.S. attorneys, public defenders send us off to hard prison time Whether you innocent or did the crime Say you come from Hooters, cops pursue you hard Run your place, put guns in your face Put you in the car for nothing (Green Lantern!) Now you struggling, tied up, standing in line-ups Call your lawyer, they charge you for murder Why? ‘Cause these liars Say you shot another man in his driveway Guilty, just for being Black on a Friday Polygraph test, you’re failing, because you’re nervous Charged with murder you didn’t commit, then they serve ya Fifteen years, maximum security Slashing, stab wounds, broken bone, injuries You were placed there intentionally Either you bang or you miss me Listen to me, this is true! [Hook: Nas sample & Jay-Z sample] Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls I’d like to see them fall, guilty for doing raw Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls [Verse 2: Nas] Death sentences is cold as see-your-own-breath temperatures (Invasion!) When your old life and the ten-point program didn’t mix Panthers, founded October ’66 Next year, police arrest the Minister of Defense Newton, for shooting and killing a pig in Oakland “Free Huey, the sky’s the limit!” became the slogan Jail bars open, then Huey told ‘em: “Let my brothers free with me and slam the jail bars closed then” I go then to say today, “Where are those men?” Slaughtered by COINTELPRO and coke, and Heroin, this era we in, we think we chilling In our Harry Winston, in our high-priced clothing Some of these P.D.s is tired of us They got they orders from they higher-ups to line us up From age and up, then they fire on us The inconvenient truth got them lying to us The Evil Genius! [Hook: Nas sample & Jay-Z sample] Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls Cops keep firing, in my environment Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls I’d like to see them fall, guilty for doing raw Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls [Outro: Nas & Paul Mooney sample] You still wanna be a nigga too? White folks shouldn’t’ve made up “nigga,” I didn’t make it up. It’s too bad. I say “nigga” a hundred times every morning. It makes my teeth white. “Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga.” I ain’t scared of that wordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Ultimate High[nature] Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze Never understood why they never liked me 'cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees Starin at my feet all you see is nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves Round trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning Previous plans, they spoiling A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance From st. john's to wake forest, wait for us Straight ballers, you hearin it first Nate flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, while niggas like y'all stay scoreless [Chorus] All my niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high) We on some hood shit (so high) Niggas from the projects, light one up To my bitches from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high) We on some hood shit (so high) [nas] What's me without the hood? A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no blood A fuck but don't nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name From the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef No peace, through the song, what I see you see [nature] Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me Niggas wanna roll wit me Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me Thinkin of a way where I can better myself Sometimes I get a head of myself Smoking weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed So high I must be outta my mind Chorus [nature] It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through Mash fools out like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw My dunn call this shit animal rap Me, I call it dumbin My near-sighted niggas saw it comin More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that Chorus 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (The Nigger Tape)[Intro: Nas] INVASION! [Spoken: Samples] “Watch closely. You are about to experience a ‘nigga moment.’ Webster defines the ‘nigga moment’ as a moment when ignorance overwhelms the mind of an otherwise logical Negro man.” “What did you say, bitch nigga?” “Die, nigga! *gunshot*” “Brothers and sisters using the word nigga…” “Nigga, nigga, nigga…” “HE’S A NIGGER! HE’S A NIGGER!” “I ain’t no nigga!” “What kind of message are you hoping to send with— with that new album?” “FUCK THE NIGGERS! (Oh, my God!)” “A NIGGER, LOOK! IT’S A NIGGER!” “How you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it?” “Flatline!” “There goes the neighborhood!”EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t hate me now[Verse 1: Nas] It's the late night greasy spoon patron Poolhall making Big bets, midsection got the 8 in Dior Christian pimpin' Got that penal system diction Riffing, you don't want it you snitchin' Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black Bitches want my chipped tooth back Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked Squeeze a fifth with a grip as I dip From the paparazzi Still playing numbers you can't stop me Still wearing bundles, and spark weed If I ever say "Queens get 'em", you know they got me Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef So lead by example, or get trampled Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the N Congratulations in order 'cause we did it again [Hook: Nas] Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes Still getting it and don't even love the doe Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo' Stay splifted 'cause you know that I love the dro [Verse 2: Nas] The style is taboo, the chain's offensive Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage The two Tec Don in Yukon's and Benzes Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants (wow) The Apprentice but not Trump I'm the nigga with Glocks and pumps That you don't see much Sucker free from chumps Homes with cobblestones in front of 'em He's got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son Don't make me have you running from a hundred guns Don't make me grab your only son I'm coming from A place Tanqueray and weed's the only escape From phonies who hate When you rolling with papes That's why the god party with juicy models They mob me, Denali, Charlie Luciano - hardly Have to tell y'all, I kill y'all For spitting songs that involve me nigga Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga [Hook: Nas] Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes Still getting it and don't even love the doe Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo' Stay splifted 'cause you know that I love the droEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Freestyle Yo MTV Raps[INTRO: ALL] 1,2, Eye for an eye we in this together Son your beef is mine So long as the sun shines to light up the sky We in this together son your beef is mines [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo,ayo,ayo, my thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Then I skate motivate gettin' (Sniff) Lifted, me and my chick get eight Now im coolin' with the clique Mobb Deep and Nas, word up here's the first prize I generate Off the head piece, freestyle session word up son [Verse 2: Nas] Check it out yo,To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil In the categories of stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, monkey do shorty sipping sunny dew On a low like a ????? o,chill shades of flow Big Havoc at like you know, kid [Verse 3: Prodigy] Kid, you don't know me, you don't wanna know me You tried to blow me your weak side just showed me Stepped out my door on 41st Side at 12, Didn't see my crew around so I got bent for search I had to jet back upstairs so I can stash my 9 It was a Friday night Rikers had it bad one time Cause niggas getting bagged on a regular son D's like "Fuck the drugs, all we want is the guns," So I proceed with caution, eyes open whenever walking Niggas be ass talking then be victims of extortion Hold myself down the only way I know Niggas pumping back in streets, in debt cause they owe Street life is like a trial, ass out if you blow The maximum is death son you know how that goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Listen to Me[Intro:] Uhh, Uhh, Where am I going? Where am I? Yo, it's ill [Verse 1] Yo my wife's tired of fucking me Life tries ducking me Luckily I find 'em just at the right time Mac in my right arm, Tequila bottle in My left arm like Cristian Watching my life go, Can´t do myself in Wolves in the night yo, hells men Two revolvers I can let twelve spin Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My (?) to well Twisted blunts and inner conscience Telling me that I ain't shit No matter how much cash I sit with Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain To replenish my adolescent brain Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is To maintain, bitches playin' games Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me Instead they speed ahead Yo nigga watch me [Hook] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand Trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone Drunk by myself [Verse 2] Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well Take them to hell Stick up niggas once ran up on me My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me I ain't your mark homey It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze blurry vision Think about the time in my life before I was in televison Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision Since we all hood niggas expect kilos For what they not seeing is police expect Rico Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me I hate it when I'm like this The bottle's my accomplice [Hook] [Verse 3] The reason that I want to be alone Tired of all the things that went wrong That would have went right if I would have did it on my own Take another swigg The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again To keep my mind off that weak shit There's love through it all, things to live for I swerve, almost crash into a wall Think about the good, find myself laughing Turn the cell off, no way to be reached Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip Bring my ass to the crib I'm tired... [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Virgo (alternate version)(feat. Ludacris & Doug E. Fresh) {*Doug E. Fresh beatboxes*} [Nas] Yeah.. what.. you! [DEF] UH-HUH! C'MON! [Nas] Yeah.. yeah, what? [DEF] Nasty Nas, Virgo [Nas] Uh-huh [DEF] L-L-Ludacris, Virgo [Nas] Uh uh uh [DEF] Doug Fresh [DEF] As we go, somethin like this [Nas] Nasir.. [Nas] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Plus she says her life is too hard She says that she wanna come and build with the God Promise that she gon' play her part Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind Love is the bu-bubblin back of your waistline I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and In the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by askin me, "Are you Nas?" Why? "If you was I'd be totally twi" What's that? "Totally with it, T.W.I." Ha ha, well, here I am, yep I'm the man Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand So, here we standin before I begin Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black {*brrrring*} Ever since then, she been yappin a track Told her friends, now they hollerin behind her back Sing! [Ludacris] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (that's right!) Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (tell 'em, tell 'em) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle (uh) Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds When I stepped up in the club even my arms was shinin Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?" I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain Oooh ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up BLAOW! Ludacris in the ho-oooh-ouse The needle hit the record, they was playin this song All the ladies hit the floor and it was EH EH ON Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's top droppin But watch for cockblockin on my coochie stock options But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track Make 'em swip swap Nasty N-A-S pass that Honey in the black cause I'm feelin her curves He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD Why only serve one when we can serve up two Then at the bachelor's pad, doin what the Virgos do And these women so shy but get loud undercover So we can have sex but I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVERRRRRRRRRRR {*DEF breakdown*: buck buck buck buck buck buck) Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah SING! [Doug E. Fresh] Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (c'mon) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right) I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off Seen you convince your homegirl though They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat Virgo proof baby run the streets So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's go) for the beat Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris) And if you don't know, now you know - Doug E. FreshEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shakedown Remix[Nas (Akon)] Shakedown (Uh-oh-oh); Akon, Nas, here we go New York (Uh-oh-oh) Here we go world, here we go y'all (Uh-oh-oh, Cause it's a shakedown, uh-oh-oh) [Ali Vegas] The streets'll do whatever just to see me fail Mama'll do whatever to keep free from jail So she tellin' me to get my CDL But papi said he got some things that we could sell To turn the corner and to see VVS's He said you liked girls to get beneath their dresses You gon' need them SS's, VVS's, BBS's Here go the keys to the Lexus (Uh-oh-oh) Now I'm the center of attention like Kareem and them My squad run around the borough like we Prem' and them My gang with big truck, wifey's we beamin' them Let's Esco, that tag team from Queens again This is Shakedown, here go the breakdown The big boys are back; 'lil niggas get off the playground I got up with the homey A now The kid babies 'bout to make the Earth quake now [Hook: Akon (Nas)] Uh-oh-oh, we back now A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down (Lay it down) And give 'em all you got, cause it's a shakedown (Shakedown) Uh-oh-oh, (New York to H-Town) We back now (Here we go y'all) A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down (Uh-oh, Nas and Akon, uh-oh, Nas and Akon) And give 'em all you got, cause it's a shakedown Uh-oh-oh, (Here we go) [Nas] My man was smart Robbed the bank, buried the cash Did ten years, came home and bought him a Jag Other side of town, stick-up kids ride around Young niggas not prepared this time around Walk in the jewelry store yellin', "Get on the floor" Snatched the sales lady up, hit her with the bulldog Grabbin' the ice, the heist went fast as the Vice Had rushed in, bussin', could you imagine this life? The streets come alive and laugh at your sorrows Leavin' your soul hollow That you fill it back up liquor bottles Black Messiah had the jux, 20 ki's uncooked Easy to push, some Japanese dealers were crooks They leave niggas eyes cut out; what it means to us He seen too much, but we don't give a fuck Black truck pull up to the door Infa-green night vision lens we can see through the war "Get on the floor" [Hook: Akon] We back now A bunch of gangsters strapped so make a way now When they come wavin' them gats you know the lay down And give 'em all you got, cause it's a shakedown Uh-oh-oh Do I make myself clear, uh-oh-ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ColorsHe's a kaleidoscope to look in; a black men and white women Sometimes together make exotic looking children But mixed race kids become fixated on separating themselves from the hatred Your grandma on the black side make you slam the station Your grandma on the white side was educated in schools that were segregated; maybe she was racist Maybe you can't, today, school her on some brand new today shit If I grew up a rich boy, like this boy, this white boy, like you boy, the Christmas toys, the privileged joys I think I'd be less stressed, the whole family at home, the ideal address But he's dealing with self mutilation, dungeons and dragons, Ouija boards, rituals with satan Yeah, we grew up with similar angerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The GeneralSend* corrections to the typist [Swizz Beatz] Yo Man it's, a real game out here Know What I'm sayin Nas Beats? Back in effect man Swizz Beatz da monsta (what's poppin )?[Nas] Get In line everybody, get in line Listen The fuck up to, what's going down Pay Attention aight, [Chorus]x2? Niggas Salute me bitches, salute me The Block salute me the, hood salute me You Should salute me they, should salute me So Fuck who you are I'm The motherfuckin general [Nas] When I walk through everything stops silence, Remain Quiet babies, don't cry thugs don't buss Cops Cut off sirens oxygen, freeze Noises To a minimun nigga I, pop and I squeeze I Represent the pain and struggle Cut Out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you Yo You testin with death I'm Confronting injustice expressing, my voice to the public They Got to free some brothas or we kidnap the judges They Got to free some sistas or we kidnap the judges They Got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor Our Practicing gun, rages they, R's and 44's .Many Fought teams and for green this is war This Is life and I'm the hardest got, ya label all scared Callin Up the radio don't, want my records to air Y'all Ain't playin fair to, every rapper in the game I'm Comin fo y'all blood make, room for the king Nas...[Chorus]x2 [Nas] I'm The leader that's, it nobody, higher Nobody Touchin my crown nobody, dyin Nobody Smoother harder, tougher, believe, it I'm Much more smarter much, more strategic Scholarships And hollow tips a, lot of walkin caskets They Talk a good one but there's never no action And I'm the type to poison ya sista twist, her Through Wit her put, the gun in your face and make you hit her Make You quiver -when they silhouette of a Don Benson, Light Up a Cu-ban recite, a few psalms Enlighten You quick teach, you how a king wins wars Keep Your ears to the street love, your enemies more 'Cuz Hate can frustrate and, confuse Too Eager you lose patience, plan, your attack then you move - ghetto Green Berets got, freaks got hoes who Be jumpin out of movin cars and land at my feet - because [Chorus]x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wanna Be MeUhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah [Nas] Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe) Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha) I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches Can't keep they hands to theyself no more I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a [Chorus] Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction [Nas] You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy It's childish; should I have to resort to violence? Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album And show you how to stay off my dick That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section Plus I'm the last real nigga alive Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high Realize, how many classics I gave you Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you [Chorus] [Nas] You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch As real millionaire, shit'll take place Evil as Hitler's hate-race people This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan Is not to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC reach for your pens and papers Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior? Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at? Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in What the fuck was you niggas thinkin? Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha Take me out, try try try, but you [Chorus] You can't be meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Genesis (Live)[Orchestral Intro] [Nas] Nas too real, Nas true king Nas too real, Nas true king Nas too real, Nas true king [Orchestral solo] [Nas] Nas too real, Nas true king [Nas] Nas too real, Nas true king [Spoken: Nas] DC! Yeah Turn my mike up, yes So good to be here tonight with you! [Nas] Nas too real, Nas true king [Spoken: Nas] Yes [Nas] Nas too real, Nas true king [Spoken: Nas] This feels good right here You look good out hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Must Be NiceAy yo..you... You that just flipped on this C.D. player: I just wanna inform you that when you got somebody good, you hold on to 'em Must be nice... having someone who understands the life you live Must be nice... having someone who's slow to take and quick to give Must be nice... having someone who sticks around when the rough times get thick Someone who smiles bright enough to make the projects feel like a mansion Must be nice...having someone who loves you despite your faults Must be nice...having someone who talks the talk but also walks the walk Must be nice...having someone who understands that a thug has feelings too Someone who loves you fa sho You must remember to never let 'em go 'Cause even when your hustling days are gone She'll be by your side, still holding on Even when those twenties stop spinning And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be here Must be nice... having someone you could come home to from a long day of work Must be nice... having someone you don't have to show; They know exactly where it hurts Must be nice... having someone who trusts you... Despite what they've heard Someone as mighty as a lion, but still gentle as a bluebird Must be nice... having someone you don't have to tell you don't wanna be wrong Must be nice... having someone you can grow old with until God calls you home Must be nice... having someone who understands that a thug has feelings, too Someone that loves you fa sho, you never let em go! 'Cause even when your hustling days are gone She'll be by your side, still holding on Even when those twenties stop spinning (And they will stop one day) And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be here 'Cause even when your hustling days are gone She'll be by your side, still holding on Even when those twenties stop spinning And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be here 'Cause even when your hustling days are gone She'll be by your side, still holding on Even when those twenties stop spinning And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Why You Hate The Game (Exclusive)Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it Can't hate us Fellas Vice behind me on the intersection Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection Dress superb, admired by conspirers Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy Complain about labour pains, nigga show me the baby And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin' Witnessin' you rockin' with Nas, confirmed my suspicion Green fatigues on, My niggas I bleed for 'em I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich And still I don't abort 'em ? when and if they sink quick Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live I don't talk about my guns, nigga I just blaze 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin' While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin' To every nigga listenin' I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo' Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle I rekindled the flame Dre created The Game Nigga with an attitude from the cloth I came Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, nigga Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me How you gon' pass the dutchie ? to them niggas that don't love me I'm talkin' niggas that never wanted to see me on top Same niggas that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not I'll fuck you rap niggas like virgins Dre took my training wheels off his curtains I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career The ending of yours, the endin' of his Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz Nigga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines And I still think about my nigga from time to time Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin' off rap One love I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keep It Raw (Intro)[Intro] Keep it raw for ya. No doubt PR. Check it [Verse 1] Play your position focus on life, see what you're missing Reality, the tale or the caliber .45-Nickel-9. check the calender '97m deep algebra, black plaga Rule the world high, ___ With my gangster for single years And rap world emulates my life for years Autobiography a part of me Portaits of the ill shit inside of me Magnetic, jigged up to my faded wig Any position I'm in, I find a way to live Out of state, on the block or behind metal gate Yo, this heavyweight got cheddar to make Smack your head off, click wildling, push through Puerto rock warriors too you through The drama Escobar or Pablo, Miliano, Pabo; take the world pronto Word to mine, genuine, Señor Juan at your table Poision you, mad fatal Just the way it is, when you let the hood raise you Never let them hoes play you Mental, smart, strong and stableEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sinatra in the Sands𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 [Verse: Nas] My hand gestures will make your eyes criss-cross When I talk, people listen [Hook: Justin Timberlake] [?] [Verse: JAY-Z] Wallaby scrapped across the pres-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy “The Price i Pay To See My Son” - Open Letter via Instagram[Part 1:] The Price i Pay To See My Son. And apologies in advance for the typos as I am speaking from the heart as a man who has had enough. Today i got a call from essence about my ex wife doing another sad fictitious story. Nothing surprises me anymore, including this. This is what your life has come to sis? Exploiting some people’s Real struggle and pain...just to get at me....to get attention ? Fame? Another fight against men? We are a human family and we should be better examples for our son. Why is there even a issue for me to have time with my son. A son needs his father. So many absentee fathers out here and here i am being attacked by your accusations simply because i got us in court to help fix this the custody matter? Why did i have to take you to court to see our son? Why when i win the joint custody ( which is a win for both of us and our son, it helps us with both our schedules) why do you feel thats an attack on you? Is it control ? Why do you need to have control over my life? because we’re not together? Then why? Is this being rewarded and praised by people who are being taken advantage of by you and your lies? To all separated couples out there who are cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR YOU. I wish that was me. I’m the most chill cool parent there is. Who has time to argue ? About what? It’s about our little guy. You haven’t had to deal with what I’ve been dealing with. Trust me. I’m a mild mannered god fearing very fair human being who tries his hardest to please everyone. It’s my nature. I’ve seen this too many times before And there was times i thought Kelis my ex wife was not this type. This is the type of antics that deceive people and people mistakenly call it strong. Seems I always had more belief in you than you do for yourself. I instilled strength in my daughter who you were already so jealous of and treated poorly. Being jealous & verbally abusive to a Little girl. [Part 2:] In life you have to work hard to be successful, not try to tear someone down for that’s the most coward way. Women are the essence of life. I cherish them. My strength is given to me from my mother. I am everything she taught me to be. I was raised in a single home by a single woman. I am a very proud black man. I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from your your first song and video I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. But I thought you was beautiful. You came into my life at a time i was grieving from my moms passing. You was a friend. Because of that i wanted to marry you. And i did. And we had a big lavish wedding. Overall there was too many good times. I have to say i wasn’t the most faithful husband. I was immature. I’m sorry about that. But you bumped your own head sis. Why do i have to live thru a constant divorce? It didn’t work out. Life goes on. I’m not coming back to you. Your married and im happy for you and I’m a extremely happy black brother out here trying to make a difference for my kids and the next generation of young people who see me as huge inspiration in music, art,business, education and so on. After 10 years of keeping my silence during a decade of dealing with very hostile behavior and verbal abuse and even your stepfather holding you back from one of your physical violent Attacks on me right outside your house THIS YEAR while trying to pick up our son while he watched from the window, it was my weekend and you denied me that because your parents were in town. I just went home. This has been my life for my son’s entire life. Even our son wonders why you treat me the way you do? [Part 3:] There’s some seriously crazy things i won’t i disclose for our son’s sake. Because you keep my son from me ive been going thru lawyers to stop you from this bullshit I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you painting a bad picture of me. I’ve been tired of it but you never seem to get tired. I even had to be in a relationship with you AGAIN after we separated just so i could see my son & I AM JUST TIRED. Back then you asked me why didn’t i stop the divorce from happening. I tried! We are too different. Some things aren’t meant to be. We were meant to be so that we could have our son. Nothing more. You didn’t like that. I prayed for your peace of mind for years because of your uneasy soul. I still do. I guess some things take time. You definitely don’t know me now and probably never knew me. You make up this image of me that’s not true but it’s funny because it’s really you describing yourself. You made up stories about me and claimed i did things that YOU DID. I hate all this, but you were a very jealous wife, and i had to deal with that and that’s the worst feeling. How much heat i had to take from producers, writers, music attorneys and record execs etc who felt your mean spirited wrath and dropped you from labels, from startrack to them all. I stopped talking to jungle & steve stoute because of you & almost lost Anthony because of you. [Part 4:] You used to turn my phone off so my professionals couldn’t reach me and take the battery. You insulted any and everyone whoever was around me. Not a single person in my life loved or could even stand you. Luckily for you our assistants all signed NDA’s or you would have a list of men and women who would happily talk about how verbally abusive and evil you are. Your self saboteur ways has caused you your grief your dealing with. Not me. The altercations you speak of are no more different from what most normal couples go thru, but your exaggerated version is UNJUST. Whenever one is constantly attacked the instinct is to restrain that person or defend yourself to prevent escalation. In hindsight now my advice to young men out there in a situation like that is to RUN at the very first sign of verbal abuse or physical. I herd you said terrible things about me. It makes me feel sad how heartless you can be. You play with strong women’s struggles like they mean nothing. You’re taking advantage of a moment in time where women who are fighting for their lives to get justice and be treated fairly & you just looked at it as an opportunity to get ahead. Like abuse is a game? Like tearing down your son’s father is a game. You have a son! Why are you still competing with me by telling him bad things about me. Guess what sis, he has eyes and ears and smart as ever. i don’t have to say anything. I think he knows what’s really good. You will NOT stop me from fighting for my son. You tell him GOD doesn’t love his dad because his dad doesn’t goto church. [Part 5:] Didn’t want to bring up money but since that’s the fuel behind all of this Let me say that I gave you the tools to be successful after you was dropped from your label. I paid for your cooking school cordon blue. The expensive yellow stove we had flown in from Europe. I helped pay for the remodeling of your house. Your assistant stole thousands from my cc according to Amex. Out of all people you should be completely understanding of my my grind. But you just can’t win with you. My schedule is CRAZY but you never help me see my son. I’m hardly allowed to talk to him on the phone. Ever. My lawyer told me bring the cops to your house and show my court orders when you don’t let me get him or answer your phone but who besides you wants to show their kids that his parents are that out of control? I’ve been going thru lawyers to stop you from this bullshit for years. I finally got our custody together to work with both our schedule thru court, while leaving court you tell me your gonna get me back for fighting to see my son and 3 weeks later you’re on camera doing an interview about “your truth”. Interesting timing. Do what you want just don’t violate another court order sis because the judge won’t like that at all. The judge already ordered you to pay my legal fees because he was tired of you wasting everyone’s time in court. No lawyer wants to represent you after what you put them thru. That’s why you texted me today asking me for more child support money-and you want to keep it out court. You will NOT stop me from fighting for my son. Remember GOD sees all. And I’m no longer allowing you to take advantage of the fact that I did not want to respond in a manner that could affect my kids , friends or family publicly. THAT ENDS TODAY. [Part 6:] Everything with her is a plot and a scheme. Has no merit. No foundation I didn’t Wana speak up because i have real respect for our women. And definitely my son. I do not beat women. I did not beat up my ex wife. Stop. You got beat up in court. How much money do you want? Do you want me to relinquish my rights to see my son is that what you want? Just tell me. After all the tweets and posts you made thru the years disrespecting me and my family I still have love for you as the mother of my child BUT I am done with this. This game ends now and GOD will be the judger of all this. And although you tell everyone GOD hates me (some Christian you are) I will survive and thrive from this moment because I know who I am & you have not a clue who you are. [Part 7:] And to all the fans that knew my silence was due to the fact that I don’t openly do this kind of petty shit... I appreciate you riding. And to those that were lead down a wrong path... I get it... very sensitive times and all things must be taken seriously. This is MY TRUTH. And I don’t care what else she has left to say unless it concerns our son. This is the first and last time I’m addressing this. Despite all of this I still hope for the best for her because whats best for her is what’s best for Knight. Love, NASIR BIN OLU DARA JONESEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Don- Don Dada Remix (Explicit Version)[Intro] New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! New york girls dem a mad ova we!!! (La la-la-la-la-la-la, la la la la, LA!) [Chorus] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) [Verse 1] Smokin the escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a homo', grossing our net Simultaneously makin the crime higher Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me Fuck sadness, had this been you, havin this lavish Habitual happiness that mean you wouldn't look backwards You would have sex on, condominium roof decks So anyone moves next, I hit you with two tech's Rockin Roberto Cavalli - seriously! He's in the club, I'm on stage ROCKIN Roberto Cavalli Every tat mean somethin that's my word on my body I have to lean somethin with that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ig'nant, put led in your pigment Just 'cause y'all was mad of all the years I was gettin it In 9-7 the six, 9-8 the Bentley And now it's the ghost Phantom, and y'all can't stand him but... [Chorus] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) [Verse 2] Army jacket swag army jacket green and black With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at Pass that not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack I never did that, my socks where my stash was at Yo! I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack (Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaasss!!) I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that Cuttin school where 'Preme Team and Fat Cat was at Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat Now I'm the one who's reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams Bottles on bottles with sparklers, surround my team That long cash get the baddest bitches out their jeans Twenty years in this game lookin seventeen I don't lean, no codeine, promethazine I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king Although he's on to another chapter Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to RRRRRAHHHHH!!! [Chorus] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City New York City-City, New York City-City (YEAH!) (YEAH!) [Verse 3] New York is like a island, a big Rikers Island The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens It's all about survivin, same old two step Try to stay alive when, they be out robbin I been out rhymin, since born knowledge Like Prophet Muhammed said the ink from a scholar Worth more than a blood of a martyr, so I'ma Keep it on 'til I see a bilion dollars Keep your friends close and your, enemies closer Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'posed to Eyes red shot, like I'm never sober Big time smoker, Indonesia dozer Mini me's you can hold up, before you end up wet up from my soldier Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit This for every ghetto in the hood Nas the don Super Cat the Don Dada, (UNDERSTOOD!) [Chorus] Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas Inna New York City-City, New York City-City Inna New York City-City, New York City-City [Outro] It's di heartbeat of di people, di ghetto people And when I say ghetto people di people who cannot afford to go to di big concert Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable Some of dem can't afford a radio, so di only ting they can listen to is di music People from di ghetto, people from di projects, street people Heartical ghetto yutes who know what it is to sing about sufferin and reality...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Everything ft The DreamYour love and your heart See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else Your love and your heart See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah Dark boy, don't you cry There's too much life left in those eyes Don't you let that face go waterfall Until they learn to love you, scars and all Dark boy, don't you die They're just human, let them lie You just know your world and speak your truth Let them come to you For your love and your heart See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else This is your call, there are no wrongs See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else If I had everything, everything I could change anything, I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black Beloved brother, you fail to embarrass him, harassin' him To my life, your life pales in comparison So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the god Do what's necessary, I'm never worried Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture You convinced most of my people to live off emotion That's why we competitin' Death by the chrome barrel, forgot the secrets My killer be Gerald, bone marrow's the deepest You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that We want freedom, I'm a scholar and almanac People do anything to be involved in everything Inclusion is a hell of a drug Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life And never have enough If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah From the birth of a child, the world is foul Excursions of a certain child Should learn not to take nothin' personal A parent hates to watch his baby's face Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great The child's introduction to suffering and pain Understands without words Nothin' is explained or rushed to the brain Lookin' up at his parents' face Like, "I thought you would protect me from this scary place?" "Why'd you let them inject me?" "Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?" Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me? If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin' Said "Screw the bus!", boycotted that bus outta business The future's us, yeah there be citizens in prison If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi In Italy, I'm Eduardo Wiccari But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure My first house, 11.000-square-feet mansion It was a haunted by dead bitch whites Mad a nigga bought his crib, to hang up pictures of black Christ Circular driveways, black cars and black ice My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny Did good for a staircase loiterer, euphoria What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky It was important to a guy who was mob-minded Future Murcielago driver, 'til Lambos got average on me I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats Just to remind me, just to inspire me To stay focused, it's a real sick society Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper Made a change, the pants-sagga put plans in action Til they claim the Pan-African made it happen Your love and your heart See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else Your love and your heart See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else If I had everything, everything I could change anything If I changed anything, I mean anything I would change everything, oh yeah Dark boy, don't you cry, there's too much life left in those eyes Don't you let that face go waterfall Until they learn to love you, scars and all Dark boy, don't you die They're just human, let them lie You just know your world and speak your truth And let them come to you For your love and your heart See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else Don't think the same as everyone else This is your call, there are no wrongs See you'll never conclude with anyone else Don't think the same as everyone elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Platinum Pioneer*𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁 [Verse] They say I'm still bad ass, these are my greatest hits Page 6, reporters hailed me, the baby's [?] Platinum pioneer, call me Ruler JuniorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Too Much For MeChorus- Said it ain't to much for me To have you next to me I can't believe it All the things i do To keep you loving me And its just to much for me To not have you by my side Cause no matter what your going through You know that im gon' ride yea Nas- You a brave girl Im a brave heart And car heart And champion hunnies You in the benz buggy with the fullies I ride beside ya We about to pull a all nighter Im super freak like Rick James Sex in rangers Parked on dangerous blocks You like it when the strangers watch Im looking out for cops You a girl with no fear people put ya hands in the air For the GQ man of the year That bentley that polstry leather, the leather That be up in the coats i wear Wherever i go so there ya have it Cashmere fabrics never caught in last years garments Holsters under armpits chauffers and the charms lit And the coders holding on the dons wrist She got the ill will chain on Turqouise boots sayin god son This the theme song Chorus-Amerie Baby- You know the size of this sh*t I flips it quickly loose this trouble for these people get with me Holla at my hoes 'cause i dip my bitches From gold to platinum from rag to riches Im the boss of the boss The pimp shotcaller Worldwide riding in the benz with a scroller In your city tear ya mall up Pimp fly bitches and tear their walls up Dress nice im super neat Ice on white wit 3's on her feat Worldwide robber from coast to coast From europe japan i gets that dough Send out 2 i get back 4 Ya broad around me imma lace that hoe Smoke dro redo my whips Redo my chips this the bird man b**ch Chorus-Amerie Foxy Brown- BK i throw it up Free stay manoloed up Cris air canary All these niggas hear me Lou Vittoun Lou Bratton Bring fever cock sucker when foxy throw it on I speak how i feel im a fox 5 general Yall rap b****hes is all so subliminal Thats why i ones them everytime i pass em Frontin wit young g the fox 5 captian So which hoe wanna f*ck wit huns So come ???????? one by one So make um bust off the big magnum Spray off in the lobby Call us the shower posse The don ??? come through stylin hard Wit 2 booms from the sherlock squadray It be a bachelor that fox them sparrin And leave yall niggas on the sideline starvin Chorus-Amerie Amerie-2x I, I, I wanna get to know you I,I,I want you with me I, I, I just want to show you How good it would be close to meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Salute MeIn a day of 1999 it had to happen The result of man's stupidity became real Death smell is everywhere In their nicely worked out war plan Through the sky come rockets down there people are scored Everybody does try to save his own everywhere in town On the run the people turn to animals Love and hate does not exist here more No more hope Which led to the world's last breath Fire does control our world till the end Go fight stand up if you are not scared Tell them the people are dead The merciless radioactivity spread real fast Burning skin makes the pain a torture, everybody gets blind Can't feel hot and cold no more, it is so strange Listen to the people helpless screams, it is too late Moving forward slowly and together we are strong We will tell them what we are thinking About their bloody war And we stop the war and there will be no hate And we will together rule the world peacefullyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy CopycatIntro:EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Me & You (dedication to destinyI’d like to dedicate this one here To my star This the one I cherish She loves me unconditionally No matter what My love will always be here for you baby Yeah So for god, who gave me this gift You I give you this [Hook:] (if i had it all) Ba ba ba ba ba Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba-de-da Woah Yeah Trust me your my little one Trust me your my little one Woah (if i had it all) [Verse 1: Nas] Even though we don’t live in the same home And i might have missed your graduation And no matter how many miles i am away from… you You know, that i, love you You hear daddy on every station Thinking, im loving my occupation I know i got you home waiting Dessy, i do, it all, for you [Hook:] (if i had it all) Ba ba ba ba ba Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da Daddy’s little girl Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba I would give you the world Ba-de-da Woah Little girl, give you the world Yeah Trust me your my little one Trust me your my little one I’ll give you the world Woah (if i had it all) [Verse 2: Nas] Even though you’ll be grown soon You gotta stand on your own two Please listen what daddy told you I know, you think, that i’m old school You’ll see that i was right soon One day, you will meet the right groom And then, you will see your life bloom And then you know, what’s right, for you [Hook:] (if i had it all) Ba ba ba ba ba Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da Daddy’s little girl Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba-de-da Woah Daddy’s little girl I would give you the world Yeah Trust me your my little one Trust me your my little one (if i had it all) Woah [Verse 3: Nas] Respect your mom, no one will replace her She’s the one who went through the labor (if i had it all) But you don’t owe her no favor But her respect is due See, daddy just wanna show you (if i had it all) All the heartache i go through For you [Hook:] (if i had it all) This world of mine I’ll give it all to you Ba ba ba ba ba Ba-de-da-de-da-de-da Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Its your world baby girl Ba-de-da Woah Yeah (if i had it all) Trust me your my little one Trust me your my little one Woah (if i had it all) (if i had it all)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wanna PlayVerse One: Yo, the Lord is my shepard The sword is my weapon Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son 'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun Before they choose an education But once dead their ain't no awakenin' So like once said, life ain't for fakin Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? Fuck waitin' Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan When I aim I ain't missin', master of assasination' I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth Is this the truth? This is what we do, sip a brew Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' Chorus - Okay, you wanna play rough?! (gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X Okay yo, we could play rough! Verse Two: Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me? But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit P-11 Glock spits 17 shot clips Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is Pull the strap from under the seat Back up in the street Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat Empty every shell in their direction Its you, I should've guessed it! Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you Now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into Chorus Verse Three: Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome Never thought I'd be in his home With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone Fuckin' with me, you should've known I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone What money can do, get you hit for less than a G For threatenin' me I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free Killin' you niggas with nothin' Left him dead, engine runnin' You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin' Look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac Niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that? Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback Somebody kncokin', who dat? "a cop man", let him in And give that mothafucka one under the chin Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds! The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead Dont explain, I put the pound on his head Blew 'em! before that I can't remember the last time I said...... Okay, so we gonna play rough! ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Country-BanayloAmerican born, American raised, American made [Chorus 2X] My country shitted on me (My country) She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never) Cause the things I seen (We know too much) Cause the things I seen (We seen too much) [Verse 1 (Nas)] It was packed on the Ryker's bus The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled The life of a thug caught in the devil's lap On the streets I was invincible Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me All in front of my friends In the street smile with no teeth I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3 Why didn't my folks just die in this society Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me Two little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2 (Millenium Thug)] It is I that step up Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier Hummers and Range's through the desert Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water Troopers lookin' for manslaughter I gotta get back, for what they owe Shoot'em in the back for the get back Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag Forget the life had, now we all rebels Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble And debris from the earth as we knew crumble Yo you could see the sea And the stars look closer to me I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back But yo [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3 (Nas + Millenium Thug)] Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape How is the war And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on Anywhere is better than this It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares I know the warden is readin' the scribe [MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business Courts, lawyers and jails We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel [Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)] There's not a bitch in sight All block bench, all block gates All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent Now it's state of the art I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart What a bloody mess, a slug fest I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin' You know I'm spittin' mine I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass I don't know what they broadcast, the news hash is fake Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say [Repeat Chorus] [Nas] This goes out to Jake Rivera... Revolutionary destroyed by his own country,just tryin to fight for whats real This goes out to my nigga Malcom Alhazbalishibaz... Just tryin to fight for whats real This goes out to Martin... All about peace and destroyed by his own country This goes out to everybody in the whole world... Just tryin to fight for whats real To Petrish Lamoumba... Just tryin to fight for whats real and destroyed by his own people This goes out to my hood niggas... Coming up every day just tryin to survive the only way we know how But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now So ain't nothing goin stop us now [fading] My country.... My country.... My country.... My country....EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy American Way- DotanYeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh We ain't got no choices who to choose Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools About poor children, then she gotta prove that she Ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh [Chorus: Kelis] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] Cause that's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way [Verse 2: Nas] Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin' It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening This man leans in, his boys laughing Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough And all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe" I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go The biggest example in scandal of history Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies But who are we to blame, not the dames It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth So they deserve to earn man's purse Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh [Chorus: Kelis singing] Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] Cause that's the American way. What up, K?) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] That's the American way) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit ([Nas:] Ha, yeah) I don't care about the runaways I don't care about who's gay I don't care about dying of AIDS But I care if I got paid Who even cares about the president? I think they're making a mistake I don't care about the hurricane As long as my family's safe I don't care about the candidates They burnt this country to bits Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way ([Nas:] Uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) Can we make a change You know it's not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American WayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blaze a 50 (Original Version)[Verse] ...Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree 33, recovering from plastic surgery Went from 34B to 36 double D Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in thе papers It's easy to get thе pussy, just don't fall in love Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin' her feet Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips Givin' head like she knew me for years Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs Millions she would get if his neck got slit She rolled the equality, then passed the lye to me Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin' Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin' P-11's, ACP shells for blastin' Caught him with his Spanish maid He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo Twelve point five million, he kept his funds In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision" I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight The same night, headed to Spain, nice game Now we're back to where we meet a-gain... Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney Top down, night air blow her hair Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash Took a blast out of her coke bag Snorted it, started screamin', yo we almost crashed Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep Overwhelmed by greed, put to deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fear Of The Black Man’s Dick"Fear Of The Black Man" The Fear [x2] Of A Black Man Dick The Worlds Greatest Fear [Verse 1:] Scoopin' Dee Lop Street Hop Dats All We Do Guess What America We Love You Step Up West Africa We Love You Guess What UK We Love Ya We Need You We Singin' Like Ms.Makeba Not Imperious Lyricist But At The Same Time Nas Is Impenetrable A Menace To Fools The description of who? I Resent That A Prince Hat Is My Crown My Throne Used To Belong To Where That North Korean Kim Used To Sit At They Think A Chimps A Black Mans Ancestor I Think A Pimps A Black Mans Ancestor Just Around The Paragraph In The Corner Of My Next Word Right Next To The World Greatest Fear The Fear Of The African Black Mans Penis Is (??) Sara Beth Married Jesse Lee Proud Man He Was Mother Like Aunt Jemima Black Blue Color Skin A Softness Unmatched By Anyone Stern With Her Words Dats Mother Black Mother Love Her Son Jesse Dat Old Jesse is A Trip At The Factory Told The Boss Man That He Quit He Loved His Cigarettes His Beer And Sara Beth Married Less Than A Month After They Met Sare Beth Was After The Sex Cute White Darling Pretty Angel From The Heaven She Fallen Such A Perfect Match They Both Human They Both Knew When They Got Together Be A Bunch Of Eye Screwin' Whole Bunch Of How Dare You Looks From The Whites At The Negro Black Chicks Have Fits At Her And Mandingo Shes So Liberal Screams Out In Ecstacy Cause Sexually She Gotta Have A Staff of Jesse Lee [Chorus:] The Fear Of The Black Man's Penis (Dey Tryin' To Give It Aids, They Try To Give It Aids) The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (They Lie Screamin Rape, They Lie Screamin Rape) The Fear Of The Black Man's Penis (Can't Hide It's In Your Face, America it's In Your Face) The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (Father Of The Place, All The Ladies Love The Taste Of Tha Nigga) [Verse 2:] They Used To Barb-a-que Blacks Cut Off They Genitalia Killin' Off The Aborigines In Austrailia Coldest Shit I'm Tryin' To Tell Ya Daddies Told His Daughter Stay Away From The Bucks They Just Want To Impale Ya Cause She Heard About What The Myth Is About Our Big Heavy Equipment That Some Sisters Might Dismiss It HA HA Yeah Right Your Right She Probably Ain't Get A Call The Other Night So Fathers You Should Be Scared Cuz Your Little Girl Is Bangin' Down The Door Of My Bedroom She Tryin' To Get Inside of My Fruit Of The Looms She Hopes To Have My Heirlooms Passin' Down My Grandfather's Crown Jewels Cause If We Get Around The World Turns Brown It's A Fact They Want A Thug In Em' Guess How Many Presidents Had Some Black Blood In Em' And This Nation Is A Vast Nation So Wut Was Your Fixation With Castration Color Shouldn't Matter Wit Relations Color Shouldn't Matter Wit Life & Love Cause Color Never Matters Under The Covers When The Lights Are Off [Chorus:] The Fear Of The Black Man's Penis (Dey Tryin' To Give It Aids, They Try To Give It Aids) The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (They Lie Screamin Rape, They Lie Screamin Rape) The Fear Of The Black Mans Penis (Can't Hide It's In Your Face, America it's In Your Face) The Fear Of The Black Man's Dick (Father Of The Place, All The Ladies Love The Taste Of Tha Nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy U wanna be me - soundtrack versionUhh, ooh baby, baby Keep it thug and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe) Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha) I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches Can't keep they hands to theyself no more I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy It's childish; should I have to resort to violence? Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album And show you how to stay off my dick That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' c-section Plus I'm the last real nigga alive Toast glass, ill will, the label get high Realize, how many classics I gave you Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line Eating alligators and hummingbird hearts At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch As real millionaire, shit'll take place Evil as Hitler's hate-race people, this is God son And I've come from the God under pure peace To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan Is not to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC reach for your pens and papers Lesson one be creative; what you made of Junior? 'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at? Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in What the fuck was you niggas thinkin'? Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin for the kingpin But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha Take me out, try try try, but you Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction You can't be meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The genesis - explicit album versionNAS "Get-get.. get down!" New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin' Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities Worldwide on the thorough side of things Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat 40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me "What you up to, the cops goin' bust you" I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair Starin' at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do Yeah man, throwin' them bones Hopin my ace get his case thrown His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein' While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls Showin' they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin' proof The D.A. who tried him was lyin' A white dude, killed his mother durin' the case Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein' replaced Pre-trial hearin' is over, it's real for the soldier Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle I want to crack a smile when I see him Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin' Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leavin' everybody [Chorus] "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" [Repeats] Everybody "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" [Nas] Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs Southern niggas, independent label, real killers Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin' They had the coke game somethin' crazy Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin' Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy Now I'm back around the old school that raised me New York gangstas, we loungin', out in L.A. see A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play" I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible The nigga still alive in a hospital Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too See my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and things He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed Openin' the hotel room do', to let her goons in But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit I let the hammers blow, wet three kids See honey thought I had somethin' to do, with all the drama Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers [Chorus] All I really gotta say is that If that's how our people goin' get down, how we ever goin' get up? How we ever goin' get up if that's how we get down? A shame when you ain't look at it My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk Somebody gotta make a changeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Play On Playa [Clean]Light somethin', stop frontin' How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters That'd kill me yo, filthy rich My daughter pass it on to the next generation Throwing carnations at my tombstone In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam But my verse came first I stole change out her purse Now I wanna dig her up outta the earth Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin Hit a spliff through a séance And I, play on playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on playa Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose Rubies in Hey-Zeus piece Pimped out like Snoop be, but an East Coast thing My girl stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head Billion dollar dream hear Went from triple beams to digital Serving fiends, the minimal, 60 G's, no criminal No mo', just mo' doe, mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers While your girl performs cunnilingus 'Cause this big money aroma lingers Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade Hot towel on the face Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean Where I step, I Clorox it Keep 20 G's on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price But we ain't into buying Conflict Ice That's the **** they stole from the Congo and other black soil True mack for you, nappy hair, just spinnin' Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending Finest females I just came on, and sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on playa Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on playa It's kinda hard for a playa like you But let me show you how a **** like me get revenue What you never do is punk out, what you better do Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view Better yet a better crew, praise God, I'ma marry you Get your homie, carry you, bury you Slowly, roll me another blunt stuff it Lick it, puff it, tuck it, **** it That man, that gang, that bang it was In D O double G we trust Yep yep, young loc with the two steps He creepin' with two Tecs, he's sleepin' with two chicks Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks End of existence, for instance Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it Re-twist it, goddamn D O double G, 'cause we missed it Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief Ladahdah be dahdadah Yeah, break that down, how fresh ya are The King from Queens, Mr. Escobar Connect with the best from the west, yes yes ya are Oh, my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas, playa play onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Shit[Intro: Nas] Escobar Season returns Let it burn Yo [Pre-Chorus: Nas] This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit [Chorus: Nas] This the bath salts song Motherfuckers act like Zombies when it come on It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shit [Verse 1: Nas] My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders Don't be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me Make me have no soul, so I had to take a toll [Pre-Chorus: Nas] This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit [Chorus: Nas] This the bath salts song Motherfuckers act like Zombies when it come on It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shit [Verse 2: Nas] Me and my nigga Mr. Tunnel Razor in the mouth for when [?] was out (Slumped) Better tuck your chain, that's a warning, warning When the woodies come, you know that the goons is swarming Yeah [Pre-Chorus: Nas] This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit This that street shit Nigga, fuck that weak shit [Chorus: Nas] This the bath salts song Motherfuckers act like Zombies when it come on It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Killed It? [Clean]Look here see Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn that was my jam, now she's on the lamb She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam! While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden legs there makes off with the dough I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher He says one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker They say her old man's a bootlegger Transporting in any weather, and at this rate we'll never get her Fellas, think it's time to call it a night All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right Hate to spoil the party, what are you guys havin', the same? Waiter another round for the gang It's strange how I always felt outta place Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face So I said 'Ssee you later' 'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver on my waist up Between the patrol car and the gray truck Behind the street lamp was a silhouette White gloves and a real long cigarette What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the throat Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence That's the reason why Eric B is not president Well, what do ya say Ya see? Ya see? Ya see? Look here see I know you got soul you're trying to hide it How did you kill a man out in Cypres One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded Says you guys did it **** is he lyin' She says, 'Walk this way I'll tell you a children's story' We hit the bodega got her a few 40's We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty Drinks like a fish now she's past tipsy The truth came out as we got to her suave house Chopped and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch I said it's gettin late c'mon give it to me straight Who's ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates What are ya born '77 or '78? She said, ‽Nah it goes way to an earlier date” Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes But she fell in love with some fella named Clive Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave The Bronx, now she shows me the cash I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt She said Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin' somewhere As she's talkin' she starts vanishing in thin air But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died She said, ‽If you really love me I'll come back alive” Hip hop is so **** dead!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Ain’t Hard To Tell (Danger Mouse Remix)[Verse 1] It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin' ‘Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 2] The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell [Verse 3] This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot Vocals will squeeze Glocks MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy NY State of Mind Q-Ball MixIts ny state of mindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Remember The Times (Intro) - Explicit Album Version[Nas] I think I can remember some... Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the ass, a real joker Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, sexy chick Mad skills, she used to try to eat my excrement Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her Put hickeys on her stomach Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch a screw Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume That drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude Used to put my face in her crotch Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer While I blew clouds of reefer, they sucked juice out my uretha While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker [Chorus] Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you [Nas] Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log Dick stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind Of a one-of-a-kind sex fiend, Justine was luscious wanna cuff us when fucked us Me and her best friend, this thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher Wedding ring on finger, bent her big ass over the fold-out sofa The weather was cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong Under the coat and Put a show on just to show me she loved me She would undress and wait in zero below weather In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap, the steering wheel's high [Chorus] Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you [Nas] Thank God I got bank god, so fuck pimpin' Fuck broke condoms, pills and penicillin Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters Long chin, some with funny odors Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas Principles are lined up, things prioritized Se mamma I left that alone, faded memories, the reason that I'm grown It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences, no longer Are we tempted [Chorus] Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few (now we could properly begin this) Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Funeral Parlour[Verse 1: Nas] [Chorus: Kool G Rap] [Verse 2: Nawz] [Chorus: Kool G Rap] [Verse 3: AZ] [Chorus: Kool G Rap] [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] [Chorus: Kool G Rap]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One Mic (American Epic Session)[Verse] Yo, all I need is one mic‚ one beat‚ one stage One  person front‚ face on the front page Only  if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood Mixed  with 151‚ one sip probably'll make me flip Write  my name on my hollow tips, plottin' shit Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics Acknowledge  it‚ leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up, try to follow us Police watch us, roll up, try knockin' us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up? But  my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I shoot back—fuck gettin' hit! This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb We need more warriors soon Sent from the stars, sun and the moon In this life of police chases, street sweepers, coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors If you really think you ready to die This is what Nas is 'bout [Chorus] Yo, all I need is one mic All I need is one mic [Verse 2] All I need is one blunt, one page, one pen One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin Matter of fact, more than one Look back at all the hatred against me—fuck all of them! Jesus died at age 33, 33 shots From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32 Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17 27 hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime Hope your funeral never gets shot up ?? through the innocent Nothin' is fair, my heart is racin' Tastin' revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years Strapped up, too many MACs, too many 9s If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until it's empty There's nothin' in our way: they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down 'Cause we stronger now, the time is now! [Chorus] I need one mic All I need is one mic [Verse 3] All I need is one life, one try, one breath, and one man What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is Niggas'll move on you only if they know what your weakness is I have none, too late to grab guns I'm blastin' ‘cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have your ass done? Fooled you niggas [Chorus] I need one mic All I need is one mic All I need is one mic All I need is one micEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jonesin[Lyrics missing]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nas is Like EZO[Intro: EZO] Listen [Verse 1: EZO] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name EZO put it in your cell phone E as in three for the Holy Trinity Z in the 9 perfection from rhyme to delivery, God O, 6 for i am human and my existence is to be flawed I'm the rhyming Medina Have you green like the reefer of the fever Want to be battling? I'll leave you scrambling fro words like we was Scrabbling It's Maddening when you get to the big stage And spike it, you throw away the game Joell taught me how to rap Biggie taught me how to craft Nas showed me that the game is about more than that EZO is like a lyrical drug Ketamine in a slug Fuck rapping the lights out, goodbye to the utilities, roof, and the rug My mixtape don't go gold, I'll give the Kanye shrug Guess the game really is in the hole that it dug Skill made Chance my friend in this rap game Like, Vic, Mensa as my, nick name I'm 16, looking for a Super Freak like Rick James Cold blooded when i Kick the Urban Rapsody, but I Get Money like Wayne and T-Pain Insane the number of lines in his brain Such a quick claim when you see he used the simplest rhyme in the game Go back and forth like a dope tennis match I stay in line like 4 bars of Kit-Kat Come at me it's a mismatch One eight seven over the dispatchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nas OutroEi sais kokeiluu kielt kerta ei johda minnekkn Vaikka s kyll muistat lupaukset joista luistat Yhteen hetkeen s heitt pottiin kaiken muun Seint sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses Pidempn jos et n s trmt esteeseen ennen pitk Sun tytyy saada hengitt pelkt et tuhlaat elms Et tahdo tuntee varmaa roihussa poltat karmaa Tiedt s ne liekit levii pian sun siltoihin Seint sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses Pidemp jos et n s trmt esteeseen ennen pitk Juhlan jlkeen vieraat lhtee tyhjt kuoret j Sient sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses Pidempn jos et n niin s esteeseen trmt Seint sulkee ympyrs kun juokset karkuun itses Pidenpn jos et n s trmt esteeseen ennen pitkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Me & You (Dedicated To Destiny) - Explicit Album VersionI'd like to dedicate this one here, to my star Someone I cherish, she loves me unconditionally No matter what, our love will always be here for you baby Yeah, so from God, He gave me this gift, you And I give you this, the world (If I had it all) If I had it all If I had it all Yeah, just me and my little one (If I had it all) Just me and my little one (If I had it all) Even though we don't live in the same home And I mightta miss your graduation And no matter how many miles I'm away from you You know that I love you Hear daddy on every station Thinking, I'm loving my occupation I know I got you home waitin' to see I do it all for you (If I had it all) (If I had it all) Daddy's little girl I would give you the world Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all) Yeah, just me and my little one Just me and my little one (If I had it all) I'd give you the world Even though you'll be grown soon You gotta stand on your two Please listen what daddy told you I know you think that I'm old school You'll see that I was right soon One day, you will meet the right groom And then, you will see your life bloom And then you'll know what's right for you (If I had it all) (If I had it all) Daddy's little girl Daddy's little girl I would give you the world (If I had it all) Yeah, just me and my little one (Whattup) (If I had it all) Just me and my little one (If I had it all) Respect your mom, no one will replace her She's the one who went through the labor (If I had it all) But you don't owe her no favors But her respect is due See, daddy just wanna show you (If I had it all) All the heartache I go through (If I had it all) It's for you If this world were mine, I'd give it all to you (If I had it all) Yeah (If I had it all) It's your world baby girl, yeah Yeah, just me and my little one (If I had it all) Just me and my little one (If I had it all) If I had it all If I had it allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Squeeze[Intro: Nas] Squeeze! Squeezin' on ya; real niggas creepin' on ya [Verse 1: Nas] I got cream, some ganja trees, and fronto leaves Honda bikes, diamond dykes, rubbin' me, lovin' me Don't let my seed hear this, cover her ears Real shit; no surrender, no fear, we pioneers Of all this ice shit, biscuits, and tight whips, rims Bangin' blends in the S-Class, half a thousand Slap pounds with cats who shot down shit Real niggas who stay around chips, and down Cris Sips of Henny; chicks who bless you, finessin' it, professional Slob with ice cubes, just like Vanessa do Reppin Q, smoke amazing Thai Shit that givin' you triple Asian eye Yeah, bitch, a nigga stayin' fly From tube socks and Timbs, to blue rocks, a Benz Who got the ends? The type'll make 2Pac [?] To all niggas who shine; yes, who got revenge I won't showboat, my flow choke you And if it don't, the fo' fo'll smoke you Left your seed reminiscin' on ya MC's I'm pissin' on ya Shine cause my chips are longer It's gremlins I'm sic'n on ya Shots your dodgin' While Esco could rock the whole fuckin' Garden Real niggas always gon' play this shit..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The 2[Verse 1] [Chorus: singer] [Verse 2] [Chorus: singer] [Verse 3] [Chorus: singer]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cops Shot the Kid (Demo)Lyrics from Snippet [Intro: Richard Pryor] The cops used to come around in my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12 And you'd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs And they'd always catch you out in front of a store or something 'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!" [Interlude: André 3000 & Slick Rick] The cops shot the kid Ain't no "try to get home" Miniature caskets make a lasting impression Sinister tactics make 'em answer my question The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– [Verse: André 3000] To fuck what y'all do Don't know what's gon' stop, yeah Fuck killing cops, what if wе kill cops' kids? Make that nigga adopt a baby 'cause we got hеre Make that nigga a dot on his head and pop here Maybe they just forgot, refresh 'em, give a pop quiz [Chorus: André 3000 & Slick Rick] Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes Cops, kids, and small boxes Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes Cops, kids, and small boxes Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes (Miniature caskets) Cops, kids, and small boxes Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes (Sinister tactics) Cops, kids, and small boxes Make a movie 'bout cops, kids, and small boxes Miniature caskets make a lasting impression Sinister tactics make 'em answer my question The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– Miniature casketsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Made You Look (French Remix)Paroles rédigées et annotées par la communauté française de Rap GeniusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Comments on Sony/ATV Deal, November 14, 2013Rap Genius: We’ve got nothing but love for the NMPA and all music publishers. Rap Genius was born out of our passion for nuanced and beautiful lyrics, and so in many ways the entire site is a paean to music writers and publishers. All our dealings with music publishers reflect this love, the biggest fruit of which was the landmark licensing deal we signed with Sony, the world’s largest music publisher, earlier this year. This partnership has already been magical for both sides, and the symbiotic relationship between Rap Genius and artists will only grow stronger as more publishers board the “Rap Genius Love Train” (toot toot!!) But we don’t want this conversation to distract people from our true mission. Rap Genius is not a lyrics site, nor is it a music site. Rap Genius is a monument to human knowledge. Like the Talmud before us, our goal is to add context to all important texts in people’s lives. Lyrics are very important texts and so they’re a big part of this mission, but the vision of Rap Genius goes far beyond music and touches poetry, literature, the bible, political speeches, Supreme Court opinions, science, everything! And text is just the beginning! Already the Rap Genius community is annotating images, movies, TV shows – all of human culture! Personally I can’t wait to click on the Mona Lisa’s eyebrows and see what they’re all about. Much love. Sony: Rap Genius allows our songwriters and artists to connect directly with their fans in a new and exciting way. And the site’s popularity is certainly due, in large part, to our songwriters’ lyrics. We look forward to the continued success of the Rap Genius service. - Martin Bandier, Chairman & CEO, Sony/ATV Music Publishing Nas: As an artist who has been making music since the 90s I am constantly seeking new avenues to connect with fans that was not at my fingertips 20 years ago. 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If anything, Rap Genius makes people want more music!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In da Club[Produced by Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo] [Intro] Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed [Verse 1] When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh) When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club (Yeah) Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck (Woo) Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! (Roll it!) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight) In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh) I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo) Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh) Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay) [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed) [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah) [Verse 2] And you should love it way more than you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Woo) I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life You that faggot-ass nigga tryin' to pull me back, right? When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on I wink my eye at yo' bitch, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'ma tell you what Banks told me: "Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up If niggas hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up" Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub' They know where we fuckin' be [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Ha-ha-ha-ha) [Outro] Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga G-UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 21 Questions[Intro: 50 Cent] New York City You are now rappin' With 50 Cent You gotta love it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I just wanna chill and twist the lah Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy, shorty, I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need, and I Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap ‘cause I flip burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me? In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad ‘cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? ‘Cause if so, girl, you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans If I was down, would you say things to make me smile? I'll treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, I'll do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style, I say anything to make you smile [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? [Outro: Nate Dogg] Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Many Men (Wish Death)[Skit: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Man, we gotta go get somethin' to eat Man, I'm hungry as a motherfucker Ayo man, damn What's takin' homie so long, son? 50, calm down, he coming (*nine gunshots*) Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?! Ah, son, pull off, pull off [Intro: 50 Cent] Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be And niggas tryin' to take my life away (C'mon) I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me ‘Cause I'll come and take your life away [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do Got a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, ‘cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars I don't say "Only God can judge me," ‘cause I see things clear Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me The feds didn't know much when 'Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked I ain't gon' spell it out for you mu'fuckas all the time Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines? In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around "Hommo" shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason ‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin' [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Patiently Waiting[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)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Life[Chorus: Adam Levine] My, yeah, yeah, mmm My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There's no place to go No place to go All the confusion It's an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, '03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit ‘Cause I'm not writin' anymore, they not makin' hits I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned If money's evil, look at all the evil I done earned I'm doin' what I'm supposed to I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—what's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic This is my recovery, my comeback, kid [Chorus: Adam Levine] My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There's no place to go No place to go All the confusion It's an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah [Verse 2: Eminem & 50 Cent] While you were sippin' your own Kool-Aid gettin' your buzz heavy I was in the fuckin' shed, sharpenin' my machete Sippin' on some of that revenge juice, gettin' my taste buds ready To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even? I think you fuckin' meatballs keep on just forgettin' Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginnin' He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offendin'! (Yeah!) He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the Motherfuckin' wall with 3000 volts of electricity Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each One of your eye sockets 'cause I thought you might finally fuckin' see That'll teach you to go voicin' your cocksuckin' opinion to me I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin' Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin' you ever betted against me Feels like I'ma snap any minute Yeah, it's happenin' again And I'm thinkin' about just sayin', "Motherfuck everybody that's up in this bitch but 50!" ‘Cause this is all I know This is why so hard I go I swear to God I put my heart and soul In this more than anybody knows I'm trapped, so all I do is rap But every time I rap I'm more trapped And I rap myself right to this bubble Oh I guess it's bubble wrap (Haha) It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did? Feels like I'm goin' psycho again (Ch, ch, ch, ch) And I might just blow my lid Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid ‘Cause I'm runnin' in circles with— [Chorus: Adam Levine] My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There's no place to go No place to go All the confusion It's an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I haven't been this fuckin' confused since I was a kid Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe this is for me, maybe Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m. in the morning like Shady Psycho killer, Michael Myers I'm on fire like a lighter Try to say this ain't classic, get yo' ass kicked mad quick Wrap your head up in plastic Pussy, now pick the casket Dirt nap with the maggots, it's tragic It's sad, it's never gonna end Now we number one again With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin' thing livin' [Chorus: Adam Levine] My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There's no place to go No place to go All the confusion It's an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy P.I.M.P.[Produced by Mr. Porter] [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty) [Verse 1] Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P (P!) [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me (Woo!) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Me) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Bridge] I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P [Verse 2] Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty) [Verse 3] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know This ain't no secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch 'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me (Yeah) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Woo!) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (Huh-uh) That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me (Huh-uh) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Yeah) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Outro] Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no b'ness like show b'ness" In the hood they say, "There's no b'ness like ho b'ness", you know? They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch Ha-ha-ha, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Candy Shop[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, uh-huh So seductive [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, don't you stop Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa I'll take you to the candy shop (Yeah) Want one taste of what I got? (Uh-huh) I'll have you spendin' all you got (Come on) Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You could have it your way, how do you want it? You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it? Temperature risin', okay, let's go to the next level Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle I'll break it down for you now, baby, it's simple If you be a nympho, I be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I got you Wanna show me you could work it, baby? No problem Get on top, then get to bounce around like a low rider I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick I'm tryin' to explain, baby, the best way I can I'll melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hand (Ha-ha) [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, don't you stop Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa I'll take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? I'll have you spendin' all you got Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa [Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia] Girl, what we do (What we do) And where we do (And where we do) The things we do (Things we do) Are just between me and you, yeah (Oh yeah) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Give it to me, baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before 'Cause I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door She get to pullin' on my zipper It's like it's a race, who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs? Had me thinkin' 'bout that ass after I'm gone I touched the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she whine Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind Long as she ain't stoppin', homie, and I ain't stoppin' Drippin' wet with sweat, man, it's on and poppin' All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, don't you stop Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa I'll take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? I'll have you spendin' all you got Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead, girl, don't you stop Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa I'll take you to the candy shop Want one taste of what I got? I'll have you spendin' all you got Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m the Man[Produced by Sonny Digital] [Intro: 50 Cent] I came in the world cryin' and fussin' Nigga, we ain't have nothin' Every ghetto I know the same We trying to make a little change Preacher man come around talkin' I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin' I'ma put the powder in the pot Whip it 'till I'm pullin' off a lot Imagine when I pull it off the lot New shit come without a top Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop [Interlude: Sonny Digital] I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Aye, came in the game gettin' money Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money Niggas get to playin' with the money Clique bang for the money Shit changed over money They love to see a nigga on the bottom Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay Shorty wanna fuck with me Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga Lady, she gon' hit my line We ain't gon' waste no time She sucking and we fucking like she need me While she make a bankroll easy All the light in the room from the T.V We gettin' it on then I'm gone It's the type of shit that a nigga be on [Pre-Hook: 50 Cent] Too much on my mind right now I'm on the grind right now Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my nine right now Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now I ain't fucking around right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that [Hook: Sonny Digital] Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'm a bonafide grade A hustler A1, day 1, they can't touch us Nigga like me, I be with the shit Try and stick me I'ma get you hit Yeah, you know just how I get down Bad bitches around, they smoking and they drinking And I'm thinking it can all work out Seen your bitch back blown out It's never nothing personal, believe me I fuck around, your bitch don't wanna leave me She talking 'bout takin' flights tonight when I'm out of town Not around, she want me to fly in to put it down It's nothing to a real nigga, had that ass flying in first class 'Cause you seem to be regular, she don't want nothing regular Turn me on when she talk Spanish, that fat ass You know I wanna get with it, so lady let's get it [Pre-Hook: 50 Cent] Too much on my mind right now I'm on the grind right now Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my nine right now Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now I ain't fucking around right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that [Hook: Sonny Digital] Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Up[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, uh-huh They don't do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That pussy make a weak nigga break down So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine You be that next nigga coroners come outline You ain’t made of what I’m made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? [Chorus: 50 Cent] We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) We up, nigga! [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh) Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?) Guns in your video get you locked in a bing Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up Charity work, parking tickets and no charges Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick Should have been a bitch in pajamas I made my first million fucking dollars Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot [Chorus: 50 Cent] We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) We up, nigga! [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast D colored VS stones around my neck bitch It feels like a nigga dreamin’ Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’ Bulls eye, that’s what we came for The bread, now a nigga run the game boy I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard Aloof livin’, I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame [Chorus: 50 Cent] We on now; we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot but front, I’ll make it pop Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) We up, nigga! [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] ‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses Living life with no worries My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e M-Zone Rida Gang end the story Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari You so special, bedroom or restroom Just keep performing, go girl About to film a movie, guess who's starringEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Best Friend[Intro] Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape (I've waited I've waited Time went by But all I could do is cry Silly, silly) [Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend [Verse 1] First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin I kiss like the french do, I put my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different scenery just mean a different position In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly [Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend [Verse 2] While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk That's the swagger you come with when you come from New York I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets 'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit I get closer to you, I mean closer than close I get into you, after I take off my clothes Girl I been into you, mentally long before [Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friendEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wanksta[Produced by J-Praize] [Intro] Woo! Yeah It's 50 a.k.a. Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die And I ain't got time to waste Let's make it [Verse 1] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't no friend of mine (Yeah!), you ain't no kin of mine (C'mon!) What makes you think that I won't run up on you with a 9? (Uh-huh) We do this all the time (What?), right now we on the grind (Yeah) So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin' nicks and dimes (Uh-huh) Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine An ass like that gotta be one of a kind (Woo!) I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around to rhyme Been on parole since '94 'cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine The D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes [Chorus] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Verse 2] Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar (Uh-huh) Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta Now Shorty think I'ma sweat her (Uh-huh) sippin' on Amaretto (Yeah) I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better She look good, but I know she after my cheddar She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gon' let her Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doin' the same old two-step Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out 'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out [Chorus] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Bridge] Me I'm no mobster, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman (Yeah), me I'm just me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actor But it's me you see on your TV [Verse 3] 'Cause I hustle, baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy (Woo!) By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets When you play me close for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin' they gon' murk 50, how? We ridin' 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR-15's Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh? [Chorus] You say you gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Outro] Aha! Damn, homieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ghetto Qu’ran (Forgive Me)[Produced by Trackmasters] [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] 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 See, Preme 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 Just 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] 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 againEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hustler’s Ambition[Sample: Maze] Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there, you're there Oooh I need you Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there, you're there Oooh I need you [Intro - over Sample] Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, it's real shit, feel this [Verse 1] America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle The women in my life bring confusion and shit So like Nino in "New Jack," I holla "Cancel that bitch!" Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do' O after O, you know? Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin' Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine And I'll buck you (Buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) [Verse 2] Yeah, I don't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks And black talons start flying when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me Man my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit Send me them seeds, I'll grow them what they need Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it I sell anything I'm a hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you it's wine If you analyze me, what you will find Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or a spot, I'd be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me wherever that dope be Getting money man [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine And I'll buck you (Buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) [Verse 3] It's the Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' The drama means nothing, it's part of the game Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains I upgrade from dirty "BS" to clean VS Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite your ass out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me Racist, pointing at me, "Look at Niggaraci" - hello [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine And I'll buck you (Buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Rich Town[Chorus: Joe] They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven That corner every 15 minutes they moving seven Pure snow, bag it then watch it go Occupational options, get some blow or some hoes Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack Fuck it, man, in the mean time go ahead and pump a pack This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, that 62 on my count I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her ''baby, I love it'' You're my inspiration, you're my motivation You're the reason that I'm moving it with no hesitation [Chorus: Joe] They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while I make a move Manuever around the rats and wolves, I'm from the school Of hard knocks, shots pop, bodies drop Graveyard, pick a block cause niggas want your spots I'm trying to stack shit then I go legit Hollow tip, stuff 'em in a clip case niggas trip My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties I'm supposed to lose, watch me win against the odds All I got is my word, balls and my instinct I'm trying to make it, we already made it my friends think We already on top, I got a bigger plan No more controlled substances or hand to hand White collar visions, game changing mission Big risks, big wins, equal bigger living Perfect position, watch me transition From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky [Chorus: Joe] They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m the Man (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent] I came in the world cryin' and fussin' Nigga, we ain't have nothin' Every ghetto I know the same We tryna make a little change Preacher man come around talkin' I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin' I'ma put the powder in the pot Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot Imagine when I pull it off the lot New shit come without a top Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop [Interlude: Chris Brown] I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Ayy, came in the game gettin' money Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money Niggas get to playin' with the money Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money They love to see a nigga on the bottom Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low A nigga plug bless a nigga with a hoe Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay Shawty wanna fuck with me Strippin', yeah, the jiggy, nigga Later, she gon' hit my line We ain't gon' waste no time She suckin' and we fuckin' like she need me While she make a bankroll easy All the light in the room from the T.V. We gettin' it on then I'm gone It's the type of shit that a nigga be on [Pre-Hook: 50 Cent] Too much on my mind right now I'm on the grind right now Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my .9 right now Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now I ain't fuckin' round right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that [Hook: Chris Brown] Bitch, I'm the man Ho, I'm the man You know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man Ho, I'm the man You know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man Ho, I'm the man You know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man Ho, I'm the man You know I'm the man [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Came in the game gettin' money I fuck with all the bitches gettin' money But you love playin' games with the corny shit Messin' with a nigga, only bought it 'cause I want it You love to see a nigga at the bottom You tried to come up, you don't keep it on the low They like a drug, don't like you to call them hoes I'm tryna break a booty down like 36 O's I think I love a big fat A-O-D, make that bitch cum for free Look at mommy shake it, I'ma call her, she gon' hit my line, fall in love every time But if I don't pay, she gon' leave me, never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces And I believe it, I ain't think this shit was easy, who am I now? [Pre-Hook: 50 Cent] Too much on my mind right now I'm on the grind right now Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now I got my .9 right now Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now I ain't fuckin' round right now Better get in line right now Or fuck around and die right now Hope you understand that [Hook: Chris Brown] Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man [Outro: Chris Brown] Know I'm the man, hoe I'm the man Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Window Shopper[Intro] Ohh! The top feel so much better than the bottom So much better [Chorus] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from So I don't cruise through nobody hood without my gun They know the kid ain't gon' fall for all that bullshit Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game, who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin' [Chorus] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 2] Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off After that five hour flight from New York I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang." She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin' Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride byEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heat[Intro Skit] Man 1 : Aye, you want some of this shit? Man 2 : Naw, I don't want that shit Man 1 : I don't give a fuck. I don't play that shit, and I'm finna' buss a cap in a nigga Man 2 : Man, shut the fuck up! Whoa! Slow down, slow down, slow down! You see that brick house right there? That's the nigga crib. When he come out you gotta tighten his ass up. I'ma get in the other car. Aight Car revs up Gunshots [Chorus] If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping I'ma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing [Verse 1] Keep thinking I'm candy 'til ya fucking skull get popped And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leaking When that window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya little handgun till you run out And you can run for ya backup But them machine gun shells gon' tear ya back up God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that 'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause you moved out the hood 'Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me 'Cause I get tired of looking for ya Spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me [Chorus] If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping I'ma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing [Verse 2] My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga, you know the streets talk So there'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts, I done been in 'em by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter finna get shot, it won't do him no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rains Oh, you a pro at playing Battleship? Well, this ain't the same Little homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains [Chorus] If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping I'ma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing [Bridge] After the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot, I suggest you don't go testing me (testing me) All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessing me (blessing me) Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (recipe, recipe) [Outro] Yeah, ha ha, aye Dre You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker 'Cause the windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga 'Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga 'Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof, nigga But the Doc said if I get hit, I might get a fucking concussion But better that than a hole in the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If I Can’t[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (Yeah) Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em (Uh-huh) Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines (Brrat!) Tell niggas, get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh) And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (Woo) You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk After being hit by the pump—is that what you want? Be easy, nigga—I'll lay your ass out Believe me, nigga—that's what I'm about Gangsta! You could find a nigga sitting on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) [Verse 2: 50 Cent & Dr. Dre] I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (Woo) You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him (Yeah) React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting (C'mon) 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?" Oh no, look who crept in with the .44 Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros (Uh-huh) Eastside, Westside, niggas know, yo, I'm loco (Yeah) Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain G-Unit! (Yeah) We get it popping in the hood G-Unit! (Yeah) Motherfucker, what's good? I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act (Uh-huh) I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map With the MAC, thinking it's all rap Till that ass get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" It's a wrap, nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop (Uh-huh) I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (Ahh) I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? (Yeah) When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines (Uh-huh) Get locked up, they read books to pass the time (Woo) In the game there's ups and downs, so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine (Unh-uh) This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the dropout who made more money than his teachers Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am; you can like it or love it It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, fuck it! [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done (Haha) Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top (Yeah) For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) [Outro: 50 Cent] Uh-huh I'ma make it hot Dr. Dre Aftermath Shady HahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back Down[Intro] Woo! Yeah G-G-G-G-G-Unit (G-Unit) Ha ha [Hook] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down [Verse 1] Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must cease existing, little nigga, now listen Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin' Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase 'em Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha ha, pussy [Hook] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down [Verse 2] "The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja little punk ass thinking out loud Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggas they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood I'm back better than ever on top of my game Even them country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own bad guy [Hook] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an O.G You ask about me, the young boy don't back down [Verse 3] I ain’t gonna' tell nobody you pussy I ain’t gonna' tell nobody you getting extorted I've been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh? You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, nigga I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you) I know, I know [Outro] Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture They better not put they hands on Jeffrey Okay, just first of all, they do not know that I am a 12 degree pink belt Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What Up Gangsta[Intro] G-Unit (Bo!), we in here (Bo!) We could get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! Bo! Bo!) It's going down (Bo!), 'cause I'm around (Bo!) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down, down [Chorus] What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? [Verse 1] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Nah, that's a semi-auto, in a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might wanna play in court But I'll hunt a duck nigga down like it's a sport Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-butt you or buck you You getting money, I can't get nothin' with ya, then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah) D's come, we dump the diesel in battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle [Chorus] Blood (What?) What up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around [Verse 2] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder In December, I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path, I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas [Chorus] What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? [Outro] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play aroundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy How to Rob[Produced by Trackmasters] [Intro: The Madd Rapper & 50 Cent] Yo, yo, yo, yo, you know who this is, boy, for real The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying? R.I.P., B.I.G, nigga, R.I.P P.A.C R.I.P.—Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D Don't take this shit serious, we just bugging the fuck out One time But y'all can take it how y'all want it, word [Verse 1: 50 Cent] The bottom line is: I'm a crook with a deal If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street These industry niggas is starting to look like something to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, ''You want to see her again? Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM'' I have dreams of fucking an R&B bitch But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight? I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel on my nine Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man" Mason Betha, haha Come up off that watch now, I mean, right now The only excuse for being broke is being in jail An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell I'd rob O.D.B., but that'd be a waste of time (Yeah) Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold—like four mil? He got something to live for (Uh-huh) Don't want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll manhandle Case like "Dope, get on the ground You ain't with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now?" I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now, I'm bent, and when I get like this, I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece and run (Uh-huh) This nigga weigh four hundred pounds—how he gon' catch me, son? Huh? [Hook: The Madd Rapper] This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Word) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound Like, "You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down" I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before (Uh-huh) That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!" (Yeah) Had Da Brat with em, should've had his gat with him DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell, homie I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ, but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take niggas' jewels and leave (Uh-huh) Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings (What) Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up Fuck the cab, the coroner's picking 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga, I saw you He said, "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all; he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep "One at a time, get out and take off your shine" Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's mine? I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens (Yeah) I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee That nigga still eating off Big first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enough—I told him, "Gimme some more" If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people, what! [Hook: The Madd Rapper] This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Word) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh) So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? [Outro: The Madd Rapper] Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying? And for real, you know what I'm saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch It really don't matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down 50 Cent ain't fucking around Trackmasters ain't fucking around Crazy Cat ain't fucking around The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around You know what I'm saying? So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses 'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or notEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Push Me[Produced by Eminem] [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading 'cause I know where I've been The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something Come through your strip fronting, stunting It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners Haters hate that I'm winning Man, I've been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping 'Til my clip is empty, I'm simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling [Chorus: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me I aim straight for your head so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me I aim straight for your head so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry Too young to understand the consequences of a man Living a lie, I gotta get that money I'll be damned if I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny 20 years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bong cause I need it These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried Laying with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gonna call my number Under my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion My blood is colder so I'm bolder Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier [Chorus: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me I aim straight for your head so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me I aim straight for your head so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy [Verse 3: Eminem] These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV What you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags living fantasies Fronting like it's all fun and games 'til they shoot 'em up bang And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing I'ma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers There's no way I'ma back down like a god damn coward I can't, how would I look as a man bowing to his knees? Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at 'em, please Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you martial I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts A whole 'nother side I wanted to not show you So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jell-O 'cause [Chorus: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me I aim straight for your head so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me I aim straight for your head so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy [Outro: Tony Yayo] Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking overEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life’s on the Line[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 sixEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just a Lil’ Bit[Intro] Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin' that back Girl shake that thing, yeah work that thing Let me see it go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang When you make it go round and round [Verse 1] I step up in the club I'm like "Who you wit?" G-Unit in the house, yeah that's my clique Yeah, I'm young, but a nigga from the old school On the dancefloor a nigga doin old moves I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do I hit your ass up boy, I done warned you Better listen when I talk nigga, don't trip Yo' heat in the car, mines in this bitch I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on I'mma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go Then I'mma get in shorty ear and I'mma let her know [Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil' bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit We can head to the crib in a lil' bit I can show you how I live in a lil' bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit [Verse 2] This is 50, comin' out your stereo It's hard to tell though cause I switched the flow Eyes a little low cause I twist the 'dro Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get your bitch, she on me dawg She musta heard about the dough Not Captain c'mon and Save-a-Ho I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain Number one on the chart all the time mane When the kid in the house, I turn it out Keep the dancefloor packed that's without a doubt But shorty shake that thang like a pro man She backed it up on me I'm like "Oh man" I got close enough to her so I know she could hear System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear [Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil' bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit We can head to the crib in a lil' bit I can show you how I live in a lil' bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit [Bridge] Baby you got me feelin' right, you heard me? My momma gone you can spend the night, you heard me? I ain't playin' I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me? Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon, ha ha [Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil' bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit We can head to the crib in a lil' bit I can show you how I live in a lil' bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit [Outro] All a nigga really need is a lil' bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit We can head to the crib in a lil' bit I can show you how I live in a lil' bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit Get to lickin' it, a lil' bitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy High All the Time[Produced by DJ Rad, Eminem & Sha Money XL] [Intro] Hey, you wanna hit this shit? It's that green tongue, Cali bud [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Verse 1] Every time I roll up, niggas holla, "Roll up!" Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money You ain't smoking in my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man, you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em girls, Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Bridge] Now if you heard I done started some shit It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye [Verse 2] I get high as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans Now let me show you how to greet me When you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" There's no competition, it's just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Verse 3] Now, who you know besides me Who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines? You don't want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Outro] G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, comeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Romeo No Juliet[Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] Ayo, quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Hey ho, get back to twerkin', back to workin' (Yeah) Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' (Woo!) Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' (Come on) Them bottles is poppin', bitch, the mall is callin' us Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around, bitch, shit is for real (For real) Quick makin' a stack, bag make us a mill, I mean, get us a deal (Come on) Bitch, fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel? On the social network when they say a nigga really ain't got no chill [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both] Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo) Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh) She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh) She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah) She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' We pimpin' nigga [Verse 2: Chris Brown] P.I.M.P., who the shotta them? I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him Have the homies come through, 400, that be the block (Fruits) Tag yo' shit, we goin' up on the Instagram Higher than a ceilin' fan I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen I'm flyin' shit out the window like I was Peter Pan I handle my own shit, I own shit Alone shit, middle finger to the middle man Anybody that can get it when they want it Finger fuckin' bitches, she gon tell me when she cummin' 50 in this bitch and I ain't askin' him for nothin' That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin' Mo' money mean mo' problems If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him Boy, I'm simply, a P.I.M.P And I'ma let it go 'til the clip go empty (Wow!) [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I'm gettin' big money, starting to get hard to keep a nigga from hatin' (Yeah) I’m with a white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial datin' (Haha) This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, a nigga sit on suede (Come on) Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch, I got it made (Ow!) We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page (Yeah) You know boy in the hood'll have you runnin' like Ricky from the 12 gauge You know my bottom bitch, I done told her how to break a nigga 12 ways A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away You hear my name on the street, circulatin', you heard I'm cakin' (Mmm) These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolatin'? (Yeah) I got game for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down So a ho feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both] Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo) Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh) She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh) She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah) She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' We pimpin' niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When it Rains it Pours[Intro] Yeah, it's 50 One shot, one kill, what's the deal Yeah, what's the deal [Chorus] Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours [Verse 1] Ain't nothin' changed, niggas doin' the same ol' shit Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips In the projects, niggas fuck with the same ol' chicks And somehow, they still think they game's so sick Now from the rip, niggas know I'm 'bout my grip I don't trick, man I barely even feed a bitch She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you bitch" Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit! Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'ma get her She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga? She just mad, cause a nigga pockets on swole When she ask to borrow some, I say, "Hell naw!" I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit To keep yo' mind on yo' money And don't trust no bitch Ke Ke hit high notes, when them pigs came But her ass kinda fat, so niggas treat her the same This is real [Chorus] Lil' homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours [Verse 2] Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot When homicide outside, nigga I'm not This the third time them niggas done circled the block It's money down now, yeah, but damn it's hot They'll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale They say, "tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail" Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge And say what's happenin' to the captain And what's up to the sarge Fuck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild irish rose on the curb I know a spot full of niggas tryin' to bet a few bucks Hopin' they number come out, they can have 'em some luck Two Ace to the deuce, and stumbled off mad Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars And do pull ups in the park, on the monkey bars Mad as fuck [Chorus] Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours Get caught in lead showers just because Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours (Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off While it thunders and rains)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ayo Technology[Produced by Danja & Timbaland] [Intro: 50 Cent] Somethin' special Unforgettable 50 Cent (Cent) Justin ('tin) Timbaland ('land) Goddamn, damn [Bridge: 50 Cent] She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that it's right here for her I wanna see her break it down (Yeah) I'm ballin', throwing money 'round [Verse 1: 50 Cent] She a working girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money-money, she make it, make it Look at the way she shake it, shake it Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it Have you lusting for it, going crazy, face it Now don't stop, get it, get it The way she shake it make you wanna hit it Think she double-jointed from the way she split it Got your head fucked up from the way she did it She so much more than you used to She know just how to move to seduce you She gon' do the right thing and touch the right spots And dance in your lap 'til ou ready to pop [Bridge: 50 Cent & Justin Timberlake; Justin Timberlake] She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her On the late night, 'til daylight, the club jumping If you want a good time, she gon' give you what you want Let me talk to you [Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smoke's got the club all hazy Spotlights don't do you justice, baby Why don't you come over here? [Chorus: Justin Timberlake] You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me? Ayo! I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her [Post-Chorus: Timbaland] Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you, girl [Verse 2: 50 Cent; 50 Cent w/ Justin Timberlake; Justin Timberlake] Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop I make it rain for her so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In the fantasy, it's plain to see Just how it be, her and me Backstroking, sweat soaking all into my satin sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch 'til the club close Watching her do her thing on all fours Now that—that there should be 'gainst the law From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down Know I like when you're hype and you throw it all around Different style, different mood, damn, I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I'll do to you Let's get it poppin', shawty, we could switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen Let me talk to you [Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smoke's got the club all hazy Spotlights don't do you justice, baby Why don't you come over here? [Chorus: Justin Timberlake] You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me? Ayo! I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her [Post-Chorus: Timbaland] Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy U Not Like Me[Intro] NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on that's who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfucking clique, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfucking snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse 1] These niggas wanna shine like me (Me) Rhyme like me (Me) They don't walk around with a 9 like me (Me) They don't want to do it 3 to 9 like me And ain't strong enough to take 9 like me Ayo, you think about shittin' on fifty, save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David's I teach niggas sign language, that ain’t deaf, son [click click] you heard that? That mean run Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stunt on, pa Pull through, I throw a fucking cocktail at ya car From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face It's nothing, I can go after Mase fan base Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doc to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth [huck-too] spit it out I don't smile a lot 'cause ain't nothin' pretty Got a purple heart for war and I ain't never left the city Hoes be like "Fiddy, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy You got fat while we starve, it's my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn Won't learn [Chorus] If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me [Verse 2] Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand Don't think I'm crazy 'cause I don't fear man 'Cause I fear when I kill a man God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan? I been could've killt these niggas, I'm still waitin' In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors 32 karats in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1 Hold me down, nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waiting for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga, don't knock me You need some shit with a banana clip to try and stop me I'm the one [Chorus] If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me [Verse 3] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back Good die young, I ain't eligible for that I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stay in some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range with a Glock, I shoot better than Kobe See a nigga standing next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon' blow me See the flow is like a .38, it’s special y'all A country boy tell 'ya "I’m finna to blow" I’m more like a pimp than a trick, you know You see, I’m in this for the paper, but I don’t love the hoes Niggas broke in the hood worryin' about mines Grown ass men wearing starter kit shines You know 'em little pieces with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossipin' start, I'm always the topic You too old for that shit, dawg, won’t you stop it? Shorty, I've been watching you watching me Now you tell me what you like more, my watch or me? Ha ha [Chorus] If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’ll Whip Ya Head Boy[Chorus: 50 Cent] I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back Thats four niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say, "Fuck all these niggas" Then I start thinkin', 'I should rob all these niggas' Man, my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat too Let's ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street With the shine's on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move We come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this cake Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe But she don't know it, damn, okay, we'll wait I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you That the nine will jam right in my hand [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed [Verse 3: Young Buck] I got his homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down Niggas be gettin' killed everytime you come around We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground She askin' God, "What my baby done did now?" I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Gimme that) Fuck waitin' we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault March nigga step, right nigga left G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' 'til my death [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Major Distribution[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin', go tell the Crips I’m Blood Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuck I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas Come through 2012 XJ on niggas I'm an apex predator, nigga, I'm stronger Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off? Why the fuck would you be repeating that? Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jay? I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw I got that morphine memories, I've been breaking the law I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas I smoke all these niggas for this bread [Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah I'm trying to put this shit away on the low I need a hit a day, think you better get away From my, oh, my, I got a birdie that'll fly From Cali to Kingston, back to NY Snoop's smash the kush, from 5 to 9 Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal G's with the trees and the C's on my level 5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G's I got it, always kill, always will Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that? [Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] 5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin Guess that's the life of a yay' flipper Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I’m gonna split it The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet Less Soda, more water, stretching like it's elastic Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie. Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Get Money[Produced by Apex] [Intro: Audio Two & 50 Cent] I get money I— I get money I— I get— I get— (Fifty!) I get— I get— [Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I took quarter waters, sold it in bottles for two bucks Then, Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions—what the fuck? Have a baby by me, baby—be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes—who the fuck cares? (Ow!) I'm stanky-rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit Southside's up in this bitch Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope I did play the block, now I play on boats (Yeah) In the south of France, baby, Saint-Tropez Get a tan, I'm already Black; rich, I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle, rat, shit, fuck the chitter-chat (Ooh, ooh!) I'm the baker, I bake the bread; the barber, I cut your head The marksman, I spray the lead, I bloodclaat-chop your leg Do not fuck with the kid I get biz with the Sig, I come where you live—you dig? (Oh!) [Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new, though I got rid of my old bitch; now, I got new hoes (Woo!) First, it was the Benzo; now, I'm in the Enzo Ferrari—I'm sorry, I keep blowing up (Oh!) They call me the cake man, the strawberry-shake man I spray the AR, make your whole clique breakdance (Yeah) Backspin, head-spin, flatline, you're dead, then Nine shells, Mac-10—who wan' get it cracking? I was young, I couldn't do good; now, I can't do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag? I just buy the new Jag Now, nigga, why you mad? Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful They calling me cocky I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like "Blaow!, you like my style Ha, ha! I'm heading to the bank right now [Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) [Bridge: 50 Cent] Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York When I come out ofcourt, yeah, I pop the cork I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk (I, I get it) In the hood if you ask about me They'll tell ya I'm about my bread (I, I get it) Round the world if ya ask about me They'll tell you they love the kid (I, I get it) [Break: 50 Cent] Ho, hey (I, I get it) Ho, hey (I, I get it) Ho, hey (Yeah) Ho, hey (I run New York) Ho, hey (I, I get it) Ho, hey (I, I get it) Ho, hey (Yeah, yeah) Ho, hey (I run New York) [Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] I— I get money; money, I got (I'm back on the streets, man) I— I get money; money, I got (I'm bringing the heat, man) I— I get money; money, I got (I'm on my grind) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (Like all the time) I— I get money; money, I got (Tryna stop my shine?) I— I get money; money, I got (I'll cock my nine) I— I get money; money, I got (Don't get out of line) Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I said, "Don't get out of line") [Outro: 50 Cent] I, I get it I, I get it Yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Too Rich for the Bitch[Produced by London On Da Track] [Intro] That bitch there a door knob, nigga, we all get a turn Fuck you catching feelings for? I mean when your ass'll learn? That pussy community, community [Verse 1] While you be all in her DM, nigga I be all in that BM with her You be all in your feelings 'bout it Like "when I see him I'mma kill this nigga" I'm on three-way like, "you hear this nigga?" I should take the bitch back and clip the nigga Pussy make him not pay attention You punk bitch go with this nigga I throw bands, bitch, these hoes love me I fuck a bad bitch 'till she ugly Put the pussy in recovery I’m like, "now what you think of me?" Niggas goin’ out just to talk to these hoes Blowin’ big bankrolls on clothes Now they wonder where the money at Yeah, the motherfucking money that they had from the re-up gone I don't do no stalkin' I don't cuff no hoes, tell a bitch keep walkin' I don't do much talkin' Right now I'm flossin', I do this often Gotta flex on a bitch Tag team, I got next on a bitch (I got next) I ain't stressing a bitch But every now and then I blow a check on a bitch [Hook] Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it) Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah) Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it) Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah) [Verse 2] Shawty playin', she lame for that She ain't have to put a nigga name in that Beefin' over these bitches, not me Nah, nigga, I ain't came for that We don't talk to no pillows, nigga We brought all these bitches with us You act like you got all the hoes But all I see is niggas with you She don't like when you pullin' on her She like me, I'm pullin' up I act like I don't want her You act like you can't get enough That bitch there like dopeboys If you got money she goin' for it I drink that hoe, her head so good She gon' have you there like, "oh lawd" All this time you ain't on I done bought her shit you can't afford She take pictures with your money But you tell her she can't do it All you niggas don't panic I'm just tryna understand it I must take these hoes for granted Or you niggas just so romantic [Hook] Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it) Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah) Now do it, baby, do it, baby (do it, do it) Do it, baby, do it (yeah yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Piggy Bank[Produced by Needlz] [Chorus] Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Refrain] Man I’ll get at you! My knife cuts your skin I’ll get at you! Blow shots at your man I’ll get at you! 2Pac don’t pretend I’ll get at you! I’ll put that to an end [Verse 1] That damn shit is old, don’t be screamin’ “Get at Me Dog” Have you runnin’ for your life when I match ya part I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal A lil’ nigga hurt his arm, lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine I’ll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine C’mon on man, you know how I shine I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don’t hear no shots? That fat nigga thought “Lean Back” was “In da Club” My shit sold eleven mill’, his shit was a dud Jada’ don’t fuck with me, if you wanna eat Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homey in New York niggas like your vocals But that’s only New York dawg, yo’ ass is local [Chorus] Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Post-Chorus] Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money [Verse 2] Banks’ shit, sells; Buck’s shit, sells Game’s shit, sells; I’m rich as hell Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell He don’t want it with me, he in PC I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank For just a few pennies out my piggy bank Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203 Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see Looked at a picture and says she looks like me Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you, cuz First thing they say about you is you’s a sucker for love This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots After your next move I’ll give you what I got [Chorus] Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Post-Chorus] Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money [Outro] When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel I’ll get at you! Nigga I’m for real I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tryna Fuck Me Over[Produced by Scoop DeVille] [Intro: 50 Cent] Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh [Chorus: 50 Cent] I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me (You better watch your step) Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over Y'all tryna fuck me over (You better watch your step) Y'all always tryna fuck me over [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Niggas around me, yeah, they hit licks Mix a little red and yellow when they get lit Tryna turn up with a bad bitch Have her in the telly doin' freak shit (you better watch your step) Niggas sell a little bit of everythin' Rockin' Yacht-Master and the pinky rin' Flexing like "bitch, if you knew better" You fuck with a real nigga and you do better (You better watch your step) Shawty ass fat like she a stripper That wiggle when she walk make you wanna tip her Bartenders comin', yeah, they move quicker Twenty, thirty bottles to the rich niggas Everythin' cool when I'm in the room Come with two shooters, not a hunnid goons Nigga, don't trip, you don't want that Boy, you gonna fuck around and get your ass capped (You better watch your step) [Chorus: 50 Cent] I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over Y'all tryna fuck me over (You better watch your step) Y'all always tryna fuck me over [Verse 2: Post Malone & 50 Cent] Right before I came into this bitch hot Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop Spent my life tryna be a good guy Still people want to see me get, got Nothin' like it ever was before Hair fallin' out, I'm twenty years old Got a lot of stress, that you don’t know Still kick it like paint and this shit gold (You better watch your) Ayy, pull up in this bitch and I’m flexin' Jumpin' out the motherfuckin' Benz, yeah All these damn diamonds on my necklace Catchin' frostbite when I exit So goddamn cold, see your breath, yeah Hundred cigarettes then I exhale Thousand for these fuckin' Margielas (You better watch your step) Hundred thousand chains on my chest, yeah Ice on my rings, ice, yeah, you see me shinin' Two hunnid K in jewels this year, you can't tell me nothin' And I'm gone, I ain't never sober Me and 50 got shooters, if you tryna fuck me over, ooh (You better watch your step) [Chorus: 50 Cent] I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over (you better watch your step) I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over (you better watch your step)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Outta Control (Remix)[Intro: Havoc] It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit) [50 Cent] You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thing, you know I do my thing I'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok, bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house they're like, "Oh no" 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sipping on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burning that Backwood Styling and stunting, doing my two step fronting Now I'mma tell you what Em told me, homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough I get the club jumping, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's for sure I got the info you already know Man I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, let's go [Hook: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me for certain but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twisting In the club today for the chick to go both Ways, let me see that ID just for proof With the drink til the burn is gone Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make em sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some Pac shit these tricks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fucking with 50 it makes sense Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalor Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar Now If I don’t say nothin, let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starving So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Hook: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go, I bang, I shine I play, I stay I'm going for mine I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfucking project steps I'm cool, I'm calm you looking real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid, hold your head I'm known for gat popping, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just looking for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lying I'm trying my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Hook: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy P.I.M.P (G-Unit Remix)[Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country; think she like me cause I'm from New York? I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch: hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid Look baby, this is simple, you can't see? You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P [Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [50 Cent] G-G-G-mixxxx! [Bridge: Snoop Dogg] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P Doggy style in your mouth for the 2003 And y'all know I'm from the DPG F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected (And you know you're just a P.I.M.P!) Now what you know about me? [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong Your dead wrong if you think that pimpin' gonna die 12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side I'm down with that nigga 50 like I'm down with blue (We love you Snoop Dogg!) Yeah, I love you too G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down That's waiting on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm. Word They love it when I get to crippin' And spitting this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin' [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] You need to switch over and ride with a star It'll get you far I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb Got some tricks, but I ain't one I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run I let 'em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees I keep 'em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve I ain't gotta give 'em much, they're happy with Mickey D's, PIMP [Verse 4: Young Buck] We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (dirty dirty!) We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know That money make the world go round, so lets get mo' It's time to show these playas how it should be done You got pimp potential, you might/could be one, G-UNIT! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Outro: 50 Cent] In Hollywood, they say "there's no business like show business In the hood, they say, "there's no business like ho business" They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Places to Go[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, Shady Aftermath G-Unit! [Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] I got places to go (Uh-uh), got people to see (Yeah) The penitentiary ain't the place for me (No) I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (Come on!) I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) The penitentiary ain't the place for me (Not me, nigga) I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (50!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent & Eminem] You mistakin' me for somebody that you should be testin' You should be stressin', I'm finna fuckin' teach you a lesson (Yeah) Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin' Smith & Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin', escape lesson (God, damn!) Cappin' 'em, kept in my Benz, hot beginnin' to end (Woo!) Watch the 22's spin, my hoes they perfect ten (Come on!) I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win pretend to be friends At first you fail, try, try, try, try again I'm the best, don't you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, it's Shady Aftermath in yo' ass, bitch If it's not a classic, when it's done we trash it Flow I got it mastered, stunt and get yo' ass kicked, bastard (Yeah) When measures get drastic, Glocks made out of plastic Cock it, aim it, blast it, run nigga, now stash it (Come on!) [Chorus: 50 Cent] I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you [Bridge: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon I'ma drink 'til I get to that bitch (Come on!) Em and Dre gonna introduce me to the 'burbs They gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit (Break it down!) [Verse 2: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat Picture me startin' shit (Uh-uh), picture me bustin' my gat Picture police mad, they ain't got a picture of that Picture me bein' broke, picture me smokin' a stack (Aw, shit!) Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap (Uh-uh) Picture me blowin' up, now picture me goin' back (Woo!) To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back You wear a vest without a gat, you's a target, Jack (Uh-uh) Hustle hard, money stack (Woo!), sell that dope, sell that crack (Come on!) Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back (Yeah, yeah) 50 Cent, too much Henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here [Chorus: 50 Cent] I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you [Outro: 50 Cent] Ha-ha, man, I ain't' goin' to jail, not even to visit a nigga You wanna holler at me, you write me Matter of fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard up in the Mondrian (Ha-ha-ha) Ridin' 'round in one of Dre's Ferraris, nigga Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit ridin' down 8 Mile Road You know, to one of Em's joints and shit (Ha-ha) Ya heard? I got places to go, man, you know Shady/Aftermath, we finna start printin' money (He-he-he-he) Puttin' Em's face on these motherfuckin' bills, shit (Ha-ha-ha-ha) Ain't shit you can do about itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 9 Shots[Intro] Fifty, fifty Fifty, fifty Fifty, fifty Ferrari, Ferrari Ferrari, Ferrari Ferrari, Ferrari Shooter, shooter Shooter, shooter [Verse] I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong She said, “you mommy little man,” I said, “yep, uh huh” She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up It was welfare or hustlin', they killed her for that The first shot, bullet wound in my back I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up Now I’m on my own, mommy gone Sam said, “you a young boy, why your clothes look so old? You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole You need no new kicks, you need an O” Chop that, bag it, get right back at it That touched me, it hit me in my heart I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380 Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope Try to punk me and my gun smoke Look, I’m outta control, my gun go Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin' My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then My next girl was a pain in the ass I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me That’s nine shots, we just call it Fifty [Outro] Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us Mama said, mama said Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us Mama said, mama said Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn’t get us Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us That’s what mama said, that's what mama saidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Supposed to Die Tonight[Intro] Ah-ha man! Ayy you know where them niggas be at right? Take me to 'em [Chorus] All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm gonna ride tonight We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded I'm gonna ride tonight We smokin' (Uh-huh), straight loc'n, lockin' loadin' Somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 1] This is not new, I been in this position before Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door Different day, same shit, old MAC, new clip 32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I'll have 'em tongue-kissin' my TEC Go on, come, test me, pussy boy, don't try it Police response never fast enough to shots fired Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' with son 'Fore we find out where yo bitch get her hair and nails done It's elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row your boat, your blood forms a stream After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit You took that paper you take a life or yo life get took bitch Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel [Chorus] All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm gonna ride tonight We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded I'm gonna ride tonight We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin' Somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 2] In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit Big said, "Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper And pray for my downfall," I understand it all But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga I'm on that Kevlar vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit There's 81 one karat stones in my necklace I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan' kill me Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy When I come out to play, and my mob ain't with me You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me Homeboy, frontin' on me'll shorten your lifespan Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand Yeah! [Chorus] All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm gonna ride tonight We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded I'm gonna ride tonight We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin' Somebody gon' die tonightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hate It or Love It (G-Unit Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out My Melody" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me [Verse 2: The Game] I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya" First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo!" So niggas better get up outta mine For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth? Hahaha [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me [Bridge: 50 Cent] From the beginnin to the end, losers lose, winners win This is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change, it's stayin' the same [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is witcha' When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walking with a snub, cause niggas do a lot of slick talkin In the club 'til they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role model is gone snortin up his drug Bad enough they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat Now it's an RIP shirt in my coat Now I'm speedin, reminiscin Holdin my weed in, never listen If I see him I'mma lift 'em And maybe that'll even the score But if not, it'll be me on the floor [Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me [Verse 4: Tony Yayo] I started out at 15, scared as hell I took 30 off a pack and made them sales As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose Sippin Easy Jesus, rockin a leases My momma whipped me when she found my pieces I look back on life and thank God I'm blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest [Verse 5: Young Buck] You know I'm still nice with my cook game Look man, it's a hood thang; that's why I'm loved in Brook-lyn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time homey, I'm still all good Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check [Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Straight to the Bank[Produced by Dr. Dre & Ty Fyffe] [Intro] When I'm out in N.Y., boy, it's blunts and Phillies When I'm out in L.A., boy, it's wraps and Swishers Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit [Verse 1] I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo' faggot Doors lift up, I'm like Go Go Gadget See the shit I got on, homie, I'd hate too My Teflon on, boy, my government issue I'll hit your vertebrae, bullets rip through tissues Your wife on the futon hugging that Shih Tzu Homie, you a bitch, you got feminine ways Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's And got more whips than a runaway slave Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades When I made fifty mill, Em got paid When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid I ain't even gotta rap now, life is made Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy, mane [Chorus] I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) [Verse 2] I keep nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold Got it off the street movin bundles and O's Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll Breeze pass with the E-Pass, fuck the toll No more platinum, I'm wearing gold I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow That brings enough dough, it's never enough though Shit I need mo', new shit out the sto' Baby blue was old, fresh off the flo' Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war Make the purple bring the green in, fuck the law I'm oh so raw, I'm hot, I'm sure I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe, boy I set the club on fire I told ya I'm the general; salute me soldier [Chorus] I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) [Outro] Now work it out now, shorty work it out I wanna see you, break it down Now back it up now, you know what I'm about It's like a bank job I'm in and I'm out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out Now work it out now, work it out, work it outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Disco Inferno[Intro] One, two, three, let's go! [Hook] Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! [Verse 1] Go, go, go, 50 in the house Bounce, y'all already know what I'm about The flow sound sick over Dre drums, nigga I ain't stupid, I say Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa! Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic Girl, watch, I'm like bounce that ass, girl I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here Front in here, we'll thump in here, oh! So gutter, so ghetto, so hood So gully, so grimey, what's good Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club with the snub Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing, uhh [Hook] Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! [Bridge] Let's party! Everybody stand up Everybody put your hands up Let's party! Everybody bounce with me Sip champagne and burn a little greenery [Verse 2] It's hot! Disco inferno Let's go! You're now rocking with a pro I get dough to flip dough, to get more fa sho' Get my drink on, then get on the dance floor Look, homie, I don't dance, all I do is this It's the same two step wit a li'l twist Listen, pimpin', I ain't new to this, I'm true to this Pay attention, boy, I'll teach you how to do this shit You mix a little Cris' with a little Dom Perignon And a little Hennessy, you know we finna carry on I'm hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right We gon' be up in this bitch till we break daylight (daylight) [Hook] Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! [Verse 3] You see me shining, lit up with diamonds Cause I stay grindin', uh-huh Homie, you can catch me swooping Bentley coupin' switching lanes, haha If you see me rolling, you know I'm holding I'm bout my paper, yeah Nigga, I'm serious, I ain't playing I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G-Unit Next level now, turn it up a notch Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco Hands up on the dance floor, okay, let's go [Hook] Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl! Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New Day[Intro] It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living Let’s see ‘em try that Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy The working man is a tough guy [Chorus: Alicia Keys] Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me When I was feeling like Miller Lite and Ol' E But now I ride on some conscious shit I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments Only one I could have a problem with is myself That’s probably why my only competition is myself From today to tomorrow the Doc is just rocking the same drum Fuck the past, though I ain’t forgot where I came from I got the club rocking, uh I got your girl jocking, uh Me and Fif’ still in this bitch, bitch We goin' the distance witchu party people, come on [Chorus: Alicia Keys] Party people say, party people say Ayy It’s a new day It’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Ayy [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Now, you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better Or push the dough on the liquor store, see where it get ya But me, I got to be on top I said, me I get to be on top I got the street on lock I’m on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me Growing up in poverty ain't fill my heart with larceny Niggas ride, I don’t hide, I dump to get 'em off of me I’m a leader, look and see the natural born boss of me They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em I got ‘em; the competition, red-dot 'em It’s dinner time when the 9 come out It’s off with the chain, off with the ring Move, bang, off with ya brain [Chorus: Alicia Keys] Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye [Bridge: Alicia Keys] Marks on the wall It’s now or never at all I’m gonna give it my all Whether I rise or fall [Verse 3: 50 Cent] True story, I said I’d get rich or die trying I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine Nothing matters but the music, music my first love We paper chasing -- I’m always coming in first, cuz I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching Fuck that, losing ain't an option I’m sharp I’m on point The ink from my ballpoint Throwing out my pain I’m back on my A-game I’m focused, for me this is just another victory Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally [Chorus: Alicia Keys] Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Baltimore Love Thing[Intro] She loves me, she loves me not (Yeah) She loves me not [Verse 1] The fiends need me, I ain't around, they bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them shake I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag Take one hit and slide off to the Land of H, man When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me Now, you tryna leave me, you never live without me Girl, I'm missing you, come and see me soon Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon Now, put that needle to your arm princess, stick it in, relapse I'm back, bitch—don't ever try that All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke my heart, you dirty bitch, I won't forget what you did If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass starts smokin' But we have a bond that is not to be broken [Hook] We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be [Verse 2] Baby, you know, on the low, your sister been eyein' me I'm good-looking, so you know, soon, she be trying me Heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl But boy, oh boy, fucking wit me is a whole 'nother world After that first night she fall in love, then chase the feelin I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing" Kurt Cobain—we were good friends; Ozzy Osbourne, too I be with rock stars—see, you lucky I'm fucking with you I chilled with Frankie Lymon and Jimi Hendrix crew See, this is new to you, but to me, this ain't new I live the lavish life; listen, if the mood is right Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight I never steer you wrong; if you hyper, I make you calm I'll be your incentive, a reason for you to move forward Let's make a date, promise me you'll come to see me Even if it means you have to sell your mama's TV I love you—love me back; no one said loving me'd be easy [Hook] We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be (I love you) [Verse 3] I got you barefooted on glass, chasing a dove That monkey on your back symbolizes my love Your friends talk bad about me, bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional They talk to you when you up; when you down, they got nothing to say But when you call up, I come running, I always take the pain away They set you up to let you down; they crowned you prom queen They know 'bout me; behind your back, they call you a fucking fiend Can we just be alone so I can kiss and hug you? Push me inside you; no other man can love you like I do Call me Daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean, real good I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should It was written long before us; it was carved in a tree Forever, me and you, baby, we were meant to be There's more to life than laughter; what brought us together was fate And we'll be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes [Hook] We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can be We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl Fucking with me, you can be all you can beEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Still Think I’m Nothing[Intro: Jeremih & 50 Cent] Oh yeah Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit Ouuh Bongo By The Way [Chorus: Jeremih & 50 Cent] They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga [Verse 1: 50 Cent] If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due I prayed on it, God didn't say nothing back Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah If niggas want problems I'm sayin' this no problem I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em [Pre-Chorus: Jeremih] Look back Look where we started from It's all the beginning They ain't tell me why we come this far Now they feel it in the air When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars Driving down the boulevard I remember when... [Chorus: Jeremih & 50 Cent] They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out And I got all kind of money now Look what you made me Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (GOD!) From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars That shit in the duPont REGISTRY's in my yard Somehow the bullshit shifted Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted And I be like [Pre-Chorus: Jeremih] Look back Look where we started from It's all the beginning They ain't tell me why we come this far Now they feel it in the air When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars Driving down the boulevard I remember when... [Chorus: Jeremih & 50 Cent] They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy GATman and Robbin[Intro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Gee willikers, Gatman, they got me surrounded I'm on my way [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 1: 50 Cent] This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby Put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe But go 'head, you try me I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV I leave no witnesses when I ride, B You fuck with me, you'll see I react like an animal and tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder I'd major in art Niggas know I was wrapped too tight from the start But being a little off landed me on top of the charts (woo!) So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest Hammer cocked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger Anger'll change ya, and make you aim at -- and squeeze [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) [Verse 2: Eminem] Motherfucker, you retarded? You touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed We're walking away from a beef in which clearly you started I said we're walking away, did you hear me? You oughta be thankful that we ain't beefin' We’re still breathing and just leave it at (THAT!) 'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that BAT—mobile It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (BRRAT!) Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (ATTACKS!) Somewhere along the line it's like me and 50 made a (PACT!) He's got my back, I got his back (BACK!) It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins 'Cause when we beef we pull each other into the bullshit Like we're conjoined at the hip, this is unavoidable Some of the shit is squashable; some shit'll never boil over Some of it will just simmer at best if left alone But let it be known there will be no sitdowns With no Daves and 'Zinos There will be no peace discussions with me There ain't gonna be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit fucking with me and I'll gladly quit fucking with you Just spit your sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentioning me Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50 Or D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be Or we'll be (knock knock) with a [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Nigga, you get it twisted, you gon' get your wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it Got a money scheme, you plot it, you can count me in I'm with it You cross me, you gon' make a cemetery visit That's gangsta, you know me I talk 'cause I live it Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop, way up the block Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run call the cops This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I want it It's not a game, perfect aim You feel the flame up against your brain Man it's so hot, I'll make you wish it rained [Chorus: 50 Cent (Eminem)] I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’ll Still Kill[Chorus: Akon] Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking around [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me or you could catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line then nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your ass off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playing The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lines or get the message from the nine Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah [Chorus: Akon] Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking around [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Yeah, where I'm from death is always in the air, homie Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me I come creeping through the hood wearing Teflon Hit the corners, motherfuckers get left on Niggas know, if not, they better check my background Try and stick me I'll fill your back with MAC rounds Ask Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house Cross the line, boy, I'ma air ya ass out Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it cause I grind All across the globe like the world's mine, yeh [Chorus: Akon] Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking around [Verse 3: Akon] Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance And seen a MAC aiming at your head, man? Before you know it life is flashing, reminiscing And your body is dripping and full of lead, mane I done been there, I done copped that It ain't never been a question, I'm bout that Don't go there, you get clapped at And if you plan to fuck around and re-route that You'll never catch me riding around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I be long gone like The Ripper so [Chorus: Akon] Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to Kill, if niggas get to fucking around If niggas get to fucking aroundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Click Clack Pow Officer Down[Verse 1] It's on now, nigga Welcome to hell My hood, there's no telling What they do to you Across the street from Lucifer, he's only tough who... Stupid nigga, you be using the blame When the fif start to flame you'll be losing your brain [Bridge] And your boss is a bitch He snitched on Levar Junebug's a fucking flunky I don't trust him, either [Chorus 1] Eeney meeney miney mo Catch a piggy by the toe Click clack pow, officer down Eeney meeney miney mo Catch a piggy by the toe Click clack pow, officer down [Bridge] And your boss is a bitch He snitched on Levar Junebug's a fucking flunky I don't trust him, either [Verse 2] On the block, knocking down, taking shit getting real In the block takin streets, Spin head for the hills Now you talk that shit, but is you bout it dog Respect the full rank, you ain't know lil dog [Chorus 2] Eeney meeney miney mo If you catch a piggie when you get it let it go And get on down along the road Eeney meeney miney mo Eeney meeney miney mo Aaaaah Officer downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Best Friend (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent & Olivia] Ohhhh oooh!!! (Yeah! It's my tape man) Whoa Whoa oooh oooh oooh!!! (Listen to my tape) I've waited, yeah!!! (WOO!!!) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Can I be your best friend if you promise you'll be mine? (Girl promise you'll be mine) They say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now, girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend [Verse 1: 50 Cent] First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin' If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin' I kiss like the french then put my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different scenery just means a different position In the tub or on the sink, I improvise now listen In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love (Ha Ha) [Verse 2: Olivia] You said that I could call you whenever I needed someone to listen to me That's why I'm here standin' by your side cause you always come through for me So many others tried to be where you are but they just wanted to do me Glad you took your time and now I'm satisfied that's why I want you all to me [Hook: Olivia] Cause if you were my best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me baby) Can I be your best friend, I promise boy you'll be mine (Oooh baby be mine) I said he's just a friend, baby it's not pretend Either he is or he ain't my man, I said he's just a friend [50 Cent] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend [Verse 3: 50 Cent] While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought Separate, come on [Verse 4: Olivia] I'm not afraid to explore my body - oooh, gimme that feelin Now we can watch some TV or play a CD; baby that sexual healin' You tried to sing to me; you're never on the key, but you do it just to appease me I rather spend my time wastin' time with you; oooh wee you make it so easy [Hook: Olivia] Cause if you were my best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round all the time) Can I be your best friend, I promise boy you will be mine (Please baby be mine yeah!) I said he's just a friend (Oh Oooh!) Baby it's not pretend (No baby) Either he is or he ain't my man, I said he's just a friend [Bridge: Olivia] We been better than friends, for a long time Ain't no need to pretend, you'll always be mine We been better than friends, for a long time Ain't no need to pretend, you'll always be mine [Hook: 50 Cent] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friendEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Psycho[Intro: 50 Cent] I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared [Hook: 50 Cent] You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me I'll get to you A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo' Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest, I'll make a mess The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher 'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven The system I done been through, it is nothing new to it to me They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it [Hook: 50 Cent] You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry) [Verse 2: Eminem] Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid In the can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins Dead fetus is falling out all over, Jack is back again The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out? It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop 'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops [Hook: 50 Cent] You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry) [Verse 3: Eminem] Yeah, I'm as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me Killing so villainously Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers [50 Cent] It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead He must ain't know, but now we know how Shady the Math is Even murderous tactics get better with practice Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn [Eminem] Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn I'm debating mutilating the lady You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her - I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub [50 Cent] When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous Look deep in my eye, see many many men die I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai [Hook: 50 Cent] You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy UP! (Remix)[50 Cent] Bay Area! From the front to the back, from the left to the right side, we worldwide From the East to the West side, get it girl, that's right, let's ride She ain't gotta tell me she want it, she know I know that she with it She moan and groan when I get it, she tell me lick it, I did it She's a sexy thing Enough to make a nigga go crazy man, do crazy things We get to talkin' and touchin', we get to lickin' and stickin' Now, now you know what we doing, when you're around and we missin' We go through perfect positions, we get it poppin', now listen Too much pleasure to measure, she got the power to beat it Make her wanna give it to me in that major way Jack pot, jump shot, how a nigga fade away I mean way away, I be on that elite shit That HBK, heartbreak kid freak shit [Chorus] I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up [Young Jeezy] I'ma 'bout to call your bitch, cause she's scandalous I'm a pro with the wood, these niggas amateurs Make her bust a few times when I come through You can smoke a blunt and kick it like Kung Fu Goin' crazy on this pussy, on your nut too You done got 3 or 4, I'm tryna nut too She talk that shit she got a awful mouth Nigga hit her one time at the waffle house Right up in the IHOP But it definitely wasn't my spot Look at all these bitches, where the bad ones at? You know I hate a mad ho, where the glad ones at? I'm tryna dick some women when the club close Look at Jizzle, got the phantom full of club hoes Yeah, Jizzle in his baseball cap 'Bout to beat the pussy up, nigga baseball bat [Chorus] I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up [T.I.] Beat that pussy up, jab, jab, right hook Send her home to her man, let 'em watch The Notebook Shorty wanna hang, I'm a coat hook Split that thing down the middle of the roll up Shown up, Gucci down to the shoe lace Hundred carats in the chain, no fugaise Hoes still sweat a nigga on a cool day Them other sucker niggas fake as April Fool's Day And a rich nigga gotta pay, that(s) what you say I got bitches from the bay to the UK Thick with it, pussy sweet like Kool-Aid Run abroad, then I let her bust two straight No suitcase on the PJ runway Me plus two, thats a G4 three way I give her man a hard time He gotta soft six and I gotta hard nine [Chorus] I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Irregular Heartbeat[Produced by Medi and G Rocka] [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat [Verse 1: 50 Cent] We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit I want the bread, you want the bitch Come out your mouth slick I'll get you hit My niggas hungry, they hit a lick Fuck who you're with, niggas'll dump a clip We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid I caught a A1 felony on my last bid Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute Truth be told these niggas is hoes Once the shit set off, man, anything goes Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie If you ain't scared to die, nigga, why would you cry? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat [Verse 2: Jadakiss] 30 something and you ain't never open your mouth yet Social media is giving cowards an outlet See him in person, say something, I doubt that Rather get caught with it than get caught without that Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird Scared for so long it's all up in your nerves Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves And I'm killin' you first, if we ever do a purge And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible Nigga, you vaginal [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeat [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] Money for bail, money to bail Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales Kept fate when all hope fail Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin' Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings Up your security, Rida gang in the building [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga, you pussy, you scared I can hear your heartbeat Why the fuck would you come around here? I can hear your heartbeat Yeah, you know a dog sense fear I can hear your heartbeat You bark while we bite around here I can hear your heartbeatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hold On[Produced by Charli Brown Beatz] [Verse 1] I woke up this morning, this is insane Rich as a motherfucker, and ain't much changed Open my eyes, no surprise, I'm with a different bitch Different day, different ass, different tits Strap under my pillow, I done went legit I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget The true principles of life are supply and demand Guess if you never sold dope it's hard to understand My man got knowledge of self and my back, God Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off My temper volatile, grew up a violent child Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you're up I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics [Chorus] We came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up, hold on Hold on These niggas, they watching every dime we make Hold up, hold on Hold on [Verse 2] We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view Instead we get the D's in the rear view We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed It's not a big deal to me, stay calm I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I'll get it done Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one Used to do graffiti, now look we major Don't make me write my name across your face with a razor Re-Up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency No lactose involved, pure coca leaf You can sniff that or cook that to my belief That money coming in like we run the streets [Chorus] We came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up, hold on Hold on These niggas, they watching every dime we make Hold up, hold on Hold on [Verse 3] This shit go how I said, go when it's time to expand So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan You a gangster for real, you ready to ride? Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined We don't want your block, just cop your work from us Those niggas you call allies can't be trust That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff On the phone I heard 'Ya smacked the shit outta a kid Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end If they ever say we lose, I start it again That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit [Chorus] We came from nothing, now they saying we straight Nigga, hold up, hold on Hold on These niggas, they watching every dime we make Hold up, hold on Hold onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy So Disrespectful[Intro] I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful [Verse 1] Your daddy fucked your momma then fucked your sister Then climbed in your bed playing with your shitter Go 'head, take your belt off and hang yourself Matter of fact, grab your strap and bang yourself Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond I'm a big dick, you know, the one everybody on You 'gon make me sing ''Murder Was the Case'' Bullets ricochet, *ping ping*, shoot the star off your face I'm international, I'm never home, mane I've been gone so long my accent changed You better watch who you fuck with, mate Or you gon' make me carve your ass up now straight Come on, Game, you will never be my equal Your homies shoot doors, my niggas shoot people See, me, I'm what you never gon' be I'm in that tax bracket you never gon' see [Chorus] When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful [Verse 2] That nigga Buck like Gator, tell momma he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pimp C Man, keeping these motherfuckers rich ain't easy Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy And his CDs didn't sell like his CDs Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on them breezies Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy Look, I don't give a fuck, nigga, please believe me No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy They say, "50, nah, don't fuck with him, he oh so greasy Yeah, he used to share that paper, now he oh so greedy" It's funny how they shit on me 'cause them, they need me See, me, I'm number one, I'm loading up my gun I catch you and you done, you pussy, nigga, run [Chorus] When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful [Verse 3] They say first comes love, then comes marriage Instead, I got Shaniqua in a baby carriage Then came the cash, then the baby mama drama I gave that bitch a half a mill', she blew it on Prada I remember when I met the bitch and she ain't have nada Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit Man, I can't even flaunt shit 'cause everybody want shit Everybody mad, damn, even my dad And I don't even know him, now how the fuck I owe him? I ain't giving nobody shit, I'ma show them I gave Game hits, he told me to suck dick Start screaming "Westside" and Dre ain't say shit Now we just eat off him and when I talk to Em A smile comes on his face, he told me "Here's the case" Enemies stay enemies but friends they change Niggas go crazy over money, my mane [Chorus] When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectful See, I get so disrespectful So, so, so disrespectfulEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Baby by Me[Produced by Polow Da Don] [Hook: 50 Cent] Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire [Bridge: Ne-Yo] I don't play no games (I don't play no games) So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang) Come see what I mean (see what I mean) See what I mean, oh (see what I mean) I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on) Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone) Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean See what I mean, come see what I mean, come on [Verse 1: 50 Cent] First is her neck, yeah, then her back Me I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl, I'll perform for ya like a porno star 'Til you've had enough then I just need a little bit more New music, new mood, new position New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin' I could paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya I’d work that, murk that, just the way you like it, baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe Your sex drive it match my sex drive Then we be moving as fast as a Nascar rides Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You could feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tongue, baby, a little sprung maybe I had your head spinning saying ''50 so crazy'' [Bridge: Ne-yo] I don't play no games (I don't play no games) So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang) Come show me, see what I mean, see what I mean See what I mean, oh (see what I mean) I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on) Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone) Come show to me (see what I mean) Come see what I mean, see what I mean, see what I mean [Hook: 50 Cent] Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (oh) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (come see what i mean) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh) Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Come see what I mean) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh) Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Yeah, yeah, oh) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Girl, I want you to give me what you got then give me more Baby, you could start on top or all-fours You know I like it when you get in to it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel a rush from my touch Get intoxicated, drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on the regular Tell me what you want, shawty, and that's what I'mma get to ya Yo, I need you to be what I need more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me a reason to breathe I need you, I'm telling you so now you know what I need I'll be your part time or full time lover, significant other Don’t matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl, you could get it however you wanna get it I’m feeling you, still I'm feeling you right now, I'mma get it [Bridge: Ne-Yo] I don't play no games (I don't play no games) So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang) Come show me, see what I mean, see what I mean See what I mean I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on) Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone) Come show to me (see what I mean) Come see what I mean, see what I mean, see what I mean [Hook: 50 Cent] Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Poor Lil Rich[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie? My watch saying "Hi shorty, we could be friends" My whip saying "Quit playing, bitch, get in" My earring saying "We can hit the mall together" Shorty, it's only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas, y'all know my style Your wrist "bling bling", my shit "bling blaow" My pinky ring talk, it say "Fifty, I'm sick" That's why these niggas is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man, he gon' bump my shit See, I'm a liar, man, I really don't care (I don't care) I tell the hoes whatever they wanna hear You tryna play me, I'ma blaze you then My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in [Hook] I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga [Verse 2] New York niggas copy niggas like it's all good Fuck around, be Crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bammer I'm from NY whoadie, but I know country grammar (Woo) See, me, I get it crunk, niggas go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out, I'm done (Yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad, chump (Uh-huh) Don't make me hit you up, these shells'll split you up I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get you up See, 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay with heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real gutter, man; the hood love me, man Don't make me show up in your crib like bruh-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing CO screaming, "Shut the fuck up!" in the bing [Hook] I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga [Verse 3] I'm in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday; Thursday, I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway (Woo!) Shawty, she could tell you 'bout my dick game (Yeah) But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work, man [Hook] I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Smoke[Intro: Trey Songz & (50 Cent)] Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl You know its Dr. Dre, girl (Dre, girl) (Its 50) And Trigga, yeah [Break: Trey Songz] Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from? 'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke All they smell is smoke The way your body roll, I'ma lose control 'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke All they smell is smoke [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Come on Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba Blue sapphires on days when she feelin' Hoover She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin', we smokin' My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around In the small of my back in case some shit go down Right under my Hermes, I'm hearin' the word is Me, I'm a P.I.M.P I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout Police comin', you like, put this shit out [Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent] You like smoke and you got me high You make a nigga want to get down High High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke and you got me high So high make your love come down High One time, have that ass turnt out Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now 100 degrees, that's with or without the top down But when she get to workin' her hips, you know the temperature rise Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs She like the stones in my cross, she flawless I'm thinkin' damn, why would God give one woman all this? You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me It's complicated, my occupation, pimpin' ain't easy Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks Back when I was pumpin' crack, now my cards are black Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs Luther said it: a house is not a home without her I had 'em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits Her wantin' is temporary 'cause for sure she gon' get it, wassup [Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent] You like smoke and you got me high You make a nigga want to get down High High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke and you got me high So high make your love come down High One time, have that ass turnt out Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke [Verse 3: Trey Songz] Everybody showin' the love when she at the door Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole I'm tryina get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that Got me addicted, I'm trippin', where the stash at? Baby, baby, don't you know? Faded, baby, just like smoke [Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent] And you got me high So high Girl, what the fuck you done to me? You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke and you got me high Ring the alarm it's on High Girl, what the fuck you done to me? Ring the alarm it's on You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke [Outro: 50 Cent & Trey Songz] Ring the alarm it's on Smoke, you're like smoke Yeah my nigga, wassup? Girl, you're like smoke, smoke Fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gotta Make It to Heaven[Produced by Megahertz] [Chorus] I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven [Verse 1] Some say I'm paranoid, I say I'm careful how I choose my friends I been to ICU once, I ain't going again First Z got murked then Roy got murked And homie still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt? I smell something fishy, man, it might be a rat Damn, niggas switching sides on niggas just like that You know me, I stay with a bitch on her knees And give guns away in the hood like it's government cheese Spray off Suzuki's, eleven hundred cc's No plate on the back, straight squeezing the MAC In the hood they identify niggas by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot I'll send Yayo to dump 30 shots on your block You should spray that TEC, nigga, if I say get it done I'll make you wet niggas if you 'round me son [Chorus] I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven [Verse 2] When I come through the hood, I don't stop to rap to niggas Get close enough to smack ya, then clap ya nigga Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass Point blank range I spazzed, pulled a bone on his ass Two weeks later niggas came through with MACs to lay me down They sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call: "Fifty what up?" "They sent a bitch at me, I sent the bitch back cut up" I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy Front on me you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy Cousin Twin shot up his mamma crib, now he in jail Tripping off flicks of Blu Cantrell, pussy, and black tail Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no mo' The shells from Twin's fo'-fo' blew the hinge off her door Without that check every month how she going to pay for the crib? Man, social service finna come and take them kids [Chorus] I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven [Verse 3] Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference In AA they make you say that That's the prayer they burn in your head when you in CASAT Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens But when we come home that don't mean we gon' fucking be friends The shells pass your head close enough to hear 'em whistle Thank God they missed you and go grab your pistol In the hood niggas running 'round acting crazy Buying little Air Jordans for maybe babies See it might be his and it might be yours Because them broads in the projects is straight up whores Man, it don't take much for you to get in them drawers You can have them on they back or on all fours You ain't got to tell me, you feeling this shit Because I hear what I'm saying, I know I'm killing this shit [Chorus] I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to HeavenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blood Hound[Intro: 50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent Get 'em Buck, man (Rrrrr, hoo!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fucking playing I move on you with that Mac, mane Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long Them niggas get laid out Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid That's when I start bringing them thangs out Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane When witnesses around they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit, mane My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang Come through here stunting you'll get popped at [Hook: 50 Cent] I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though [Verse 2: Young Buck] I came in this game knowing niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up You niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine-milli's You better stay in line, bro 'Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire, bro Right now we smacking 'em with platinum and they hate it 'Cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for I represent it 'cause I'm in it UTP until I'm finished, Juvenile, they can't stop us And I admit it, I live it I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper [Hook: 50 Cent] I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though [Verse 3: 50 Cent] My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me grinning And you hear niggas call me grimy They hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit I'm outta town, they can't find me When I come back around, man, I'ma back 'em down I run up busting that TEC, mane If you ain't got a gun and you can't fucking run My advice is you hit the deck, mane But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane 'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay And we'll come checking through your set, mane Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane 'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand? You's a fucking fake ass connect, mane [Hook: 50 Cent] I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get In My Car[Intro] Uh-huh Yeah Uh-huh Yeah [Verse 1] I'm a straight gorilla with it, cold-hearted killer with it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it (Yeah) I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through Mac-10, 32-shot clip in my snorkel (Uh-huh) I might smile and say, "What's up?" but I don't fuck with you niggas My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas (Woo) I'm on the edge, I'm just waiting on a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap—what you looking at, pussy? We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in I don't play, but I'm a playa 'til the motherfucking end [Chorus] I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh) I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha) And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh) I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes (Hahahaha) And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car [Verse 2] Don't tell me you don't know that, ah—I'm the shit Now, you better watch your girl, man, I leave with your bitch I ain't stunting these hoes, man, I'm 'bout my paper If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga, I'm gon' take her Backseat of my Jeep, fuck 'til I fuck up her makeup (Uh-huh) Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob (Woo) Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icy My game fuck with a bitch brain 'til she think she wifey (Yeah) Spent her life savings in a day, 'cause she likes me Committment from me, uhh... nah, not likely Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto something But then the next week, nah, man, it was nothing (Hahaha) [Chorus] I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car (Hahaha) I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh) I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car (Hahaha) [Verse 3] Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie (Uh-huh) They blood shot red, it's ganja in my system, I'm high First it's pain when you lust for love; then, it's smooth and calm Feel the rush, like a needle's in your arm (Uh-huh) It's a cold world, baby girl, loving me is not enough Find out when you fucking broke, love won't get you on the bus (Yeah) Man, you should see the pretty bitches that be sexing me They suck cock; to make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me (Woo) Hundred percent thug, freak, too, I'll taste your love 69's the position, your mouth's full, baby, huh? My conversation's so deep, I get in your head Next thing you know, you yawning, turning over, and I'm in your bed [Chorus] I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha) And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind (Uh-huh) I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes (Hahaha) And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car [Outro] Hahahaha Quit playing, bitch! Get in You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit Hahaha (Gunshots)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In My Hood[Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son they don’t want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray There ain’t a shell left in my heat Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood [Verse 2] I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race Cause a robbery could turn into a homo’ case Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em I’m observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running They make it harder and harder to pump on the block I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot? [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood [Verse 3] The house party off the hook until them shots go off Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up It ain’t good to do good in my hood *Click-clack, blam* You know not to do good now [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me But I don’t go nowhere without my strap In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don’t know how to act In my hood niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Like My Style[Intro: 50 Cent] I know you like my style You like how I break it down I know you like my style You like how I break it down I know you like my style You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? I'll show you how Wanna get rich? I'll show you how [Verse 1: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough The original don dada, nobody bomb harder Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot The hoodrats they say "He so crazy" The snitches they say "He tried to spray me" But that's what you get for trying to play me The aftermath of my wrath is so shady No matter how you try, you can't stop this I catch ya stunting in the Bentley Coupé cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket? Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit "50, you need some help?" Chill, Yayo, I got this See, where I'm from, man, the D's tryin' to knock us They swear to God that it's me selling the choppers Man, I ain't give them little niggas no product [Hook: 50 Cent] I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? I'll show you how I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? I'll show you how [Bridge: 50 Cent] The birds they say I got a way with words I be like "baby girl, I like them curves" If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve I'm a bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard [Verse 2: 50 Cent] From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G-Unit gang, can't another clique out there see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics 'cause they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood, they be trying to G us Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us Girlfriend quit pretending, I'm the nigga ya love And I ain't got to say nothing, you know that I'm thugging Put my hands on that ass and ya say that I'm bugging We family, baby, kissing cousins Now look what the riff raff done drug in For the cheese my degrees is hotter than ya oven I'm a New Yorker, but I sound Southern And we sip DP 'til the Don stop bubblin' After we play, ok, go to ya husband [Hook: 50 Cent] I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? I'll show you how I know you like my style But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down Wanna get rich? I'll show you how [Bridge: 50 Cent] Em said you gon' like my style Dre said you gon' like my style I said you gon' like my style You will like how I break it down [Outro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] You're not really, really ready, ready The drama'll have ya ass in trauma, boy You're not really, really ready, ready My knife flip open and then I gets to poking You're not really, really ready, ready Them shells start popping, them bodies gets to dropping You're not really, really ready You think you're ready? You're not Really, really ready, readyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Don’t Know Officer[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Hook: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggas snitchin' so much in the street That you gotta talk to them like they the police Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout settlin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, x, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass [Hook: Prodigy] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 2: Prodigy] Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away from me I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentiary All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work When the album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin [Chorus: Spider Loc Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead Have no idea what type of gun they done him with You see I hear no evil and I see no evil Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal I don't know why my name in your female's phone But you really startin to sound like a female holmes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get shit confused I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise Oops my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep [Hook: Mase] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 5: Mase] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks I don't know why niggas rap for years and can't make hotter music Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid Body drop, shotty pop, and niggas wanna tie me to it I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy Why them Harlem CB4 niggas just keep comin at me Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know [Hook: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy God Gave Me Style[Chorus] God gave me style, God gave me grace God give me style, God give me grace God put a smile on my face Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face God make me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one [Bridge] It ain't my fault, I just reach for style I'm hot, I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down The way I break it down [Verse 1] Listen, you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my CD's drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm a track star runnin' through life chasin' my dreams Best deal I made was tradin' the mic for that triple beam I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell? I need no answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl Don't much good come from me, but my music It's a gift given from God, so I'ma use it - yeah [Chorus] God gave me style, God gave me grace God give me style, God give me grace God put a smile on my face Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face God make me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one [Bridge] It ain't my fault, I just reach for style I'm hot, I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down The way I break it down [Verse 2] Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself Bunch of niggas around, I'm still by myself I drift off on a cloud, by myself Thinkin 'bout nothin more, than life - what else? These days it's hard to tell who really cares for me So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard when you hear it, know you'll be okay A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time You're out the hood, that's good, now stay on the grind I'm a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I ab-sorb fast I'm in a class by myself, you do the math [Chorus] God gave me style, God gave me grace God give me style, God give me grace God put a smile on my face Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face God make me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one [Outro] (It ain't my fault) yeah Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake (It ain't my fault) Creflo Dollar, TD Jakes Bishop Eddie L. Long. Easy-L shorty. Ha ha Wooo! Feels good Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Morton Cause my mama'll kill me, ha haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Crazy[Intro: PnB Rock] Made it ma! Top of the world! I'm going crazy I'm going out of my head [Chorus: PnB Rock] It feels like I'm going crazy Nothing can save me I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey I can't stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm exhausted, last night I lost it Let the homies get loose, I'm sure I'ma get the lawsuit Nana called, my granddaddy coughing up blood Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks I bet when he die, she die, just because They been together 60 years, that's what they call love Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand Then two kids and six years later, he's the wrong man I woke up this morning, really wasn't feeling myself Thought about suicide but me, I ain't killing myself My cousin Dory shot his girlfriend then shot himself in the head Before I shoot myself, I'm shooting everyone else kid My head aching, my hands shaking, I'm sweating bullets And it ain't even hot in this bitch, I'm going through it My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie I might need a straitjacket fit for me [Chorus: PnB Rock] It feels like I'm going crazy Nothing can save me I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey I can't stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head [Verse 2: 50 Cent] My favorite uncle Roc got twisted 'til that liquor gave him sugar Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver To me he’s still the man cause see me I still remember That lil’ snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass I got some money now so if I die before him, I'ma leave it to him He can have a fine nurse put that insulin needle to him Called my son twice, he ain't picking up the phone And Banks, me and him don't even talk no more You know cause of me, he ain't never have to sell crack Never used no knife or had to squeeze no strap But if I go tonight, I bet you I'm hellbound For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out [Chorus: PnB Rock] It feels like I'm going crazy Nothing can save me I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey I can't stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Then I was in the second row the second time Em married Kim Looking at Proof like, "How much you think this gon' cost them?" Feels like a set up, Shaniqua's being nice to me I rather a nigga just put a knife in me Than go through the emotions, the confusion and commotions Never die down in my head, they keep going It feels like I'm God's punching bag on occasions Amazing, on other days, I feel like I'm His favorite I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch Life without my old girl, I couldn't see that My grandpa was the strongest, then he broke down and I broke down I looked around like if shit go bad now, who I'm gon' go to now? That was his partner, see he knew everything about her Now he's saying he don't wanna live without her [Chorus: PnB Rock] It feels like I'm going crazy Nothing can save me I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey I can't stop staring out my window Choppa and my pistol I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-headEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Position of Power[Intro: 50 Cent] Ha ha ha! I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack, I got money, I got money! Ha ha ha.. [Refrain: 50 Cent] Aw nigga don't trip, I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aw nigga don't trip, you gon' make me get on some shit Run up on you quick, wet up your whip Aw nigga don't trip, you gon' get your monkey-ass hit Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique Aw nigga don't trip, in case you didn't know who this is It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aw nigga don't trip [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam' Murcielago, top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam Cruising, bumping Buck's shit, Ruger in my hand Thinking the East ain't enough, it's time to expand I plan to head out West and plant my feet down A nigga big as King Kong in the street now I do a little house shopping, and buy me a crib It's palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick Mama'd turn in her grave if I married a white chick But Becky'll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit Niggas be wearing fake shines, I'm rocking a lil' charm 30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm [Hook: 50 Cent] Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power You fuck around if you wanna [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Where I'm from you learn to blend in or get touched I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch Niggas know my steez, they don't fuck with me son You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's real laid back Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz You get the same shit for ten bodies you get from one cuz I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour Chrome and some wood grain You know a nigga still really tryin to move 'caine Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain't playing I'm up early with the birds, word, putting that work in Pirellis on the Porsche chirping, I'm making moves I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack [Hook: 50 Cent] Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power You fuck around if you wannaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Realest Niggas[Intro: Puff Daddy] Shadyville Entertainment Bad Boy collaboration [Uncredited vocals] I love niggas, I love niggas Because niggas are me And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot the shit But there's one thing about niggas I do not love [Notorious B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rip it quick And kicks it quick - you know how black niggas get With them hoods, fatigues; with the boots with trees Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy G's Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm bagging you, huh Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make them wet in their pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out That's a real nigga [Hook: 50 Cent] (x2) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo' sho'! [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya' Get mad do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A., because fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale Where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha-ha, yo chief, pass the buddha [Hook] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand Even my P.O., she called me "the Ginger Bread Man" I catch a new case, and tell her ass: "Catch me if you can" Don't let your people fill you up with octane, I'm not playing Get gassed up, to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it: thou shalt not fuck with, nor see Poppa 50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off proper There's no place like home, New York! New York! I run this city, and I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they're smacked silly Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they don't want drama really Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli In the hood they feel me {*Gun cock*} ha! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {*Gunshot*} Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch! [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m a Hustler[Produced by DJ Scratch] [Verse 1] Rule number one: Don't go against the grain Rule number two: Give respect where respect due Rule number three: If you get knocked, play games and say names The .45 will tear you out the frame It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get a fucking thing For me ain't nothin' changed, but the things my money bring My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail Who peoples got plenty money, actin' like they ain't got bail I feel for you niggas, gettin' shot while I'm sayin' this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall, gettin' chopped on chow lines An old timer schooled me, said: "Don't burn bridges, my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo' ass gotta swim" I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk in New York Me and shorty stood from afar and had a talk He said "I told him if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word Look at his hand, it's still shakin' - he had a lot of nerve" [Hook] If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler [Verse 2] Yo, when the Feds come in the game, loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin' feminine With the Feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke, you get ten, you'll damn near do nine I hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary, a liar is after my reality The streets I know'em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya' cheese Try to see three hundred G's before you see 300Z's Tree top to feel the breeze, coke connects for key's Yo' bitches sexin' me, take me to ecstacy Once I nut, I don't want 'em next to me If it's on, mother fucker, believe I'mma ride I'm the type to swallow my blood 'fore I swallow my pride Letters on my sweater read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin' with me from BKNY [Hook] If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler [Verse 3] They say I don't sound like a killer, well, how a killer sound? I bet I grab a 4-pound and back that ass down See many men live, baby, and many men die Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high Here's a jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same, friends always change I learned quick that there's more than one way to skin a cat You can get 'em in his face, dog, or down his back All bullshit aside now, its time to be honest I fear no man, for death is all that's promised I got niggas standin' in line, waitin' to hear me spit From '86 to '96 the game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the background dyin' to shine I hate you like fiends that ask me for a dime for nine Ain't nothin' changed in the game, but faces and names The state, the weight, the date and the jake [Hook] If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustlerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Outta Control[Intro] Yeah, Shady, Aftermath I guess you didn't know I be back for more Everybody's on the floor Goin', goin' outta control Set it off on yo' left, dog Set it off on yo' right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off! Ha-ha... (Set-Set it off) [Verse 1] Sick with it, boy, better get with it, what? In the club I get it goin', goin', uh Just movin' to the music it's on And the sounds of 50 and D-R-E Everything's calculated and sound precise Another move another mill', let's get right a'ight? Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice Shorty do what you wanna do, hit the dancefloor And move how you wanna move, later on We can cruise if you wanna cruise, it's whatever you want The fact is I got more than I flaunt, yeah [Chorus] I do my thang, in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dancefloor jampacked, look I got 'em goin', goin' outta control Set it off on yo' left, dog Set it off on yo' right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off! Ha-ha... (Set-Set it off) [Verse 2] System thumpin', dancefloor jumpin' We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin' That's what you get, you in my hood I thought you understood, you know me V.I.P., no ID Bottles of DP, I do it real B-I-G Bitches break their neck to be where I be Take 'em to ecstasy, without ecstasy I'm a chef you need the hit I got the recipe Doc got the antidote, it's in the drums and the notes Can you feel it? Em said for me to make you feel it And remind you that you rockin' with the realest [Chorus] I do my thang, in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dancefloor jampacked, look I got 'em goin', goin' outta control Set it off on yo' left, dog Set it off on yo' right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off! (Set-Set it off) [Verse 3] I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked 'Til the speakers all blown, we gon' turn it up And do that damn thang, yeah, do that mayne Shorty, hit me high then hit me low Get to poppin' and shakin' that thing on the flo' A little dose of it, now I want some more Nobody put that thang on me like that before I be a fiend for it, it's the way you move But I ain't payin' for it, 'cause I ain't no fool If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it [Chorus] I do my thang, in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dancefloor jampacked, look I got 'em goin', goin' outta control Set it off on yo' left, dog Set it off on yo' right, dog Set it off Nigga, I said set it off! (Set-Set it off)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Worry ’Bout It[Produced by Charli Brown Beatz] [Hook: 50 Cent] Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money Don't worry 'bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it Don't worry 'bout a mothafuckin' thing Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it We got a strap up in here if niggas playing [Verse 1: 50 Cent] When time pass and I'm not around, niggas saying I'm out of town Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing My closet full of that fly shit, black card when I buy shit Sell the shit you get high with, these niggas on my dick Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing That's your bitch, I understand, I've seen it all on Instagram I'm just from the past, I done been all in that ass Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Don't be worry 'bout my record deals cause I still got my plug Don't be worry 'bout my bitch pimping, she get money out that club Don't be worry 'bout my partners and 'em, we get money, we eating You talk shit 'bout a real nigga, bitch, you must be tweaking Don't be worried 'bout my whereabouts, money all I care about Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and I'mma air it out Why you worry 'bout my money, nigga? Bitch, you think I'm broke? The Fed worry 'bout what I'm doing, think I'm selling dope I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot I ain't never gon' snitch, nigga, never been no bitch nigga I got big guns, need a extra large, y'all niggas got question marks Talking down on a real nigga, that's how you get a hater charged [Hook] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout Don't tell me what that bitch done said I'm done with her, you can go with her I'm leaving here with another bitch Don't worry 'bout how they look at me My diamonds on, damn, look at me These pussy nigga be shooked at me Wanna judge and throw the book at me Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it Had time to talk to my legal team Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it Ain't shit they could do to me Still rocking, still rolling We holding, bill folding, you know it When I start to ball out money start to fall out Throw it up, it fall out the sky Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out That's what I call my lifestyle [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In da Club (Radio Edit)[Intro] Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shorty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed [Verse 1] When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Huh-uh) When I roll twenty deep it's always drama in the club (Yeah!) Now that I roll with Dre everybody show me love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: pros down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees up (Roll it!) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight) In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Huh-uh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, fo' sho' they'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah!) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Huh-uh) I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Whoo!) Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Huh-uh) Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay!) [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed) [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah!) [Verse 2] And you should love it way more than you hate it Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Whoo!) I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life Moved out the hood, now you tryin' to pull me back, right? When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on I wink my eye at yo' chick, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn They talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'ma tell you what Banks told me: "Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up And if they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up." Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub' Come on, they know where we be (Whoo!) [Chorus] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Ha-ha-ha-ha) [Outro] Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither We in the club all the time, so pop, pop off Shady Aftermath (Ha-ha-ha-ha)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Body Bags[Produced by The Alchemist] [Skit] [Snorts cocaine] Nigga, (yeah), nigga, you know I don't fuck with them niggas. Them niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggas. I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot. Nigga come up in here - boom - hit the door. "Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor." I turn around like, "what?" Niggas like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "nigga, I got on white linen." [Intro] Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside [Verse 1] Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters I made it, look ma', I made it I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds Five different crimes, same .45 Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin' Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it? Shit changed, a nigga ain't broke I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault Now I got real money, that "fuck how you feel" money That "nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed" money [Hook] You gon' be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon' be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin' off some shit at you You gon' be put in a body bag You won't get a chance to fire back [Verse 2] I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me I don't want no wack bitches touchin' me Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair Every day a different dime piece Rose Gold, a different time piece Hublot, AP or rollie Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on My heart like ice, my chest like teflon I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga It's doomsday, I mean goon day I get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre" [Gun shots] [Hook] You gon' be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon' be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin' off some shit at you You gon' be put in a body bag You won't get a chance to fire back [Verse 3] The mollies had a shorty ass trippin' strippin' in my kitchen Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome Talk state of the art, you will see 'nine to foe My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes Trippin' in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrong My paper long, bomb kush in the bong It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a nigga on I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat Nigga, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot [Hook] You gon' be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon' be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin' off some shit at you You gon' be put in a body bag You won't get a chance to fire backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pilot[Produced by Shamtrax] [Hook] Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball) Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball) Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball) Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball) [Verse 1] Nigga every law and every rule I break Feds tryna watch the moves I make Everyday I get birthday cake There's a hundred racks there in that safe Hundred grams there on that plate I ain't thinkin' 'bout catchin' no case Nigga my safe house super safe I zip Giuseppe's, I don't tie no lace Tom Ford, Y-S-L, nigga, run and tell, I'm fly as hell Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs A-side, B-side, Ryder gang, bitch, that's right From N.O. to N.Y, I got shooters bitch, don't act cute and shit We was born broke, no silver spoon My niggas strapped, they super goons These niggas here kinda soft We get the bread, then fuck it off Get more money, then fuck it off Make your bitch wan' suck me off We ain't had shit, we learned to ball Them ghetto bitches they love us all [Hook] [Verse 2] Shorty bounce it and she clap that Slide down the pole, she's a super ho That gold cuban, I jack that You niggas know how this 'sposed to go I'm in the club with niggas, I clap that That P90 I pack that Your fuckin' head, I crack that You wan' test me? Don't test me Look, lover boy what're you trippin' for? Niggas don't even want your ho My nigga Ill fresh out the pen You gonna make him go back again Them bottles coming, we turnt up Them sparks burnin' now watch us shine You do this shit once a year We do this shit all the time Now captain come and save her Get her from around this paper She'll never be the same I mean like everything will change She cute blow a little cheese on her Get her ass shots, throw D's on her Them shoes more than you think though My bitch look like my bank roll [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ski Mask Way[Intro] Yeah I'm tryna catch me something A little jux or something [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money [Verse 1] You wanna spray at me? Go 'head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Your little sister calling you stupid, reason why? Her and your mama in the living room now hog-tied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait Got a brand new SIG and that old .38 I be scheming to put a little bread on my plate Watching dreads serve skunk through a hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch, please This the stash house, jackpot, there go them keys My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna I'm serious, man, I'm so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffrey's career Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, YEAH! [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money [Verse 2] Who's that peeping in my window? Wow—the Feds on me now They know when I'm sleeping, they know when I'm wake I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screaming, "Fuck Jake!" I'm trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This town's one big pussy, waiting to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs Then I'm back doing me, I'm back out on a spree Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D Get me a little crew, I'll have 'em pumping for me The more product I take, the more paper we see Change my name in NY, they don't know where I be Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-moneyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Do You Think About Me[Produced by Rockwilder] [Intro] D-D-Do you, do-do, do you think about me? "Do you, do you, do you think about me? Do you think, do you think, do-do-do you think about me? Do you, do you, do you, do you think about me? [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You think about money when you think about me, huh? It's why my ex my ex, you don't wanna be her She used to have the Beamer, now she own a sneaker I had her eating lobster, now she eating pizza I think about Easter when I think about Keyshia Shorty stay fly, that's why I keep her Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa She good if I leave her, she got her own Visa Think about them when you think about fronting Think about stunting when you think about me I'm the boss, Bentley or the Porsche? Overseas see jet ski's slide across I love the way you dress, now take it off Put your legs high on my shoulders of course I'm racing through your mind, but you already lost I'm at the finish line and you're a friend of mine Come on, let's ride [Hook: Governor] (Do you think about me?) Just a little bit, every now and then (Do you think about me?) Goddamn girl, we used to be friends (Do you think about me?) Just a little bit, just a little bit (Do you think about me?) Just a little bit, just a little bit (Do you think about me?) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I think like a hustler, I'm thinking 'bout a shipment She thinking I'm her hustler, she thinking 'bout commitment It's like Paul McCartney's stuck in my head He fell in love with a bitch who walked away on one leg She ain't even have to run to get away with the bread That's some fucked up shit, think about that, kid I'm thinking what this bitch thinking when she take me to court I pay my child support, what the fuck she want?" This relationship shit is too much for me I wanna fuck, be friends and live comfortably She wanna shine and blow mines on shopping spree's She should have what she want, just not from me I'm thinking 'bout my future, she brought up my past She don't care about me, she just want some cash I'm thinking damn, girl, we used to be friends How did shit become all about ends? [Hook: Governor] (Do you think about me?) Just a little bit, every now and then (Do you think about me?) Goddamn girl, we used to be friends (Do you think about me?) Just a little bit, just a little bit (Do you think about me?) Just a little bit, just a little bit (Do you think about me?) [Outro: Governor] Do you think about me? (Do you think about me?) I know you think about me You got to remember all the good times we had Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit (Do you think about me?) I remember when you told me (I know you think about me) That I'll always be special to you, darling You were so special to me, do you think about me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ryder Music[Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back and cruise [Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweet I pour my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my Teflon on, and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown niggas In the race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker went in stores, Reebok stock soared I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The East Coast crib the size of a small hotel The shit journalists write about me leave me confused Have me feeling like the heavyweight champ when he lose I read somewhere I'm homophobic—shit... Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now, we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth TNT around, I can still make blow move [Chorus] This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go [Verse 2] Last year, I woke up with good luck; damn, it feels good On the low, I done fucked like half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position—you know how it goes And my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit, this is When Doves Cry This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly Homie, this is something you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, 'cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch-made They make you wanna run across they head with a switchblade They point the finger at me, saying I'm bugged My flow's crack, you listen, your fucking brain's on drugs Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands gripping on a TEC Fool tripping, threw a set, you can get your ass wet Cards messing up my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct [Chorus] This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go [Verse 3] My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins (Uh-huh), I'm still thugging Cruising, rims gleaming like the stones on my wrist Zoning—guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustling backwards if you chasing a bitch Stupid, chase the paper—they come with the shit I'm falling... in love with success Entrepreneur, connoisseur, I maneuver the best Rolling Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunner, have your homies burning Rest-in-Peace candles As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born, my nigga, the world turns Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid In '99, I had a vision and made a decision Being broke is against my religion, now I'm caked up, what! [Chorus] This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Man Down[Produced by Detroit Red & DJ Don Cannon] [Intro] Aw! It hurts The D's trying to pin a murder on me In the precinct they saying I done murdered homie I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homie And everybody know my niggas murder for me [Verse 1] You see homo on your crib, it ain't a burglary homey They finna to have me stuck in purgatory I'm down to do the sticking when it come to the orgy Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me Wait, I'm getting sidetracked, back to the story These cocksucking police got it in for me They flash their lights, they wanna rough me up Frisk me, find my burner and cuff me up But history repeats itself, they never learn The Unit's the new Bebo's, who gon' be Eddie Byrne? Huh, we'll find out when niggas let off the rounds And his partner's screaming officer down [Chorus] Police get in the way I'll murder them, I'll murder them A nigga already got three strikes I'll murder them, I said I'll murder them Any motherfucker touch me I'll murder them, I'll murder them You don't believe me, wait and see I'll murder them, you see I told you I'd murder them [Verse 2] They saying I'm an accident waiting to happen I got one in the head, I'm just waiting to clap it A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch I got two felonies from selling that crack shit And the third one, came from showing niggas my mac spit See I'm down for that daytime action Have niggas crawling under cars when I start to cappin' So they don't know what to say to the captain But they know if word get back, something gon' happen I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on When you snitching where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown Southside - I make the best of the worst We gotta share the same bitch, okay, I go first Cause your baby's momma is my baby's momma I come through to see my little nigga with the llama [Chorus] Police get in the way I'll murder them, I'll murder them A nigga already got three strikes I'll murder them, I said I'll murder them Any motherfucker touch me I'll murder them, I'll murder them You don't believe me, wait and see I'll murder them, you see I told you I'd murder themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fuck You[Hook: scratching] [Pain In Da Ass] "Fuck You" [3x] [Styles] "I don't give a fuck" [3x] [Styles] "I don't give a fuck who you are" [Pain In The Ass] " Fuck You" [Nas] "Niggas is this and that" [Big Pun] "I'm even, even better than before" [Styles] "I don't give a fuck who you are" [Pain In Da Ass] "Fuck you" [Nas] "Niggas is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em There's a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggas know, ain't nothing sweet about me They keep asking me questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah-Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up LET'S GO! [Hook (Different Variations)] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Maaaaaaaaan I told niggas not to fuck with me they still push me Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy I been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic" If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Mattola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy That's why you bitch like me, son I'm a heavyweight How dare these niggas take me lightly? I ain't come to make friends and niggas ain't gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" Cause I shootout in a broad day, run and toss my nine [Hook (Different Variations)] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot" When I drop, I'm sell like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up Jux me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy This ain't how moma raised me, this how the hood made me The D's call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks Have niggas runnin' like "Jesus Comin'" There's wet pillows in prison, niggas cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggas would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rikers Island Bing Talk" Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I ain't tryin' to do hard time like Pistol Pete See, niggas uptown understand me in the street You niggas uptown'll "Stan" me in the street Ha-ha [Hook: scratching] [Pain In Da Ass] "Fuck You" [3x] [Styles] "I don't give a fuck" [3x] [Styles] "I don't give a fuck who you are" [Pain In The Ass] " Fuck You" [Nas] "Niggas is this and that" [Big Pun] "I'm even, even better than before" [Styles] "I don't give a fuck who you are" [Pain In Da Ass] "Fuck you" [Nas] "Niggas is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Banks Victory[Intro: 50 Cent, (The Notorious B.I.G.), [DJ Whoo Kid]] {*gunshot*} {*gunshot*} (One) (One, two) [Non-stop] (Yo, check me out right here yo) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan, then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berettas Yeah faggot, if I want it, I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it Don't make a ass out of yourself trying to stop me I'm cocky, rap's Rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, eight levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga Ugly nigga, I'm the wrong one to provoke You ratting on niggas is only going to leave you smoked So the only thing left now, is toasts for these cowards I got no friends; fuck most of these cowards They pop shit; 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars; they lay around flowers [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I got a industry gangstress, that argues, and steams the reefer And flip when I call her bitch, like she Queen Latifah Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker I'm sliding through the Rucker, with Prada on the chuckers So the spring break hoes home from college want to fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers I sic Rottweilers on you fuckers, cops following to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros When it come to paper, I blow the soul out a hero I'ma break before I lay in the floor buried, besides Every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry You can't tame Lloyd, we're smoking by the big screen Changing the channel, looks like I'm playing the Game Boy I know the watch bothering your vision But reach, and I put a dot on your head Like it's part of your religion Why party with a pigeon? I'm blowing a ten Because Bush handing out flyers, for a party in the prison I'm in the Gucci vest, with the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start But it ain't a problem getting dressed Because my closet got more aisles than Pathmark Run when we starting a raid Or leave with twelve shells in your mouth, like a carton of eggs I'm a young pimp, pardon my age I don't got long hair, but if I did she'd be parting my braids Niggas find out what club they at, take them with us And run trains on them, like a subway map Your advance is a grey Acura; see these record labels Got most artists getting fucked like the gay rapper I go to college on the tour I'm going down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur Keep your ammo clean, TECs polished in the drawer Camera's by the hampers that monitor the floor By now, you probably heard of me, fresh out of surgery Flashy as a fuck, you going to have to murder me Burglary, I'm leaving with your Nikes burgundy White tee burgundy, you match now, back down Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on a boat, with weed smoke and fishing gear Heavy when I tote, C-notes from different years Bezzy and the rope, remotes and lifting chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcher You better off with the stupid guys, looking for a coupe to drive You ain't getting nutting, but you french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio laying my vocals, nigga [Outro: 50 Cent] You still in the projects nigga, you ain't going nowhere You going to be there for the rest of your motherfucking life And your mama saying: I'm supposed to tell you something, to encourage you Something positive, alright: Well, I ain't going to lie to you motherfucker; You ain't going nowhere Get yourself a beer, and get on the fucking curb {*gunshot*} Fucking dirtbag {*gunshot*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy P.I.M.P. (Remix)[Snoop Dogg] Shit ya did it again my nigga For shizzle dizzle [Hook: 50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me I'm a P-I-M-P [1 - Snoop Dogg] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause I'm a G And I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G And I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [*Gunshot*] [Snoop talking] Yo that shit is crazy Whoo Kid Rewind that, play that back [Hook: 50 Cent] [1 - Snoop Dogg] [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I'm down with blue Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you G-U-N-I-Tizzt, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down That's waitin' on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word They love it when I get to crippin' And spittin' this mag-ah-nificent pimpin' [1 - Snoop Dogg] [50 Cent] It's G-Unit and the D-P-G From New York City to the L-B-C I'll break it down for ya, I'm a P-I-M-P When my gun go off nigga ask about me Nigga look what done happened since yo bitch done chose My wrist done froze I'll show ya how I get them hoes I spit that G that be fuckin' with they brain Have em' on the track when it's freezin' in the rain Spring on a bitch with the nerve to complain Like bitch you dead wrong, you catch a date you’ll be warm You said you want the finer things in life, you gotta go out and get it And I'll be right here waitin' when you come back with it Ya see I was born to break a bitch My instructions'll make a bitch I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart I'm a natural, I been good at this from the start [1 - Snoop Dogg] [Don 'Magic' Juan] It's goin' down now with Fifty and Big Snoop Dogg And the archbishop, Don 'Magic' Juan Ridin' shotgun with WhooKid The straight up pimp is crack-a-lackin' It's pimps up, you know it's hoes down It's green for the money, gold for the honey We off and we runnin' With Fifty and Snoop Dogg and the mackelineum Keepin' it down playa Pimps up, you know the rest ChurchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nigga Nigga[Verse 1: 50 Cent] So what you sayin', boy? You a shooter, boy? Nigga, we don't care who you shot Nigga, quit talking money 'round rich niggas Nigga, we don't care what you got Bitch, I got six niggas that hit niggas, boy, I don't give a fuck Especially when I'm lit, nigga, real shit, nigga Send a bitch to line you up Boy, I don't chit-chat when I click clack I might ask a nigga, "What's up?" Pull off in an Aston, pull up in a hooptie Then you fuck-niggas getting fucked Talking 'bout rapid-fire, automatic, brrrrrt, bang Nigga, hit everybody, I said everybody Laying right there where they stand, nigga Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't sprayin' nothing, you ain't laying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing 'Til you do something, niggas out here putting that work in And I'm cool, nigga, like that cup I put my purp in You ain't 'bout the strap, you ain't 'bout that knife, you ain't 'bout that life You ain't 'bout that, that gangsta shit, you ain't 'bout that When it's on we'll have you broad day or night, you ain't 'bout that, right? You ain't 'bout that life, that gangsta shit, we 'bout that [Hook: Boosie Badazz] Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] They're not GGA, you play, I'm gon' see what's happening with ya I don't talk it out, don't rap about it, I'm not these rap niggas Got a maniac mind-state, will increase the crime rate Me and every nigga on my team got a bathroom, bitch, try me You ain't sayin' nothin', that's Twitter talk, I'm from where real niggas walk Crackers tried to lynch me, but couldn't get me cause I'm real smart Heart of a lion, what that mean? I got a big heart Certified in style, been like that since a lil' boy Nigga, who you talking to? You know what I'll do to you Transvestite your bitch-ass, make you work out in a hula hoop Street king, Boosie, boo, did things that turn you Christian Let it burn, fuck the consequences, what you saying? I'll burn you Bitches to the ground with no mercy, I promise you From Baton Rouge to Cashville, niggas gon' ride for Boos' So what you saying? Yeah, don't tell me, you don't wan' see my mind twisted Oh, you pussy talking like these bitches, when I see you that's your issue, nigga [Hook: Boosie Badazz] Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing [Verse 3: Young Buck] Fresh out these handcuffs, dopeboy fucking these bands up Thick bitch, watch when she stand up, she just bounce, nigga, nigga, nigga I'm brick money, my nigga nigga, you an ounce, you ain't shit, money I'm rent money, I get money, a bitch better get what she can get from me Got tats all on my body, my paperwork coming back clean Me and Boosie just tryna help B.G. get through his fourteen I don't want liquor, I just want lean, I caught two bodies on four beams I gotta slow down (fuck that shit, we home now), well nigga, nigga, nigga It's going down, point 'em out and I'mma point blank it, point blank I will have you emptying everything you have in your bank Bitch, I ain't get no visits, I just done my time, ho Bought your bitch so many bottles turned into a wino Stomp a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga ass out in these Giuseppe's All my bitches on par, all my niggas got felonies Don't do that, you ain't 'bout that, you don't sell that, you don't count that You might grew up being around that, you weren't there where we was gettin' down at Lil' nigga (lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga) [Hook: Boosie Badazz] Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Funeral[Produced by Jake One] [Intro] Boy you forgot my style [Verse 1] Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often? The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy Couldn't help but think ''nigga better you than me'' .38 ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling ''drop it'' Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby But he was outside talking to niggas crazy In a room full of people came to pay their respect I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail ROR, trust me nigga I know the law Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it That's his first taste, I mean his first case Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped This nigga here we still got that, yeah First law in my hood is show no fear Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures Trying to come up, still eating around roaches Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas won't clap you then We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying shit Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave This type shit a nigga got to see to believe These bitches acting up in here Police they don't fucking care Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga We all can't win, some of us got to lose Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened He just went on and on till niggas started attacking Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing [Outro x2] 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name It's 50EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Good Die Young[Intro] Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop in, right, like, now Niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? Yeah, you are crazy I ain't crazy - you are crazy - at least I don't think I'm crazy I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot you hot, but you crazy Why they wanna? I don't know [Verse 1] It's the money that makes shit get ugly It's the money that makes these hoes love me It's the money that makes niggas wanna slug me Man, I thought the money would make it all lovely Yo, I actually write what I do and see The felonies from day to day make me say what I say When I die my art will be worth as much as Picasso's Don't cry for me, smile for me And if you see them niggas who wet me wile' for me Remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack Let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start Everything I wrote was from my heart So it’s always gon' be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art Sometimes it sounds like I'm playing, but I'm sayin' This shit is real, it ain't a game [Chorus] They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine [Verse 2] First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big I'm convinced it can happen to anybody, kid So I get vest up when I get dressed up In the hood it's messed up, niggas running 'round shooting shit up If it's Dom that you drinking fill up my cup If you gossiping about me shut the fuck up Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt? When getting robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck Duke listen, if you move I'mma hurt you You'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue Right now what you need to do is give me the cash Forget about your boss being mad, just save ya ass Be a good boy now, go and get your stash I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash Alright, run along before I shoot ya ass I hate to do this to you, but I really need this cash [Chorus] They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine [Verse 3] I know we all gonna go, but I'd hate to go fast Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last Man listen, if you really really like this shit Nigga, call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit Call him now before I drop for real cause after I drop I'mma be chargin' ya'll niggas like forty a pop To each his own: me? I'd get it while it was cheap Typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street 1999's the year of the predator, I'm killing to eat Niggas'll treat you like a egg, when you come to cop you get beat Give me your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? What a treat You're a generous guy, take 'em off or die Man, we hurting 'round here, ain't nobody slinging pies Look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly Why you 'round here with this shit anyway? Huh? You high? See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye [Chorus] They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Get Money (Forbes 1, 2, 3 Remix)[Intro] The Giants play in New York Forbes, 1, 2, 3 [Chorus] I get money, money I got (I get it) Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York) [Interlude: Diddy] You know what it is, aww man It's the billion dollar remix, baby, for reala [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Come on man, I'm hot now, drop now, top down I got style Been around the block pal imagine what I got now The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti Range and Maserati, I got 'em all, goddamn My money, my-my-my money, long I blackout and break a bat on your ass like Barry Bonds I get it, I'm down for the jooks now what's up I'm with it, I told you I was gon' cake up I did it, niggas tryna show me how to ball Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, I'm tryna buy the mall I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryna get it all My new bitch a cool bitch I'm fitting to make her spoiled If my watch is right, my stocks is right But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a mothafucka, chipped up Don't be surprised when I grip up, you slip up you could get it [Chorus] I get money, money I got (I get it) Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York) [Interlude: Diddy] A lotta money on this record man, I like being around money man It's three the hard way baby, you know my mothafuckin' name [Verse 2: Diddy] Bo knows but Diddy did it Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it But my lawyer's so good that Diddy got aquitted I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez While you was riding around in Miami on mopeds Oh, you just got here I been doin this shit for over ten years I am chilling, in Sean John denim Nigga I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheeling Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceiling Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal Face on the Forbes in '94 I did it Don't like it I'm a Bad Boy now let's get it come on! [Chorus] I get money, money I got (I get it) Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York) [Bridge: 50 Cent] I get the pounds, the pesos, the yen I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again I'm bad and I don't play pretend, fuck with 'em, Jay [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I'm a hustler baby, can't escape my past When I flipped Rocawear, I told 'em: 'Give me mine in cash' Yeah, checks might bounce Alphabet boys might check my accounts Still hustling baby, hurry up, kill me I'm already the GOAT, next stop is the billi Young turbo, six speed 9/11 I'm revving I'm trying not to spill my merlot When my girl go on world tour Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough I'm back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubblin' Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket? I'm killing the block, multiple whips So I'm killing the roof, like Michael Vick Yeah! Just call me Forbes.com In case y'all forget New York is still mine, I get it [Chorus] I get money, money I got (I get it) Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York) [Outro: Jay-Z] You talking my language now baby I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Part of the Game[Intro: 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez] I know heartbreaks, setbacks Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah) Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with [Verse 1: 50 Cent, Riley Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez] Make money, make-make, make money When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South sidе Beef with the best of 'em, donе shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah) Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh) Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head 'Fore the weather break you're dead Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah) Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah) Runnin' 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy) When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right) Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin' And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side Niggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa] I know heartbreaks, setbacks Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah) Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta) It's nothin' to play with (Ayy) [Verse 2: NLE Choppa & Riley James] It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah) Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh) Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah) We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah) As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah) Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man Not the dope man but I bring the propane He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains [Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa] I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga) Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah) So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey) I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey) Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey) [Outro: Rileyy Lanez] Oh, oh Welcome to the South side Yeah, yeah Ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chase the Paper[Hook: 50 Cent] I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm still a baller, I'm still balling That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick We still mobbin', niggas still starvin' We still deal after deal, shit is no problem He still love her, she ain't shit Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick He's still a real niggas, still will kill Told the still bitch don't squeal or get your cap peeled The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper I'm gone [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making [Verse 3: Prodigy] She on my leg like a little kid She hump my leg like a horny bitch Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet Nah, I ain't running after no broad, she stuck on my dick I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look There ain't a bitch more dime than me The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me While you.. [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making [Verse 4: Styles P] Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up Little homie loading a semi up Catch 'em all after the club, tell 'em the ante up Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way You owe me, you better pay Ghost, let the beretta spray Hood want uncut dope and some better yay I ain't chasing pussy, never have Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Up[Intro] Man I finna do my thang (get up!) It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!) Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up!) I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!) I came to bring you that California love And a little New York hate, it's all of the above I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!) [Verse 1] I ball ‘til I fall, stunt 'til I drop 'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot You buy a bottle, I buy the bar I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras When I get into it, I get into it Everybody can’t do it the way I do it I make it rain, till the sun come out A nigga playin', we make the guns come out Now, my question is who they gon' blame When I'm back number one on the Billboard again? Shit shift now, the game done changed Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain I guess I made the kids want slang And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang Nah, it's just music man, it's just music Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it [Hook] I have the savoir-faire I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) [Verse 2] Yeah, lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round Switch gears till' your love comes down I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me It's up and down and up and down gracefully Rick James would've said She a Brick House But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout I find out she like it how I like it, huh Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up? [Hook] I have the savoir-faire I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!) I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) [Outro] And get into it You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up!) And get into it We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!) Aftermath Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!) Aftermath Still Shady AftermathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Not Rich, Still Lyin’ (Game Diss)[Intro] This mic on? Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to thank you for coming out tonight For the screening of my new film "I'm Not Rich I'm Still Lyin'" It's 50 Cent starring as Game, it's autobiographical I hope you enjoy yourselves [Verse 1: 50 impersonating Game's voice] 50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe I'm gangsta I'm crippin', the Damu I'm trippin' Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A Man I'm Hurricane Game (Em this nigga changed) I brought the west back I write the best raps (But what about Snoop?) Snoop shit ain't all that And I get bad bitches now I even fucked Mya (I fucked her first, Game) 50 you a liar See that's why I hate you, you think you know me I'mma tell everybody you shot my homie I hope the police get you and you go to jail Feds freeze your accounts so you can't make bail I hope everybody on G-Unit go to hell Wit Eminem, Obie, Stat Quo and D-12 So what I was on Change of Heart?, so what I was a stripper? So what I never banged? I'm from Compton nigga! [Hook] Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem [Verse 2] G-G-G-G-Unot! I got my own shoe (Game that shit ain't gon' sell) So, the ad's in the magazine nobody can't tell (Good luck wit yo next album man I hope it does well) You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money And Jimmy robbin me, they listenin probably Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother We got the same father but we got different mothers Now Suge punked Dre but he don't punk me I won a Vibe Award this year nobody punch me (Game you know I wrote that hook for Hate it or Love it) So what, it's still on my trophy case I think nothing of it [Hook] Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem Now horror films they scare me I watch action films very rarely When it's comedy or it's drama It's starrin me no problem [Outro: 50 Cent (normal)] Yeah; it's 50 New album, July 18th It's called "I Can't Stay Away" Y'all thought I was gonna let y'all eat? Naw nigga Oh! This is too much fun man Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you Then you say you woke up outta coma 2001 Well yo brother says you never were in a coma Then you say you were in a gang Well yo brother says you were never in a gang Now you can get your records together And you can submit 'em to me I mean you can send the records you have to me So I can... open... ya album budget, your recording budget You gotta send your music to the boss.... that's me, the boss Yeah....it's D-Unit, G-Unit, that's it, that's all I rule with a iron fist CocksuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Twisted[Intro: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] Here's a little info you should know (it's 50) You don't know what you're in for What you're in for (c'mon) [Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] We get the party rockin', bottles poppin' Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (yeah) twisted, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) System thumpin', the club is jumpin' Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Let's toast to success and take it a little higher May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires Let your driving ambition offer you new visions May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had (ha ha!) Let's enjoy tonight like tonight's our last We can focus on the future and reflect on the past (WOOO!) We done came so far, I mean, look where we are If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight Want the best of the best, the top of the top I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average (uh) More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, c'mon [Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] We get the party rockin', bottles poppin' Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) System thumpin', the club is jumpin' Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (c'mon, c'mon) twisted, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] What was once a strike against us has become an advantage 'Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential (uh) Product of the environment (uh), they ain't been what we've been through (yeah) I'm fond of the phrase "If there's a will, there's a way" 'Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play Southside (Southside), it's alright Ghetto's my Alma Mater huh? It's alright (WOOO!) We could keep the party jumpin' like this all night The bottles, just keep 'em comin', baby, let's get right Let's get it on, play a little Marvin It’s gettin' hot in here, homie, this could be a problem Keni Burke style, let's keep rising to the top (uh) Let's do it, do it big and let a fuckin' hater watch, oh yeah This is perfect, this a moment to remember As we proceed on our money getting agenda, c'mon [Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] We get the party rockin', bottles poppin' Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) System thumpin', the club is jumpin' Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gunz Come Out[Intro] It's cold (It's cold, it's cold) So cold (So cold, so cold) [Hook] Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) [Verse 1] I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm fucking crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money long You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins Blue still in the range, I'm doing my thang The semi-auto spray, run if you get away We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead [Hook] Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) [Verse 2] In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggas don't know I'm around Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress Hard niggas finna soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once he keep fighting, fuck it just keep cutting 'em It's real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel Fuck around and get your cap peeled, nigga you know the drill Brownsville, Flatbush, Crown Heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food and the hand that feed 'em too Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk Look homie, I'm cool with some Bloods, I'm cool with some Crips I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips I don't know karate, but I split the bricks I don't love 'em lover boy, we can share a bitch [Hook] Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) [Verse 3] I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled Scope, infrared, run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head Contract killa, murder for the scrilla Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready No exception to the rule, death is promised Plus I just bought my niggas new Macs and llamas Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you One phone call and niggas will exterminate you No future fucking with me, there's no tomorrow Niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows [Hook] Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) (GUNSHOT)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Low[Intro] Remo The Hitmaker This is The Unit [Hook: Jeremih] She said she want a stunner I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money" Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Can't forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I blew ten, I blew twenty It's nothin' to me, I get money I eat, sleep and I shit money I can't get this bitch off me I'm tossin' it, she want it (Want it) That's the way we own it (Own it) Sound crazy, don't it? (Don't it?) I'm turnt up, turnt up Them bottles come, we we want it (Oh, yeah) Pass 'em out to my homies (Okay) Shorty break it down for me (Go bae) I done gave her half of that molly, shorty Lap dancin' all on me, probably Give it to me now, give it to me now First she got me up, then she's goin' down I'm finna climb that, I mean climax We ridin' out, I'm gon' ride that Triple X flick, we gon' try that She can press record, don't rewind that, c'mon [Hook: Jeremih] She said she want a stunner I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money" Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Can't forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] (Yeah, 2 Chainz) My hair longer than hers, bitch, life ain't fair I'm gettin' paid off ad-libs, all I gotta do is say, "Yeah" Ridin' around in that foreign, all your stories sound distorted Got so many Cuban links with me, my chain can get deported At the bar takin' shots, you are out, you need reloading If you ever took a bitch from me, I come back to repo it Dirty Sprite, I repour it, smellin' like the car dealership And I don't think it's gon' work out So bitch you need a membership [Hook: Jeremih] She said she want a stunner I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money" Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Can't forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low [Bridge: 50 Cent] Olé, olé, olé, olé Look at '64's, out everyday, olé, olé [Verse 3: T.I.] (Hustle Gang over everythin', by the way) Hey nigga, let me let you know how much I care about the bitch (Fuck 'em) I'm 'bout as cold as it gets Only thing they get is a whole a lotta dick Shout-out to college park where it's sold by the brick Nigga, hold up Sittin' on this table with the racks on go Got some bitches with me, turnt to the max on go But we with this shit you with, you try me we shootin' And shootin' 'til the gun don't blast no more Back it up to me Grind on me like you tryna make love to me And go and bring that badder girl in the club to me That would make you the better girl in the world to me, for real And I'm still ridin' one hand on the wheel The other one touchin' the girl while she kissin' the other one Makin' the faces like she finna bust her one [Hook: Jeremih] She said she want a stunner I said, "Baby girl, I'm gettin' money" Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh Can't forget the girl if I wanted While she up and down on that pole While she up and down on that pole While she up and down You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get low You got me sayin', "Yeah" Drop it down and get low Drop it down and get low Oh, drop it down and get lowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Animal Ambition[Produced by Swiff D] [Hook x4] I got that animal, animal ambition [Verse 1] Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread I ain't talking or texting, I just want some head She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red I ain't flying no flags, but I'm a gangster, bitch I say ''say no to drugs'' then I do that shit Got a blue fleet of whips, I'm so hood nigga rich You don't like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick I just call 'em when I want 'em, I don't need a bitch You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper It's turning, homie, that's why you're turning on me Admit it, I made it, I can't be faded I roll it up in public, I'm a cancer, man Smoke it out in the open like I'm in Amsterdam I do a hundred miles an hour switching lens in my lane See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am [Hook x8] [Verse 2] You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks Got them straps and long clips filled up with led So when we counting the paper it better come back correct Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread Come throrugh that 9th ward stuntin' and get shot in your head Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig? Got the eye of the tiger, I'm on that animal shit I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant Yeah, I'm scared of rats, but I'm ready for anything It's the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face See if you test me they'll arrest me, I'll be catching a case New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed Look at me wrong and you're dead, you'd be very afraid I don't know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage [Hook x8]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be a Gentleman[Hook] It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain [Verse 1] Yo, no more freestyles and verses killing Sticky and Ja I'm moving on now, I got bigger fish to fry (Uh-huh) Since "How to Rob," a lot of niggas been namin' names Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game (Uh-huh) Still niggas actin' like I don't get down or something Like I ain't the next nigga to wear the crown or something You gon' talk about your chips 'til we run in your crib Then, you gon' ask dumb questions like, "Can I live?" "Look, If I shoot you, I'm famous If you shoot me, you're brainless"—you said it yourself I'm slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you Swift enough to snatch the Mac and pop that at you Take it personal see if I won't send you to hell I've done told Tone and Poke, they better have my bail But if it's over a mil, don't put the crib up, dun 'Cause if 50 get free, nigga, 50 gon' run [Hook] It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, brrat!) Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, nigga, take that!) Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!) [Verse 2] Look, I'm supposed to be cocky, I ain't poor no more I ain't gotta steal from the cornerstore no more Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the floor no more Bouncers don't try to play me at the door no more But when they see me, they say, "Search him, he might have the nine" (Yeah!) "He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne" It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this (Uh-huh) Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this Niggas is feeling it, the Benz pulling up on the set (UH-huh) Me jumping out, 30 thou on my neck (Uh-huh, uh-huh) And since you said it was nothing to sweat (What) You was outta line so here's what you get A verbal ass-kicking, Jesus Christ sent me to test ya Let's see how see how... he reacts under pressure Til Makaveli returns, it's all eyes on me Til the feds build a case or find files on me [Hook] It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, brrat!) Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!) It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (Brrat, nigga, take that!) Or Jesus Christ can't save you, once you go 'gainst the grain (It's gangsta!) [Outro] It's gangsta 2000 shit Yo Y'all know what you need to do? Get together Make a "We Are the World" record Faggot-ass niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hustler[Produced by Jake One] [Intro] Don't make this complicated (don't make it) My old school candy painted (for real) I hustle hard When I come through they like "Oh my God!" (THAT NIGGA CLEAN!) [Chorus] From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler, baby (say what?) My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler, baby [Verse 1] Yeah, I come through, I had the hoes like ''who he?'' Seats in the old school Louie Shoes and the belt buckle Louie We don't need more details now, do we? Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion You gon' need Cartier frames to see my vision It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood Drama llama time, nigga, what's good? Domino's, muh'fucker, it's time to collect Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt (wooo!) I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip through your set This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit [Chorus] From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler, baby (say what?) My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler, baby [Verse 2] Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with We talk market and distribution and politics (woo!) Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace Designer threads in every form of fashion (uh huh) I express myself so the question I'm askin' (aaoow!) Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit? We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit (yeah) That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing In case you ain't notice it's a Queens thing (wooooo!) [Chorus] From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler, baby (say what?) My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler, baby [Outro] OHHH! It's cold out here It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded It's 50 When I come through you see me In the Suburbans that's bulletproof Bomb proof, leather six, whatever When I go hard I go hard When I don't want you to see me I switch it up I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera In the back like ''ooh wee'' We rolling I hustle, man, it's what I do, man Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Follow My Lead[Produced by Tha Bizness] [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah... ladies and gentlemen I'd like to thank y'all for comin' out tonight It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm [Intro: Robin Thicke] Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you 'round the globe with me I got dough, plenty baby you can blow with me And baby I know that money ain't everything But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho') And ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me Now when I go [Hook: 50 Cent] Follow my lead Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead Follow my lead, I'll hold you down, put your trust in me Baby, follow my lead (follow my lead) Follow my lead, I think God made you for me Follow my lead - follow my lead I'm the one girl in time you'll see If you follow my lead [Verse 1] Don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 fucking crazy 50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong I like you a lot, I don't wanna hurt you But I call a square a square and a circle a circle So if you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit And have to say, "baby I apologize" Cross my fingers, God forgive me for telling lies Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent Baby, I can pass the day watching you model lingerie I wanna spend the night tonight, shorty, if it's okay You can be my Beyonce, I'll be your Jay Ha ha - I got a great sense of humor First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya Or do ya? [Hook] [Verse 2] After seven hours, New York to London, you're wonderin' What's gon' be the next stop - I told you I'm a don, you gon' know I'm a don After you shop 'til your feet hurting in Milan Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris Ask your fan about me, they say 50 we love him Without them there's no me, so I love them Man they're the reason I exist, the reason I insist I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess As my niggas are stressed, I pass the test Every time I drop I'm burning hot So I don't care if she loves me or loves me not Long as I enjoy the time that we spend I ain't looking for commitment, we can fuck and be friends Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz I get it done with speed [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Toy Soldier[50 Cent] You ready? Okay let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These niggas is pussy you heard me? Get up nice and close [Hook: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You don't want it with my toy soldiers [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Listen up close now, follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience no morals or nothin They ain't wit us, they against us, we supposed to touch 'em Here's what to do if you see him approach me Pop that nigga, I don't care if he know me Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony Everytime I come around they call the police on me That's why the D's in the precinct know me They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat Run like I'm in a track meet, swift with the mac, B You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayn Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdin See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin Quick to make examples out of niggas fo' sho' man, hold me down [Hook: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You don't want it with my toy soldiers [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Shoot, stab, kill muh'fucker If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop Them hollows so hot, yo' ass'll melt Barber razor in the club, stunt - I'll give you a shape up Have your ass stitched, gored, your head all taped up Niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Ha ha, my soldiers around And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down It's no surprise cause niggas know how we get down Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit We organized, disciplined, plus we militant [Hook: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You don't want it with my toy soldiers [Interlude] Two windows to a man's soul ... fill you with holes Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!) [Verse Three: Tony Yayo] I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it Niggas scheme, but the infrared beam's on the mack I'll put green on yo' head like an Oakland A's hat One boy was a doja, now he a soldier My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries His last casualties, is hooked to them IV's (50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!) Click-clack, take that, fall back It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man [Hook: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You don't want it with my toy soldiers [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah) When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move Soldier, ha ha I don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggas Come around here with that bullshit Tryin to feed niggas bad information and shit That's how my toys malfunctionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Amusement Park[Produced by Dangerous LLC] [Intro] 50 Ferrari F50 [Chorus] Shorty, you ain't gotta take your panties off Just pull 'em to the side If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby, come on and ride It go up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor It's on tonight, I know what you like I know just how to break you off [Verse 1] Good evening ladies, I'll tell you from the start I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park There's lots of activities, fun things to do And I'll find my pleasure in pleasing you Some rides go fast, some rides go slow You fear heights when I'm high, hell yeah I'll go low It tastes so sweet that sticky cotton candy We get carried away, we be starting a family It's a perfect time for a magic trick Girl, you know it's no fun without the magic stick Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat Applause now, that's the first half of my act I started out a pimp, now I'm more like a mac I don't need your paper, just don't fuck with my stacks (Oh, it's like that?) Yeah, it's like that [Chorus] Shorty, you ain't gotta take your panties off Just pull 'em to the side If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby, come on and ride It go up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor It's on tonight, I know what you like I know just how to break you off [Verse 2] Now you can ride the horse around the carousel Explosions, Trojans, all in the hotel Put me to the test, girl, I don't fail I work it out without a doubt There's plenty water rides, I'm sure to get you wet in the park Have your lusting seductions considered an art Throw a hoop around the bottle, I'll be your teddy bear Whatever color you like, you know I don't care I really wanna thank ya for attending this affair Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here I smile when I speak, but I'm being sincere And your pass is valid all summer, my dear So at your convenience you can always return There's so many tricks to the trade you should learn Suck that, lick that, swallow that lollipop Forget that, grip that, ride it nonstop [Chorus] Shorty, you ain't gotta take your panties off Just pull 'em to the side If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby, come on and ride It go up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor It's on tonight, I know what you like I know just how to break you offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Flight 187[Intro] From the day you're born 'til the day you die If you're one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider [Verse 1] They putting pressure on me, son, now they want me to snap End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack I'm paranoid, I'm feeling like niggas is trying to get me Forget the kids, I'm shaving off my fucking head like Britney Man, Dre won't mix my records, now I need to talk to Jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways, I'm riding with the semi Who's calling me? It's Chris, he's on the other line with Diddy But I don't wanna talk right now, my day is going shitty Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look, man, isn't he from Marcy? They say he's growin dreads and now he's talking like a Yardie Man, everything is changing, I don't understand a thing I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings I'm on flight [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider [Verse 2] My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me I'm laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes That just makes him one of 50 niggas wanting to murk me Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey You can ask my son, he'll tell you "my dad's fucking crazy" She filled his head with shit and now I think he fuckin' hates me Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me I'll blow your fuckin' mind out if I told you what he paid me He gave me all the pills he had left, that's why I'm so high It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die I wish a nigga would, I dare a motherfucker try You get at me and miss you kiss your black ass good-bye I'm on flight [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider [Verse 3] My lawyers on retainers every month, I give ‘em stacks In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max Man I wasn't the shooter, I was never on the scene So if they do forensics they'll find out it wasn't me There's no need for a lie detector, I ain't sayin shit The more you talk the higher chances you're doing a bid Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him I'm happy he home You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck So you get back and shake it on the field, show them what's up I'm on flight [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a riderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’Till I Collapse (Freestyle)[Intro] GGGGGGGG G-unit 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath The Dreamteam We got to get the get well cards Niggas is sick Feel this Motion picture shit Hahaha! [Verse / Freestyle] Now don't think I won't hit you because I'm popular I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya Catch you slipping I'ma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe Because a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie, you ain't been through what I been through You not like me, and I'm not like you I'm like an animal wit it when I spit it's crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryin' to play me One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start to feeling woozy I write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies I'm gangsta to the core, nigga you can't move me I find my space at the top, I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spit shells to your convertible Lotus you notice richer or poor Hollow steel go through your door, this is war You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that, I know you like thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put Your Hands Up[Intro] Unh, all I do is this Stunt when I want, ride new shit Unh, all I do is this Unh, niggas new to this [Verse 1] I’m super-rich like Russell, naw Leor I’m decked out, my bitch smell like Dior She spoiled, she want it, she can have that Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at? You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch Be my guest, look at mine, I’m the shit I’m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don’t it? I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it Get caught staring at that get smoked for it Fool, my swag unlimited So fly, ain’t shit I can’t buy Louboutin kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch Fresh off the runway, get your one one-day Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on The black James Bond, nigga I’m a Don I do what I want, when and where I want [Chorus] Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Bitch quit playing Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Nigga quit playing [Verse 2] Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo Paparaz’ photo my side bitch in Manolo It’s all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though (Hey!) Nigga, I don’t really got to talk about it Me, I get paper, moves I make major Shoes I rock – gator, wing tips player My style so pure, I’m so couture I’m down by law, certified B-boy Hold up, wait a minute, money – I’m gonna spend it Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it? So many flows, the hoes be on the di-dick And when they pop it and lock it, they know I’m with it Dame lengua, give tongue while I hit it She a star, fresh from PR Give me more, baby give me more [Chorus] Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Bitch quit playing Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see What’s up, you know you wanna party with me Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be Nigga quit playingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy First Date[Intro - 50 Cent] Just one night, tonight It could be three of us Yeh yeh yeh Girl, we could get it on (Where ya' girlfriend) Girl, we can have a ball (Bring ya' girlfriend) Life's too short to not fuck on the first date No one knows if we're promised tomorrow But if we make love until the next day We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Four in the morning girl, now I don't wanna talk We've been talking for hours, now you know I wanna fuck Look I don't understand what it is you don't understand My watch a hundred grand, my chain a hundred grand Bitch, I'm a wanted man, I say I run New York Cause I do what the fuck I wanna do, they know wussup They say my screws are loose, I say who cares, you know I'm rich Look I don't have time to blow with a bitch shooting the shit Now maybe you can loosen up and let me go to work So I can whisper in your ear while pulling down your skirt When I get the stroking girl you don't know what to say Quick come quick, girl, I'm gone right away Yeh, you nasty, girl, you nasty And I'm into that, so get at me! [Hook - 50 Cent] I don't want no good, good, good, good, girl Me, I want a nasty girl Come creep with me, be a freak for me Life's too short to not fuck on the first date No one knows if we're promised tomorrow But if we make love until the next day We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate [Verse 2 - Too Short] I said bitch, I wanna fuck you in the worst way Hell yeah, I wanna fuck you on the first date If I don't, I say, fuck you on Thursday Cause then I won't want you, watch how fast I dump you But right now I'm infatuated You get to hang with me, girl, you graduated I take you out for drinks and get you tipsy Then I pull my dick out and I say kiss me You're about to laugh ya little panties off You only get one date, you better grab these balls They wanna ride in fancy cars That's what bitches do They like to rub it then suck it and lick it too She's a nasty little trap ho slut But I like that shit, so let's fuck Bitch! [Hook - 50 Cent] [Outro - 50 Cent (+ Too Short)] Ohhh, ehhhh It sounds crazy But tomorrow's not promised I mean, I mean I wanna do it today I want it now I don't wanna wait Wait for what? My time's running out Your time's running out Come here girl (Wanna fuck you bitch I wanna fuck you bitch You only got One date Ain't no tomorrow)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Financial Freedom[Verse 1] Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real We was sittin' in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale Third shootout… we was fightin’ for positions Shell casings out my 9 flyin’ through your mama kitchen Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it You fuck around, we’ll blow your heart out the back of your jacket Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is at Chach' crib ‘Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had Woke up sayin’ “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad” Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin’ with them Brooklyn niggas I had supreme schemes, Corley Wall thoughts Start shootin’, I bet I’ll clear off the ball court I want it all, that’s just how I fuckin’ feel, boy Get in the way, you gon' take your trip to Gilmores [Hook] I’m dreamin’ of… My dream of freedom… Financial freedom [Verse 2] Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga You can get with the program, fam’ll get smoked, nigga We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers Open your head when you’re half dead – you see? I told you On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known Over the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewn I got connections – look, bitch, I’m connected And I ain’t givin’ niggas no passes, so respect it Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa Easy – nigga chill or get laid out I’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘bout I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely I got that tech with that cooling system on me You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie [Hook] [Verse 3] We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong then we takin’ over Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin’ like you know us North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas We’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught us We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us If you ain’t gamblin’, get the fuck out the spot, boy Shoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot for Fuck it, when I win I’m a winner – when I lose, I’m a winner ‘Cause to my niggas y’all niggas lookin’ like steak dinner You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what? The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up Nigga stand down or get manned down Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around You gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Peep Show[Produced by Eminem] [Intro: 50 Cent] When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down This is what it sounds like when I'm breaking it down Yeah, I'm breaking it down Man, this is what it feels like when I'm breaking it down When you're breaking it down, keep breaking it down It's not my fault, it's not my fault I'm hot man, it's not my fault, it's not my fault [Verse 1: 50 Cent] 'Til the sun comes up every night (C'mon) We party and we party 'til daylight We be gettin' it in, come on, we gettin' it in Little Hennessy, a little juice and gin It's not a fantasy (Nah), it's not pretend We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again 'Til the sun comes up every night We party and we party 'til daylight I shouldn't have to tell you, shorty, you should know (Yep) I'm really really gettin into your freakshow (Uh huh) You give me a little, baby, then I'ma want mo' (That's right) O.D.B. said it, "I like it raw!" Exotic erotic we're movin on the floor (Woo!) Enough to make a nigga lose control (Yeah!) I'm down to go wherever you wan' go You got a man, I keep it on the low I do my thing you know I gets my dough I got a few stacks me and you could blow We headed to the hotel after the show I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer (Yeah!) [Hook: 50 Cent] On your mark, get set girl now here we go Racin off to see yo' peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo' When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not shorty now here I go Shake that thing girl now back it up Work it, work it girl you turn me on When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down [Verse 2: 50 Cent] They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne I'm off the chain, I don't play no games I'm hustlin hard homie I do my thang You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer go bang Now shorty I like the way she move them hips I'm tryin to get her in my bedroom and shit We could take a long time or get it done quick We can camcord this shit, make a boom-boom flick It's oh so many places that we can go I really want you shorty, shorty now you should know Girl your body's callin me, hear you loud and clear We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here [Hook: 50 Cent] On your mark, get set girl now here we go Racin off to see yo' peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo' When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not shorty now here I go Shake that thing girl now back it up Work it, work it girl you turn me on When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down [Bridge: 50 Cent] The way you move (the way you move) You make me lose (you make me lose) All control (all control) I know you know (I know you know) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] You're so seductive you make me wanna touch it I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you I'm feelin your style, you better watch me now My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse When you get me aroused you put a spell on me Man, if I can't have you I'ma go crazy I want you bad now and if you want me Girl, come to me now, I said come to me now [Verse 4: Eminem] Come to me now, you don't come to me now Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about 20 minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask The way you wiggle around and giggle in that cage I knew I couldn't wait to get you off that stage From the moment I met you had to let you know I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do' You makin me feel like I'm in middle school still You squeal like a little girl, you're pitiful, chill We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still {*phbbt*} I shouldn't have to say it, shorty, you should know I hope you really gettin' into my creepshow Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down [Hook: 50 Cent] On your mark, get set girl now here we go Racin off to see yo' peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo' When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down Ready or not shorty now here I go Shake that thing girl now back it up Work it, work it girl you turn me on When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down [Outro: 50 Cent] It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault I could break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault I can break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 50 Bars[Hook] 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and gone niggas gon' remember my name, 50 [50 Cent] Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me He ain't the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you tryna get your ass laid out in Gilmore He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags When they came through they hollored like "What up comrade?" Grimy niggas, they loved to get gully Summertime, still had on black gloves and skullies The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggas from Philly woulda called him an old head But he a OG, 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key Sounded like they don't know nothin about drama His money sent many men through trauma Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled down on his S-Class Heard in DC, he kept mad blocks in order Picture this, a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit, he got knocked He on lock still controllin the spot from Comstock Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprised he came His man just got fucking murked by some lame Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one On his brain over some-thang, took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond mayne In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back "Down down baby," Nelly singin my wrist blingin what? I'm waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies Son he smokin that shit, I can see it in his eyes Comin up Wise and locs is close And locs ride 'round lookin for wires to toast Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough men From B-More, they sellin heroin in Maryland His first batch of diesel, he killed like 4 fiends His popularity grew, that only meant more cream First it was him and his brother, now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to livin the dream Seen he pulled up, goddamn, you know his format Bentley Azure, marble in the door, mink floor mats Hit the hazards, out the stash box popped two Glocks Theme song: "All Eyez on Me," 2Pac Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north That's Ty in the blue GS, stuntin like he Nicky Barnes He broke but he talk like he a Don Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max, Haitian cat Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack I peeped his style son I know his steelo, he on the d-low He smile at niggas mumblin fuck you in Creole Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya Few niggas tried to merk him, most them got found Some turned away try to run they in wheelchairs now Banks hopped out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat Got out a black Hummer, he blew 90 on that Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that, let's go [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Get Rich or Die Tryin’)[Coin flip] [Gun cock]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Magic StickArtist: Lil' Kim f/ 50 Cent [50 Cent] Aaah! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight And I'll show you maaagic (What? What?) Maaagic I got the magic stick [50 Cent] I'm a freak to the core Get a dose once, you gon' want some more My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl This exclusive shit I don't share with the world I have you up early in the mornin, moanin Back shot proper, the law can't stop us Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle I speed it up, straight beat it up.. .. And I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin Tonight's the night, you can fall in love You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up My left stroke's the death stroke [Chorus: Lil' Kim] I got the magic clit I know If I get licked once, I can get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight And I'll show you maaagic (What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh I got the magic clit [Lil' Kim] Lil' Kim not a whore But I s** a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys When it, come to s** don't test my skills Cause my head game have you head over heels Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels .. And I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throught Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya high!! [Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Lil' Kim) I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice (I am the baddest chick) (Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight) (And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?) Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh) (I got the magic clit) [Lil' Kim] + (50 Cent) Now put your face in it I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it (s** ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records And the time is (one minute, six seconds) (Magic stick) I got the magic box Have that ass trickin after one back shot (The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot) The minks, the leathers, the cl drop [Chorus: 50 Cent] I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight And I'll show you maaagic (What? What?) Maaagic I got the magic stick [Chorus: Lil' Kim] I got the magic clit I know If I get licked once, I can get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight And I'll show you maaagic (What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh I got the magic clitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Officer Ricky (Go Head, Try Me)You think you know me? (Officer Ricky) Nigga, You don't know me! (Officer Ricky) 50... ayo! C-O! I put a razor thru ya face, I put a nine on my waist I cock the shotty just in case, I pump nothin' but bass I put a pint of blood in the whip, a pint of blood on the ground Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin bouncing all around That body all case cold I got her white wit it If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it I'm a southside nigga, we take on all comers The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer These niggas ain't hard I get on em on some different shit Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo Faggot must've thought he knock me out like Kimbo With gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo Fat fuck playing Wii Fit Nintendo Have another tattoo, here's another tattoo Run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup See ya ass anywhere you know I'm gon act up You want play with me, when I don't want play? Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day Screaming boss, nigga you ain't a boss Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross I tell you straight suck a dick You tryna come with subliminals Cuz your ass the police My niggas is criminals It's like every other word out your mouth bout a bird Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd You's a rapper, you's a motherfuckin rapper It's a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up My enemy's enemies are my friends And my semis they like Siamese twins See em up close, you won't see shit again Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end Try me, get blown away way way Go 'head try me, get blown away way way Try me get blown away way way Go head try me, get blown away way way (We the best!) Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best Go 'head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest I'm not friendly, I'm anti-social Go 'head try me, I'll be fucking ya up, like I'm supposed to You say I'm violent, now why you say I'm violent? The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent Now Me, I'm kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me Ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me The beef ain't shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die Many men wish death, many men "oh doe" I make many millions, fuck wit me, that's a "no no" This is motion picture shit, there's no director to cast me The D's, I plead the 5th on every question they ask me My enemy's enemies are my friends And my semis they like Siamese twins See em up close, you won't see shit again Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end Try me, get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Try me, get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue You thinkin I'm a crip, I'll motherfuckin trip The cool-out blood, maybe I'm all blood Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug Maybe I'm maniac, maybe I'm crazy Maybe I'm exactly what my fucking hood made me Maybe I'mma do 25 years for murder Maybe cuz it's clear I'm the clip inserter I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther It's teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon Nigga if you cross me, you gon' have to off me I just keep going no matter where they lost me You know I'm like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin You know what's coming next, once nigga slap the clip in Oh yeah My enemy's enemies are my friends And my semis they like Siamese twins See em up close, you won't see shit again Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end Try me get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Try me get blown away way way Go head try me get blown away way way Yeah, this nigga's a appetizer Where you at Wayne? The full course meal Wayne You awfully quiet You call Em out, well now I'm out I got my vultures out You got get pass me to get Em I'm the baby over here I'm the smallest nigga in my clique Shady After-motherfucking-math nigga 3 headed monster - 50, Em, Dre Fuck with it if you want niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Funeral Music (Cam’ron Diss)[Sample: Intro] The Business is entertainment And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood [Intro: 50 Cent] Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'll get him [50 Cent: Verse 1] You niggas should worship the ground I walk on I make mills off the tracks I talk on (It's king-pin) 50 don't call me nigga I don't wanna talk it out The 40 cal'll hit yo' leg go on and walk it out I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny? I'll send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase? Zoe pound niggas they don't play Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away Attempted murder, get a year on probation Cam are you clear what you facin'? You must ain't hear me, I done told you I'm a boss I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross Word on the street is, 50's not Jay And Cam better stay out of his way [Hook] Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's fucked up!!!) When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead) [50 Cent: Verse 2] Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid This is graveyard music right here ya dig? This is not competition this is murder Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lenox They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags And have you niggas zipped up in black bags For a second he was hot now he cold I apply pressure on niggas until they fold But never mind me, man that's just how it be The game got me trained they call me the hustle man And like fame, my style will live forever They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better I think they think I'm laxed now cause I got the cheddar Till I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!) [Hook] [Outro] DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet... Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!! And Juelz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to soldier... We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin'! Come on man What's the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone) Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Too Hot[Intro: DJ scratching] "Niggas bit off Nas shit" "Admit it, you bit it" "Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me I got what you need, 19,5 a key I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream Run up on them all with the same problem solver Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What! [Hook] Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw (Repeat) [Verse 2 - Nature] Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three Next to Ron Artest and Kobe Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends Un cured, ain't no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit Comin' back I'm rich kid Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga [Hook - Last line cut off] "Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep "Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah [Verse 3 - Nas] What, yo I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions 22 inch dick when I'm pimpin' Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike 50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go [Intro - Once] [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Don’t Need ’Em[Intro] Yeah, it is what it is man Uh-huh [Verse 1] Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin', cross full of diamonds he bought grindin' His foot slip off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D's came through, askin' niggas if they know what happened Somehow my name end up in anythin' that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm First to let off last to run, every time it's on [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face 'Cause I don't need 'em 'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [Break] (What? Nigga is there.. is there a motherfuckin' problem nigga?) (Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so.. pussy!) [Verse 2] Niggas be talkin 'bout me, they always callin' me crazy Fuck them OG niggas, they stuck in the 80's Sayin they gon' do me somethin', now you know that's a lie Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire I prevents runnin', cut my fuckin' hand on the barbed wire This shit's crazy, it's just a different day it's the same shit Hollow-tip partin' yo' head, leave your whole fuckin' brain split They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started Thought they was grindin', well God damn, where that money at? Thought you was fucked up, cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter fact, you's a buster I don't trust ya, I should send niggas to touch ya [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face 'Cause I don't need 'em 'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [Outro] What? Who say they gon' do somethin' to me? Must be out your rabbit-ass mind Fuck around kill one of these niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tupac Shakur - Rolling Stone EntryEvery rapper who grew up in the Nineties owes something to 2Pac. People either try to emulate him in some way, or they go in a different direction because they didn't like what he did. But whatever you think of him, he definitely developed his own style: He didn't sound like anyone who came before him. My favorite 2Pac album is The Don Killuminati. It was recorded after he was shot and spent time in prison. It was like a doctor told him he was going to die, and he was trying to get it all down on paper. That's something the average rapper just could not do: build an entire album around that concept, and stay in that negative space. Everybody knows that they're going to die. But after you're in a life-threatening situation, you think about it a little more. 2Pac's aggressive records are my favorite. "Hail Mary" is just perfect: "Picture paragraphs unloaded/Wise words being quoted." Most artists now just aren't smart enough to write that, or honest enough to write a line like, "I ain't a killer but don't push me." These days rappers will just tell you, "I'll kill you." 2Pac was like a camera. It's incredible how much he wrote — how much he documented. To me, 'Pac was more of a poet than a rapper. You can always tell when you're hearing 2Pac verse. He wrote those lyrics without any music. Notorious B.I.G. was more melody-driven — I'm sure he wrote his shit without a pen, and over the music — but 'Pac was just hashing out his life. The thing was, he was doing that when the public eye was on him, and everything he was hashing out just expanded, and that's when things got out of control. All of us on the East Coast loved 2Pac. The music was all that mattered. That East Coast/West Coast feud was just personal beef. Now that he's not here, he's bigger than ever. I can still listen to two or three 2Pac CDs straight. Sometimes I put on 2Pac's best songs, followed by Biggie's best songs. Then I get ready to go into my next project. Laurence Fishburne told me once that he didn't like 2Pac. He told me it was because 2Pac was so much smarter than everyone around him. He said he didn't like the way 2Pac behaved because he knew that 2Pac knew better. I understood what he meant. But I still gave him a look like he was bugging.EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ok, You’re Right[Intro] Okay, okay, okay (Okay, okay, okay) Okay, okay, okay (Okay, okay, okay) [Chorus] When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (Nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (Yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah) Okay, alright (They sick) Okay, you're right (I'm rich) Okay, alright (I grind) Okay, you're right (For mine) [Verse 1] I'm in that 760 leaning when I'm stunting I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothing Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking to my jeweler He's putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying nothing (Okay, okay, okay) [Chorus] When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (Nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (Yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah) Okay, alright (They sick) Okay, you're right (I'm rich) Okay, alright (I grind) Okay, you're right (For mine) [Verse 2] I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty I don't even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti Nigga, I ain't crazy, bitches like me 'cause I'm paid They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade When I say I'm balling, I'm not talking 'bout a ball I'm talkin' 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall Niggas they can hate all they want, but they know they like this Me I'm like that painting on the wall, baby, I'm priceless You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (Okay, okay, okay) [Chorus] When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (Nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (Yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah) Okay, alright (They sick) Okay, you're right (I'm rich) Okay, alright (I grind) Okay, you're right (For mine) [Outro] Okay, okay, okay, okay - sho' you right Okay, okay, okay, okay - you know you right Okay, alright, okay, alright Okay, alright, okay, you're rightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Everytime I Come Around[Intro: 50 Cent] N-Y, N-Y, 'til I D-ie N-Y, N-Y, 'till I D-ie [Hook: 50 Cent] I'm on it Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around It's never on safety I'm on it Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down No if's or maybe's Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's Niggas gettin' cake made Fuck with the homies while I got it on me You'll get your big break, man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You niggas ain't seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get? Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil' my last check Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that That 'Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin', man, I'm passed that Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ Girl face on my time piece, ridin' around with my crimeys These broke niggas so grimy, I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill I put south side on my back, I ain't talkin' 'bout no tat' When I'm outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere I'm at [Hook: 50 Cent] I'm on it Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around It's never on safety I'm on it Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down No if's or maybe's Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's Niggas gettin' cake made Fuck with the homies while I got it on me You'll get your big break, man [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds don't have a blues clues Thumbing over, don't know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you If I get caught I don't boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo He gonna bail me out in seconds, please don't let this rap shit fool you I send shooters to your home, see I don't need no songs to move you My gorilla goin' ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you Put you in a box like new shoes, you's a bitch pull down your tu-tu When it come to gettin' money all I know is we need bookoo's Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you [Hook: 50 Cent] Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around It's never on safety I'm on it Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down No if's or maybe's Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's Niggas gettin' cake made Fuck with the homies while I got it on me You'll get your big break, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Winners Circle[Hook: Guordan Banks] Are you ready to win? Come join the winners circle (Fuck with the winners baby) Put up your hands for me, baby (Put 'em up) And do it like we're supposed to Cause we're gonna win [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Consider this the theme song for victory The shit you say to yourself when you make history I'm trying to make it feel like the first time Like a junkie I'm sort of chasing my first high I'm focused, I'm disciplined, I'm ready Mentally on point, sharp as a machete Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done There's only one number 1, nigga, I'm number 1 I'm confident, you can call it vain or conceited Cars, clothes, I need it Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with Run with a winner, baby Be unconventional, freak me off with friends maybe You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend 'til the end [Hook: Guordan Banks] Are you ready to win? Come join the winners circle Put up your hands for me, baby And do it like we're supposed to Cause we're gonna win [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I got that disease ambition, success is the cure They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top Who says sky's the limit? I'm limitless, I just took the pill Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill? Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious We hustled 'til it had us all locked up in cages Time gon' fly when niggas been bidding for ages War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading For the root of all evil, Lord said it's for Satan We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making I guess it's all risk versus rewards A nigga risk it all for the broads (What's up?) [Hook: Guordan Banks] Are you ready to win? Come join the winners circle Put up your hands for me, baby And do it like we're supposed to Cause we're gonna win Come join the winners circle Put up your hands for me, baby And do it like we're supposed to Cause we're gonna winEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Run New York[Intro: 50 Cent] Oh! Please don't play with the animal [Hook: 50 Cent] (Tony Yayo) The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York (Here we go now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin' I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws It's a habit I'm always prepared for war See, my life's like some shit you seen in a flick Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick When I was gettin' out the game I said one more flick Test my aim in the range I'm like one more clip It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit Man, I run Interscope, Jada's tryin to annoy me He's nothin' but another disgruntled employee Been in the game ten years, and he still ain't rich Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit But he keep runnin his yap like I'm a take all that One more word out his mouth I'll push Styles shit back See, the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long And the kick on the four-fours is extremely strong With a lil' trey deuce it's like pop, pop Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop And them verses he be kickin', none of 'em hot 'Cause he ain't got none of that shit he sayin' he got And he ain't did none of that shit he sayin' he did And I ain't got, time to be talkin' 'bout this shit, fuckin' faggot!!!! [Hook: 50 Cent] I gets busy lil' nigga, I run New York Yeah, I live in CT, lil' nigga, but I run New York I don't go to parties, lil' nigga, but I run New York And I stay gettin' cheese, lil' nigga, 'cause I run New York Yayo, tell 'em I run New York [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] My money longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits The LOX made more money in them damn shiny suits The game about sales, drugs and rappin' Jada, fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin' out classics A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump I'll have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that Homie shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch Yo, I flip cocaine in your project lobby And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O My whole clique got dough, my hoes on the fly home G4's, we fly on Lears And my rocks lookin' like flashlights in my ears, nigga [Hook: 50 Cent] When I'm in D.C. lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York When I'm in V.A. I tell niggas guess what I run New York When I'm in N.C. niggas holla at me cause I run New York Yayo tell 'em I run New York [Outro: 50 Cent] Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?!! If I catch him I'll bawl him up and roll him somewhere, ha ha ha ha!!!! Dee! Waah! wanna talk to me?! wanna tell me what's goin on? You want me to service him for real cause I'll service him! I'll murder!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Hey! Hey get Puffy on the phone!!!! Tell him I said, tell that nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin publishing!!!! Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing! nigga still ain't recoup!!! Awww nigga you in the red, you owe money nigga!!! Awww man!!!! Now why you made me put your business in the streets! Now niggas know you ain't shit!!!! Damn! I see your monkey ass in the paper, cause you ain't returned them jewels you borrowed You better give them back! you dirty nigga Ain't none of that shit you be wearin yours! Ha ha ha!!! We could've kept it a secret nigga These niggas I'm supossed to beef with!? Awww man!!!! This fight is fixed, you've been set up! Ha ha ha!!! That's what he 'gon say they set me up man I ain't know the nigga was gonna do that Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy This is 50[Intro] This is 50 [Hook] I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse 1] I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this shit I got enough ammo shots blow I put a hole In any motherfucker out this bitch I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose You gon' be strong enough to take this shit I'm in the hood ridin' 'round with a chrome four pound Can you see through the limousine tints? I do dirt, the gat bust, I get to kickin' up dust 'fore the Jakes come around here kid Niggas get knocked if D's start askin' question My name end up in all types of shit I'll be a gangsta nigga 'til I die fo' sho' Whether I'm po' or I'm filthy rich Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian flake For that cake, I get rid of dem bricks [Hook] I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse 2] Now I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's Every time I get a brand new whip I rode around in the 5 'til my money got right Then I went back and got that six I'm in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day I call it the milk truck and shit I'll have your ho eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin' You should take time to check that bitch Find me ridin' through the hood actin' like it's all good But I'm looking for a jux and shit In the middle of the night, you can turn on the light Find me and my niggas in yo' crib Nigga holla if there's a problem and yo' niggas got drama I got burners for sale and shit Got them MAC's, got them 9's, got them techs full of dime Hollow-tips and them extra clips [Hook] I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse 3] Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over E'rything about me be gangsta Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over They can't hustle when I'm in this shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over You don't listen, you gon' get yo' ass hit [Outro] Yeah, nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like the air you breathe You need me to live YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What If[Intro] Yeah, I'm fuckin' with this It's that classic shit, that gangsta shit, yeah [Chorus] Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if? Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if? Homie I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if? Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if? [Verse 1] If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy Niggas in the hood, man they just wouldn't love me If I wore a suit every day like Jay-Z Niggas would think I bump my fuckin' head and went crazy If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby I wouldn't stand a chance of tryin' to sell like Shady If I put out bullshit joints like AZ Every chance niggas get, they'd try and play me But I move around with a little .380 A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B If I smoked weed all day like Snoop do I'd see the world different through my dilated pupils If I bust dance moves on you like Usher Niggas'll say "50 that ain't gangsta, fuck ya" Man I'ma just keep doin' what I do Cause niggas can't do me, better than I do, ha ha [Chorus] Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if? Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if? Homie I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if? Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if? [Verse 2] What if I had blockbuster flicks like Will Smith? And all the backpack niggas loved me like Mos Def I'd probably be a cool-ass nigga like Ice Cube Picture me in this flick right now lookin' so cool What if I was a low-key nigga, just laid back? Hustle to keep a homie 'round, somebody to hold the gat Man what if Halle Berry was my next baby moms? Shit I'd give that child support up with no problems If I caught a case and jumped bail I'd get caught Cause I'm that nigga everybody know from New York But if I was the new rap nigga you didn't know You'd be sayin' "Damn that kid got a sick flow" What if I just cruised through your hood on 22's Bumpin' Curtis Mayfield or Marvin, somethin' smooth And if I let the top down on the Azure Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach I'm sure, ha ha [Chorus] Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if? Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if? Homey I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if? Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Click Clack Pow Officer Down Remix[Intro: 50 Cent] Eeny meany miny moe... Let 'em go! Mm mmm mmm with the law! Haha! Put it back, I got it... One more time, one more time! YEAH! [Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)] Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, .50-cali shotgun I tear up yo Glock, son Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! (We still scream: "Fuck The Police! ") Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let 'em go But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe Nigga you confused (CH'EAH!) - let me choose! [Kardinal Offishall:] AYO! - One "Licka Officer" walked the earned stripes, (BOOO!) Two Licka pigs gon' get shot another night. (BOOO!) Homicide would love for me to take a ride But I ain't touch pork unless it's dead on the side With a fork in it, police can suck my third leg! ('ey!) Lock my niggas up beca' dem look like the dread. (oh, why?) In the photo that was pointed out by one of your snitches That worked at mr.Chows in the back doing dishes That was upset with seein' all them niggas gettin' money Coming inside the spot, treat the white folks funny Flashin' all that paper, 30 deep up in the spot That's why IRS come through to bum that club. (eeee-eeeeeah!) We ain't waitin' for the boss man to come with no pig Cause the crew that you deal with spray, (50: YEAH!) they don't say it. Nigga! [Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)] Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, .50-cali shotgun, (YEAH!) I tear up - yo' block, son. (hehe!) Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! (YEEAH!) - Officer down! (BLAT!) Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let 'em go But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (EH!) Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe! (KARDINAL!) Nigga you confused - let me choose! (EEEEAA!) [Kardinal Offishall:] Hey yo, you took one of ours, now we even in the score We ain't playin that civil rights thing no more! No more homies holding hands, we are armin' up for action The revolution is to the guys like Mike Jackson No more shootin' niggas 41 times. (NOOOOO!) No more blastin' us after you sniff lines! (NOOOOO!) No more sellin' coke to me! Cause when I distribute to you I get my rights read, pig, FUCK YOU! WITH A BROOMSTICK! - Who this pig think he is? Bastard only mean to get spit on by our kids. (CH'EAH, KIDS!) In the area, cause none of us respect the games And we already know what provoked all the raids You sold them guns, now they blastin' you sell the bullets They shoppin' real heavy like a plane propellor. (blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat!) I ain't sayin' kill nobody B's in blue Keep it up and you get a park named after you! [Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)] Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, (BLOW!) .50-cali shotgun I tear up - yo' block, son. {YEAH! } Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! (BLAOOOWWW!) - Officer down! {haha! } (BLAT!) Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let 'em go But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (CH'EAH!) Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe! Nigga you confused - let me choose!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gunz for Sale[Intro] Woo wooo Haha G-Unit! [Chorus] We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound They've been used once or twice and they all for sale [Verse 1] Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang I'm the reason them thangs in my hood go "bang!" I got that trey deuce, I call that, my nigga behave 16 gauge in case you niggas wanna get crazy When a sawed off hit your body parts, they fall off You get hit in the leg, man, you can't even crawl off When that AK switch to automatic to spray Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray I got silences and scopes, military issued pistols Holla at me, whatever you need, homie, I can get you Nickname rubber grips, hollow tips, extra clips You don't want your shit to jam, better buy a cleaning kit Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest You pop off, they pop back and you get left a bloody mess MAC-11, MAC-10, time for some action Dump a clip out this bitch, see how niggas act then Got guns and ammo, they all for sale Clips included, you're responsible for your bail [Chorus] We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound They've been used once or twice and they all for sale [Verse 2] G stand for "Gangster", Unit stand for "U Niggas In Trouble" Better lock and load on the double, G-Unit! Fresh out the box, 40 Cali Glocks Calico 20 shot, street sweepers clear the block I'm that nigga niggas call when them shots pop Take 'em to my grandmama basement, show 'em what I got Look, I got three 380s, a TEC and two M1s Ice came through on some shit and bought him one Them young boys from the projects crazy He was kissing on the toast and saying "that's my baby" Buck came through saying "50, show me some love" Sold him a dub-dub, something he can sneak in the club Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub, he gave me some bud I gave him a pound, gave me a hug, love is love I take it back to the NWA days Fuck Jake, my CDs raise the crime rate in the tri-state Got some Rugers, some SIGs, some Colts My nigga, for real, holla at the kid (they all for sale) [Chorus] We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound They've been used once or twice and they all for sale [Outro] Yeah, man, y'all niggas got any problems? Y'all know where y'all can reach me at, man 19174991919, homie You know what I mean, holla at the kid You know what I mean? So what it got bodies on it, it still look new! HahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy This Is Murder Not Music[Verse] I'm on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen Man, how the fuck did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch You told me do it, don't act like you ain't told me do it You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser I fly the kite, my little man'll cut his sister up He loves his bitch, you snatch her he'll start switching up I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas I'm trying to be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared, Jack A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that [Hook] This is murder, this is not music I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well, I do it like there's nothing to it [Outro] Yeah, all I'mma do is this, I'mma keep counting money I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win I'mma make you watch me win over and over again You already know what it is with me, motherfucker This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count, man Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers I'm getting... I got 100 dollar bills, for real, nigga All I'mma do is this man, you hear that sound in the background? I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house, nigga When I count more than your momma house I'mma take a break, go get a new stack Hand me that money over there What we gon' do? All year long It's back to 50, you already know Get the money, and shut the fuck up Watch me do what I'm doing cause niggas can't stop nothing that I'm doing Nothing I'm doing Right after you get in the way we gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire" Shit, it's over, nigga Back to the script, you know how this shit go How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now, I got a alligator on, nigga You, you think it should go different? See, that's where you go wrong When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think, nigga? Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting and your hashtags and You know what the fuck you do, nigga, let me do what I doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Drama Never Ends[Hook] I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' [Verse 1] It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em in chalk shit I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then I'll hunt you like a great dane Hit you, hit you like a freight train Run off with your fake chains I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in Little shit could be a big enough reason You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun [Hook] I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' [Verse 2] Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long Big strap for robberies with my little 380 I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin' Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression You got to go to work on a nigga The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga My gift to a gravedigger [Hook] I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Should Be Dead[Intro: Newscast] This bulletin just in... In a scene to rival the famed Saint Valentine's Day Massacre of the 1920 Chicago, Don Armatello, reputed crime lord and ten of his henchmen were gunned down... [Intro: 50 Cent] I rock a nigga to sleep Rock-rock-a-bye, baby Rock-rock-a-bye, baby [Hook] You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead) You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead) [Verse 1] Yeah I show you my teeth all through the beef Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine D's think I'm involved when a nigga hit hard So when that hammer hit the shell and the hollow tip fly Nigga you can cross your heart and hope not to die Come through squash the drama, send niggas with llamas To heat your ass up, fuck being masked up I was given the gift of life from Sabrina Since then, I've been jammed up and bucked with the nina Nana raised nine kids, I turned out the meanest I mean a menace, fuck with me and you're finished [Hook] You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead) You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead) [Verse 2] Homie I always pay my debts when I owe a nigga bullets Got an arsenal, infantry and niggas to pull it Go ahead, style on me get done with, it's nothing I chase a nigga down and touch him, catch him and bust him Bitch get out the way, baby while I spray it I wet a nigga like a hydrant on a hot summer day But you can catch me in May riding round with the 'K Better watch what you say, we get it popping today Yeah I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here I have a nigga tear off your top down here This the land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams And everything a nigga is worth is on the triple beam, South Side! [Hook] You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead) You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talons and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down (Nigga I say dead, you dead) [Outro] I'm here to tell you, your services is no longer needed in the community Rock-rock-a-bye, baby Rock-rock-a-bye, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On Everything[Hook] I really don't care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga) [Verse 1] Don't come around me on your sucker shit I ain't the type to be fuckin' with Lover boy, want a tougher bitch Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me I say the shit cause I mean this shit Bentley Mulsanne, I’m clean as shit Seat back and I'm leaning, bitch No, no, no, no, no, no, no You know how the shit go Out the door, O after O That's more money, that's more money That's more money fo' sho I got a whole bunch of bad habits That fly shit, I gotta have it That pistol on me, I pack it Bitch, your fuckin' head, I crack it Me and my pinky ring are like marriage Plus she cut ten carats I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em Send the wolves right there at 'em I never said I'd get you by now You done heard I got you Heard all your homies was haulin' ass To that club tonight they shot you [Hook x2] I really don't care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga) [Verse 2] You know every beef, I don't need my strap Knife work, I cut you, jack Niggas watchin' my paper stack Cops comin' every time I black out Oh, oh Shawty sayin' I'm a mental case I'm sayin' fuck out my face You finna make me catch a case Your new bitch my old hoe I put her on fo' sho though Her head game was so-so That's why I had to let her go, go I'm blowin' up like I'm supposed to blow Neck glowin' like it's supposed to glow Gold Cuban, club movin' New music, hoes choosin' It's a win, win, we don't lose at all Came up, we supposed to ball Don't know who you take me for I kill you if you make me, boy You don't know how real it get Playin' 'round with this gangsta shit We all in, we all in I want one when I'm fallin' [Hook] I really don't care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga) I really don't care what gang you bang What set you claim On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with Cause when I trip A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Happy New Year[Verse 1] After two bottles of Moet and two bottles of Rose Don’t dare say nothing to me, you niggas don’t know me It’s ebony and ivory, the white boy, the black boy Eminem and Fifty who the fuck slipped me a Mickey There’s hollow’s in my tongue, Kush smoked in my lung Codeine in my cup, look I don’t give a fuck I took X and viagra and now my dick hard Shining like diamonds floating round my sheppard Look bitch this is my house, we got 50 fucking rooms here Butlers, maids and them baccarat chandeliers Dog named Oprah and a cat named Gayle Stash in the floor in case I got to make bail [Hook] Happy New Year I got some liquor, got some hoes Got the music playing come and have fun Happy New Year I got some kush got some purple Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some Happy New Year I got some Goose, I got some Henny Some Patron, man I know you want some Happy New Year I got some porn star bitches in the back Freakin off you wan come? [Bridge] First nigga front I’mma shoot me a chump I stuff 2 million in my Lambo trunk Me I do whatever the fuck I want You must be confused, me I never lose Fuck me? No, fuck you [Verse 2] White people fuck with different drugs That shit ain't hit the circuit yet Niggas fuck with dope and coke not vicodin and percocets Tonight I’m open minded, fuck it I’ll give it a try What does it matter anyway, gettin’ high’s gettin How many shots will it take to make a nigga to drop his shit Like he having convulsions, choking, eyes open Bong smoking, thats the shit you’ve seen in high times Stay float underwater that shit look like a grapevine I started out with one pill, now I’m taking ten a day Em said I need help, Dre said that shit ok Next thing you know a nigga sittin’ up in AA Hi, my name is Curtis Jackson, I’m an addict, gotta have it [Hook] Happy New Year I got some liquor, got some hoes Got the music playing come and have fun Happy New Year I got some kush got some purple Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some Happy New Year I got some Goose, I got some Henny Some Patron, man I know you want some Happy New Year I got some porn star bitches in the back Freakin off you wan come? [Bridge] [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Talk About MeYeah! Ha Ha! [Hook] Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me [Verse 1] I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga Think he shot my brother I'm a find that nigga We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams How you think he got that money for that chalk gray Land That nigga robbin' and stealin' everything that he can [Hook] Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear hoes running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me [Verse 2] Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend Used to come through my projects pick her up in his Benz Niggas from my buildin' always used to ask about him Like he in and out of town, right? That niggas get down, right? I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money And you standin' in my way, excuse me dummy Ronda she told me that nigga a freak And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat [Hook] Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me [Verse 3] I love 50 Cent, that's my dad But even my mom talk about him bad She says since he blew up, he changed for sure He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes I don't know why but there personalities collide And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy They just like him cause he roll with Dr. Dre and Shady [Hook] Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear niggas running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me [Verse 4] Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up He left us in the hood we fucked up I can't believe this nigga gettin' all this money Still actin' like he in the street tellin' niggas they can't eat You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit He don't even come through to try and help niggas out That's that bullshit. See what I'm talkin' about? [Hook] Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me [Verse 5] That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right He ran to me cryin' sent him back out to fight Put a battery in his sock or pick up a rock You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car I taught him what it takes, to go this far Boy I'm the reason you are what you are [Hook] Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be I hear everybody running they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Death to My Enemies[Intro] Dre, niggas think we bullshitting Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 1] Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Bushmaster hundred shot, drums'll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip Six shot semi assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz If D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on you Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin' both ways like you crossing the street [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 2] Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique, hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the "Carter" nigga, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass running like a race horse Follow orders now, Yay' shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have-not's turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go 'head nigga twist it Get lifted, goddamn I'm gifted [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 3] Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him It's a hit, not a jux leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fibre And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemiesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Build You Up[Intro: Jamie Foxx & 50 Cent] La la la… Yeah! La la la la la la la la… Uh huh Ooh I’d lie for you baby Ooh I’d die for you baby I like the way that feel [Pre-Verse: 50 Cent] I’ll build you, but if ever I fall down And I need you to pick me up Promise me, you’ll be around Hold me down, I’ll build you up [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Listen, if you let me, I’ll be the reason you shine It’s the secret, I want the world to know that you’re mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I’m writing this song instead of a love letter They gon’ play it on the radio a hundred times a day I figure when you hear it you gon’ stop and think of me I wanna get to know you, and be the reason you smile Girl you know where I’m from, you know how I get down When times get tough, tell me that I’m special Not rap, I mean me, that I’m special You know they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend Precious stones, could you put me before them? If so, I’ll see to it they always around Nothing but the best, now how does that sound? If I drop a jewel when we talk you can keep it Girl you on my mind all the time, that’s a secret [Chorus: Jamie Foxx] Baby, I build you up Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine I need to know for sure Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I thinkin’ ’bout you thinkin’ that you feel the same way Or is it just my imagination that get runnin’ away? If you ready to ride, girl, c’mon, let’s roll G-5-5 fly, ma, let’s go It’s hard to measure the pleasure of havin’ you in my presence Your smile makes me smile, I’ll show you my style You can shop a little bit, I’ll pick out some shit One pair at a time ’til your shoe game sick Now who knows what the future holds we’ll be together probably For better or worse, like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait, why pretend when you can move in? Before I be your buddy in bed let me be your best friend Girl, it’s more than lust, I want your trust You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you Cause I know with you by my side there’s nothing I can’t do, yeah [Chorus: Jamie Foxx] Baby… Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine Build you up, baby, when you’re down Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side Cuz your smile, like a frown, yes I will I’d build you up Girl, I need to know for sure you’re mine I’m gon’ build you up baby [Outro] La la la, la la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy All His Love[Chorus] He gonna give you all his love He gonna give you all his time He won't let a minute go by Without the thought of you crossing his mind I be like fuck a bitch, I'm trying to stay rich No time to concentrate on hoes Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit By the mornin, I got the go [Verse 1] Yeah, I got all kind of bitches, a vet bitch, a beginner bitch My phone ringing and I ain't answering cause I'm in a bitch I'm more like a pimp than a trick, I send a bitch 50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch If we going out we going Dutch pay for your dinner bitch Look bitch, this is my life I'm on some different shit Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch Bitches love me, just like I love me Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch You wanna buy me shit, meet me at the mall bitch In the strip club, let her lick your ass bitch Get the cash bitch and then go back to your man bitch [Chorus] He gonna give you all his love He gonna give you all his time He won't let a minute go by Without the thought of you crossing his mind I be like fuck a bitch, I'm trying to stay rich No time to concentrate on hoes Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit By the mornin, I got the go [Verse 2] I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch She with me to do the to the end, bitch fuck me and her friend I said I'm headed to the top bitch I'm trying to get it all A real bitch will be there for a nigga if he fall The club pack front to the back up in this bitch Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch Diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck Bitch niggas front if you want, we got swimmers on deck Get your ass hit over a bitch The bitch ain't shit she in a porno clip with a bitch She can't suck dick but damn nigga use your head She gonna find another dick to suck when you're dead [Chorus] He gonna give you all his love He gonna give you all his time He won't let a minute go by Without the thought of you crossing his mind I be like fuck a bitch, I'm trying to stay rich No time to concentrate on hoes Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit By the mornin, I got the go [Outro] West side This that shit right here! Feel like it's supposed to be on that Detox! Yeah Niggas think they're better than me, but they're not! Fuck that! I'm just gonna start over So we gonna act like I ain't been that nigga for 8 years And I'm a new nigga! Call me Ferrari! G-UNIT!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Gun Go Off[Produced by Adam Deitch & Eric Krasno] [Hook] Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking Nigga, my gun go off [Verse 1] Fuckboy, you can see it to believe it Try to dodge and weave it, end up a paraplegic Believe me, its easy, I'll hurt you, I'll murk you I'll pop something, drop something, I ain't going to stop hunting Run, run, 'til you're spun, one shot, one gun One 911 emergency, it's murder, B It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger No mistake for that cake, I'm hitting you and your niggas Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain See the spark and the bang, nigga, shit ain't a game Do the math or get blast, bullets go through the glass Goes through your ass fast and the leather seat in your Nav Nigga, its not a war when there's casualties on one side, I ride Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by I click-clack, that's that, I don't flash, I mash I wave the Uzi at them, I make a movie out them [Hook] Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking Nigga, my gun go off [Verse 2] You better lose yourself in the moment Use it, fuck the music, I'mma let it go You only get one shot before I back out and fire back At your hat, your back, your ass crack, your nutsack Your Cadillac, if you make it to that, I'm hitting that The 70's was smack, the 80's crack The 90's was grimy, millennium MACs, man Clips on the whips I ride in them, bad bitches, I ride in them Don't worry, I'll get them, gat's jammed or unjammed God damn safest the safety don't work, squeeze the eagle, it chirps End up faced down in the dirt more than hurt Bring the beef where you hang out, bang out, shots ring out Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out Hit your homies in their legs, bet they have their canes out tomorrow You know tomorrow's just a day away If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake [Hook] Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in Nigga, my gun go off - we call it putting work in Leaving niggas hurting, homicide's lurking Nigga, my gun go offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shooting Guns[Pre-Chorus] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see [Chorus] Shoot your gun I'll make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I go to war to 'til heart stop, niggas ain't listening Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening Tell your homie, tell his homies, he 'gon need more homies Ain't this a bitch, I got the extended clip right on me And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a nigga to scheme on it The Ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with the beam on it I'll give your ass a permanent nap, sing you a lullabye I got money to run, so fuck a alibi [Chorus] Shoot your gun I'll make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough, nigga All that means is you fucked, nigga I get the drop I'm on it Morning, noon or night, I spot ya, I got ya Wake up cuffed to your bed, cops asking, "who shot ya?" As the world turns, we live and we learn The hollow tips burn and I ain't concerned if I ain't hit And I ain't hit, so a nigga don't really give a shit You know who you fucking with Come through, dump more than a clip Niggas be on some stupid shit 'Till they get hit, ain't that a bitch? [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] K-I double, shotgun barrel double My homies front a couple and I move 'em on a double Racks in the duffel, Mac with the muzzle Makin' circles in you, all black like a tunnel I only know how to hustle, can't stay outta trouble I got a big gun, muthafuck a scuffle Kidd Kidd, will you ever change? Fuck no, Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already fuckin' know [Pre-Chorus] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see [Chorus] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] Man these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock-offs Like Pringles I pop the top off You ain't hot, dawg, you the fucking Micky Mouse song I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce Brand new J's cost a buck fifty nigga You scuff these I’ll scar your face, buck fifty, nigga Been fucking with them pigs, you a guinea, nigga And you always begging, you's a ''give me'' nigga I wear my gun like its trendy, nigga You pussy and ain't shit, kitty litter Uh, see where all that bitching get ya Right in front of this pistol, huh [Pre-Chorus] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see [Chorus] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something moreEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money[Intro: 50 Cent] I'm on that bullshit I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit I'm on that bullshit I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit [Hook: 50 Cent] Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY! Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY! [50 Cent] In high school I had coke and dope money I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money I hate when niggas act like bitches cause it costs me money What the fuck! [Hook] [50 Cent] I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way I'm straight, some say I got more than I need Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed It's amazing, I made it here on my own I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone An accountant to count, the amount I spent Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent I got it made, I got bridge truck money Euros range, you wan' borrow some from me? My bank statements have you niggas like "Damn!" Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do Whassup? [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fat Bitch[Intro: 50 Cent] We over here... with some fat chicks Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches That's Yayo [Hook] Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world) I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes) Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [50] Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster Look girl I ain't gon lie, I'll tell you how I feel They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top Find the right chick, wearing some tight shit, and it's on See your ass wearing some tight shit, we like "She wrong" [Hook] Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world) I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes) [50} Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you's a big bitch man Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat McDonald's dun got your ass fat fat That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [Lloyd Banks] I like 'em slim in the waste, curves in the right place A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face Your appetite'll put a dent up in a nigga salary You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie Your attitude is like you always have gear You got a pony tail, you ain't always have hair I just wanna see your Capri's comin' down Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds [Hook] Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world) I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes [50] I'll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you's a big bitch man Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat Them Entenmann's dun got your ass fat fat Them Little Debbie's dun got your ass fat fat These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [Tony Yayo] I ain't no trick, I ain't have to borrow with my wallet Freakin' off in your car, on your closet It ain't nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl If you can cook your ass off, I'll give you the world You can be skinny or fat, white or black Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, I'll hit that I'm a freak, sure I love minage a trois And I really care lees if you twice my size [Hook] Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world ' It's a nasty world I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl I ain't never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes [50] I'm a compliment your eyes Yayo'll fuck wit you big bitches but I'm a stay the fuck away from ya Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch Fuck wit Tony Yayo, hoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can I Speak To You[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot Chrome rims for sixes, one wheel, one GSX-R Throw it up, one hand, wave back at the bitches I'm silent, right before I snap I'm violent I call myself the tussle, I'm the boss and the muscle Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles A nigga come creeping through the fog, if you scared, get a dog Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the morgue Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows I'm cyber pimping, I'm so new wave I got sci-fi hoes This is next-level mack shit, that's why my money stack quick 12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be On top of the underground, still gritty Still running cities, Still Em, Dre and Fiddy, fuck with me I'm an usual suspect when it's a hit Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit [Hook] Pardon me please, can I speak to you Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do Pardon me please, can I speak to you Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Pistols and bad bitcHes, Hustlers and bad business Rapping was just a Hobby, tHat Hobby turned to a million Had tHat oxy for sale, you can get it 50 a pill Sniff it or let it grill, rap tHe foil you know tHe drill Money, power, and drugs, my only reason to love Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods Like to tHe pimps saying wHo the sluts? 211 on Hookers purses Another double up purcHase, slanging a Hundred meters from cHurcHes God forgive me, but tHe steal was wortH it Man I swear I needed some cHange, cHains and golden rings and tHangs Niggas watcH videos and tHink tHem dudes went from rags to Hardest For real locs know tHat type of sHit makes you a target EitHer tHe pigs or I'mma get you wHile you playing boy Hunt you like an animal, strapped witH a beam tHat's adderall 50 told me ambition wins wHen your talent ain't working I say I'd rather relapse tHan reenact Curtis and put tHat work in [Hook] [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] Floss if you want to I've seen your Home broke nigga It ain't a secret I get money, you's a joke nigga Make wHat you make in like 2 years, less tHan a montH nigga Figg Side to SoutHside but we up niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Curtis 187[Produced by Havoc] [Intro] Ay, nigga tell 'em where you from Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what? Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up [Hook] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about [Verse 1] I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga Saying I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger After niggas jumped me bumping my head Thinking I wish I had a gun, I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife to finna poke me a nigga Wishing I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy Now those were the days, when crime really paid The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast Robberies went bad, niggas got blast Niggas kidnapped Drew grandpa kid Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time [Hook] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about [Verse 2] It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand Saying ''damn, dope cost sixty a gram' I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "give it up kid, before I put one in your wig" Picture me thirsty, riding 'round foaming out the mouth Saying "I don't get on, I'mma lay a nigga out" Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace I'm wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny Fuck with me, y'all niggas know Boo Boo get busy [Hook] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about [Verse 3] Yeah, I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggas Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggas In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child Got my ass whooped in Spofford, but never that now When my name in your mouth you better watch how you talk I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit Thats how the eses play, for that SSK You probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts Bulletproof shit, cruising through them Compton blocks I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest And you niggas best be on yo' best behavior I was bred for this shit, front on me I'mma blaze ya [Hook] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm aboutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy So Amazing[Chorus: Olivia] Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall I'll be around to catch your call Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I'll never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm from, city to city, to show to show See me I been grinding across the globe I hustle hard to get the grip fa'sho So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone Tell me, what's on your mind when you alone I have you touching on ya self, girl all in the zone Now if I turned you on With things I say, would I be wrong? Then I don't wanna be right Matter of fact, I'd be on the next flight Trying to get it on with you tonight Do the things you like Touch the right spot, have ya piping hot While the wind blow through ya hair in the drop Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex And let me do what I do until you climax You can go straight to sleep after it's all over In the morning, roll over and we can start over [Chorus: Olivia] Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall I'll be around to catch your call Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I'll never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Yeah, I called just to say "Hope you're having a nice day" You're special, I'd get into you Oops, I mean I'm into you Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie Better yet, to watch you climb into the Jacuzzi Yeah, bubbles in the bath, Dom in the glass Funny how time flies when you full of laughs It's fun, but before long, a nigga gotta dash For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash To come quick, so I don't fuck with the stash I know you like pumps and boots, I like Jeeps and Coupes So I grind all the time to save me some loot I put a spell on ya, I like to call it a spell In the bedroom working it well, I don't kiss and tell But I don't care if you kiss and tell You can tell ya girlfriend the details [Chorus: Olivia] Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall I'll be around to catch your call Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I'll never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing) Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall I'll be around to catch your call Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I'll never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy They Burn Me[50 Cent] Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me Into a animal, they flipped son, they burn me To the first degree, me son, they hurt me I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me I was good now I'm bad, see they done turned me Into a monster, I can't believe they burned me I showed 'em love, they showed me hate, they burn me Now I'm heartless, your pain don't concern me I got so many enemies, so many memories So many flashbacks, we used to be friends Sugar turned to shit, people just change They keep pushin a nigga 'til the hammer go BANG You violate I will let that motherfucker rang Feels like, money came then, more money came And, niggas start foamin out the mouth growin fangs Now, when did I become the savior of the hood? Look homie you don't know me, I wouldn't save ya if I could I sacrifice for suckas and they change me, I'm angry They selfish, all they want is what they want so they blame me (wow) Like it's all my fault they ain't caked up You a grown-ass man, damn, when you gon' wake up? Turn, 7 to 14, 14 to 28 An O to 62, nigga get up your weight Learn how to duck the jakes, stack your paper then you're straight [Hook: 50 Cent] I tried to help a nigga eat, man it's hard out on the street Cause I'm kind they think I'm weak (they burn me) They see the way I grind and they like the way I shine They want paper like mine (they burn me) Man they be on some shit when they tryin to hit a lick Man a motherfucker flip (so they burn me) You think they won't trip cause you helped 'em from the rip They ain't loyal to SHIT! [50 Cent] She called the cops on me, cause I don't love her like I used to Tried to fix what was wrong; guess it hurts cause I'm gone My son he love me but she tryin to poison his mind Actin like, everything they got ain't come from my grind I say a prayer for her like "God, please change her heart" All this hatred at one time is tearin me apart Man I ain't lookin for trouble, I'm lookin for blessings But ever since the money came, me I been stressin Got my ass kicked for bein kind, I can't trust nobody The closer they get to me the more they take from me Man, I'm givin all I got to give, I'm tryin to live They look at me they eyes got dollar signs, they want the kid To give it all up, fall apart, break down I ain't got much left, what they wan' take now? My life? I got so much more to offer I'mma make 'em watch me be #1 'til I'm done, yeah [Hook] [50 Cent (+ Governor)] They bringin me all, the way dowwwwwn (Everybody's tryin to bring me all the way down) And betray me just becauuuuse (betray me) I'm down (just because) I, don't know, what, to do nowwwww (I don't know what to do) Me? My loyalty's, what I'm 'bout Ha ha (that just happens to be what I'm about) They burn me, over and over and over (over and over again) Like they doin what they supposed ta They burn me, goddamn look at how they do me (look at how they do me) Somebody new tryin to sue me So they burn me (after all I've done) So they burn me (Seems like I can't find a friend, every time they burn)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy OJ[Hook - 50 Cent] Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitches [Verse 1 - Kidd Kidd] I'm smoking up my lungs, this liquor drowning my liver I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer, Master Splinter Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter Yeah, I'm kind of thinner but Goddamn, you're jeans are slimmer I don't want you 'round my children, you look like a sex offender Planet of the Apes, I'm a G-Unit gorilla All these rappers claim they killas, prolly sue you when you hit 'em See I'm not what you used to, I ain't soo-woo, I ain't crippin' I'm a Rider Gang nigga, we gon' get it where we fit it [Hook - 50 Cent] Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitches [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Got a new bitch that's so bad, yeah, she don't know what she doin' And her ass so round and fat, when she touch me, I'm like boooing! I want head and I want tails, so I don't wanna flip a coin I don't kiss it, I don't tell, so her close friend she can join They don't call me from the pens, that's to see how things are goin' So the money, it still flowing, get a Rider Gang, it's still glowin' And my neck and my wrist and my ears and my fist, got diamonds all over shit glowin' And the Lambo ain't got no top, it ain't summer yet but it's hot You gon' lose the speech when you hit the streets and you see the bitches I got You better believe it's real from the Philippines to Brazil Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her, people can give it to you pure 100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup [Hook - 50 Cent] Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitches [Verse 3 - Kidd Kidd] MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls 4 door garage, bitch, I need 8 cars They want me locked up, they singin' like Akon Or shot up like a dope head arm Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong I would take your head on, so you can see me head on I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on She got my head gone, shit, I'm 'bout to head home Pimp zone, that's my destination Still street, never handed in my resignation Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering, huh! [Hook - 50 Cent] Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit I'm pullin' off a O.J, off-off a O.J I'm pullin' off a O.J, I'm killin' these bitchesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Just Wanna[Interlude] *Porn* [Intro] That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it That’s the way, aha, aha, I like it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Look nigga, if you don’t love yourself, ain’t nobody gon love you Your shit ain’t right what bitch in her right mind gon’ fuck you That’s what they told me then so I was like “fuck a bitch” I’mma grind, I'mma shine, in time I'mma blow they mind Oh now she like me, oh oh oh now they like me All I want is a blow job, this bitch wanna be wifey No 3-course meal, all I want is fast food I wanna have fun, how about a quickie huh? [Chorus] I don’t wanna love you I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out I wanna fuck you Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house Only if you want to We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been If you want to We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Bitches from Belize, keep all in the weed Remy crew got me sweating out a remi weave Fuck a model tonight, my bitch is from the She the project pimp tease Them hood bitches always bring back memories They all catch the vapors like “Yayo you remember me?” I certainly do, pull the curtain on a ’62 Hands was free, she on her menstrual I promise I don’t love em, I don’t cuff 'em I don’t pay a bitch’s rent to have the next nigga fuckin’ I’m a pimp with principles killin with visuals My diamonds like two bright stars, bitch [Chorus] I don’t wanna love you I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out I wanna fuck you Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house Only if you want to We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been If you want to We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friend [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I don’t want a relationship, I just wanna have fun In every position, we can come up with til we’re done And my request is to be kickin shit in my ear Like to hear what youre thinking, after laughing and drinking We can have a ball, we can do it all Moonshine light up the sky at night time Any time could be the right time I’m sort of impulsive, I’m kinda explosive Me, Take a little at a time in doses Once you’re addicted, I just wanna kick it You could pick the spot, I’ll be there with the quickness Give it to you good, when I’m gone I’m sure you gon miss this [Chorus] I don’t wanna love you I just wanna unbutton your blouse and let the girls out I wanna fuck you Maybe later on, if you’re free, you can come to my house Only if you want to We can get freakier and freakier than you’ve ever been If you want to We can get freakier and freakier, you can bring a friendEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fully Loaded Clip[Produced by Havoc] [Hook] While Jay and Beyonce was *mm mm* kissin' I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen While Nas was telling Kelis "I love you boo" I was shining my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 1] You want a problem with me? - no problem, it's all good I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood Black rims, black hemi, nigga see me when ya see me I appear and disappear with the heater like a genie That party and bullshit'll get ya ass popped Don't believe me - ask Fab, they got his head shot I'm in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms Smoke on weed not on sherm, nigga it's my turn I fire on ya ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn I'm screaming "Fuck the cops!", riding 'round with my Glock There's my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box That's how P. got knocked, thats's a jewel I drop But you ain't peep that nigga, go 'head, repeat that nigga You might learn a little something if you learn to stop fronting I make it look easy on three piece bb's Rolling locc-ing, up early with the dopemen [Hook] When Janet and Jermaine was *mm mm* kissing I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Puffy was telling Kim "I love you boo" I was shining my nine, ya know how I do I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 2] At the dice game I bet it all, you hear what I'm saying? Take grand, I form better, nigga I ain't playing I'm trying to get it, holla at me if ya with it And lace up the Chukkas, we can rob these motherfuckers My stomach is growling, they say that I'm wildin' I'm doing my numbers, I'm getting violent They hearing me rap and they thinking I'm playin' Till they see the barrel and they see the flame I need full co-operation man, give us the chain The watch, the ring and the grill, we ain't playin' I fire that thing, it sound insane Holla, I got that nose candy, mane [Hook] When Jeezy and Keisha was *mm mm* kissin' I was bagging one-thousand grams in my kitchen When Trina was telling Wayne, "I love you boo" She was just running games, she told Buck that too I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Outro w/ ad-libin "I got-I got fully loaded clip"] Now nigga, let me show ya how I do this right here Now, the Ruger hold 16 I put 16 in the clip, I put it in, I cock that One in the head, I take the clip out I put another one in it the clip, I put it back That was Big with all that "let the bullets breathe" I need a fully loaded clipEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Burner on Me[Hook] I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me (Stunt on me, stunt on me) I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me (Front on me, front on me) I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' [Verse 1] So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldn't fuck with them I'm on that brick shit, you still on that block shit I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up Stay in your place 'fore you get your ass sprayed up Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all kind of guns I'm getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch I'm cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick I blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that? I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis, now I'm hotter So it's Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, I'm fly as hell I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on I look good enough to eat, your bitches suck me and all fuck me [Hook] I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me (Stunt on me, stunt on me) I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me (Front on me, front on me) I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' [Verse 2] You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin' H.A.M We're strapped in this motherfucker, now understand Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it hot up out this bitch My diamonds bigger, grimy niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger Line a nigga, it's a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up Tires screeching when I'm reaching, 50 preach in church, bitch This is pimping, fuck around and end up in the worst shit Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag Body bag, killer swag, blood all on my Gucci shit Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad Fucking fag, look at your ass, why you make me do this shit? I'm built for this, so I was told Since mama gone I've been on my own I'm for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it Nigga, we in the streets, that's why we holdin' heat [Hook] I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me (Stunt on me, stunt on me) I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me (Front on me, front on me) I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Power of the Dollar[Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is dro, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga [Verse 1] Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different weeds in the spot, choose one Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD quick to flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha) [Hook: repeat 2X] You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash) [Verse 2] Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops I'm livin' off experience like Lox; I'm hot Check what I got, shorty got knocked Comin' up out the capsule spot On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops So my man got shot In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast The kid who had it done was a crude fella Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella We ain't know them, but now we know better Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back Believe that, now niggas know that he's back [Hook] [Verse 3] I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it Parents warn their kids, about people like me I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo) 50 Cent, don't get it fucked up from Queens, not Fort Greene Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it I check and correct it, flow perfected I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast Respect a nigga cash My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat Fuck the police, handle beef on the street On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid They send their dogs to come get me They wet shit, but they ain't hit me Word in the hood is 50, shifty Niggas they don't want to go against me Cause they know I hunt your ass alive [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)[50 Cent] Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT! [Lloyd Banks] This rap shit plays a major part in my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' till my clique poppin' Swimmin' in barrels of money Ma can walk around with her head up, cuz her child ain't a dummy It's funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm comfy as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) I'm wide awake but it still feels like I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom full of my semen The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon That's why I, fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', more records could get my ass in position Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through Mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen With probable cause, Papa was in and out of prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (Cause what?) Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Chi Chi, get the yayo" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, What! "Chi Chi, get the yayo" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane I'm smuggled, I'm nothin' but trouble I'll make your money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards You tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third [50 Cent] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?) Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you The shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to droppin' (C'mon) If Jeffrey's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin' I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know the contestants As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain" Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games Ballin out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder if you mad, cause I'm doin' good Or cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood And it hurts cause you love 'em and they don't love you back Cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga Talkin' all that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin' G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy As the World Turns[Intro] Money make a pimp, pimp hoes Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what? Money make the world go round as the world turns Money make the world go round as the world turns [Verse 1] Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin' ain't a game Nigga go against the grain gon' get tore out the frame TVs in the Range, I'm into nice thangs I slang weed, cocaine and heroin 50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon' change Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range Run away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chain Ain't nothing funny mang, I'm about my money mang Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playin Better understan what I'm sayin what I'm sayin, I ain't playin I'll be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayin Any nigga that's in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lame Crackers'll put ya in chains, box'll drive you insane Sun can't shine all the time, man it's gotta rain That ho loose as hell, you betta crack the whip, mang [Hook] A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoes A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' dough A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke [Verse 2] I live life in the fast lane Man I ain't got nuttin to lose, everything to gain Either you with me or against me man ain't nuttin change Nigga, you.. go against the grain, I'll make you.. walk with a cane Now nigga now who you gon' blame when shit ain't the same Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang O thirty-one blood, y'all niggas do your thang You got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang Y'all niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich They ain't even got to talk to take your bitch One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes Ayo the bitch used to bring you dough, used to be your bottom ho Now your paper comin' slow, she feel like she had to go Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers Politic with the willies the real shot callers [Verse 3: Bun B] I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guidin me Haters tryin me, hoes is a-bidein me, media ride me King of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding me Representin sure tasters, the yay' keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide-in me, status reports the badest You caught walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I can't stay away like Too $hort, I gots to break a bastards back Tore em up, get lem ready to port, put 'em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us Thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill, that's on the Trill I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you Without you even knowing got you strippin and even hoeing You don't wanna let the pro in the door, this what we showin [Hook] [50 Cent] Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is your bitch your bitch all the time? You done got your paper, now it's time I get mines Except the serve and everything'll be fine, bitch [Outro] Runnin from pimpin, bitch you need to run to some pimpin Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on ho You still ain't figured out what a ho supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here, huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that ho? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Corner Bodega (Coke Spot)[Produced by L.E.S.] [Intro] Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggas gon' stay in the car Imma go and handle this shit Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... word up Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggas is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? [Verse] Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go Got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some "get this money" shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DEA I sold dope in VA My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA I'll show you where I rest at, it ain't hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment (Hey, times is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'mma kill Guiliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes [Hook] NY ain't the same, it's OT playa You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man NY ain't the same, it's OT playa You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man [Outro] Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down I'm bout my money man, I'm bout my money manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Flip on You[Intro: 50 Cent] 50, uh ScHoolboy Q Haha [Hook: 50 Cent & ScHoolboy Q] Smiling...? Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through! [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga You gon' make me fill this clip for you You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2 Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues Live my life behind the rules Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught I guess my escape, nigga was fate I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate Get slumped in your drive way You gon' make me hurt your boy You gon' make me put that work in boy You gon' make me get to murkin' boy [Hook] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back? What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that? You wander, I travel, I have a destination I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you Man on fire, hitman for hire Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires What's up? [Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can’t Help Myself[Chorus] I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [Verse 1] I had a five hundred bags, 14 grams of powder On the phone with my connect, this shit last about an hour I need work, I repeat, I need work My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked' When no money coming in is when the guns come out Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick Black nine extended clip as long as my dick They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga (Hahaha) Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga Figure, this is a dog-eat-dog world, man Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck, I got that hover I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl) I mean you gotta feel it man She bob and weave up and down you'd be like “I could just kill a man” I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toaster I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on Touch me, shit I wish a nigga would I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood [Chorus] I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [Verse 2] They said I fell off, my Benz was on the repo truck Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck (Shit) I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing' I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin' I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes That crack money handsome, your bitch blowin' me kisses You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn I'm starting think you can't trust nobody I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac on me Man since her cousin in a car crash died She said ‘don't drink and drive', I say ‘just drink, don't drive' I had a morphine dream, I got heroine ambitions That's big money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (hey) [Chorus] I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [Outro] You'se a purse snatchin' ass nigga man You'se a petty nigga I can look at you, I can tell you'se a petty nigga You'se a car thief You'se a idibitty nigga, I'm a big city nigga New York City NiggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thug Love[Intro: 50 Cent] What y'all know about this thug shit, huh? Ha-ha, TM, baby, come on Trackmasters Ha ha [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Look we can shop together, mama, his and hers Fifth Ave. shit, baby, Fendi furs I ain't tight with the chips, girl, I'm down to splurge If it's ice you like I'll light up your life VS2 Clarity, aight? I play the block, I ain't the type to punch a clock I'm the type to put the pedal to the floor in the drop I live life in the fast lane, I mix dro wit hash Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass It's like she loves me, she loves me not Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot I gave her jewels that I caught of a jux Chanel bags I bought from boosters To the hood I introduced her She feisty, every now and then she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon' write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me [Hook: Destiny's Child] A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Ayo, I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you When I met you it was Guess and Gap, now it's Gucci and Prada Took you from being a nine to being a dime You complain that we don't spend time When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine Yo, when shorty say she hate me you know she mean she love me When she play me close at the bar that mean she want some Bubbly See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my whip Try to burn a nigga with some hominy grits That's how she on it, when I met her she was lowkey Now she wanna OD You know me, I let her do her thing, son I say what I'm feeling, niggas say that I'm illing I sip Cristy so I'm pissy like a staircase in your building What? [Hook: Destiny's Child] A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [Bridge: Beyoncé] A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need And my friends don't understand how my baby laces me A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need And my friends don't understand and I think it's jealousy [Hook: Destiny's Child] A thug's what I want, a thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get the Message[Hook] I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It won't even be a war, no beef no more Get the message, come out and get my message [Verse 1] I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince killed Drake I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way I spend seven-and-a-half hours bagging up grams Gotta watch these niggas with the sticky-ass hands See my face through a hundred grams chopped on the mirror Tell me I can't eat, I ain't trying to hear it JoJo wanted the bitches, I was trying to get my weight up Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up I'm grimy, yeah, my friends killed my friends Like Blackey, he did that shit to him Get at me, I'm back strapped up again I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same I tell my little niggas fuck 'Preme And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad I got the cream to make a murder scene If y'all niggas ain't shooting y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me [Hook] I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It won't even be a war, no beef no more Get the message, come out and get my message [Verse 2] The D's kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick I came on the nuts, son, niggas ain't give me shit I tried being cool, that cool shit don't work for me I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectly You can't park 'round here while I'm down here I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights I don't clown, I get down, I'm a different breed Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone Line 'em up nice, come through with the Mac blowin' Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's all a repeat I leave a shooter by your door to make your ass leak Now come out come out, find out what I'm about That Ruger, that luger, I air your ass out [Hook] I left a message by your door, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It won't even be a war, no beef no more Get the message, come out and get my messageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Slow DoeTrackmasters, 99 shit Huh uh, huh uh, yea [Hook] Slow dough, is better than no dough (For sure) Get caught talking to popo (What you said to them son?) Then get hit with a fofo (Blaow, that's right) My niggas they loco (Loco) Go against me that's a no-no (No-no) Y'all niggas is so-so (So-so) That's why you ain't got no dough (Broke ass niggas) Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's My team been puffing cheeba and packing heaters Since the days of shell toe Adidas And ain't shit come between us Look I'm winning now and I'mma keep on winning I see with you ain't nothing changed same gators same linen Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict I live wild Beat cases before a trial grand jury style I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If you don't know you better go and ask someone 50 Cent is my symbol and my name Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game Things'll never be the same (never the same baby) [Hook] Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot Like I won't grab the Glock and run up in your spot Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got Here I stand on the alley on Guy Brew same spot where Ra got shot The block's hot warrant squad flashing my mug shot Everybody know I'm loco, move on po po, blast the fo fo Roll dolo rock solo, I should be OT on the low yo Park the 6 and push the Volvo I hear they go cuckoo when they puff Co Co I sell Yayo the price up and down like yo-yo But keep that on the low though, nobody's supposed to know, yo I make 16 hundred off of every O yo Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo Ha Ha Ha I always get the last laugh yo [Hook] I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for rec While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from check to check I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee Believe me if you thought like me you could be me But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Green Lantern[Intro] 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, the dream team We gotta get the get well cards, niggas is sick Feel this, nonstop Motion picture shit, haha [Verse] Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha Catch ya slippin' I'mma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded wit' 16 shots for ya Never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you? Homie you ain't been through what I been through You not like me and I'm not like you I'm like a animal wit' it when I spit it it's crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryina play me One shot is not enough you need least an Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin' woozy I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spray shells through your convertible Lotus, you notice? Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is war You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that Yeah I know you like that [Outro] Green Lantern Shady Records Anger Management Tour, homie YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Turn On Me[Hook: Skylar Grey] When they say my time is up And I am just collecting dust Don't turn on me, don't turn on me And when they claim that I'm washed up Or when my guns begin to rust I'm warning you, don't turn on me [Verse 1: 50 Cent] December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow Failure's not an option, my son's turning one years old I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin' Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's Broken in nickels and dimes I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit Who needs enemies, my friends keep shootin' my friends They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a Benz Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block [Hook] [Interlude] No, no, no, don't, don't, don't No, no, no, don't, don't, don't No, no, no, don't, don't, don't [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up with wasn't bumpin' me Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company Told em' i’m a winner , i’d be something to believe in They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed did Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh? One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones Bill collectors come around thats when you know you're on your own Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'mma show em I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before I'm better under pressure I'm built for it Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy [Hook] [Interlude] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it" Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the kid All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops How am I the bully of the East if I don't start no beef? I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one [Hook] [Interlude]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy True Loyalty[50 Cent] Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit Yeah.. [Verse 1: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks] There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love Except loyalty and love between thugs For you I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kid For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this the way I show my love for you Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight Cause with a record like yours, doawg, you ain't staying upstate Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew (Why?) Cause I know you'd do the same thing too I ride for you, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies How could you not love a thug like me? [Chorus: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks] Would you ride for me? You ain't even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die don't cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me Would you ride for me? You ain't even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die don't cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks + 50 Cent] Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the Glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch, you the bag I'm the knife, you the stab I'm the driver, you the Jag I'm the ice, you the bezel I'm grimy, you ghetto I'm the bow, you the arrow I'm the shell, you the barrel I'm a pimp, you a player I'm dope, you the hustler I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler [Chorus: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks] Would you ride for me? You ain't even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die don't cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me Would you ride for me? You ain't even got to ask Would you die for me? Nigga, they blast you, they blast me Would you cry for me? Shit, when I die don't cry for me Just keep repping Southside for me [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] You can catch me in public housing with bundles of D Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundled up to ski Since time is money I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You see the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice I'm seeing shorty to the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind I wear the same shit tomorrow When you grind it's Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hot sixteen Well, my flow's like a hoe that's sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun, bitches But I'm ghetto, straight from the hood, my nigga If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters I'm a grown man, still living like I'm young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice I'm called Jack Frost, man And while we sipping on Cris' you sipping backwash, man Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand You want sixteen bars in song format Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat - what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bad News[Intro] Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Trey pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I think little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas That's why I got ninety-nine niggas wit ninety-nine hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I'm just a playa that found out what the coaches know So I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the fifth grade That's why my best friend's a the tre pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade [Hook] I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their daily routine So the second rule please leave the crime scene clean Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes Ninth rule don't say shit cause po-po listen Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system And the tenth rule don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading [Hook] I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Don't go against me I'll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level's high nigga can't tell Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like a nigga in the bookings that made bail From day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, sent that money, and I got shot You put pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot What little niggas say to 50 cent don't matter I'll fire shots at the shepherd and watch the sheep scatter My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies You scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, know not to play wit my check I come through and put my knife on that vein in ya neck (YEAH!) [Hook] I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad newsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 21 Questions (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent] New York City! You are now ridin' With 50 Cent! You gotta love it! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I just wanna chill and twist the la Catch stunts in my 745 You drive me crazy, shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask, and I Hope you can come up with the answers, babe [Verse 2: Lil' Mo] Cuz I just wanna chill and take a ride Shotgun in your 7-45 Oh baby you know I got your back, and I need to feel you next to me We got a baby and you know that I Would have another, man I want your child Sometimes I really wanna cry, cause the love is so good [Hook 1: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down, and out? Would you still have love for me? [Hook 2: Lil' Mo] Boy, if you really love me now Can we walk down the aisle? Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down Cause when you was down and out I was still around You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you [Verse 3: 50 Cent] If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there and support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz Would you poof! and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap cause I flipped burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me? In the bed if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink, you know, a nightcap And we could do what you like, I know you like that [Verse 4: Lil' Mo] If you fell off tomorrow, you could stay at my crib If you didn't smell so good, I would still have your kid If you got locked up, I'd put money on your books I'd marry you through conjugal visits, and it'd be off the hook You could still keep the hoopty, if you couldn't cop a Benz Boy I'd never dip out, like some of your friends If the boys try to get you, I'd be by your side Like Cleo from Set it Off, and you know I'll ride If you gotta peel a cap baby, do it papi And if a chick wanna a piece of me, I know you got me You have to work at Mickey D's or Burger King, I'd be there for you cause I kknow we gotta eat I ain't got too many friends, you know that babe If you use your tongue, baby I'll behave You know I don't drink, cause I wanna have ur baby Cause I'm your girl, and them other chicks is maybe [Hook 1: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down, and out? Would you still have love for me? [Verse 5: 50 Cent] Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate, are you the one for me? Cause if so girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at ya trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see And when you asked me about it I said "it wasn't me" Would you believe me or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, I'll do whatever it takes I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile [Hook 1: Nate Dogg] Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down, and out? Would you still have love for me? [Hook 2: Lil' Mo] Boy, if you really love me now Can we walk down the aisle? Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down Cause when you was down and out I was still around You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you [Bridge: Nate Dogg] Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us [Outro: Lil' Mo] If you only knew how I feel Boy you would know that my love is for real 21 answers to the questions you got I'll always love you if you got money or notEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Then Days Went By[Produced by Lab Ox & Vikaden] [Intro] This is how monsters function Leave me alone I ain't fucking with nobody [Verse 1] Keep fucking with me you going turn me back to Boo-Boo Have me casing out your crib, trying to pop your fucking noodles She was 20, I was 12, man my Nana said she raped me I just smiled from ear to ear, saying take me, baby, take me Since high school, nigga, I ain't got no friends Got two 380s like the Ying Yang Twins (Haaan) That's spot clicking till the Ds run in Then it's bail money and lawyer fees, you got to have ends Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane In a ill herringbone, I got them swinging Heroine I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain't no chump Then you can run forrest run, retard when I dump They take kindness for weakness, niggas don't respect that So me I'm where that Ruger, that Pump and that Tec at Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then Shipment, but you had like twenty bricks in Richmond We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreaming We just got in the town, we was strapped up scheming First Country caught a body, then Country caught a body Then I popped a couple niggas then Country shot everybody It's cold blooded, it's real shit, you got to love it Trey-eight Snub it, and don't think nothing of it It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move Get it popping when we shopping, niggas hold down the tools [Hook] I seen niggas getting rich Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by I was tired of not having shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by I seen niggas getting hit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by We was slinging that shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by Here I am [Verse 2] Unsure since we was little niggas, son, since we were seven Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven Niggas popped his whip up, hit his Camry with a seven He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fucking stash up I had 250 grams stashed on the porch I mean, how much you going to smoke, man? How much you going to snort? First the VCR went, then the TV went He stole out of mommy purse She thought it was me, kid I ain't ask her for no money, son Cause I was out hustling She was looking at me sideways like I'm a thief or something That hurt me, come on son that wouldn't hurt you? I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub [Bridge] The Lord don't have imperfections, baby So I think I'm perfect the way he made me Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazing [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rotten Apple[Intro] I'm on parole, I used to be on probation I'm with my gun, I get full coporation I tell you "Take it off" no hesitation Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's going down Don't play with me, I don't have patience My head achin', and I need my medication Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facing Nigga you play around, I lay you down, that's how it's going down I be in court throwing signs like I'm a mason Nigga witness against me, I'mma erase 'em If they try to run away, I'm gon' chase 'em Now or at the town, and I'mma lay 'em down That's how it's goin' down [Hook] Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk On the streets of New York, that's how we get down 22's on the jeep, some deep in the seat When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down [Verse 1] Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids don't live long in New York Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slipping, then get hit with like three In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feeling Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on my wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga scheming, what you expect? My S on 22's leave ya hoes confused On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy, we want you" My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk I came to teach you how we put it down in New York That's how we get down [Hook] Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk On the streets of New York, that's how we get down 22's on the jeep, some deep in the seat When we creep with the heat, that's how we get down [Verse 2] In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get your ass hit I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life You should hear they be saying man "50 be flipping" "Shot my man over seven grams, that nigga be tripping" I know death is promised, I don't fear getting murked It's when a nigga half-way kill ya homie, it hurts Now we can hit the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump You can have it how you want, but I know you like my style Uh-huh, you like how I break it down Wanna get rich? I'll show you how Take this pack, pump these pieces, that's how we get down [Hook] Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk On the streets of New York, that's how we get down 22's on the jeep, some deep in the seat When we creep with the heat, that's how we get downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Get It In[Intro] Yeah, Na na na na Yeah, Na na na na [Hook 1] Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moët, bottles of the Rosé Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in [Verse 1] Look as soon as I step in the club I swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shift Started around twelve ended up around two I better leave with more hoes than I came here with I can't be responsible for what I say or I do When I talk intoxicated Shorty say I told her I love her I put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been faded I don't know what you heard about me but the word about me That I'm no trick, I'm no sucker, I'm no chump I be in the VIP, with my niggas round me Saying y'all can have whatever you want [Hook 2] Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink [Verse 2] I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so I go hard when it's time to play Shorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers do In the Go-Go in front of me She know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it down We get the bouncing outta control Because I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blow My whole clique pop bottles galore It's no secret the hood done peeped it When we come through son, we look like bread My '89 grind, make my old nine shine Like we been moving bricks round this bitch for years I say I get it in it's because I get it in Now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten I feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me I'm into win I'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again [Hook 2] Me I get it in Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty give me a drink [Hook 1] Na na na na, Now me I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of mo' play, bottles of the rose Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it in Now me I get it in, I get it in Me I get it in, I get it inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Complicated[Intro] Yeah! You see a nigga soft? My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...) A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...) These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! They sweet as Sweet'N Low I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ") [Verse 1] Let these fake niggas get you in the mood for looove I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma; Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist! Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that! Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat! You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger SK, I got nothing but energy (energy!) Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari the Remedy" (Remedy!) "Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me Or it's Ruger time, the SR-9 Fragments ricochet and ya ass go blind Times up, ya fucked! Gotta learn to duck, whassup? [Hook] Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me... seem so complicated Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me Show you wassup, don't make me fuck you up! [Verse 2] Listen, any bitch on the milk box ain't missin' I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh; Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed! I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed What kind of shit is that? This only happens in rap These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin' Cream linen, bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em! Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord! If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw It feels like it's never gon' stop A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top! "Forever ever, ever"? Forever in the drop You can't tell I got it on lock? Bitch! [Hook] Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me... seem so complicated Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me Show you wassup, don't make me fuck you up!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Rich Town (Power Remix)[Chorus: Trey Songz] They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard) Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn Yeah slick talker, shit talker, New Yorker Collectin’ property, playin' Monopoly (Ha, ha) You might want bond with us, build and break bread You think I'm fucking ’round, look there's money to make here More snakes than rats, it's just a habit to my habitat Grab this strap, I'ma show you who to blam it at God damn can we all just get along? (No) Hell no, not when you forget who put you on (Yeah) My plug he need the keys to success Take two and make three, they the best Pure shit, not weak shit, I got this Fearless not careless, now watch this Money flip like it's suppose to flip Reup, then double up, watch me hit the lick [Chorus: Trey Songz] They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard) Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Ha, watch how you move in my city Ooh yeah, we kinda cool but we pity too, yeah I know a killer, and he's still in school If I tell him that it's up, then it's litty, ooh, yeah They tryna line me for my shit (Ooh) Hoodie, masked up, I wish you would try to get through Before I was rappin’, I was like you hittin’ licks too Now I'm buyin’ everything, like I'm too good for a rental You act like you know everything, you don't know what I been through Send my goonie to pull up on you, like Suge with the pistol He might hit you and then spin your block wit your friend too If you pull up on me and you movin' wild then it’s lit Know it's always on me, even when I sleep, it's under the pillow They been plottin' on me since I was eighteen wearin' Kenzo Ain't rentin' no jeans, Mike Amiri got me official They ain't want me when I wasn't hard to get to [Chorus: Trey Songz] They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) And I just come from the poorest part, oh woah Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I just happen to come up hard (Come up hard) Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Maybe We Crazy[Intro 50 Cent] Yeah, uhuh, let's take 'em there, yeah [Verse 1] Sonny did ten years in the fed joint, he half way out He ain't home, his ass in a halfway house Correctional facilities don't correct shit Cause the first thing he asked is who gotta get hit A shoot out in 89' fucked up how he walk He a grimey ass nigga, you should hear how he talk Should shoot the shepard in the head and da sheep ill scatter Let niggas talk cause action is all that matters I asked about Barnes he sucked his teeth and said he was soft Said the boys up in Otisville was breakin him off Can you picture him in the yard, niggas yokin him up Treatin him like a pin cushion, pokin him up He came home actin like he hard as fuck Must want a first class ticket to see god Uh huh He stick his chest out tellin' niggas he don't back down Wait until he find out Sonny’s back 'round [Hook x2] Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, that somethin gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down [Verse 2] My nigga Los comin home soon he up there in Fort Dix It's on when he come home cause he can get 'nuff bricks I was young he taught me not to run, I popped my gun par You can ask Scarlata ??? and Amar Them niggas used to hit banks back in the days They embedded in my brain young crime does pay New Cadillacs and Bonnevilles the very next day I just look and learn, I ain't have much to say Legs ill squeeze the life out you like a boa constrictor Fuck a headlock, im talking bout extortion nigga Apply pressure, its hot, get the fuck out the kitchen When niggas pay you every Friday you ain't got to stick em At the dice game if Ace roll a six it's no problem But if he roll a ace he gon pull out and rob him Losin, a little is alot, when niggas is starvin' Man the drama in my hood is goin down regardless [Hook x2] Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, that somethin gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed down [Verse 3] Everbody know Education shot Jamal over short paper He on the run you want a nigga hit son he'll take it Heard Wise got shot up over some punk shit In the club beefin' with niggas over some dumb bitch They say Willy was caked up off them credit card scams Started a pyramid, the nigga took the money and ran Heard he was outta town ridin round in the pound Chrome spinnin' 545 I no lie ask how Out on VA, Hampton homecoming he cruise by He run in to the niggas that he beat, he gon die E must’ve caught a jooks the D's flashin' his mugshot You know it's his M.O. to run up in them crack spots His sister, she aight, big hips, lil waist, big tits Pretty face, we fucked on the staircase Lisa that’s my bitch she freak off with a nigga, shit Man I gotta call that bitch [Hook x2] Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, that somethin gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Without a strap, and you gon getcha ass layed downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Banks Workout[Hook: 50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin' - niggas must be mad at BANKS But there's only one problem - niggas ain't as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front, you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga ain't nuttin change You move I'll blow your brains [Verse: Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS) These niggas don't really want war (nah) They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh) Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big heads come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh) Not the type to go spark metal and Stop thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea) Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her It'll look like she dived head first into cool whip (GOD DAMN) You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I'm hungry like a south african with flies stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh) Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped The only trigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like Celie in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba I'm aimin for a video or cover, huge tour buses A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G=Unit's whats up right now The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown You gotta come a little harder, nigga You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA) You still gotta beg a ho (ho) And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You niggas'll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don't know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR) Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill I ain't loud around a snitch (nah) I don't crowd around a bitch (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggas was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) Niggas can't stand the fact that I'm real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH) Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH) I'm similar to the young Marcus Garvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest My success got suckers salty (salty) Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these fuckas off me [Hook: 50 Cent] Yea Lloyd Banks nigga Whats up nigga? It's 50 nigga You fuckin wit him right? I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga Whats up nigga? What the fuck I hear niggas hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin nigga Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon nigga Any where you see me nigga Lets goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Outlaw[Intro] Outlaw: we lawless We ballin' out, nigga, regardless Everything VVS, we flawless When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest [Verse 1] If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got? My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot My fat knots, my swag is top-notch My crack spots bring cash in non-stop My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock I got shooters, they ain't got what I got Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop I get it and I blow it how I want, why not? My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot Come through in the drop, hold the Glock, why not? 9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock 9 carat stones, I'm in my own zone [Hook] Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless We balling out, yeah, regardless VVS yeah yeah, we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do [Verse 2] You wan' get shot? Go ‘head, run up in my spot My lawyers will have me out by 1 o'clock Go 'head, get dropped trying to take what I got My diamonds twinkle over my Azad My gun pop, tell me why would you try that? Porsche Turbo, Cayenne I'll buy that G5 jet, pilot, I'll fly that Burn good shit, get as high as I get My mind's sick, I'm criminal-minded Shorty's ass fat: I want to bump and grind that Groupie love bitch, your left breast? I'll sign that I'm CEO ho, you ain't know? [Hook] [Verse 3] New York party of the year: my spot These bitches look so good: oh my God Looking at the man in the mirror, I'm so hot Shorty want to cut, cool, make sure the door's locked Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis Out come my oo-wee, do me, baby do me! Like a pornstar took ya to my spot My bed rock back and forth when I'm on top My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks I give it all I got, non-stop 'til sweat drop I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct, I I give her what she need 'til it's hard to breathe [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Strong Enough[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem] [Intro] You ain't strong enough, nigga, you sweet You probably go against me, and weep I oughta kiss you, you'd probably like that But you don't stand a chance, nigga Fucking faggot [Verse 1] I do more than talk that, I mu'fuckin walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous New York, New York, I run New York Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop In different boroughs I have different moments On different days niggas know how I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, Southside 'til they bury me BX, two TEC's, flames out the nozzles R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spar with me, start some shit, send the shooters out Come out the club, we out front with the Ruger's out Nah, ain't no sense to talking peace, my brother That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah [Hook] These niggas ain't strong enough Their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me They find out the guns do bust We getting paper, in God we trust These sucka ass niggas These niggas ain't strong enough Their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me They find out the guns do bust We getting paper, in God we trust Suck on this, nigga [Verse 2] When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kidding then Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga, what's up? I'm rich now, niggas know about my dividends Look at the Robb Report, check out what I'm living in Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now Crib the size of the New York City block now Okay okay, try me and get shot down I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes I'm the fucking general, I run my clique right It was five of us, all of us millionaires Now one's a fucking junkie, and one's a fucking queer Now it's three of us, that's the way we started They call me crazy, cold-blooded and black-hearted I don't play no games, niggas beg for mercy Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Curtis)[Sound of a car trunk opening] [J (Andrew Howard)] Here ya go, man [Eddie (Matthew Rhys)] Jesus Christ, man, you're going to war [J (Andrew Howard)] What I say? Didn’t I say come to me? Do I ever disappoint? Fucking no. Why? I deliver. Why? I’m your man. How do I know? How? Know? *No* Know how. I got 100 things to do this morning and you’re first in line so could we move it along please? [Eddie (Matthew Rhys)] Okay. Fine. Right. I’m just looking for something, small, light, cheap. .380, .32. Something like that [J (Andrew Howard)] No, no, no. You want to be packing like a man, Eddie, you’re a man, man. How ‘bout this.. 6-inch 3-5-7 magnum? [Eddie (Matthew Rhys)] Yeah [J (Andrew Howard)] Automatics. Browning 9-mill. Now I know what you’re thinking, that’s got no stopping power, but that’s got 13 shots in the clip, man. That won’t just kill a man, that’ll turn him inside out, pull him upside down, piss on him, read him his last rights... [Eddie (Matthew Rhys)] Alright, fine. Yeah, I get the message, I’m just.. I'm just a bit fucking lost there. And these are totally untraceable? [J (Andrew Howard)] They don’t exist [Eddie (Matthew Rhys)] What about guarantee's? [J (Andrew Howard)] What do you think this is? Guns-Are-Us?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wait ’til Tonight[Intro] If you think you're lonely now Wait until tonight, girl Ah man If you think you're lonely now Wait until tonight, girl [Verse 1] I'm waitin' on you to come, baby I'm that man Bedroom superhero, naked I'm Batman I kill it then I give ya mouth-to-mouth, CPR Bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic Have it how you want it, my back shot's bionic She givin' me something I can feel like En Vogue Unload then reload, recharge, I'm back on Back at it, fuckin' up the sprigs in her Craftmatic Jack rabbit, addiction, I don't wanna break that habit Your boy toy man, child it's cool, you can play with me City life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me I wanna share thoughts, let's talk, go for a walk Fantasies, we can get loose right in the park Bullseye right through her head, to her heart It's mental and physical, when you're gone, I'll be missin' you [Hook] You gon' get it, you gon' get it I got a plan for you (Got it all planned girl) Girl it's on 'til the 'mon when you come through (haha) I can't think of a thing that I won't do (What you wan' do?) When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait 'til I get you girl) [Verse 2] I'm Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack 2012 freak shit, baby I'm all that The touchin' and the teasin', the pleasure's the reason I'm sure she'll be open from the lickin' and strokin' Or how I say a line and it stimulates her mind My sense of humor, I make her smile while passin' time It's sexual, it's not perverted or obscene The foreplay we play, until I touch her 'til she cream Cash rules the shortie, she's something out a dream Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine See how I switch gears, her bra gone it's on It's showtime, it's my turn to perform Leave the lights on, while I get it, I got it good She sayin' she love my show, I'm sayin' I knew she would [Hook] You gon' get it, you gon' get it I got a plan for you (Got it all planned girl) Girl it's on 'til the 'mon when you come through (haha) I can't think of a thing that I won't do (What you wan' do?) When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait 'til I get you girl)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Come and Go[Produced by Dr.Dre] [Intro: 50 Cent] I make 'em move I make 'em move I make it hot up in here Look around Let's see what we got up in here [Hook: x2] Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out) Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out) Bring 'em in (you ain't freaking, we ain't speaking, bitch) Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out) Bring 'em in, (kick 'em out) Bring 'em in (it's Dr Dre and 50 Cent, trick) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] They say he couldn't do it, look, now, I did it I topped 'In the Club', I'm still sipping the bub The drama, I'm with it, I get biz, you get it I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig That's why a nigga's bidded, I can't forget it I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted Five TV's, my rims is so sidick I cruise through, your bitch just fell in love with it Baby, come in, girl, I want to give it to you Once I'm in, it's on, I'm a freak with it Money comes quidick, hot shit, I spit it G Unit kidicks, blue New York fitted Shorty, want to cut, oh, yeah, I'm with it She comes to my hotel room, she know she's gone get it Its exercise, my homie, he's been waiting, he's next in line [Hook] [Bridge: 50 Cent] People always talking about my reputation I don't love them, I don't need them I don't love them, I don't need them I don't love them I don't care what she do with him, it's all good with me Suwoo [Verse 2: 50 Cent] They can't do it how I do it, I'm number one, I knew it I do, I do my thing and gangsters bop to it It's hit after hit, damn, I'm on a roll I'm like James Brown now, man, I've got soul No, I ain't a pimp, hell, but yeah, I've got hoes I was born to do this, when I breathe I make a killing Think I'm bullshitting, my money's touching the ceiling Cam buying condos, I'm buying the whole building I'm pissing on grown women, R Kelly do it to children You bet against me, boy, I'mma hurt your feelings Because over and over, I'mma keep on winning My Rolls Royce's tinted, your Phantom's rented That's why we never ever ever see you with it Man, everybody knows, like everywhere I go When 50 in the club, shit just goes out of control You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre, okay? [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Niggas Be Scheming[Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd] Niggas be schemin', fiendin' To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin' They do me dirty if they could I'm lookin' like I wish you would Try me, go 'head, try me Niggas be schemin', dreamin' Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin', dreamin' [Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] Mad niggas wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub You move like a snail you deserve to catch a slug Man I wake up huggin' my bitch One with that extended clip, not the one that I'm with If you all made man, then you know shit real They got change on Lil Mike, I ain't trynna see him killed I told 'em that's my cuz, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him Cause when I start spittin' at 'em, I ain't rappin to 'em Now I'm jumpin' in that water like a diver Six shot survivors, school of hard knock scholars These niggas ain't riders, they hiders, they cowards I feel like 50, hold power of a dollar I told my nigga give me one of them bullet-proof trucks I want you dumb enough to try and shoot it up I'm lookin' at the nigga lettin' off Wait until you finish the clip, laugh then pulled off [Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd] Niggas be schemin', fiendin' To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin' They do me dirty if they could I'm lookin' like I wish you would Try me, go 'head, try me Niggas be schemin', dreamin' Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin', dreamin' [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It sounds like a nightmare, I graduated from fightin' Play the projects faster than the 32 man indictment See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus In they stomach, I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit I got a code name for straps, sacks in the trumpet I get to blowin', the ears will ring for days when I dump it My bullet wounds call 'em beauty marks And my ho we don't talk to narcs So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens The charge, cocaine possession, I'm creepin' with a firearm The D's don't even wanna see me, with a firearm Before I go back again, I'mma let it off They ain't got to pop first, fuck that I'mma set it off I need a mental eval, somethin' wrong with my brainwaves I'm rich as a motherfucker still ridin' with a AK Picture me comin' through lettin' a nigga play me When I got all this bread, bitch it's off with ya head, ASAP [Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd] Niggas be schemin', fiendin' To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin' They do me dirty if they could I'm lookin' like I wish you would Try me, go 'head, try me Niggas be schemin', dreamin' Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin', dreamin' [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me up Now I gotta walk around with this shit bag for months Now I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch or a nigga Startin' to treat my own brothers like they just another nigga My clique got smaller and my clips got bigger Condom on my heart, motherfuck your feelings They call me Superman see I ain't supposed to walk Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork, off [Verse 4: 50 Cent] See they ain't real as they seem and they schemin' They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin' They hear tires screechin', infrared beamin' Niggas head leakin', what the fuck was he thinkin'? Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases You know you got to relocate her when you beefin' I guess you're here for a real reason Rah got hit like you got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin' [Chorus: 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd] Niggas be schemin', fiendin' To cut your jooks, take off the hook I come through there, look how they look I'm ridin' leanin', they dreamin' They do me dirty if they could I'm lookin' like I wish you would Try me, go 'head, try me Niggas be schemin', dreamin' Try me have you hooked to I-V Niggas be schemin', dreamin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Murder One[Produced by AraabMUZIK] [Eminem] Ayo Fif, I was thinking You should go back to doing the shit you used to do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Murder them, murder them, if I let them demonstrate I murder them Niggas be fronting, word up it's stunting til they heard up Their semi talk, I let that buck, I had these niggas running hard I pull a nigga skirt up, and have him kicking dirt up I get a nigga hit a nigga, back up stupid hard Silence, it's the return of the tyrants Seein' through my third eye with both closed eyelids Stand close to the homie you wanna die with Flames come out the muzzle on the shit that I spit I'm talking like the feds ain't listening Nigga this a pool of piranhas you fishing in I get it nigga if you want it Better ask niggas out me I be on it I get the drop, blow at your knot, perfect planning Hit your back with something hot, out the cannon [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's murder one, it's premeditated murder Then it's another one, back to back put the work in It's murder one, it's premeditated murder Then it's another one, back to backroom workin' [Verse 2: 50 Cent] You know I got the strap on me, bar holding that for me I'm fucked up, it really doesn't matter though 100 9 millimeter shells in the Calico Wait, niggas drop like domino Run for your life puta, si, vamonos I was taught to see my crew a long time ago Walk around with cocaine, yeah even my mama know I cut a O in the fo' with seven at a time Made 4 hundred of that, you know a nigga grind Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time A nigga shine, like a nickel 9 I been talking to the man in the mirror Nigga so ass, they be shaking like Shakira It seems like my vision's getting clearer See me coming with the hammer out, death is getting near you It's funny how niggas never hear you Till you run down on them, gun down on them [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's murder one, it's premeditated murder Then it's another one, back to back put the work in It's murder one, it's premeditated murder Then it's another one, back to backroom workin' Yeah, starting to feel like the old meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Killa Tape Intro[Intro: 50 Cent] New York City, you are now rocking with 50 Cent Are you ready? -- I said are you ready? See, you with me, nigga? Drop that Paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop G-Unit -- something new [Intro] I'm not that nigga in your video I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes And niggas know I be on the low When I gets my dough and I twist my dro I'm not that nigga that you think you know I walk around with a big fo-fo You front on me I'm gon' get at you, dawg I be right at your crib waiting at your door (What up 50!) [Verse 1] Coming up I ain't have much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know I had to make something out of nothing Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumping Hustled hard, at nineteen I bought a Benz, I did The older niggas really wasn't feeling the kid Trying to find where I live so they could run in my crib But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid Back then niggas used to call me Boo In six months I sold a million gold tops on Guy Brewer Country came around, he's into clapping and Country left, same shit started happening Like, "He shot Rob for some ends, Rob shot Joe over some skins Cory shot you and we was friends, money turned boys into men" The cycle never changes, shit just starts again [Interlude] Naw, nigga, ain't nothing changed, nigga Yeah, I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back [Verse 2] (Damn 50, good to see you back in the hood) You see my cherry red SL, nigga -- I'm doing good Sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace -- "look at the wheels" I'm addicted to stunting now that I'm holding something I got a trunk full of guns from VA today (Oh, nigga, let me hold something?) Nigga you high or something? I don't play games, I'm bout my money, nigga -- buy something I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's Here nigga take one, catch a jux and bring me mine [Outro] Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you, nigga You know, don't say I didn't look out for you, knowhatImean? But make sure, nigga, that you go catch some jux When you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang, knowhatI'msayin? I don't want it back nigga, don't try to use it then give it back to me Cause I could see y'all niggas now running around saying "50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us" Sit tight, nigga, I'm coming, you know? New shit All the shit I put out on the mixtapes is for the mixtapes I got a million Oh my God -- my shit is so hot right now; I'm in the zoneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stop Crying[Intro] Yeah I am N.Y. no lie Yeah I am N.Y. no lie [Verse 1] They say they do it, like I do it with no mask on Nigga, get the fuck outta line, you getting blast on Jesus let the weak roam the Earth without a purpose Well, I’ll stomp ya fucking head til it’s under the surface Now I need you to get it through ya bloodclot head Before I put a bullet through ya bloodclot dreads These niggas ain't made of the same shit I’m made of I dump a clip for my man if he need a favour I let a nigga slide he came back and almost shot me Then he was thinking I was scared, nah nigga not me They don’t understand I was raised by the vultures Kids laughing like hyenas in a crib full of roaches Call grandmami "mommy" cause mommy already dead Daddy been missing since I was a little kid Now who dared go there playing games with the orphan They know my pedigree, test me I’mma off ‘em [Chorus] Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eye Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eye [Verse 2] That first body drop, we just getting started, death come in threes AR15, M16, semi-automatic, murder machine Wave that, blaze that, give a nigga wings When that blade in your flesh it’s an emergency Your love leak, heart open call the surgery Feels like my last girlfriend I lost her On second thought I know just where I left her, the altar See, I have an advantage I don’t care about tomorrow Find out that I ain't frontin’ when them casings start to fall You know attempted murder was the case that they gave me 9 bullet wounds, now a nigga half crazy What is that a tear I see forming in ya eye Why are you so frightened? We’re all gonna die You can say a prayer when I’m coming like the reaper Staring through that sight on the top of my heater Now... [Chorus] Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eye Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Ain’t No Gangsta[Verse 1] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe's, shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K For cats like you, crime don't pay You just linger in the hood, then niggas blow you away You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up Then have to tuck em in when I pop up Niggas in the hood sayin "50's Grimy" Cause they hit me with consignment and now they can't find me If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip And I can cop another one after each assist [Hook] You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out Cause we don't trust ya [Verse 2] You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? Kill him, that's what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee Y'all ain't got to believe me When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick Wit Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick She ain't hot but everytime I fuck, the coke price drops When it's time to get it on (what) I pull over the thong (uh huh) Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah) Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly" Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally" Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me? [Hook] [Verse 3] Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't fuckin wit me, duke Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it Man, I don't like none of y'all Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Catch Me in the HoodYeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, G-Unit! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] This rap shit plays a major part in my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right (What?) To send a motherfucker at you tonight (Uh-huh~!) G-Unit!! [Lloyd Banks] And I ain't stoppin 'til my click poppin, swimmin in barrels of money Ma can walk around with her head up cause her child ain't a dummy It's funny - niggas'd rather see you sufferin and hungry I'm comfy as hell, skatin with another nigga's money (WOO~!) You lying your ass off; you know you ain't that tough I'm pullin your mask off, as soon as you act up (WHAT~!) You know what I came for, a peace of the game or Artillery that's 'bout as long as a chainsaw I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm dreamin 40 cal' under my pillow condom feeling my semen The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon That's why I, fuck 'em and leave 'em get my nut while I'm breathin (YEAH~!) Never thought they'd catch me slippin now I'm duckin and drippin That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you grippin You trippin, no record can get my ass in position Death waits for no religon whether catholic or christian Listen; I went through momma bitchin in and out the kitchen With probable cause as poppa was in and out the prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect the odds We got more four-fives and 9's then a deck of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out me (Cause what?) Cause I'm ghetto (I'm ghetto) Niggas hatin when you do good, but when you broke Your friends and your enemies they love you (they love you) Chi-Chi, get the llello (get the llello) Picture me bein cracked, out of town trips on the train - WHAT~?! Chi-Chi, get the Yayo Picture me bein cracked... (TONY YA-YO!!!) here we go You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin country Wall Street niggas, they cop me on a low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on a bus, the train, a plane I'm smuggle, I'm nuttin but trouble I'll make your money double, cook me in bakin soda I'll turn your who-rock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill ya 'fridgerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater You can put me in the door panels or your stash box Put me in your Nikes, Timbs and Reeboks If you copped three and a half, you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin forwards (what?) I'm tryin to move more birds, in P.A. all day On the corner of 3rd - nigga what?! [50 cent) You can take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out me (WHAT?!) Cause I'm ghetto (I'm ghetto) Picture me polishin pistols, I'm comin to get you, the shells hit you You scream, think I'm playin - I mean it Man I done brought all these pistols, let's get it poppin Start to wavin my embroidered shell casings get to droppin The devil's 'round the corner I got to much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunt and I'll pop it I'm dyin to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you numbered for death As the world turns, the lessons should be learned Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons, I'm ready for war The strong survive, the weak shall perish, I told you before Hoes they compliment me now like 50 - nice chain! Belagio, twenty grand of chips at the dice game Ballin out, can't stop it, you gotta watch MTV BET, nigga you see me~!! I wonder if you mad, cause I'm doin good Or cause niggas feel me, more than you in yo' hood And it hurts cause you love 'em and they don't love you back Cause they know you just rappin and you don't bust your gat You pussy!! Yeah explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga They know you fuckin front nigga Talk all that gangsta shit on the record; I see you nigga Niggas know me nigga; ask around in my hood nigga Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talk about me nigga I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit You pussy... get it poppin! {NON-STOP... can't forget... Shady, Aftermath!}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Definition Of Sexy[Hook] She made me want it, want it On a late night, or in the morning, morning I wanna be where she wanna be She is the defenition of sexy to me I'm finna push her upon me, upon me Yeah let her know, that I want it, want it She wanna be, where I wanna be She is the defenition of Sexy to me [Verse 1] Seduction, I'm stuck when... She get' that bad in her eyes She walks the thick in her thighs It's perfect, it's worth it I do what I got to get it I ain't trippin, shit I'm with it I put it down, when I hit it She'll be so happy she did it I'll bet she never forget it In bed, I'm like a wizard Shawty exquisite she wanna visit over and over and over Her body is a map, I'm the god I'm just here to show her How to get to that g-spot Non stop, tic tac Time fly, hella fun No lie, oh ay No I, can give her what she need Slo-mo, high speed, xtc, triple D [Hook] [Verse 2] You can hear us from the next room When we go at it I studied her addiction She got a habit She gotta have it I'm always on my job I work it nice and hard I mean I work it how she want it She my homie, lover and friend Yeah she might just bring her other friend Feel the rush, adrealine That make a nigga's head spin I say just keep it simple baby We ain't gotta complicate it If you want it and I want it Maybe we should have it Baby we got one live to live It's precious the time we share Now call me when you're in need Baby girl i'll be there For showing me, you can confide I'm a rider. 24/7 yeah ready to rideEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Ain’t Gonna Lie[Intro - 50 Cent (Robbie Nova)] It's 50 nigga I'm just gonna remind you (I just wanna,) you shoe shining ass niggas And your boy for me you niggas be in a train station Now you niggas rap Want a hand nigga mixtape I'm why you hang nigga a mixtape You punk your ass nigga Don't give me your mother f*cking tape nigga [Hook - Robbie Nova] I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Go to a movie girl But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you girl [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] So many things I wanna show you girl Succeed then I guess I owe you girl Louie Vuitton movin on For the sun comes up and the top comes down Tryin to find out what the white royce with the voice about What do I ..extra claiming James brown doing like a sex machine Got a hot real fetisch love this mean shit Sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, Charlie Sheen bitch See me zooted and booted on my Obama Shit Money ain’t new telling how much I’ma get I spit bars had a wood in the frenzy Fuck around take a chain like Lindsey Pop about taking pictures of my fendy Catch me in Prada or maybe Escada Just another beautiful day in LA And I’m in New York a professional shit talk And uh I see nigga is stressing And I’m straight so I’m guessing I’ma above to possesion [Hook - Robbie Nova] I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Go to a movie girl But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you girl [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] You just take a little bit of my conversation when I talk To make it clear for shawty I’m that nigga in New York Shawty now lay down, put your head back I put your legs back stroke and move your bed back When we get to those back shots, shawty throw it back When you back it up at me I like that Let me guess I’ll turn you on, I’ll turn you on I bet We just getting started in everything soaking wet This pussy good she ain't worry about the rent this month This pussy must have went and bought this bitch the bens up on front For me is nothing I’m just f*cking for the fuck of it But shawty acting like we just did another shit It Can’t be it, it could be, okay maybe she’s good girl Attracted to me and things from my world Temptations are great when ..that will weight karrots ten times eight [Hook - Robbie Nova] I could take you to dinner girl but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Go to a movie girl But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl Said I could take you shopping girl, but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Oh I could feel your head up girl but I ain't gonna lie I just wanna fuck you girl [Outro] *to be completed*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tia Told Me (Rick Ross, DJ Khaled & Fat Joe Diss)[Hook] You won't believe what Tia told me (You ain't gonna believe this shit nigga!!!!) Your fuckin career is over homey (You're done it's a wrap nigga!!!!) Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse One] I'm back baby I'm back back on my bullshit I'm back movin around strapped with a full clip These rap niggas they back talkin that back talk I stab a hole in your fat back with the black hawk Who got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back? I got the black on black Louis sack, filled up with the straps Navy blue CTS leanin in the 'lac Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me You ain't got a street bone in your whole body You're not, who you think you are With your gun and your badge you think you're hard Actin like you're movin blow in the streets Nigga where I'm from we gotta hustle to eat, and you the police [Hook] You won't believe what Tia told me, your fuckin career is over homey Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse Two] SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough talk That fake fuck boy shit don't fly in New York You wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled? Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up while I'm at it First, It's We The Best, then it's We Depressed After this shit flop there like damn We Stressed We a mess he's not the nigga to test It's ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vest Call me crazy go 'head call me crazy Me and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybe Imagine how she felt when she seen how I lived When I use the intercom to find niggas in my crib Hey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus far My money comin in the mornin so I'm up with Russ Par Early in the mornin turn your radio on 50 bout to come on, you missin the joint [Hook] You won't believe what Tia told me (Man you ain't 'gon believe this shit!!) Your fuckin career is over homey (You're done Ricky!!!) Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Outro] I just feel like I'm showin off now!!!! I mean I'm rich nman!!!! I have disposable cash, I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!!! To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!! I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!! L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!! I mean I have to help him out with somethin over there Because I'm disposin of him, but a, I mean, it will be fine, we'll work it out You know, it's just politics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!! [Hook] You won't believe what Tia told me (You won't believe it!!!!) Your fuckin career is over homey (Tia's diary!!!) Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (It's Deeper Than Rap March 24th!!!!!!!!!) Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hold Me Down[Chorus] I promise to keep you close to me You give me a sense of security Through drama you will be all I need Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down [Verse 1] Through every altercation I put no one above you, mm-mm I love you They shook up when we jux 'em, you see how they be looking It's frightening like lightning, you crack off, they start booking It's beef until I get out in broad day with my shit out That's when they say I'm illing and when she get to killing Now my baby she precious, I warn you not to test us I aim her at your head, nigga, motherfuck the vests I'm antisocial, quit acting like you know me Before I go postal, you know I got her on me I'm riding with her on cocked, Audi R8 drop Feel the wind blow, twist the indo, smoke it up, it's fundamental You can't get to her, poke 'em up when we get intimate That's when I get into shit She 32 I'm 34, I fuck her raw She revolve 6 times then I feed her more [Chorus] I promise to keep you close to me You give me a sense of security Through drama you will be all I need Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down [Verse 2] When niggas get to tripping I need you by my side, yeah, so they can't catch me slipping I take you out shopping, get you clean, get it popping Use my finger, get ya hot, girl, I know your spot, yeah I love you if you love me back, you'll never jam when I react To sucker shit when they get hit and we take off if you get tossed I'll be back, I want you, so I'll be back I'll never change, I be the same, a nigga stunt, I let it rain I'm off the chain, I'm all in, mane I'll hit you up, you think I'm playing, I be strapped Go 'head fuck around, I be strapped 24/7 I'm back holding, mistake me for a chump Bite off more than you can chew, more beef than you want Come through repeatedly, show you what bananas about I'm a mechanic, find out when the hammers come out [Chorus] I promise to keep you close to me You give me a sense of security Through drama, you will be all I need Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch[Chorus] I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man [Verse 1] Yeah, your favorite bad guy's gone, The Joker's dead So for now 'til forever, you're stuck with the kid I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in an office Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat We was comfortable with me 'round 'cause I blast my heat '94, I was trying to catch Mason for bricks raw Charlie fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy, stretch The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out, son, niggas know the outcome Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus You hit with a stray, yo, for no fucking reason You praying for a Benz, it's a blessing you breathing It's a miracle that God gave me this TEC, now I'm eating Cop it, chop it, profit, it's all for sale Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real, yeah [Chorus] I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man [Verse 2] Yeah, I'm the dope-man, coke-man, smoke-man, whatever-man The X-man, TEC-man, you better respect, man Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more lean Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me, right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see, me, I make it stretch Get in the way, I put a body on my TEC Call me crazy, I die for what I stand for I'll have ammo flying out the Lambo Like Commando, nah, like Rambo I keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go Woopty-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch We gon' bag up all night We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right, yeah [Chorus] I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man [Verse 3] Yeah, it's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine Trying to blow selling blow, I'm who you fuck with, man I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeah, me falling off is really far fetched I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch In come the Franklin's then come the Benji's Fiends by the crackhouse, dirty and dingy, yeah [Chorus] I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy That’s What’s Up(Chorus- Banks) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeayou no my gun -bozarcool come back naggae,respect a gun city fly my yellow dream sleep for cheak to me (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile just not today In my hood they let the choppers spray Somebody probably got shot today I named em pop when niggas surfboard You ain't stoppin me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet Man you wanna play wit a ringer? I ain't a peoples person I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you) Even though I got the shit in the stores I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gassed, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave If you ain't up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game Now I know to keep low when the heat blow I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the nina's is wit me Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney You only spend time at the mall On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea) (Chorus- Banks) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) That's what's up (50 Cent) Keep thinkin I'm candy Ain't nuttin sweet about me Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my diesel will make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor They say "God bless the child that could hold his own" You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make I got a ruger on my hip You ain't gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin Look homie I'm down for that day-time action Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea) (Chorus- Banks) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (Tony Yayo) Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts Then breeze through ya projects When the coke come back It's the China White And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them niggas that ran And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous They rather see my moms make funeral arangements I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas Prepare for class Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps (Banks) Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga G-Unit nigga We about to gorrilla this industry man Yall niggas better know Yall niggas better fear us nigga Word to my mother nigga Fuck yall niggas wanna do 1 2 4 nigga G-Unit 50 Cent Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks nigga BllllattttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Hit[Intro] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this [Verse 1] The only thing hotter than my flow is the block That's why I left this snow biz and got into show biz Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, it's on I'm eating, ya'll niggas fasting like it's Ramadan Bowlish way in Lebanon know 50 the bomb I be at the edge of the bar sipping a Don I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on This word is bond, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong You want war? I take you to war now that my money long Why you broke cats is by the bylines and fantasize The way I'm spitting, put TV's in everything I sit in While I'm hot to death I'm gonna say this to all you player haters Ya'll should hate the game not the players, come on [Chorus] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas will come to a club To try to show you they a thug instead of showing some love Now what you think you chump me if I let you bump me When I'm about to make a mill faster than you make a G? I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor And in the crack game I'm a franchise player Niggas be thinking I be out to lunch with mines Then in crunchtime I start hitting 'em hard with punchlines You cats got to be sick to think 50 can't spit Better check my batting average, I always make hits My flow leave these rap cats petro, all across the metro Plus I pack a cannon up under my Marc Buchanan They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake Have me running from Jake in a GS with bad brakes They want to knock the take for Christ sakes [Chorus] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 3] Yo, son remember them fake players who try to play us At *The Shark Club* in Vegas Had them tight linen blazers and beat up gators Looking like last year's players Yeah, I could tell they dough was low when we came through the do' I copped a case of Cristal, he copped one bottle of Mo From the look in the dude's face and the bulge in his waist he holding (Yeah he's packing, I can see his rack The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him, son) Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run since '81 They ain't here on a hunt for food So they could catch you some cash and expensive jewels I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move I ain't the one, son, my shit ain't come easy It won't go easy, believe me [Chorus] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Outro] Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace thisEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Know[Intro] Cee-lo, we know I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner If I crap out the strap out Cause I snap right back to the beginning, nigga [Hook] You know I will let it pop Front if you want bitch I will make it hot You know, you think you ill, but you not You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot [Verse 1] I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you Wanna party? We can paint the town red Them bottles ain't shit to me, a nigga got bread I'm big money, big business, I love it Put the bad bitches with big asses and the budget I'm the boss, so you know shit is going how it gotta go I don't want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes My pleasure principle spend no expense First I'm happy then she happy that she can pay the rent It's nothing to a nigga when he up But when they down I bet you he won't give a bitch a buck Flip and catch an attitude like ''Bitch, what the fuck?" You want from a nigga, huh? You fucking up a nigga, huh?' Look, girl, you know you're sitting on a gold mine Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine [Hook] [Verse 2] My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done Don't care about the set you claim, motherfuck the gang you bang I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums That party get the popping then we beefing and we shooting Let's party like it's 1999 Flat top Gazelle, the swag going back in time I got it locked, they can't ignore it Man, nigga, know some bullshit I'm all for it Heroin Don seven sixty leaning Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick Them victim niggas thinking ''Damn, why me?'' I'm thinking why these niggas never try me Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a nigga live I let it off, inside and outside The club rocking, it's on tonight Them bottles popping, we getting right [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Run Up on MeThis is the Unit bitch [50 Cent] Nigga this is ground hog day Back to my indulgence I’m ill, no Doc, no diagnosis No cure, I smell fear [50 Cent - Verse 1] Nigga my eyes don’t cry, my heart so cold Lets play, lets make a deal nigga, sell me your soul Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my wons Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer Top biller, point blank, I’m that nigga Barrell smokin’, fiend smokin’, rims cokin’ Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open Inhale, exhale, feel a different high Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly Presidential time, nigga watch the flawless shine No need for pens and paper, this is whats on my mind [Hook] I don’t think you should play boy I don’t think you should fuck with me I’m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I’m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Find out when you run up on me [50 Cent - Verse 2] When niggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience Go ‘head play boy, I bang that thing at you like ronson I feel for you niggas I’m back now I told you pussy niggas ’03 I don’t back down Me still a rookie, nah, I’m more like veteran I bet ya iPod is full of niggas I’m better than Magician I make grams turn to cash, kush turn into hash Head turn into ass, I'm a bum nigga to class Thats me in a nutshell, run tell I did it Interrogation hours go on, I won't admit it Got cash coming out of my ass, I’m so compelling These niggas act hard till you hit ‘em, they start tellin’ [Hook] I don’t think you should play boy I don’t think you should fuck with me I’m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I’m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Find out when you run up on me [Outro] Now what they gonna say this time? Ha? That nigga fif 5 out of 5 this year He on it I'm your favorite one day And then you just turn your back on me Ha? Don't trynna get back down with niggas and won't see shit shift Cause I'm on it These niggas got sucka traits, man I'm watchin' em It's unbelievable, un fucking believable, man So you mean to tell me I'm the motherfucking culture guy, eight years straight And then niggas gon' act like The gift god given me is gone Fuck you, niggas Fuck that Turn that shit offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who U Rep With[Verse 1 - Nas] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin' us The D's in the marked vans and cabs In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thotties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out [Hook] Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! (repeat) [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got jabbed in da eye Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'mma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya Peep how I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel It's that real [Hook] [Verse 3 - Bravehearts] [Millennium Thug] Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you I put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break ya'll clowns off Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me [Horse] I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats [Jungle] How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats When we come around da front, stop [Wiz] Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped When guns pop, who's tellin' Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Da Repercussions[Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that [Verse 1] Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat You'll know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok I take the stand under oath and lie Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry Or watch time go by Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga? (yeah!), you thugged out? (yeah!) Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year (yeah!) You bust your gun nigga? (yeah!), you on the run nigga? (yeah!) You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? (yeah!) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee And after being on the street, less than a week (uh huh) Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that [Verse 3] Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN') Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN') I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU STUNTIN') You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN') Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99 You're not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed Shall up I proceed, I'll write it down so you can read If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Soldier[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking] [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! [50 Cent] It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks But the eagles I got hold sixteen shots Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust Five point O, burnin' the clutch, while I'm burnin' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what You done told them you respect me, now tell them I'm the nicest Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) [Lloyd Banks] It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga Pennies make dollars, and dollars make death threats I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next Duck nigga, everyday's war I'm heavy on sports, so my drawer's like the NBA store Don't make me send the piece at you I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo Look creampuff, you can get killed here Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down We're in the pound puttin' fear in the clown I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) [Tony Yayo] I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber Four five six feet, I off ya feet I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em Give it up, Burger King is hirin' You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime I jump out with a nina and a mack I have you like Khia, my neck, my backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy All of Me[Produced by Jake One] [Hook: Mary J. Blige] Now if I give you all of me, what'chu gonna give me back? Your body is calling me, got me feeling like a fiend on crack Boy you gonna make me fall in love, now why you wanna go and do that? Now if I give you all of me, tell me what'chu gon' give me back? [Verse 1] Let's start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into The money I acquire, mama, make it all simple Flashback '03, paparazzi flashing flicks I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a sick stash Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me Mwah - it just happened so quickly Feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley It's gangsta my music, even when it's the smooth shit You can hate me cause I hurt you, but I ain't mean to do it Em predicted it all, I don't know how he knew it He said women from Hollywood, they liar-liar-liars You fuck 'em they, get you heated, deny you like Mariah Fast forward to '06, I'm still on fire The world is still turning, my records are still earning Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker Straight up and down, baby, I'm a special kind of nigga [Hook] [Verse 2] Life is short, baby, be a part of my dreams I own Ferrari horses, my Lamborghini leans So mean, I have niggas hating on me God gave me a gift, I'm supposed to be rich I'm supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick When my homies put in work, they supposed to get hit With a piece of chain thick and go and buy 'em some bricks I ain't make that up, this is how it's 'sposed to be kid You should feel like a lifer that get back that time When I smile your smile should be as big as mines Girl to know me is to love me, I'm one of a kind Even when you hate me you love me, forever you're mine [Hook] [Outro: Mary J. Blige] What you gonna give me back? You're gonna make me fall in love What you gon' give me, what you gon' give me, what you gon' give meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Smile (I’m Leavin)[Intro] (Classic) That's right it's a motherfuckin classic! Yeah... yeah... it's 50 nigga!... Yeah... yeah... yeah. Yeah [Verse 1] Smile nigga my next album might be my last Got what I came to get, the stacks and the stash I told Jimmy Iovine ass to shut the fuck up Got Dre callin' Shady sayin Em what's up? We done came this far, we can't stop now Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick You know Em made that company over a billion dollars And when he ain't around they sayin foul shit about him Yeah we fucked up, we both don't know our pops We both don't like the cops, we don't know when to stop You know Kim is Shaniqua and Hailey is Marquise D-12's G-Unit and we always in beef Ja and Fred Durst, both of them jerks Got put out the game, ha, ha, ya lames! Paul's Chris Lighty, Tracy's Nicki Martin Boxes of ox, sarge is a Glock My nine is twenty four seven on watch [Hook] Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] You know Oprah got In Da Club on her iPod She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash But she don't wanna talk about the bullets in my ass Spike Lee don't like it that my money come fast I hate it when a nigga get to countin my cash Now I can give the kids a positive message like Farrakhan Or I can give 'em pistols and targets to squeeze 'em on I'm tryin to make a decision damn, leave me alone I'm like Martin Luther King people listen to me a lot It's non violent, non violent till I'm hit with a rock Then it's Coretta fuck this, go and get me my Glock Wanna call me crazy? Okay it's cool I'll have your kids tryin to be, crazy cool in school Truth is they like me, more than they like you They watch me and emulate, everything I do [Hook] Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3] I have days when I feel like everybody's against me Sharpton ain't comin when the feds snatch 50 Just my luck Johnnie Cochran passed Right before the crackers come snatch my ass I'm the Don King of crack, the Pretty Floyd of rap Put Southside on the map, I did that Bill O'Reilly can't stand me but his woman think I'm cute I bet she wanna see me in my birthday suit Met Al Gore and his wife in them first class seats She said she didn't like rap until she met me You gotta understand I'm a charmin young man A whole lot has changed since I went hand to hand [Hook] Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro] Should be happy, ya know?, I just want you to be happy Smile for me! If I gotta go away to make you feel better I'll go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get My money right, ya nah mean I'm good don't worry 'bout me I'm good Ya know? This is about you now, is it 'gon make you happy to see me gone? Are you gonna miss me when I'm gone? Are you just gonna forget about me? I meant nothin to you? Is that what you sayin to me? Cause ya breakin my heart... Hahaha, I mean you're really breakin my heartEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy That Ain’t Gangsta[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1] How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch? You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich Man, I stack chips and I unload clips After 3 summers in the jail I thought life was hard Some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God You know me, started sellin' leak in the yard Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers Damm dog, you been in here that long? You could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong A convo is only three words, "yo what up" You ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up Let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit And you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream After witnesses disappear on the strength of they team I'm hard as hell to get along wit' so it never fails A nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail He had a L rolled in bible paper - blowin' the lah I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high And when I shot you in New York why would I box you now? If I catch you going to sick call I'm'a ox you down Niggas you think is real really can't hold they own I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home In here a gemstar is like a nine milli chrome It's similar, in fact they'll both split ya dome Scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home [Hook] You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta) Your man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta) Rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta) You only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta) Niggas juxed you for your track? (that ain't gangsta) You ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta) Niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta) If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta) [Verse 2] You'd call me Animal if you seen me livin' on lock I stay in a box so much it seems like I'm visitin' pop-ulation When I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don't play son" "yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..." Max out, I'm goin' straight for the Glock Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block The things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat Down goes the window....out goes the heat I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' track meet Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their Air Max Nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax It's extortion, it happens in the hood often Claim more lives than choices, free abortions Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice Cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice I rock shit cause I stay on that block shit That 9mm Ruger to your knot shit See the difference is I'm real and you not, kid I still stash crack money in my sock, shit Ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop six Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this Since '86 my whole clique pop Criss [Hook] [Outro] 5-5-1 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT 1-3-4 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT What the fuck you know about that?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Riot (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent] I don’t even know what to say, ain’t got to say much You hear my voice, you know it’s 50 [2 Chainz] Damn right they got it, damn right they got it {*4X*} I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet Lame niggas be quiet, you in the presence of a real nigga I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet Lame niggas be quiet, you in the real nigga’s presence I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’ And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace [50 Cent] Nigga that cocaine that I’m flippin' (yeah), wood-wood grain when I’m dippin' (grrrr) Codeine when I’m sippin’, bitch, you fucking right I be trippin’ (WOOOO) I put your bitch face in my lap, .223s all in my strap Count-count my paper, all of them stacks, fuck something up and get it right back Nigga try me [Hook: 2 Chainz] I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot {*4X*} [2 Chainz] I ain't stunnin’ these niggas, I ain't stunnin’ these bitches 2 cigarrellas, look-look like extensions (damn) Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide, my pack loud My gat loud, I back out and click clack pow pow Court dates, still trial, my rep is a reptile Now later, alligators, I step on a work like a step child (whoo) Pimps up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down Her hair down and I’m down, her phone off so don’t dial [50 Cent] That-that pyrex in my kitchen, rich niggas still bitchin' Them GDs and them vicelords or that gangsta shit I be kickin' Who Blood now? Who Crippin?, who pussy? Tell me who snitchin'? I got a firearm to fire on for whoever done let that bitch in (bitch in) These niggas don’t live by the codes then cut in and fucked up the game Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck, it’s 50 and 2 Chainz Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this, I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this Get the bottles poppin’ while the hoes watchin’ and damn I love this gangsta shit [Hook] [Outro: 50 Cent] (Yeah... that's what I'm talkin' 'bout) We gone get back to the real shit Quit fucking aroundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In da Hood[Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be ridin' through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [Verse1: 50 Cent] I'm hot, boy, I told you befo' Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up 'Hood empty, niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy Niggas'll set ya up and wet you up, trust me, they shady Got a pet bulldog I keep under my linen It don't bark, it spark when that revolver spinnin' We winnin' [Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be ridin' through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims Goddamn, look at them twenty-fours inch diamonds spin Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood A few times niggas tried to blast me in the 'hood Fuck it, it's all good Catch me in the coupe, on the lean With needles and samples and diesel for the fiends The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay with the nine I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house Nah, homie, better get to know me better Before you be leaking pints of blood into your Iceberg sweater When the talons come flyin' up out the Beretta You gon' feel like it's your fault and say, "man, I knew better" Look, dawg, I don't play that shit I pull that thing out I'mma spray that shit That's how I get down [Verse 3: Brooklyn] Brooklyn, she's so sick in the hood Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood Cause I throw diamonds, shoot the fifth in the hood That's what you get for talking all that shit in the hood Yeah, I'm still a minor, remember this Everything Brooklyn'll drop you broads'll fall behind her Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood [Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be ridin' through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should I still be ridin' through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we shouldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put A Hole in Yo Back[Produced by Jake One] [Hook: 50 Cent] I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me I'm like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But I'll shoot, you know I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, nigga what? You're now rocking with the livest Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas got to move Only the strong survive, the weak getting bent up [Hook: 50 Cent] I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me I'm like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But I'll shoot, you know I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, nigga what? You're now rocking with the livest Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas got to move Only the strong survive, the weak getting bent up After they blow trial and that ass get sent up Niggas in the pens gon hear this and lose they mind Come home possessed by the music, and use that nine I was in Sean C crib when I wrote my first verse Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere and let my gat burst I ain't had no money then, I was in and out of cash Wearing blue Nike Cortez from V.I.M's damn Went to Eddie's for gold teeth, Benny's for the shines Had on eight ball jackets to cover up the nines Barrel link chains, [?] rings Damn fools I rob em for like all kind of bling This is not a fiction homeboy it's fact Certain kings paint problem child on my back [Hook: 50 Cent] I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me I'm like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But I'll shoot, you know I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Mechanic[Intro: 50 Cent] Niggas trying to front? We move on them One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them Next day we outside like who want it? Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them Next day we in the hoopties looking for them Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them [Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this I'm the Mechanic [Verse 1: 50 Cent] With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft I provide these services, we breaking them off I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it My Momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us" The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn't get us Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it But where I'm from if you want shit, you got to take it I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets) I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi You asking about Nedgme, they know me [Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this I'm the Mechanic [Bridge: Tony Yayo] We don't play that pussy shit, we move on them We put that work in, nigga, we move on them Shorty, I know you ain't scared. We move on them Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting niggas up I'm the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those? I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall I say "Get'em!" they get to killing like I'm running the court Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning [Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this I'm the Mechanic [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Money buys guns, paranoia comes When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run Friends turned foes, Daddy girl's turn hoes In the penitentiary hearts turn cold Some turn snitch for State's evidence While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich When the drama comes they way they don't fucking panic They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics [Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this I'm the MechanicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gun Runners[50 Cent] Aww man...who the fuck is callin'? I don't even wanna answer this shit...Hello? [Black Child] Whattup nigga it's Black Remember me from way back? We used to go to school together Man, I got your number from Heather She said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got And if I like it I'll cop [50 Cent] Damm nigga, you hot You talkin' like you tryin' to get a nigga knocked What time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 O'clock I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at? I'm in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see 'em Pullin' up slow in the BM I popped my trunk to show him what I'm workin' wit' First I showed him the TEC I told him Niggas give these shits respect But you don't want this, Man These shits is known to jam This is a little smaller here And a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger 16 shots, hollow points will go through ya And this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossberg kid Two shots and you can wet like half a block This shit here gets my dick hard It's a Calico, it holds a hundred shots If you can't kill your beef with this you need to stop C'mon, pick somethin' now nigga, you know it's hot [Black Child] Man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got [50 Cent] Aight, nigga look, I got Two 380's One black, one chrome, and 4 Glocks They all hold 21 shots Look, I done been through all my shit nigga So tell me what you want [Black Child] It's hard to choose man, I think I'll take 'em all [50 Cent] Oh, you gon' do me like that? I got one more piece to show you, my Derringer I keep it in the small of my back It's a two shot, it's chrome, my initials engraved in it (shots ring off) Look at you now, you had to get it Your BM? I'm takin' it, shit, you don't need it Park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack Then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak He gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two TEC's Said "Don't go by the gamblin' spot, that shit gon' get wet"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Took My Heart"So tonight, I wanna talk to you about the relationship Between money and peace.." A lot of people say it's not about money, it's about peace! It's about money... You took my heart from me I'll never be the same Now killing won't be hard for me Cause I can't feel a thing Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit Kissed my nanna, I can't listen to this bullshit It's all good til they ask me for an offering All we got is pain, so that's all I can offer him My mama cold, she put me in this cold world Left me, what I got to protect me? Oh, I got a 9, yeah I got a 9! And all this ambition, bitch I'm on the grind Sky's the limit, 2 for 5's the gimmick You line something up, I tie something up They run up out that crib with that money, nigga what School of hard knocks, I'm ahead of my class With no hesitation put a hole in your ass See, no it's never my fault when I fuck up I knock your ass out, to wake you the fuck up Brass knuckles and my knife: now tell me wassup [Hook] I made it to a half a mansion, shit I thought I made it Hood bitches on a nigga, yeah all on a nigga The D's his the door with the batter ram I'm standing by the toilet that's broke, tryna flush this shit Bizzy was my nigga started fucking with that cracker shit Beat me out my money, nigga ran off with my mac kid I was down, he kicked me when I'm down When I think about this kid, it fucks my head up right now You know the same niggas that got me shot, killed your brother And you ain't never did shit about that, motherfucker When niggas was beefing with you, I shot that park up Now I'm thinking about the occasions, my gun blazing You got me feeling like a sucker B You took my heart from me (Son, I don't give a fuck son we can back right now) I'll never be the same (Niggas gonna try and front on me and be right there?) Now killing won't be hard for me (Nah, nah, I'm putting them niggas on house arrest) Cause I can't feel a thing I'mma go and I'mma go back, fuck that I'mma stay on them niggas 'til they can feel me breathing on them You, you look at these fake ass niggas They think cause they saying some fake shit in music, that the shit I be saying ain't real All you gotta do is ask niggas, they tell you about me They dont say Fifty though they say Boo Boo Uh uh Find out Find out if I let it go Man turn this shit offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m On It[Hook] I’m on it I blow a hundred million, make another hundred mil, bitch I’m on it I hustle hard, oh my God, look at me I’m so rich I’m on it My swag on a hundred, yeah that fly shit I want it quick I’m on it I’m always on point, man I make niggas so sick [Verse 1] I’m chin chillin, crystal spillin’ Hip hop’s villain cause I’m making a killin’ Niggas wanna try me, I’m strapped with the lammy If Jay’s Illuminati, what am I, am I Bugatti? Lodi Dodi, we like to party Big 4 in the morning, go outside and catch a body I ball full time nigga this is not a hobby If you don’t know about me, better ask somebody Yeah, I’m grimey, my wrist so shiny My Audemars, I blew a mil, I’m back to making money My swag make her want me, why else would she be on me I bet she hardly want me? I think she want to blow Lick me like a lolly, lick me like a lolly Her ass ain't all that but her tits like Dolly’s Give me that punani, give me that punani Now this is motivation make me want more money [Hook] [Verse 2] I got it, black card in my wallet Find me on locations with model bitches are spotted Fly shit I rock it, Tom Ford, exotic Bitches on my dick now that I moved up out the projects One for the money, two for the show I’m ghetto like a mothafucka, what you didn’t know? Took threes for my niggas gettin’ 8 hundred an O Kush burn slow, I burn dough And sip Merlot like I’m on furlow Fresh up out the pen, I’m back at it again Thumpin’ like the system in my new big body Benz Look I’ma Fat Joe, my neck glow The lights hit the ice, its a special effects show Tinkle twinkle little star, no one here knows who you are Me I’m so big, notorious you dig The paper’s no problem when you're fucking with the kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (The Massacre)[Intro] *CD opening* To all my fans Love 50 Cent Happy Valentine’s Day, hmmm… *Reading CD back* *Gun shots and screams* *Bullet shell is dropping*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Don’t Play That Pussy Shit[Verse 1] It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right? It ain't good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right? Everybody know that Doing good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems Treys, trey pounds, and four-fours solve em (you ain't lying!) I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit Your man gangster? Me too -- go on, get him, bitch! I just bought a new toast to spit Next nigga getting gully getting laid out quick Wherever ribs is touching, niggas is getting hurt Cause a broke nigga always down to put in work Don't run up on me -- I don't know you, nigga So what you bought my CD? I don't owe you, nigga I know you love the way the Audi's beat bumps Got your license plate rattling all over your trunk I confuse these chumps with my style, dog I'm from Queens, but I'm motherfucking B.K. hard I sound like I move bricks Uptown But like a thug from the Bronx, I stay with the four pound Shook nigga -- I'm a Guinness Book nigga [Hook] We don't play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Don't go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Queens, nigga! We don't play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Don't go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Brooklyn! [Verse 2] If I can't get my gun in the club, why would I come in the club? So niggas I done stuck up could cut me the fuck up? Nah, I'm outside to jump off when they finished, G Four deep, strapped with all kinds of heat Niggas think they want beef; they don't want beef They find out when somebody they love laying in the street When you rap, you keep it gangsta, dog -- it's all good But don't go popping that shit in my old hood Where I'm from, a young boy'll come and try you, nigga Shells'll have you feeling like you on fire, nigga If you thinking we thirsty, cuz, you right We looking at your watch and chain like that's a S-type Promoters saying, "Don't play 50 in the club Last time he came on, niggas tore shit up" What! I don't know where you from and I don't care But, nigga, we don't play that pussy shit around here [Hook] We don't play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Don't go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Harlem, nigga! We don't play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Don't go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- BX! [Verse 3] The only Spanish I know is, "Go on your guita la boca, puta" "No inglés, no inglés", motherfuckers'll shoot ya The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care We don't talk that "Mira, mira" bullshit around here Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood Niggas heard I got shot, they was all saying, "Good!" Fuck y'all, y'all ain't got to like me I get knocked, y'all niggas ain't got to write me I'm on the same bullshit I been on It's the same bullshit y'all niggas need to get on Y'all shit sound too commercial Come cruising through the hood, motherfuckers'll hurt you You should know where and where not to flash jewels Cause nigga's run up on y'all fools and flash tools They want the money, the watch, and your tennis shoes I ain't gotta tell you not to move -- you know the rules [Hook] We don't play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Don't go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Staten Island!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Invitation[Produced by Manny Perez & Ty Fyffe] [Verse 1] I had five hundred grams and fifty in 58 bags Fo'-hundred Benz, eight thousand in cash Then the ball dropped, gun popped, Banks got blast I make it so hot, one shot'll melt yo' ass Got popped up, cried 'til my eyes turned red Then told myself in the mirror "nigga, you ain't dead" I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I got it When you see me in the hood motherfucker don't talk to me 'Less you wan' talk about using the hawk for me When Al blew Black away I had him on some stupid shit Then my rap shit worked, now I'm super stupid rich All I do is stunt now, I'm so Maybach There I go fronting again, I meant to say laid back Go 'head move reckless, get banged for your necklace I serve him with the semi, feed him a clip for breakfast [Hook] You want some? Come get some Nigga it's murder one when I toss my gun You might see me let it off, you might see me run But you won't see shit time the police come Huh? You want some? Come get some Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done You just bleed and bleed 'til the police come Huh? You want some? [Verse 2] I got a eighth of dope left, half a pound of purple Shooters in my circle, try me I'll let 'em murk you Got more guns than a gun store, beef ain't what you want, boy You wanna be nice to me, you wanna shoot dice with me You want a ace on purpose, why you so nervous? Nigga we from the same hood, we come from the same shit You got gonorrhea too? We fucked with the same bitch Getting money is necessary; see me I'm a visionary And I'm saying that house should be a crack house Now see it how I see it or I'll bring the straps out The tech and the mac out, the Sig and the Taurus The Koch and that Heckler, then nigga we warrin' I let my pistols speak for me and all of 'em foreign Click-clack, comprende? I'm criminal-minded Toss my Nina in the sewer, bet nobody find it 'Til it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun, what? [Hook] [Outro: 50 Cent] Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it Come get it - huh? You want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it Fuck that nigga - huh? You want some?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Doo Wop Freestyle[Intro] Ayo, I know these niggas don't like me But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm saying? 50 cent, 9-9, motherfucking Doo Wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wanna take it Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) [Verse 1] Yo, they shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll 'em over, take that Pelle Pelle You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this Not even Puff and that nigga there made crazy hits Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now I'm saying this shit slow, so you don't miss it Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted Son, I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime See I'm tired of all these rapping niggas dying to shine And I'm tired of fiends asking for a dime for nine Hearing this next punchline from me may sound strange You sit your 5-dollar ass down before I make change Yo, the sale went stale, caught 'em real bad Fresh out the jail, shit is really real Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell 20-man indictment, my lawyer gotta fight this Niggas know I ain't never pressed for dough And niggas know I don't serve nobody I don't know Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an O.Z My man brought 'em to me, see he ain't really know, B That it was hot, dude was a cop He was just trying to prop to put the new beams on his drop First I served him O.Z.'s then I served him whole keys Now we all co-d's -- damn man, I O.D You know how it is on the street, niggas is holding the heat Po-po walking to beat, we burning L's up in the jeep Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic It's over, I can't believe it, damn it's over Feds seized the Six, the Lex' and the Range Rover Now a nigga rolling in a Toyota Corolla Used to never get high, now I'm never sober .380 six-shot Glock top loader Keep it in my waist, son, I'll put one in your face I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga, so stay in your place Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long But it feel like a motherfucking marathon [Outro] Come on, bounce, nigga, bounce Wop the reason why y'all motherfuckers say bounce, bitch Niggas, niggas don't set trends, niggas just jump on dicks That's why they Bloods and Crips nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Touch the Sky[Produced by K-Lassik Beats] [Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You wanna dance, let's dance nigga, I take you to the prom I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm nigga My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy Your fate, your death day'll fucking come if you push me Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow I get low, they say I go like a pro It's a wrap and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach You've been clapped and in fact there's no coming back from that I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right I hit your ass up right, nigga it's nighty-night [Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram These O.G.'s talking 'bout, back in the days I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page I'm in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga G-C-T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga I'm an ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars Same house, and still fuck the same broads Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky Seven-sixty, drive by light tint With two hoes in the whip looking like flint [Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up highEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gangsta’s Delight[Hook] This is hip hop, it go clip pop It hit 'em if ya hit me, the clip pop, it popped and it don't stop Papa said we bang bang boogie, we get' em oh goodie Keep the hoodie when you're fucking with me, me, me [Verse 1] Now what you hear is not a test I said it's not a test, nigga, it's not a test Got my Teflon on wrapped around my chest I do it the best, ya heard, I do it the best Tuck the nine by my spine all the time Stunt when I want a dead nigga, fuck with mine My neck and my ear get to flicking like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa I'm the underground king, I reside on the throne In the club wilding out over Henny and Patron Me I'm in the zone, yeah me I'm in the zone It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown Shawty in my ear like ''please take me home'' Before the next song, come on dawg, we gone Off to the hotel, motel, the Holiday Inn She said ''if I knew you worked the cat from the back like that I would've brought my friend'' uh huh huh huh huh [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm so raw, yeah, I'm so raw Me I'm so ghetto, I'm oh so hardcore I'm down by law, this style ya never saw I give 'em just a little then watch 'em fiend for more Yeah, they want more, they hot and they want more They love the way I kick it, they addicted to your boy I'm ecstasy, I'm the ultimate trip I have ya in the morning like a dope fiend sick Now feel the rush, I'm like pure cocaine I have the whole night club going insane No matter how rich I get I'm never gonna change I will let it rain, push me, I let it rain I do this shit myself, lawyer money ain't a thang The unit is the gang, the yin and the yang We went from poor to rich, now look we the shit You best control your bitch or she'll be in the six Uh huh huh huh huh [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm fresh to death, I'm rocking the vest I'm strapped moving 'round with the heat I said I do it the best, I'm not the one you should test That's why my name ring bells in the street I put that work in, yeah yeah I put that work in, yeah yeah I put that work in, yeah yeah I put that work in, yeah yeah [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Queens, NY[Verse 1: Paris] I string em along on some acoustic guitar shit Tell 'em park it in front of Neiman Marcus I need that, I need that Said we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at? Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at? Living on 'em, shitted on 'em, taunt ya I'm hotter than the sauna, [?] is under Calm yourself before you get dealt with Had the medics working on your pelvis DOA there's nothing left to say Went down like an hourglass Paris 1st class regardless Fake bitches, not responsive Me, I'm in the streets rocking a piece, that's retarded In the diamond district with Jacob Making you, you little clones wanna save up [Pre- Chorus: 50 Cent] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin' We be out with the chrome [Chorus: 50 Cent] Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at? [Verse 2: Paris] All my men is caped up, stingy with the snatch 'Cause niggas get too attached (Word) Sleep with the ratchet under the mattress Natural: my cat got a 5 o'clock shadow It don't matter 'cause niggas is still badder You chicks is getting fucked I'm on top, that's how I bop Luxury every stop Eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend You're not needed: next nigga, remix Word to everything with on G shit Fuck with me, give me a reason Feel something hot, change the whole season For the greater good, make you face your demons It's the loca, caramel mocha Bitches is on their sofa, I'm taking over You now rocking with the best mama Bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell Bughatti, oh! [Pre- Chorus: 50 Cent] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin' We be out with the chrome [Chorus: 50 Cent] Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at? [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Queens will ease on 'em, squeeze on 'em We'll dump the .223's on 'em Breeze on 'em, lit the trees on 'em In the bandanna, make em think it's gang-related We on that gritty shit, the city shit New York New York You come through on some pretty shit Get outlined in chalk I get busy, I get busy, I'm strapped now I'm tryna say I want you motherfuckers to act out I had that ass sprint towards the door when I back out Don't do it, don't you do it, don't you do it Don't make me step to you Holy moly, rolly icy oyster perpetual Diamonds blinking like hey, just take a look at it I'm a regular bad man, they say I'm a mad man Fuck a mask and gloves, I lay it on bare hands We come from a war zone, them South side streets Where anything and everything gets gunned to eat [Pre- Chorus: 50 Cent] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin' We be out with the chrome [Chorus: 50 Cent] Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at? [Outro: 50 Cent] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our ownEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Whoo Kid Freestyle[Intro: 50 Cent] Yo, this is 50 cent, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm here with my man Whoo Kid You know how I put it down, nigga It's not safe around here as soon as the street lights G-Unit, nigga What? What? Nigga, yeah Yeah, we in here, what's up, nigga? 50 Cent, nigga [Hook: 50 Cent] We can't get money selling weed? (We gon' sell coke) Ain't no money selling coke? (We gon' sell dope) Ain't no money selling dope? (We gon' sell X) And if niggas won't buy the X? (Then we gon' sell tech's) [Verse 1: ?] My advice for y'all niggas is stop frontin' 'Cause if 50 say "Pop something," I'm gon pop something, what up? [50 Cent] Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send 12 shots to you, run four in the clip Get in the whip, it's a wrap [Havoc] Nah, fuck that [50 Cent] Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that Niggas running with the steel out, now it's time to peel out [Tony Yayo] 50, let me drive [50 Cent] I got this, nigga, chill out [Lloyd Banks] And I ain't scared of niggas, I ain't scared of gettin' bagged [50 Cent] I'm just scared of the corner store 'cause it's full of them Arabs They blowing the shit up like it's okay I got a bomb on my waist, I'm Kamikaze I dare D's to get next to me [?] Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, yeah that's–that's it, nigga That's it, it's a freestyle, the fuck you want for free? Fucking Arabs just ran the fucking planes into the building The fuckin' price went up 10 grand this fucking weekEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy NY[50 Cent] Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on Gran turismo, Masi', I just lean back on 'em Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em [Hook: 50 Cent] It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y [50 Cent] I hate when you niggas do shit then make me ask why If you the homie why you wanna go and testify? Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry? I'll grow old in the yard starin' at the sky Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies? And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories? Why is the question I ask Shit was all good when you were splittin' up stacks That shit you told the people got 'em under max Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT? When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die! [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Baby Get On Your Knees[Intro: 50 Cent] Yo, Whoo Kid, man. Yo, drop this shit, man. I gotta go, man. Let's hurry up, let's go, man. Oh yeah. 50 Cent, uh. G-Unit. Oh, man. I'm feeling myself right now [Chorus: 50 Cent] Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you (Come on, baby, just kiss it for me Just put it in your mouth) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] She was hesitant at first, said she never did it before As soon as I got her going she was going like a pro She went up and down like a merry go round And round and round and splash She's freaky freaky, when you get her in the bed You need a G like me to get her to give you head My conversation is stimulating She in room ten-nineteen in the Hilton waiting She got a thing for ballas, I mean a thing for balls And I had turned her ass out so I'm the one she calls On the cheek she kiss me and she tell me she miss me Being around me got her used to drinking Don and Cristy I'm a special nigga, look, I'm used to blinding Keep that Benzo clean and those spreewells shining [Chorus: 50 Cent] Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] (You can't be serious? It's four in the morning..) Right in the morning I rolled over Guess who was over my shoulder A pretty round, round, round Who just got finished going downtown But at night with no lights I have you wondering If it's a lighting bolt in your mouth or a glow-in-the-dark tongue ring Banks need a ghetto chick, set a nigga up wit ass Sneak around till he fall asleep, digging in his stash Leave with everything, rob a Benz, stacks and the grass Ass so fat she get handclaps when she pass I ain't never had a girl, but you can be my bottom bitch I done been around the world, we done hit all kind of chicks Range Rover, never sober, Hennessey, vanilla soda B-A-N-K dolla sign, bitch Nah, I ain't here to hold you Let your baby daddy roll his shoulder Banks don't associate with no tricks I'ma make it a G-Unit party, from the hotel lobby And if you ain't trying to freak off then go home, bitch [Chorus: 50 Cent] Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you [Verse 3: Young Buck] You know what I came to do, let you put your lips on my dick But don't tell nobody, you my mistress, bitch All your friends keep telling you what to do when you get me Got to eat the nuts first like a Hershey's Kisses Bitch, show me you miss me like I'm Pac or Biggie She can be small as Eve or even big as Missy I like it when them dikes indugle in group six Suck off thanks to 50 and B-Light, unit Get your ass suplexed, telling me to go down I'm a P-I-M-P, bitch, I bet you know now Baby girl, slow down, ou make a nigga cum quick When you closed your eyes and make your tongue do a twist You my 3 o'clock, lolipop, kiss the last drop, bitch Walk around naked, hoe, I met your ass topless She finally found out what Young Buck is 'bout So give a nigga from the south some of that mouth [Chorus: 50 Cent] Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you (Come on, girl, you know I got you) [Outro: Don Magic Juan] Alright then, you playas that's down on the dial right now. We gon' give you some real good game, dawg. Official, dawg, Magic Juan and Whoo Kid. We gonna do something that y'all know we gonna do. We gonna soda-pop. Y'all know what I'm talking about if y'all with this game, so get your soda popping ready 'cause we gonna soda-pop it 'round here. ChurchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Out the Club[50 Cent-talking over beat] It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha [50 Cent] Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love, bitch Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We wanna parlay wit you [50 Cent] I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea) Like they ain't grow up in the same hood wit a nigga In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names Bitch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea) They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy BITCH (woo) I'm gone show em now I'm gone show em how (show em how) How we break it down This is how it's goin down Them bitches think pussy precious Them niggas they wanna test us Got beef so we be wearin vest-es Look I don't give a fuck nigga Bitch I ain't buyin no pussy Nigga you'll die if you push me Nigga you know I’m holdin' Bitch picture me rollin Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it While I'm ballin she by my side wit me But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me Get out the club bitch [Hook] Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love, bitch Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love, bitch Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit [50 Cent] My whole team gettin dough bitch On the low bitch, friends'll kick a nigga do' down fo sho bitch Shorty we ain't trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha I mean damn won't you give a nigga a chance wit you On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you ain't worthy Thats where we buy the ice at the right price Bitch you think you high class, you ain't worth a third of a nigga Ya man is gangsta, but we ain't never heard of the nigga Shit hit the fan, we fuck around and murdered a nigga Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin Fuck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen I ain't playin wit you bitch you better listen [Hook] Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love, bitch Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love, bitch Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit [50 Cent] This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg" I ain't bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?" Bitches know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin I ain't gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin When ever I'm around motherfuckas stop joke-in They know how I get down, I be motherfuckin Loc-in Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love [Hook] Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love, bitch Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love, bitch Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club , bitch [50 Cent talking over beat] 2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down This is my shit, from now on this is my shit Nigga can't eat, nigga can't sleep, nigga can't do shit Unless I say he can nigga Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult You and every motherfucka that roll wit you You bitch ass nigga I'mma see you Nigga is sweet like candy I can get cha now or later You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa Nigga is sweet like candy I don't care how much you pray Nigga I don't care how much you paid And you sweet like candy I can get you now or later, later, playaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m An Animal[INTRO] Yeah This is gonna hurt you this time Gon’ see if y’all niggas can survive to second round You said what?! It’s over boy! It’s like a Murder Inc clearance sale… [Chorus] Ask about me They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal They say I have no conscience I’ll kill if I have to, y’all They say I’m an animal Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go Move on him like an animal Nigga don't talk to me if you ain't in my bracket 100 mil, that's 60 after taxes I was a little dirty nigga flipping my mattress Sneakers fuck up til I started pumping packs, kid Beefin' with the older niggas getting my ass kicked Bought a little .380 I stopped all that shit Back on that bullshit you know I’ve been on Riding with the same 9 Tre used to kill Bon Niggas dead serious, niggas though we was playin Picture me laughing in the crib after Tre shot Wayne Southside ain't southside without the team Niggas starving I feed em they'll ride for me When feds come, nigga shit gets funky Irv love Preme he fittin' to be his bunkee In a park full of kids, I pop of the mack They see the flare from the nozzle and scatter like rats I know the police is listening, this is for the D's Me and Star was cool & I ain't hit Cheese Signed a deal and made a mil before Bags got shot Made 20 more 'fore Tah-Tah got knocked Man this rap shit is me B, I got this locked Treat it just like the block workout non-stop I dazzle with the footwork, maneuver with the heat Think boy or get your brains left in the street Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it’s out the tax But I get your shines back for you homie, relax I send my little shooters right at 'em with Gats Hit 'em so hard they gonna send that back You know I know who ran up in your crib The first thing they do is holla at the kid They say 50 fucked with us man, we poor need work They need niggas like us to do their dirt [Chorus] Ask about me They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal They say I have no conscience I’ll kill if I have to, y’all They say I’m an animal Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go Move on him like an animal [OUTRO] Yeah Nigga what?! Get a good look nigga! See the flash of my diamonds and shit nigga! Hahaha Ridin back since this shit cost more than yo momma house You’re fucking playing with me nigga? I came up hard nigga! You already know what I’m about! What?! Hahaha… Aye Aye tell Preme That if he send me a written apology We can squash this shit Naaww nigga…we ain’t squashing this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Crime Wave[Produced by Team Demolition] [Intro] Yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah [Chorus] When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah – wave – woah – wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all Woah – wave – woah – wave [Verse 1] I'm not telling you to shoot somebody But if somebody try to shoot you, shoot 'em Don't waste time, little nigga, just do it Any nigga out of order must be serviced See now, now you hesitating, boy, you making me nervous The Feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet Front on me, try to run from me, hollows heat up your back, B Pistol pop, copper top, burn, baby, burn Revolver spin again and again and niggas never learn Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga So if you hit me and you get me, I'll be back to get ya Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary See, you might not be worried, but I think you should worry Them bullets come in flurries, next thing you know, you're buried Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days My nine sprays when shit don't go my way Hold it sideways, fuck around, cause a crime wave [Chorus] When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah – wave – woah – wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all Woah – wave – woah – wave [Post-Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah [Verse 2] I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me Yeah, I'm #1 on Forbes Yeah, they can't fuck with your boy Tax time is crack time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. nap sack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me, I'm all 'bout the bread Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said See the stash, I'm making double, making kilos bubble Gem star, boy, I cut you til' your ma don't know you See, when we play, them warriors come out to play You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today See, I'm back on the shit I was on before So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon' take 'em to war [Chorus] When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah – wave – woah – wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all Woah – wave – woah – wave [Outro] Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me Yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit you up for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On Something*[Snippet] [Intro: 50 Cent] These niggas be on somethin' Fuck around and they done told somethin' These thirsty hoes better not stole somethin' She twerking for you, now throw somehtin' Them people call them for something, I don't know nothin' Officer, I don't know nothin' Alright, alright, ok [Hook: 50 Cent] These niggas be on somethin' Fuck around and they done told somethin' Fuck around and they done told somethin' These thirsty hoes better not stole somethin' She twerking for you, now throw somehtin' Them people comin, I don't know nothin' Officer, I don't know nothin' [Bridge: 50 Cent] I'm the one these hoes want I be keeping that dough comin' 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, I'm onto somethin' 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, that bag coming 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, you know what's up 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, yeah bitch I'm up Yeah, yeah, yeah bitch I'm up Yeah, yeah, yeah bitch I'm up YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pussy So Good[Intro] That pussy so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood [Verse 1] She like that 50 snatch, that Erykah Badu Duke, that pussy having niggas saying, “I do” You know that 50 snatch That have me throwing bottles at you Fuck around, I throw them hollows at you She doin’ it like I like it ‘cause I taught her, I taught her I keep her on some fly shit, I spoilt her, I oughta That’s my kinda bitch, I gotta do [?] [?] her pussy fit me like a [?] Snap, we break up then come back Addicted to fellatio, her head game crack Ooh, I mean it’s all that No gag reflection, let me push it to the back Deep throat, that’s why I think she so dope A nigga fuck with my hoe, a nigga get smoked [?] them hearts go around my head Ya dig? You fuck with my hoe, nigga, you dead [Hook] That pussy so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ I’m so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood [Verse 2] I say shit to make a hoe feel good, that ain’t shit to me I’ll be all fucked I’ll let them get to me I think I really loved her in another life I want the bread, nigga, you wanna fuck her, right? I’m pimpin’, look nigga, I’m pimpin’ Ridin’ in a Rolls, no cane, no spokes This new girl gon’ make a nigga rich [?] go on and show ‘em who you with With that Magnum, you strapped, maybe suck a dick These bitches fuckin’ for free on some other shit This is just alternative life I mean, he’s fuckin’ him, and she’s her wife They hate it when they see us with ice I mean wearing designer threads, everything nice Push that Gucci down to the socks Rand and watch filled with rocks, watch [Hook] That pussy so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ I’m so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood [Verse 3] Hold up, I started to see shit I couldn’t see That mean she eat more pussy than me That hoe a faggot, she suck dick for the bills But when she get to lickedy lickin' she got skills [?] emotions and shit, that’s for suckers We-some, three-some, having motherfuckers [?] lovin’ bitches, we be both lovin’ bitches I thought the dime would pop the bitch off She want a double bag from me, drop the bitch off Hey, the more the merrier, the friends come in Like the ends come in, and the Bentley front in I’m shinin’, I’m gold, I’m on roll, the [?] [?] the more they see me fall Baby, come over, I got the Effen and the hookah We can get right tonight, I’m hittin' that pipe tonight [Hook] That pussy so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ I’m so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Southside[Intro: 50 Cent] South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know) South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know) South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit I'm glad you here though you just in time to get the grits Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E Tell Habbi it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah) That's how I used to talk to a nigga growin up That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!) Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy died I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!) Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!) Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!) Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!) It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah) I get the coke, get some pistols and build a team I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I mean? [Hook: 50 Cent] South...siiiiiiide (Look at this nigga son!!) South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!) South...siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!!, HAHAHAHA!! *cracks up*) South...siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!) South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we all over the water!) South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the fuck is the matter with you!!!!) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your crib And when the fireman come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!!!!) Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the llama When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama And that's your baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi I'm in the piece you wipe me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!) I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than heaven I got the haze mixed with AK-47 I need that Beckham money, I need that older money So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money [Verse 3: 50 Cent] He mean that big money, not that lil' money That's my nigga Yay, I know he'll kill for me [Hook: 50 Cent] South...siiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man!) South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!) South...siiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of line) South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man..) South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss) South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!) South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!) South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...) [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to make You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb (Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em son? (Hah?) 99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one I'll become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!) Life's short, feel good under the summer sun Down here, you got two options get a gun or run My first car was a spaceship, no hoopty Champ hoodie and boots, no Gucci Yayo introduced me, Fifth scooped me The floor couped me now you gotta shoot me [Outro: 50 Cent] I be's the boss of this shit right here! I said the boss nigga you hear me! The B-O-S-S-M-A-N!!!! And nigga what!!!! Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!!! I'm not goin to war, but I'll send niggas to war But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!? I'm thinkin you know what I'm sayin! We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50 Now I got a few aliases you know what I'm sayin I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!! Now thr music, we need a little piece of that Everything that comes through you understand what I'm sayin It's The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Body On It[Intro] News report Reporter: Police search for clues on the Q 111 bus where two people were shot, one fatally Witness 1: You heard like a few shots ring out and uh, you know by living in the neighborhood familiar with those sounds. We knew it was gunshots, so automatically you know we started taking cover because we didn't know or establish where they were coming from Reporter: Police say it all started in South Jamaica about two and a half miles away From the shooting on the bus at Jamaica station Witness 2: I was trying to get away from the area, after the first shot, it was very traumatizing to me like I've seen this happen a lot of times and didn't want to be involved. I Didn't want to be that person that get a stray bullet or nothing like that Reporter: Police Arrested a 34 year old man, they believe he is responsible for both shooting Incidents. They also recovered a handgun. He was arrested not far from here near Jamaica station in Jamaica, Queens. Zach Fink Ny1 50 cent: It's the big 10, its been 10 years since 50 cent is the future I'm tired as a motherfucker What you want me to be I've tried to see [Verse 1] Yeah bitch I got my second wind You could pretend I ain't the shit I'm guilty, I'm guilty Yeah I'm filthy fucking rich I'm strapped your honor New mac, my armor Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona New version of Dahmer Pussy eating Piranha My tongue touch your flesh Your bitches say I'm the best The crackers say I'm racial Wait a cotton-picking minute Now I'm racial Cause I done put cotton-picking in it Put a knot on your fucking head Yeah that'll happen first I'll put a dot on your fucking head You'll end up in a hearse They say I play mind games Warrior mind frame These bitch niggas always forget to say my name Go ahead, I want you to You fraud, I'm on to you I'm so strategic you wouldn't believe it And they know, everytime I come around Pit stop and they tend to quiet down Cause they know about me [Chorus] My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it Night vision through the sight when I grip on it My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it My pound got a body on it body on it My man put a body on it body on it [Verse 2] I read a blog They said I ain't got it I still got it Oh lord! Look whose gonna meet the edge of my sword I'm taking off now bitch All aboard If you want to ride fuck it let's ride It seems like principle living's starting to fade Even is a gangsta's life, niggas is snakes No loyalty, rats ratting on members of the game Funny they were family before the pigs came [Chorus] My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it Night vision through the sight when I grip on it My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it My pound got a body on it body on it My man put a body on it body on it [Outro] Yeah, this right here one marks the decade of hot shit If a nigga say I fell off all I want you to do is ask him when What they gonna say, what the Curtis album? Okay so number one's not good enough I gave you Ayo Technology that was number one I get money, that wasn't hot So tell me when I fell off Yeah, when I gave you motherfuckers what you asked for With before I self destruct You looked at me and was like We cool fif' You know why? Cause I won too much in front of you niggas Thats why It's alright go out take a break come back So hot you can't deny it Its your boy 50 This one right here is for the haters for real I want you to eat a dick Don't suck a dick, eat a dick Chew it. hahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rowdy Rowdy[Hook] Yo LA niggas are the rowdy niggas New Orleans niggas is rowdy nigga D.C. niggas is some rowdy niggas New York Niggas is the fucking wildest nigga [Verse One] Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she chose Now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid Runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad bitch that won't blow dick It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only say things once, never twice, dont fuck with me [Hook] St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it 50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted Got your gun, well don't leave home without it Them Memphis ballas is rowdy rowdy Them [Chi]-town cats is bout it bout it They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it [Verse Two] Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet niggas will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?" I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the [Jack] I'm the type to borrow your gat and won't give the shit back I'm F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress your girl gently in back of the Bentley You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch lampin I plan to take over New York and start expandin Was Bob Marley singin about tecs when he sung "I'm Jammin'" Nigga fuck with my cash and I'mma blast yo' ass Smash the Glock out the stash in the dash an [mash] Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots I'mma find yo' ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker [Hook] The VA cats is rowdy rowdy Them Carolina niggas is rowdy rowdy If they say they gon' kill you nigga, don't you doubt it Got your (gun), well don't leave home without it Them ballas out in Philly is rowdy rowdy Them Oakland cats is rowdy rowdy They'll body you and act like they know nothing about it Leave your body somewhere where no nobody can find it [Verse Three] Yo, some nigga just shot the block up, god (Word?) He had the same shit you got on, dog (Word?) I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggas that spray and strip and say that shit You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street These industry cats are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggas live in section eight in public housing They murder you and keep shit low cause niggas heard of you [Hook] Them B-More cats is rowdy rowdy Them Detroit ballas is rowdy rowdy If they say they gon' wet you boy, don't you doubt it Got your gun, well don't leave home without it Them ballas in Miami is rowdy rowdy Them Oakland cats is rowdy rowdy They'll body you and act like they know nothing about it Leave your body somewhere where no nobody can find it Them Jersey cats is rowdy rowdy Them Boston ballas is rowdy rowdy If they say they gon' wet you boy, don't you doubt it Got your gun, well don't leave home without it Rowdy rowdy! Bout it bout itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What Do You Got[Hook: Eminem] Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got? Fifty! Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot It's Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I got a gambling problem I bet you niggas I'mma be back bustin' But you won't notice me when that gat dumpin', you wan' bet? I lost money when I bet on Roy Won money when I bet on Floyd, I'm the one that bet on boy Undefeated, eyes low like I'm weeded I bet you niggas think I won't be number one again I raise the stakes, you know why I put mo' on the line It's showtime I'm goin' for my mine, you can bet that I bet that tech jam before that mac I bet that dope go before that crack, I bet my money stack I bet yo bitch wanna roll with 50 I bet if I said I'm going to the hotel she'd go with me I bet you really love her man you think she wouldn't come She got your pussy wooped, her head game, it got you sprung I'm taking all bets, through all sets I be a bookie That have to be ten percent off the top, fucking rookies [Hook: Eminem] Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got? Fifty! Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot It's Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not [Outro: 50 Cent] Fifty! (fifty!) Ohhhh! (Ohhh) I wanna bet y'all niggas, it ain't gon' be The old niggas like me! Trust me, I came up hard! (came up hard!) All you gotta do is go through my hood Southside, niggas like me all up and down there On the corners, in the penitentiary, they from southside Yeah, they ain't on the top of the charts They don't know the formula, they ain't on the hot 500 They like me! [Hook: Eminem] Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got? Fifty! Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot It's Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or notEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Love, Hate, Love[Verse 1] It's the same shit, feel like a nigga having flashbacks I might have crack in my ass crack Back to that rubber handle, 38. special vandal Play Godfather, bitch, you be dead like Marlon Brando These bars hit harder than hard times My flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine I’ll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch, let's switch I’mma swing, hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers Penitentiary style, big monster swag Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag Yeah, niggas keep saying I’m back, it’s a fact Ya shaking like ya ass got parkinsons, relax Confused, acting like a white boy bored Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard Nigga, why the fuck ya pants so tight? You tryna show niggas your ass, your alternative life I’m hungry like I ain't ate, I lost weight On a highway it's worth more outta state I’m raw like Cypress, I could just kill a man Blow from Mexico’s cartels per kilograms [Hook] They love me then hate me then love me again Bitch, I don’t pretend, pussy, I ain't your friend I done told you over and over again You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it [Verse 2] I going green, emeralds and my watch face drippin' Nigga ain't no safe safe when I start trippin' I might call my next LP Death of the Weirdo I’m high, check my altitude, I’m lounging in the Lear home Feel a buzz, a little Kool-Aid and Codeine I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing It ain't safe in the war, the war I’m playing my shark tank On the trip to the mall, made your bitch ass plank I done touched more pussy than maxipads Now Detox can be your little rap rehab Bitch, just a second visit from the repo man And you can’t afford your monthlys, I mean goddamn Nigga, you ain't worth your shoes you standing in When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot It’s been a while so I’m guessing you must've forgot Once again you forget, ain't this some shit You forgot about me, bitch, I wrote your hits You know How We Do, Hate It or Love It And nigga fuck it I’m special, that's why your ass say my verse [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You’re Not Ready[Intro: 50 Cent] Oh, Oh G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit Nigga Haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon' scream like a bitch In your dreams it don't feel How it feels when you're hit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Mama baby boy is a killa Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla? Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little nigga For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth New York has taught niggas to get money down south But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch [Chorus: 50 Cent] You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon' scream like a bitch In your dreams it don't feel How it feels when you're hit [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] When my warriors come out and play, I'm Osirus I eat, sleep, shit and catch niggaritis And beat niggas down like the turtles on Rikers I'm a cheap-ass connect with some high-ass prices I been totin' four-fours and MAC-10s Since Tim Dog was on Ron G 10 I'm the nigga on the strip that make friends relapse I'm the nigga on the strip that's a walking G pack [Chorus: 50 Cent] You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon' scream like a bitch In your dreams it don't feel How it feels when you're hit [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo] I don't bash woman, but I'll throw a bitch in a sleeper I been this way since Rakim was kicking a speaker You can fly on holidays like Christmas and Easter You only wear yellow ice if you piss in the freezer I'll put your partner in a case for barkin' off of base You suppose to be getting money, shake that carpet off your face I'm in the place, top runner in the race Nike fanatic, spent spring-summer winnin' rings Look what happened to Ma$e, I hope you see them same light as him My tape pound from me, put you on tubes and vitamins I might've been slumped in the G5 drunk and Thumpin' The Chronic one, ridin' with the trunk shakin' I'm on the run from a marriage, the ring with the carats I'm done with the average, give me someone established I'm performing if they come with the karats These bitches want my son in their carriage But want 'em feelin' dumb and embarrassed, bitch (Nigga) [Outro: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent] Bummy-ass niggas None of y'all fucking with us, man (Hahaha) G-Unit Hottest niggas out in the streets right now Tell them niggas Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (Hahaha) The General, 50 Cent, nigga (Yeah, you heard him motherfucker) Go ahead and scream my name, nigga Go ahead, say something So I can fuck you upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Movin’ On Up[Produced by Jake One] [Intro] (The realest thing you could do is put a drumbeat with nothing but a drum beat) Niggas, niggas copied my style, Russ That's why I had to switch up on 'em Know what I mean? Mad niggas sounding like me [Verse 1] I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop I'm on the low now, I got the four pound In case a motherfucker got to get shot The only time is coming, slow down See they know now, I won't hesitate to make shit hot D's will shut your block down, after you're shot down We gonna come through and set up shop You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now How I change shit, re-arrange shit See for you, dawg, this is new shit I'm from Southside, nigga we do this They say I'm grimey, it's hard to find me When the sun lighten up the sky Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me Go ahead nigga, I dare you to try, fuck that nigga [Hook] We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? [Verse 2] I'm 'bout my bread now, I'll cut your head now You know you eating niggas, you should be dead now I hold a Glock down, I gotta drop now Nigga I'm eating, you know I ain't gone stop now One more trip, one more flip I move a truckload, nigga, not one brick They make me so sick, fucking sick to my stomach You niggas talk shit, but they know that I want it My clique's so sick, niggas know how we on it Light up more shit, the car there when we on it I spit a gem star, get your name carved into neck Have my little homies run up on your ass with the Tec Yeah, I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the Vette I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet I'm oh so fresh, so motherfucking clean 24 inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene [Hook] We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? [Bridge] Been smoking that dip The PCP got them thinking they can walk on water That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard Trying to fuck your daughter The LSD will have niggas running round Trying to kill you for us Smoking that piff, sipping that yak Talking that shit, loading that strap [Hook] We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Could’ve Been You[Produced by DJ Khalil] [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge Gave her street smarts, shit you can't get in college She's a reflection of me so you know she the shit If I'm a star she a star, if I'm rich she rich That's my dog I tell her stay she wanna go, I tell her go she wanna stay That's my dog You know a bitch don't usually mean nothing to me, that's right But that's my dog I go left, she go right, I go up, she go down She couldn't listen that, she ain't around So ungrateful screaming ''I hate you'' She must got amnesia, bitch I made you Now just think, just think that could've been you Just think, that should've been you Yeah, with me, I share the world with you But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't fucking with you [Hook: R. Kelly] Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go The reason you didn't get dick Because you got your nose up your ass like your smelling your shit But tonight you met your match Cause I be smelling my shit too, now how you like that? You could've had this dude and anything you choose And now girl you lose cause I ain't fucking with ya (Could've been you) Shopping spree's, drop top hair blowing in the wind (Could've been you) Living lavish, instead it's your girlfriend But you tripping while we sipping In the back of the club big tipping [Verse 2: 50 Cent] She say it hurts when you supposed to win then you lose You were supposed to be sure, baby, you was confused I had a thing for you, I had a ring for you House, cars, kids and a pet name for you Pussycat, told you I'd make it, you ain't believe I guess cause coming up was hard it was easy to leave Now think about it, maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong Either way shorty, life goes on When you around, my smile's a grin, my thoughts are a sin You ask me can we try again, I ain't fucking with you It's on, the club jumping, I'm trying get my liquor and You wanna suck the dick again, I'm staring at your thicker friends I guess I'm like Will Smith in "Pursuit of Happyness" In my hood, we all hustle and in pursuit of the same shit Now just think, just think, that could've been you Now just think that should've been you with me I share the world with you But you ain't ride with a rider, so I ain't fucking with you [Hook: R.Kelly] Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go The reason you didn't get dick Because you got your nose up your ass like your smelling your shit But tonight you met your match Cause I be smelling my shit too, now how you like that? You could've had this dude and anything you choose And now girl you lose cause I ain't fucking with ya (Could've been you) Shopping spree's, drop top hair blowing in the wind (Could've been you) Living lavish, instead it's your girlfriend And it ain't no other way to put it except I know you understand it girl, it's so But you see us in the back of the club Popping bottles and it could've been you, but nope [Outro: R. Kelly] Said it could've been - could've been you, yeah Said it could've been - could've been youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just a Touch[Intro] Yeah! It's 50! [Hook] She got a habit man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1] And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me Now Hollywood's been real real good to me Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just ain't shit In the whip she gives CPR to my dick You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick This role play I'm really gettin into this shit In the telly om all fours I'm ridin that horse Screamin WOO HA!!! till my voice is lost Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss My dick XXL you can call me The Source You can lie 'bout my performance and give bad reviews A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true They say I do things that I never ever do On the radio, they say me and you a item Nas fall in love with hoes me I just like 'em I can't be your man Paris head game great And Eve's usin dildos on her sex tape Ashanti's lil' ass butt naked in the truck These bitches is poppin off why would I tie myself up At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit Other niggas saw it but I felt she showed me it Times is hard in the yard baby this is real shit My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick Bridge: Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah It's on you got the water in the tub Wanna get in the tub, ha ha ha ha Chorus: She got a habit man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit, and it's onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 187 Yayo[Intro: 50 Cent] G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit 50 Cent, nigga (Uh-huh), Tony Yayo (Yeah) Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?) [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Yeah, and you don't stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block Yeah, and it don't quit It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch Yeah, and it don't stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block Yeah, and it don't quit It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch (Non-stop) [Verse: Tony Yayo] They say good things should happen to those who wait But I'm stuck in the game, still slingin' weight You know that eggshell white, that tan and the brown For a XL6 or a seven four pound Suede seats is hot, but Italian leather is better And with cameras in the mirror, nigga, the cars costs cheddar I'm on first class flights with flyin' cooks 'Cause my verse sound nice when they fly in hooks Now I'm blowing weed, oh, in Beverly Hills With some bad freak hoes in the Montreal Next year it's the new Hummer, stash box with the llama I drive through in the blue gator bomber Heaven or Hell'll prevail when I'm a goner 'Cause I eat up tracks like Hannibal and Dahmer I'm the first one out and last one on the corner 'Cause life is a hustle, any day you be a goner P89 Ruger with the silencer Let off a clip it sound like spitballs goin' through straws We got plenty of ratchets but not on sale We even got Dillingers that hold shotgun shells These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes I do not respect it, my work is never watered down So on the first I get mo' checks than NikeTown Slingin' thirty-one bunnies, I been on the block Since niggas did The Snake, Running Man and The Wop When I was fifteen, I ain't want no workin' papers I played the strip all night, servin' niggas Listen, nigga, we live like Italians in jail I got COs bringin' cell phones to my cell Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you Fill your ass up with lead, turn yo' ass to a pencil I jump out with the Ruger rapid-fire I had you on the run like Omar on The Wire I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun I'm a hustler OGs love to hate 'Cause I got old school money put away in a safe You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at Or catch me in Cali in a Hollywood throwback I'm a bail jumper, you know, a fishscale pumper Fuck Judge Wong, he won't catch me on the corner Nigga. pay more tax, homie, you owe me You wanna rap, we can battle for your see-through Rollie I be in Em mansion strippin' them models His bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle There's too many indians and not enough chiefs Why you buy all the guns if you ain't got enough beef? The shit I spit'll 'cause a all-out riot And my new four-fifth'll 'cause a hollow tip diet I'm the type to tie up your lady, then gun butt your baby I'm like the mob, nigga, fuck you, pay me I'ma hide my assets and disappear Make a quick twenty mill' and vanish in thin air I've finished my work, now it's time to cop And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot I need twelve twelves and fifty-eight fifty-eights 'Cause I got eight sales and they all gon' wait, motherfucker [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Yeah, and you don't stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block Yeah, and it don't quit It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch Yeah, and it don't stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' block Yeah, and it don't quit It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch, yeah [Outro] Haha, Whoo KidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just Fuckin’ Around (Mase Freestyle)[50 Cent] You can hum all you want to Cum all you want to But I ain't gon' want you If nobody wants you You like the smiles n the dimples on my face BITCH that's a bullet wound I ain't MASE! 50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin' tonight I got some dro, got some henny We can go and get right I ain't never been arrested for nothing domestic But I ain't gon' lie I'll punch a bitch in the eye Look, don't play games with me baby The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP! I don't wanna make love I just wanna fuck I'm only in town tonight If you give me some head Tony, give you some head A'ight Cause I ain't giving you no head, bitch Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though Nada Mean That's why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha Alright now, Sha let's get to some hard shit! [Beat Changes] [50 Cent] If I make it to heaven I'll probably be in the bitch lonely Walk around saying, 'Everybody in hell know me' You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggas my homies You probably thinking how he get there That nigga my co-d The weather in hell is kinda hot You know like the block I heard it really burns Homie, you know like a shot That's alright for me shit Cause Im in the drop Drive around heavy Tryna find BIG and PAC Niggas think when they die All they problems stop You die in jail, and wake up in hell Still on lock Imagine if you stole something and you got shot Wake up holdin' your head, still shot Niggas don' died of AIDS You know the dirty dick Wake up in hell horny Finna fuck the same bitch DAMN Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH The only nigga hotter than me Dead already nigga I know what you thinkin You thinkin that's it Yeah nigga let's just keep it short and sweet You know!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy These Niggas Aint Hood[Intro: 50 Cent's son Marquise] Yo daddy, these nigga's ain't hood, drop that shit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] So what I grew up with them niggas, i ain't stuck with them niggas We from the same hood but I don't fuck with them niggas Shit pop off, I touch one of them niggas Cut one of them niggas, buck one of them niggas Beg For Mercy, number four, I'm so hood First LP, ten-million sold, I'm so good I thought niggas would love to see me shine But it's making them sick to see me getting mine Got that Benz, got that Bentley, and that new Bugatti Got that Range, Aston Martin, and that new Ferrari If it's making you sick to see me blow I'm sorry Dude we used to be cool, but I ain't stuck with you nigga I grew up with you nigga, but I don't fuck with you nigga Got shot in the back then turned around and got shot in the eye You ain't gonna shoot back lay down and die There's a message in my music, can you hear it Kai? Your man's never gonna blow and you're the reason why It's disease infested when I spit it any nigga can get it Fuck the fronting and the rhymes that ass'll get flat-lined Can't we all just get along? we used to be friends Nah, fuck that, man we used to pretend These niggas is comedians, I thought I was type funny Five called telling niggas, "mutt need bail money" On some real shit, would you bail a nigga out son, that knew niggas was trying to kill you and wouldn't let you hold a gun Think about it Hahaha [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Regardless of what you done heard or hearing Fuck all the comparing I dare them to come anywhere near him They want someone famous to pout with so I walk around with my gun like it came with the outfit I don't really like to toot my own horn but beep, click clack, blat, go to sleep We all know since you was in the class with Legos, you'd grow up to be as soft as mash potatoes Your man gonna make me throw this nigga towards the window and put his ass in the air like the Jordan symbol All my diamonds are colored, I Fruity Pebble'd the right hand, fifty-five grand on the bezel from Ice Man They want to give your boy the 40 cal and nina so I stay on my toes like a ballerina I'm starving nigga, the only one that can cut me and get away with it is my barber, nigga Cause I'll revolve a nigga, take a piece of your head You'll have more room in your hat than a Harlem nigga And now most of these subliminal raps be coming from the same niggas backstage giving you daps Like, "yo banks you hot and everybody says it and I think it'd be real big if we could do a record" But now I'm on some other shit Like I ain't fucking with none of you niggas on a record unless you my brother shit I'm an intelligent man and my elegant band got more colors than elephant man Since hell is at-hand I mine as well expand hand over my can Tan all over the lamb, lamb all over the sand The sun all over the beach, your eyes all over my bitch Her eyes all on your moves incase one of them switch If you don't learn to relax and swallow steam, there'll be more shells in the grass than halloweenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 50/Banks[Intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready I don't know If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already Now here we go (*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Niggas look down to Pee Wee Herman) [50 Cent - Verse 1] 50, lefty, no gun in my right palm Bronx niggas love me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggas not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggas snatch Glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and Glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn) I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up Holla niggas names on records, that shit is played out But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out [50 Cent - Chorus 2] My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy I don't know If I should stunt for these hoes again, cause I did that already Now here we go [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot I'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (yeah) I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo) Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh) I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King (*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled) I'm runnin' from a digital Munster I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!) I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that 2Pac shit drop I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop Damn near the whole day I’m passing the green Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking) Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah) I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude) (*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*] *beat stops [Lloyd Banks] What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man? (50 Cent laughing)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Be My Bitch[Intro: 50 Cent] Shawty say she straight, can't wait till tonight to turn her out babe Take her to a different world, get her baby girl [Verse 1] [Brevi](50 Cent) I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby) We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay [50 Cent] Take her ass downtown, in my Bentley drop top show her all around Later when we get back we can show her how we live Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib [Hook 1] [Brevi] Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need You can be my bitch [50 Cent] You can be my bitch [Brevi] You can be my bitch You can be my bitch I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top I'm gonna give you everything that I got You can be my bitch [50 Cent] You can be my bitch [Brevi] You can be my bitch You can be my bitch [Verse 2] [50 Cent] My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing Why would I complain shes everything to me man We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard Great sex latex I'm playing my part Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking Until its damn near breaking I can tell you from the get go So you know how this shit go This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into If your not into her your into me and well still get u [Hook 2] [Brevi] Right when we get to the crib step right in Boy you know what they say You can be my bitch Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need You can be my bitch [50 Cent] You can be her bitch [Brevi] You can be my bitch You can be my bitch [Brevi] You can be my bitch You can be my bitch I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top I'm gonna give you everything that I got You can be my bitch [50 Cent] You can be her bitch [Brevi] You can be my bitch You can be my bitch [Verse 3] [50 Cent] I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK But when I come back you know that's how its going down Well be back up in this bitch passing her around You don't want me just to play my roll You don't want me to come take control You don't want me to move in too slow You just wanna see me run this show Lets go lets go lets go [Hook 1 X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money by Any Means[Chorus: 50 Cent] It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money It ain't a game [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair Chicks say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sonnin' you Dude I'll smoke you and every motherfucker under you People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do From now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing [Chorus: 50 Cent] It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money It ain't a game [Verse 2: Noreaga] Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat It's Nore now, here look read the story now My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick I like my hoes just like Summer, no class And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles Sending out roses, condolences, notices Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb [Chorus: 50 Cent] It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money It ain't a game [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Yo it's all about the cash you getting Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em Punk niggas I'm sonnin' 'em, every chance I get Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin' Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis [Chorus: 50 Cent] It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money It ain't a game [Outro: 50 Cent] Know what I'm sayingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ski Mask Way (Eminem Remix)* the opening begins at the end of the previous track "Get Low" (This, is.. an exclusive, remix) [Eminem] Remix! [50 Cent] Yeah, I'm tryin to catch me somethin A little jux or somethin [Hook: 50 Cent] Nigga that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly [Verse 1] You wan' spray at me go 'head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Your lil' sister callin me stupid, reason why Her and your momma in the living room now hogtied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait Got a brand new cig in that ol' 38 I be schemin to put a lil' bread on my plate Watch and dress shirts, stomp through a hole in the cake I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really want it you pussy? Bitch please This is stashhouse, jackpot, there go them ki's My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna I'm serious man, I'm so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffrey's career Make money, take money, yeah nigga, YEAH [Hook] [Interlude: 50 Cent] I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way Make money, make money money money Nigga if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money money money [Verse 2] Who's that peepin in my window? WOW - the feds on me now They know when I'm sleepin, they know when I'm wake I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screamin fuck Jake I'm tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA - now that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This town's one big pussy, waitin to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me 500 apiece for two macs Then I'm back doin me, back out on the spree Catch me and niggas slippin out pumpin that D Get me a little crew I'll have 'em pumpin for me The more product I take the more paper we see Change my name, in NY they don't know where I be Yeah a nigga doin dirt, but a nigga low-key [Hook] [Interlude] ... {*gun cocks* - *BLAM!*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hands up high (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent] New-York City. I am New-York City ! I’m the American dream ! I’m 50 Cent ! Hahahaha You don't believe me ? Trust me, it will be shots flying ! Men DOWN [Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to 2Pac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You wanna dance, let's dance nigga I'll take you to the prom I'm armed, tre pound in my palm I'm calm nigga, my mama made a baby boy The hood made a man, my first 14 grams took that and made a grand I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy You faked your death, hater fuckin comin from pussy I'll have like EE II EE II UH OH, after the fo-fo blow I get low That's how I go like a pro, it's a rap, I'm a ghost And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped And the fact there's no comin' back from that I'm the last of my breed Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi In the back of the Bentley, I'm a nas and a rase I'm there and I'm gone My lawyers are strong, and my money is long So when I'm right, I'm right, and when I'm wrong, I'm right I'lll hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night! [Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to 2Pac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 2: Booba] Je prends le contrôle renoi, laisse le rap HS Diamant sur le HF, Pont de sèvre t'achève C'est trop cher pour toi ? J'achète Doigt sur la gâchette, pousse-toi ! hachek Lève lève lève tes mains en l'air, ton gun, ton revolver Le jack est dans mon verre, la chatte à sa grand-mère C'est panam panam, G-unit, 92 izi clik de macaques Million d'euros cash sous le clic-clac Rien de banal, je ne suis pas très halal Passe le cash ou le banana ou la clik te passe le salam C'est boulbi au micro, c'est Brazza c'est Mala Ne me cherche pas négro car je ne suis pas là T’es synonyme de défaite, je n'compte plus mes prouesses Élevé parmi les wesh wesh, nos flingues viennent d'URSS Tu veux savoir qui suis-je ? Où est-ce ? Les suceurs de queue plus ils m'aiment plus je les déteste [Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to 2Pac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) ------------------------------------------------------------- Paroles rédigées et expliquées par la communauté RapGenius FranceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nah Nah Nah[Inro] Got the shotgun Got the handgun Got the paper in my Nike box Burn the haze up You better raise up Before you get ya punk ass shot [Chorus] We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Don't fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah I run the town like a marathon Trackstar, trapstar Teflon shock plate, front and back hah P90 Ruger talk, .38 Special flow Hollow tip, hottest shit, flyest nigga in New York C-4 in the function in the bomb, niggas fronting I got it like they want, so they hating when I'm stunting I'm hot now, I'm bigger than the block now Rolls drop, top down Lambo, top down Violate, get shot down I live by the codes you follow I jooks some nigga 'fore I beg or borrow I come from the street where there's strong and there's weak And when the strong hungry, the weak something to eat [Chorus] We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Don't fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] This rap shit is fake if you really wanna ask me I'm in the projects with a bitch like Cassie Drop top Mayback, the roof all glassy Level two vest on cause niggas wanna blast me I'm a menace to society, that's what the judge said My kinda money leave the DA and the judge dead Shorty turned 5 and he rep that 5 Shorty just turned 6 and he rep that 6 I got my crack and my four four The four in the morning Gas up the truck, fuck global warming My money be foreign, my cars be foreign Its pedal to the metal in them Air Force Jordans [Chorus] We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Don't fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Yeah Four bitches in the european whip Set it off like Cleo Haitian bitches talking Creole ?Rappers is feeding them all Triple header, christmas day Navy blue Phantom Ghost Box for the pistol play Why comrade Mary overdose on MJ? Why Big ain't have a bullet proof truck like me? Why the club shot up? What the fuck you expect? They don't search niggas buying bottles at Juliet! Yeah, I just left Southside, I'm to the borough west side (??) Money team to the dream, haters trynna strategize We work hard, they say it come easy Bitch blow me in the coupe, yeah I cum easy [Chorus] We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Don't fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy United Nations[Hook] Ah, I got big bags of paper I’mma spend We gon' do it how we do it, then do the shit again You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna win We’re celebrating like a nigga home fresh out the pen [Verse 1] I’m on, bitches all on my John To get bread and don’t blow bread, the fuck is the point Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit Pop a x and the blue pill then wreck a bitch I like it raw, uh baby, uh baby, I like it raw Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow The morning after, plan b, no kids involved Please no kids involved I put that money in the vault bitch usain bolt Progress…make a deal then blow mills for real Time’s a wasting, you watching my watch, ha You old school, huh, jocking my style [Hook] I don’t give a flying fuck, I always make bail Motherfuck an award, check Forbes, i’m there Not once, every year Even when I take a break, my pockets is in shape I’m back off a vacation Can you believe it, I been getting paid on vacation Yeah, i’ma keep niggas forever hating They thought i’m going down Now look, i’m levitating I’m with Deepak meditating In Somalia & Kenya with United Nations Funding the world food program Finna solve world hunger, god damn [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Got Swag[Produced by Dual Output] [Hook] I don't really think she want me back then, she want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style I got swag now, I got paper, I'm rolling in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper, I'm swimming in the dough, I'm caked up [Verse 1] I was a real bum now I'm really rich, kid I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm It's why you're not me; nah-nah-nah-nah-nah She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat Big doofy gat, hit you in your kufi hat You know me, I told your ass in '03 "Get Rich or Die" G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky Pick an island on the map, I been to it Shorty wanna try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shining, flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringing sexy back Louis belt wrapped around right where the TEC be at [Hook] [Verse 2] Getting paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone One false move and clap, now your brain's gone You like me, you aight with me; me? I'm into me I destroy my enemies even if they're kin to me Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread Say something slick out your mouth I'll come for your head She likes me more than you can imagine Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant Closest I'mma get to heaven in this lifetime Is right below her waist in between her thighs Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together Oh, you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferrari's I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry [Hook] [Verse 3] You want me? I want you - plug one? Plug two I'm infinitely special, girl The Lord's gonna bless you if you do what I tell you to do You want me? I want you - you want a Benz? I'll buy two You should want me like you want success Girl, with us together we'll be better than the best Why settle for less? [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bump Dat Street Mix[Tony Yayo] New Shit Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon [HOOK: 50 Cent] Bump Dat Niggas try to stunt on my click Then when I get on that shit I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mossberg No shell in the head Before you put in work, you gotta pump that You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin fun with it 50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat [50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot" Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my Glock? Show 'em the clip Show 'em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bad I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw gang signs But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine Think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man Carlito ain't never seen Blanco comin' But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin? And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs And leave you flat your back BRRAT Take that [HOOK] [Tony Yayo] I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma Its hard to live, but its easy to die So I'm going through life lookin death in the eye These rappers ain't gun slingers They R&B singers G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure I'm still on the strip with the fifth and my lever Its T-O-N-Y Stay with a semi Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger When the D's come around, I'mma swallow my crack Shit the work out later, and hit 'em with that If it's a direct sale I'mma change the bill Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille Look nigga we icey thugs We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves [HOOK] [Tony Yayo] Just havin fun with this rap shit, man It never stops My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street? And y'all ain't even hear the new shit Just keep goin' and goin' and goin' Motherfuckin' Duracell Battery It never stops Word up G-Unit Sha Money XLEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’ll Do Anything[Produced by Phonix Beats] [Intro: 50 Cent] This for the bitches, nigga I'll, do, anything for you I'll do anything you want me to (I'll do do do-do do do do) I'll do, anything (anything for you) [Verse 1] Me? I done been around the world six times A bad bitch in every part of the world's been mine But you can change me, baby, you can change me Oh shit, look, I'm already not the same, see? Shorty, you make me feel brand new I'm not running game, girl, I swear you do You're too cold to hold and too hot to handle Me and you girl there's nothing we can't do You like girls, I like girls too, we got something in common Now how the hell could that be a problem? Shorty let's laugh, let's dance, let's drink, let's fuck Right here, right now, shit, we only live once I should not be reprimanded, I cannot be blamed My lust on level 10, I'm trying to get it in I'll have you cumming down your candy walls Get it wetter than Niagara Falls 'til you climax, that's all [Hook] They think I'm a fool Cause I'd do so many things for you I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything But they don't know the reason It's why I do all the things I do for you I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything I'll do [Verse 2] I keep a bad bitch on deck We retro drinking, yeah, sippin' Moët Look man, my shawty got ass for days I smack it, sit and watch it wave When it's stress on my brain the head games relax the pain So good I get to buying her things Like tennis bracelets and chains, studs and diamond rings I'm giving her the finer things That's why she don't complain I kinda got her open, mane, I stroke that thing On different ends of the globe We international now, whoa [Hook] They think I'm a fool Cause I'd do so many things for you I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything But they don't know the reason It's why I do all the things I do for you I'll, do anything, I'll, do anything I'll do [Outro] That's me and you, you know? (I'll do) They ain't supposed to understand it (I'll do do do-do do do) You know I say some shit I ain't supposed to say But you know how I feel (I'll do) I should be a asshole whenever I feel like it (I'll do) After - look at the shit I bought you, man (I'll do do do-do do do) C'mon man, don't give me no headache, man You a bitch when you on your period, right? (I'll do) Don't come at me with that bullshit, man (I'll do, I'll do do do-do do do) Do anything for you, girl I'll do anythingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What Up Gangsta Pt 2[Intro] What up, Blood? (What?) What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, Blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? What up, Blood? (What?) What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, Blood? (What?) What up, gangsta? [Hook] This is how a gangsta sing the star spangled banner Pledge allegiance to the flag in a hardcore manner Blue bandana, clip, banana That nigga leaking, what the fuck you do, blood? Red bandana, clip, banana Big flashin’ ya clip, what the fuck you do, blood? [Verse] It’s the return of that gangsta gully shit Black Northface, braids up under my black skully, bitch I still feel chills when the narcs come My little homie scrap with the .40 We come around there and spark something Let off half a clip, make ya whip lean You rock petty nigga shells It hit ya make ya softer than whipped cream Funny, things are never how shit seems You going H.A.M., we like damn, we don’t really want it, man Then pop right up on you, gun in hand This southside, muthafuckas get smoked here We’ll see if ya still tough when the smoke clears We at the hospital waiting to see the folks yeah [Hook] Blue bandana, clip, banana That nigga leaving, what the fuck you do, blood? Red bandana, clip, banana Big flashin’ ya clip, what the fuck you do, blood? Nigga, fuck that, you better put that work in You don’t want to, cool, you could get hurt then Red bandana, Blue bandana, clip, banana What the fuck is up, blood? [Outro] I just wanna remind ya niggas, I'll find ya niggas. It's 50. The architect. I build and destroy, boy. Fuck with me if you wanna. Street king. SMS AUDIOEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fire[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I make it hotter, friction turns to fire You're what I desire, I'm coming to get you, girl That's right, that's right, it's on tonight You're just my type, you're what I like I bring that heat, you heard me right Everywhere I go, go, let's go Something new, it's another episode Music bumping, sweat dripping on the danceflo' I like it when shorty get to backing it back When she do it like that, I don't know how to act [Bridge] Now work it Go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect I'll pay to play if it's worth it My phone when you want me you can chirp it Now get to work, kid [Bridge: Young Buck] Let me take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I can serve 'em by the pound Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it [Hook: Nicole Scherzinger] Wel, if you want it let's go I got that fire (So hot I burn it down) Act like you already know I got that fire (Cause I'm the flyest chick around) You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I burn it down on stage, I make it hot 'Til the Fire Marshall come shut down the spot I have the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas ain't got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent You wanna party, let's party, you wanna freak be a freak You wanna creep we can creep tell me where should we meet So you can [Bridge: Young Buck] Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I can serve 'em by the pound Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it [Hook: Nicole Scherzinger] Wel, if you want it let's go I got that fire (So hot I burn it down) Act like you already know I got that fire (Cause I'm the flyest chick around) You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Now are you really ready I said, are you really ready I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised I have the ice on, stuntin heavy I got a helluva flow, you should already know Sold over 30 million records already It's the third time around, you know how I get down I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around [Bridge] Now work it Go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect I'll pay to play if it's worth it My phone when you want me you can chirp it Now get to work, kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’ll Whip Ya Head Boy (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Fame] Mo-P's, G-Unit, nigga Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lil' Fame] I'll whip yo' head, boy (Oh), you know I will (Yeah) I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brownsville up in this bitch, nigga), with the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brooklyn up in this bitch, nigga), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Bitch nigga) I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will (I ain't battlin', nigga) I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), with the back of the steel (Don't wanna battle you, nigga, uh-uh) I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled (Get fucked up, nigga) I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Ahh), look [Verse 1: Lil' Fame, Lil Fame & Billy Danze] The first nigga that scream G-Unot to me I'ma stomp yo' ass out with the Gortex beef and broccoli's Somebody talk to homie, tell him I don't play ball (Say it, kid) You fuckin' with them Saratoga hackers off a St. Marks (G-Unit) Nigga mad 'cause he went AWOL But First Family is Fifth La Familia, all day, y'all So go 'head and start a beef, yo' ass'll get popped With a hot one 'cause we ain't blazin' hip-hop and R&B I ain't a New York City ho that get pistol whipped Then stripped for your jewels then I'ma rock 'em in the next video (Brooklyn) You know how M.O.P. do it We hold the block like that 'cause we don't rock like that (Uh, uh, uh) [Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.] I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back That's four niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say, "Fuck all these niggas" Then I start thinkin', "I should rob all these niggas" Man, my homies, they wan' do whatever I wan' do I'll say I wanna eat, they say, "Shit, we wanna eat, too" Let's ride around, find a nigga stuntin' on Front Street With the shines on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop, one on the floor Tell 'em come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz [Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.] I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof) [Verse 3: Billy Danze] From the midst of the dark, barkin', it's Bill Gates From the behind the bodega with two eights, I mean With intentions of settin' yo' ass straight, I mean Yo' ass leakin', bleedin', reachin' for faith, I mean You barely breathin', with your soft-survivin' ass What happened to your hood vibe with your good ridin' ass? What happened to the gangsta that you see on TV? (It was expected) That's 'cause it was projected in 3D (Come on) And you don't wanna see me comin', lettin' that Mac spit (Blam) Send a nigga to a semi back flip (Blam) Saratoga Ave., nigga, act sick (Blam) M.O.P. doin' this rugged rap shit [Chorus: 50 Cent, M.O.P. & Young Buck] I'll whip yo' head, boy, you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy, wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Ooh) [Verse 4: Young Buck] I got his homies screamin', "Buck you need to calm down" Niggas be gettin' killed every time you come around (Yeah) We ran up in his crib, made his mama kiss the ground She askin' God, "What my baby done did now?" I'm taking everything, jewelry, I want it all Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Give me that, nigga) Fuck waitin', we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow (Huh) So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star (Rap star) Jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar (Woah) The MAC'll have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault March, nigga, step (Step), right, nigga, left (Left) G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' to my death, motherfucker [Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.] I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Double Up[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Yeah It is what it is, son, niggas can’t stand it It’s my fifth lap, a nigga been round and round the planet Shorty said ‘Welcome to Miami' Her friends sayin 'Welcome to Miami' Jet-skies, the yacht, the hawk in the backyard Back to back Porshes, a nigga go that hard I love money, nigga this is drug money Laundromat, spin cycle, make it snow money Beef nothin’ to a nigga, nigga I’m comfy' Throw a hundred racks on a bitch, I told ya she want me If I want the ho, I get the ho, fuck the ho then forget the ho Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent I’m a fly nigga on or off, yeah I buy fly shit Presidential rolly nigga tell me now, can you buy that? I’m the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I’m strapped back [Hook - 50 Cent] I make it double up, few blocks of raw I, I, I did it, I got to get more I make it double up, baking soda galore Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor I make it double up Aye bring me that pyrex Get the baking soda, the ice I'mma show you how you do this shit You think I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doin [Verse 2 - Hayes] We on the other side of the border chilling with drug lords Tryin put a order in during the drug wars Jay said this is what happens when you disrespect one of us And cut a muhfucka head off right in front of us That’s when I said i’m going back to cali My man said he going back to cali I know some Mexicans in Arizona I’m cool with I’d rather slang that than come and deal with this bullshit ‘cause I ain't gonna budge Pay me or die g, dog, it ain't no love Niggas know who they owe My number ain’t changed bitch Front door service put one in your brain quick Could've put it right in your chest close range shit Watch you die slow let you know who you playin' with Fuck all that swearin' to god, promise and prayin' shit I ain't a big sob story fan, I'm spraying shit 12 gauge, AR-15, AK'n shit Passenger seat's gon' get killed, I'm sayin' this princ-i-pals We don't draw the line at drug dealing, we crim-i-nals Goin' all out Before I say you played me I’ll go in ya'll house And get killed there or blow your fucking brains out You gotta bring your ass to get some You gotta make cash to spend some And I ain’t a victim mothafucka HayesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Collapse (G Unit Freestyle)[Intro] {*Gunshots*} 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath The Dream team We gotta get the get well cards Niggas is sick Feel this {*gunshots*} Motion picture shit Hahaha! [Verse] Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya Catch you slipping I'ma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe 'Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie, you ain't been through what I been through You not like me And I'm not like you I'm like an animal with it, when I spit it, it's crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas trying to play me One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom, the kid start feeling woozy I write my life You write what you see in gangsta movies I'm gangsta to the core, nigga, you can't move me I find my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spit shells through your convertible Lotus you notice Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door This is war You scared of me, you not prepared for me, the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that Yeah, I know you like that Green Lantern, Shady Records, Anger Management Tour Homie, homie, homie... yeah!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Clue/50Yeah nigga We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right We gonna smoke this shit And I'mma drink a lot a water And I'mma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out I'm smoking this shit, aight? Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance Frankie cut crack Lance hold the Mac If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's Lance cut the crack heads He popped up Thought he was locked up Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth Coupe missin the roof He like "What up, 50?" I'm like "What up with you" Lance had a reputation that was well earned Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn Out there in Redfern At the dice game, he rolled a headcrack in a crack I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back" Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook Asked about BONE Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for Seven grand (Fuckin' crazy) His man was thirsty, I could tell by his look Cause he looked the way I look When I look for a jooks Bitch Motherfucker Teamwork, work hard nigga 50 cent Rotten Apple G-UNIT Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, nigga Hey what up, nigga You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2 Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga Shoot that nigga, 50!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Part Time Lover[Intro] I just wanna tell you you're special.. You know I meet a lot of beautiful women.. But you.. You make me feel good.. So Good.. It's hard to describe you ya know.. It's everything about you I mean.. damn! You make me feel good..!! [Hook] When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr.. Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr.. She likes you, like I like you I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. [Verse 1] Its more than your body baby damn its your brain You make me wanna kiss you like Baby kiss Wayne And make you call me daddy like Baby do Wayne Damn that shit sounds gay, its insane I guess that's the price the lil nigga pays for fame But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle I'm heterosexual, I wanna get next to you I may be get in to you, that's what finna do Girl you in my house, my tongue in your mouth My fourplay better then ok, no dought We got our own thing, see you are my bitch Just don't ask question about Ciara and shit You saw the video, you heard the radio They said its me and C, you want it to be you and me That was jus a rumor, come and gimme kisses Then clean this place up, go on and wash the dishes [Hook] When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr.. Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr.. She likes you, like I like you I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. [Verse 2] Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja Say some fly shit and ima black your f**kin eye Fab said your pussy and made him better So assumin you a hustla and you get that chedda Go suck it like superhead, deep throat that super dick Then come back with big bread, see you's a trooper kid T-Pain must be psychic he saying what I think Im by the bar now bitch buy me a drink Go on and wipe me down, I bet you like me now Mo then you eva did this is real shit (Ay Bay Bay) This is why Im hot, yea this is why Im hot We can party like a rockstar nonstop Here's what she told ya boy, she likes that soulja boy She cranked up the ten, cruisin in the benz I thought you changed girl, but you the same girl Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds [Hook] When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr.. Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr.. She likes you, like I like you I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. I only need your love part time.. be my part time loverr.. Ya know.. Some men require love from 9 to 5.. I require love from 12 to 4.. 12 at night to 4 in the morning.. and then we leave the hotel.. Its short stay baby.. Its 50.. Im fellin to move to Atlanta man.. Pack my bags.. Take my solders wit me.. You know Ima feel like hip hop is seen down dere.. Oh because I run New York.. I told you..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Baby by Me (Original)[Hook: 50 Cent] Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire [Bridge: Jovan Dais] Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off, I'll break you off 'Til your love come down on yo' walls I'm extremely focused, sweatin I'm strokin I better get you open I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin I bet I'll get you open [Verse 1: 50 Cent] First it's her neck, yeah then her back Yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl I'll perform for ya, like a porno star 'Til ya had enough then I just need a little bit more New music, new move, new position New erotic sounds, it's goin down now listen I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR, right? Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I'll use my tongue baby, I'll leave you sprung maybe I'll have ya head spinnin sayin "50's so crazy" [Bridge] + [Hook] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Girl I want you to give me what you got then give me more Baby you could start on top or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated Drunk off my love, call the Hennessy thug Passion you're laughin, I'll make you smile on the regular Tell me what you want, shorty that's what I'mma get for ya I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me reason to breathe I need you, I'm tellin you so now you know what I need I'd be ya part-time or full-time lover, significant other Don't matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl you could get it however you wan' get it I'm feelin you, still I'm tellin you right now, get it [Bridge] + [Hook] [50 Cent - during bridge] Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off Want me to break you off, I'll break you offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Round Here[50 Cent] It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right Everybody know that [Verse 1] Doin' good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems Trey-eights, trey-pounds and .44's solve 'em I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit Your man gangsta? Me too Go on and get 'em bitch I just bought new toast to spit Next nigga gettin gully gettin' laid out quick Where ever ribs is touchin' niggas is gettin hurt Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga I know you love the way the Gally beat bump Got you license plate rattlin' all over your trunk I confuse these chumps with my style, dog I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin BK hard I sound like I move bricks uptown Or like a thug from the Bronx who stays with a 4-pound Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga) I'm a Guiness Book nigga [Hook 2x] We don't play that pussy shit 'round here You can get your fuckin wig split down here Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here You can get your fuckin cap filt Queens, nigga! Brooklyn [Verse 2] If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club? So niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah I'm outside to jump off in a Benz jeep 4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat Niggas think they want beef They don't want beef They find out that somebody they love (is) layin' in the street When you rap, you keep it gangsta dog it's all good Just don't go poppin that shit in the wrong hood Where I'm from the young boy'll come and try ya nigga Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga If you thinkin we thirsty cuz, we right We lookin at your watch and chain like that's an S-type Promoter sayin "don't play 50 in the club" Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what) I don't where you from and I don't care But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round here [Hook 2x] The only Spanish I know is "coño, cállate la boca puta", "no inglés, no inglés" motherfuckers will shoot ya' The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care We don't talk that "mira, mira" bullshit around here Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin 'good'. ("Good for him") Fuck ya'll, ya' ain't got to like me I get knocked, ya'll nigga ain't got to write me I'm on the same bullshit I been on It's the same bullshit ya' niggas need to get on Y'all shit sound too commercial Come cruisin' through the hood mother fuckers will hurt you You should know when and when not to flash jewels Cause niggas will run up on y'all fools and flash you They want your money, the watch, and you tennis shoes "I ain't gotta tell ya not to move Ya know the rules!" [Hook 1x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy After My Chedda[Intro] Yeah, Shout out to Chris Lighty! Violator! You know how I put it down when I put it down nigga, let's go! [Hook] When you frown at me is it because I won't provide for you girl Your after me cheddar And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl I'm after my cheddar [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I ain't buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes When I just wanna chill you wanna go out See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out You say I'm wrong when I dog yo ass like I should Now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good [Hook] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] When you think about me grinding my fans You either got more than one watch on or it's to much time on your hands They say behind every good man is a woman So tash pull up stash the cannon linen I'll never be your chofuer to the mall You'll learn to appreciate cd's and posters on the wall Fatal attractions is mad real Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil's [Hook] Verse 3: Tony Yayo] They say money make the world go round Material things make a ho go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG Bitch I'm rich but I don't trick on GP That's 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts Bitch play the strip and put in work Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract Now I got to double up in case the condom snap [Outro] Look don't ask me for shit man I ain't got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing bitch Bitch I'm Luther Vandross in the shower G-UNIT!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Funk Flex (Guess Who’s Back Freestyle)Funk Flex Yeah, G-Unit You understand whats about to happen? Huh .. huh? (do you understand?) [Hook] Nigga guess who's bizzack It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov' 50 Cent, y'all niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo' You punk nigga I done told you before [Verse] Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs When you talk be careful how you choose your words 'Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin brains on the curb Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am Nigga you know they gettin low you see that gun in my hand G-Unit, don't go fuckin with my soldiers, boy Get laid out, im'a say I told you boy See you rollin with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns 16 hollows is loaded in every one I know you slow, so I do the math thats 320 shells flyin at your ass (ha) You spend a lot of time talkin about how you ball out When u get hit you gonna run and bleed till u fall down I guess you didn't think we was down to go all out One second, you was wrong You ain't on the shit we on My money getting long Now my team getting strong I'm gone Gone [Hook] [Outro] 50 Cent And I'm back to act up so strap up Funk Flex Kingpin style Ya heard me C'mon, c'mon Make me cut something Make me bust something C'mon, c'mon I want you to C'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Remain Calm (Al Qaeda Bomb)[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Try to remain calm, you fucking with a don Pocket full of green, green in the bong That bitch with the bow-legged stance turning me on Two mil' timepiece, rainbow Tourbillon Niggas still want me dead like Osam' But they ain't gon' make it they come at me wrong Them niggas all workers, I'll smack the shit out they bosses Ferrari, I'm stronger than 500 horses Money is power, you niggas better wake up My ear rings blinking, that's old shit from Jacob Add it up, four plus four, that's eight karats You can't run and get you a bill, you ain't got it Blackjack we do that, ten grand a hand You can get shot fucking with Floyd, that's my man Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the Money Team Pinky ring flawless, my God I'm gorgeous [Chorus: 50 Cent] Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, ho remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, don't ring the alarm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, nigga remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] I'm chilling like a villain while I'm dealing, I am Ruling while I'm cooling with my tool in my hand Post up, coast up, this is my life, bitch Up close on ya, you'll get stuck with a knife, bitch Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch Got a lot of hoes, but Charlene that's my white bitch The rest of my bitches, nah they ain't gon' like this But I don't give a fuck cause they all love this nightstick But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs Collar popped up, cool as the Fonz Motherfucker! Have a seat and loosen up Get a glass of some gin, now juice it up, deuces up See it's a line there for a reason And if you cross it, no more breathing, ya leaving Believe it - we understand each other? Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in ya, brother - ya dig? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, ho remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, don't ring the alarm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, nigga remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb [Verse 3: Precious Paris] Four fifth on that shit, that Glock copped to ya face My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan' taste Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out Six inch DaVinci's, a bitch finna act out Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like I know what the bread like, my butt give y'all headlight Shine like I shine, night or daytime But Nah, na na na na Make a nigga wan' buy everything I say buy - ma na na na na Get wet, I got that comeback, that crack My assets is my ass, jack Stun, I tell my niggas right where yo stash at You fucking with a Southside bitch, I go where the money go I'm madam put on a stroll, Get my money ho Catch me in Ferragamo or Dolce & Gabbana Or [?], I'm B squared up, what [Chorus: 50 Cent] Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, ho remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, don't ring the alarm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, nigga remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Both Think Alike[Intro: 50 Cent & Olivia] Yeah, 50, Olivia We both think alike We both think alike, uh-oh! [Hook] Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home (We both think alike, hell yeah!) If you invite me in I'll come take it off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home (We both think alike, hell yeah!) If you invite me in I'll come take it off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) [Verse 1] I'm not gon' waste ya time talkin 'bout shit that you know I'm so hood that even when I try to hide it, it shows I be grindin' girl I'm focused, I be gettin' my dough You know that If It ain't the flow, than it comes from the O's Plus a nigga like a pimp when it comes to the hoes Every hood, every city all the gangsta's now Front on me, and you'll be gettin' hit up fa sho I make it hot when it's twenty muthafuckin' below See wit' me in VIP you can twist and blow When the champagne finished baby, order some mo' Keep a eye on you close while you out on the floor Doin ya move will have a nigga's greased if it's a swole If ya ready to roll shorty, we can just roll When you ready to go, I'll be ready to go See everything I do, I do on the low So anything we do, nobody will know [Hook] Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home (We both think alike, hell yeah!) If you invite me in I'll come take it off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home (We both think alike, hell yeah!) If you invite me in I'll come take it off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) [Verse 2] Now look, I know you into the shiny things The platinum, the chains, and the diamond rings The twenty-four inch chrome on the range I see you when you crouch by ya window pane Now shorty, me and you we came up the same The fact before rap, I ain't have a thing I hustled, got my weight up, now I'm sittin on change I mean I got money out the ass, maine When niggas get the beefin', I be laughin' Cause I can send my homies through to blast them Stick 'em with the hump, or just slash 'em "Now fool are you crazy?" Is what we ask 'em But back to me and you shorty, decide, think First I'll put the burnin', it's the g-string (uh-oh!) Leave it up to me, we can do it my way (uh-oh!) And get straight to it, skip the fore play (uh-oh!) [Hook] Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home (We both think alike, hell yeah!) If you invite me in I'll come take it off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home (We both think alike, hell yeah!) If you invite me in I'll come take it off (We both think alike, uh-oh!) Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off [Outro] (We both think alike, oh-oh!) (We both think alike) (We both think alike, oh-oh!) (We both think alike, oh-oh!) (We both think alike, uh-oh!) (We both think alike) (We both think alike, oh-oh!) (We both think alike, oh-oh!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Crown[Intro: Sizzla, 50 Cent] They can't keep a good man down Always keep a smile when they want me to frown Keep the vibes and I stood my grounds They will never ever take my crown, nah They will never ever take my crown, nah They will never ever take my crown, nah I'm still shit, I meet y'all ready Fuck around will be reading your obituary My whip clean, my watch gleam 9 karats ho, that's what I call a pinky ring Don't even trick, my heart cold I'm round the globe, I'm on parole I ball hard, I go hard They say I'm grimy, up to no good Oh god Shawty work that, we should work that She a canna, she damn close to perfect I might want stunt, throw a hunned racks Get my man strapped, he gonn get my money back I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood I'm shitting on these niggas like they knew I would I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood I'm shitting on these niggas like they knew I would Who Jah bless I say no man curse Things get better when they thought it would be worst Here comes the officer asking for ah search They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw first Gram after gram, time after time I got the grind I can't help it, I gotta shine I do it big, you stupid big I could fit like half the projects in my crib You stick around, I'm outta here You on the ground, I'm in the lear I love yachts, a 9 boats Either way, come a nigga got you picking dough They done made me mad, now I'm in my bad And I'm back with the strap catch a case be the case Rich nigga swag Every step I take, every lil itsy bitsy move I make Turn the big bags a birthday cake I can even fit this shit in my safe Wait! Got more money coming, try not to hate Why you think a nigga in and out a state? I'm a pro, I'mma low when I operate I get the bread, I blow the bread I'm flashing, I'm shining I get the bread, I blow the bread My bitches, my diamonds Who Jah bless I say no man curse Things get better when they thought it would be worst Here comes the officer asking for ah search They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw firstEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Surrounded by Hoes[Intro] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah! [Chorus] Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Uh-uh) I stay surrounded by hoes Even when I'm tryna be on the low I'm recognized by hoes Man, it's gotta be 'cause of the dough It's got to be 'cause of the dough 'Cause the game sure wasn't like this before (Uh-uh) It wasn't like this before (Wooh) Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Come on) I stay surrounded by hoes (Uh-uh) Even when I'm tryna be on the low (Yeah) I'm recognized by hoes Man, it's gotta be 'cause of the dough (Yeah, it's 'cause of the dough) It's got to be 'cause of the dough 'Cause the game sure wasn't like this before It wasn't like this before [Verse] 50 Cent, I'm makin hits now Don't try an act like you ain't heard, I'm the shit now Some bitches changed, 'cause they know I'm fittin to blow You should see how they react when I come through the door In the club my niggas, we fittin to ball out, drink till we fall out Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out I'll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryna crawl out I had bad luck, then my luck changed up You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin These other rap niggas just catching feelings (Uh-uh) [Chorus] Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Wooh) I stay surrounded by hoes Even when I'm tryna be on the low (I'm on the low) I'm recognized by hoes Man, it's gotta be 'cause of the dough (Gotta be) It's got to be 'cause of the dough 'Cause the game sure wasn't like this before It wasn't like this before [Outro] Haha, yeah Yeah that's it nigga, what the fuck you thought? I ain't giving niggas more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle The fuck you want for free, man? Y'all niggas be wanting a lot for free man Fuck them other niggas, other niggas can't rap That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing, man You know what I mean Fuck that shit, man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night Haha, the fuck, man? Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork We work hard, nigga, 50 CentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Crazy (God’s Plan)[Hook] If you think you can fuck with 50 You got to be cra-zeeeee I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much Your label try an' pay meeeee I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy It's simple, I see you'd like to be me Y'all niggas, can't fade meeeee [50 Cent] I could be a gentleman or gangster, the bitch done chose Got semi-autos to put holes in, nigga's and hoes My wrist all froze, for flicks I pose Fiends sample my D's and those, I suppose that's about a 9 So far the grands stack for niggas sniffin white lines Sell anything under the sun to get mines, I'm gon' shine Stunt for the summer, H2 Hummer, got paper now I'm picky Change the rims, drape the watch, trade the Timbs, I upgrade Now I'm paid - catch me in the Trump Tower lobby Strokin' other niggas hoes is my hobby Treat me like Kemosabe, suck me baby I roll with Shady and Dr. Dre, ohhhh~! I'm down to, try my luck, see if I can fingerfuck in the truck G-5, 50 so live Soon as my zipper go down her eyes wide Got her in the telly on the bed with her hands tied, wooo! [Hook] If you think you can fuck with 50 You got to be cra-zeeeee I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much Your label try an' pay meeeee I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy It's simple, I see you'd like to be me Y'all niggas, can't fade meeeee {*16 seconds of instrumental*} [Outro] "Is this what you want?" G-Unit, God's Plan!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get It Hot[Produced by The Black Keys] [Intro: 50 Cent] I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down [Bridge: Lloyd Banks] Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Oh, I think she like me, hell yeah, she like me My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread Got money out the asshole, the money on my head Don't mean nothing, I said don't mean nothing The Rosé in the Rover, I'm drinking and I'm driving That nigga try and get at me I'm pulling out and firing To see if I'm stunting, the piece it ain't nothing Royal fees ain't nothing, I just blow a little something Now shorty got a thing for me, she feel like I'm the shit My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with [Hook: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot (She want me, yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot (She want me, yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it, get it, get it [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed She'll be an A student time she get out my bed I'm flashy, I'm rolling with the stones Get at me, I'm moving with the chrome A made man, a Don Corleone No matter where I'm at I'm doing what the fuck I want I'm shining, my wrists all canary Now try me, I keep a shooter near me I'm grinding like I ain't made my first mil' Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal I'm hungry, I really want it all Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball [Hook] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Life in the fast lane, fast car, fast cash Freak bitch, fast ass I'm where the money at, mane, fast on the draw Fast running from the law She like the bad boys, the bad boys, the bad boys She like the bad boys, the bad boys, the bad boys [Hook] [Outro: Lloyd Banks] Get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cocaine[Intro] Where did you get this stuff? Columbia Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I do a line? Yeah, go ahead; fuck it, let's all do one {*All sniffing*} I can't feel my face I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it... inside [Hook: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke] Cocaine – I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin') Cocaine – Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (I got to eat) Cocaine – I got to get my money, you think shit is funny Me I'm 'bout my business (you're motherfuckin' right) – Cocaine [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Columbian girl, Peruvian chick She make the money roll and I love the bitch Know she ain't a virgin, but she pure For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw A little like a pimp, I'm your pusher man She could make us both rich nigga, yes, she can You want your own spot, let's talk locations Then talk market and the public relations [Bridge: Robin Thicke & (50 Cent)] Everybody's watchin' But no one talks about it (shut your mouth) Right now – that's all it was, anything call it She said ''Sex just ain't the same without it'' [Hook: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke] Cocaine – I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin') Cocaine – Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (I ain't stoppin') Cocaine – I got to get my money (I got to eat), you think shit is funny Me I'm 'bout my business – Cocaine [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Every little step I take (come on), you will be there Every little step I make (look, bitch), we'll be together So grateful (yeah), so faithful (uhh) Every gram in the hand's more paper (c'mon) I'll cut it, you sniff it, or smoke it, terrific [Bridge: Robin Thicke] Movie stars, models and blondes and cocaine New York, L.A. – 's all the same The angels look the other way 'Cause they can understand my pain [Hook: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke] Cocaine – I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin') Cocaine – Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (naw, I ain't stoppin') Cocaine – I got to get my money (yeah), you think shit is funny (c'mon) Me I'm 'bout my business (business) – Cocaine [Outro: 50 Cent] You niggas got a problem, yeah A big motherfucking problem At a minimum, I'ma have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfucking head, ya dig? Oh shit [Robin Thicke] Cocaine {*echoes*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gotta Get Mine[Hook] If I can't eat man if I can't shine Its just a matter of time Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up) Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE [Verse] You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas ain't got work Stains from my work, grape drink on my t-shirt Blowin' whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block Niggas watchin' bootleg flicks in the barber shop Tony he was up in it, talkin 'bout dis and dat Sayin niggas owe him money they gon' pay him or get clapped Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about Nigga owe me 7 grams I'm tryna air his ass out Call the connect four times this nigga ain't callin' back All of sudden hes pumpin' now dat niggas ain't got crack Banks in the projects fuckin wit' bitches that fuck bitches Tryna get by her to give her sumthin' in her momma kitchen This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions After being shot the fuck up I make better decisions I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back The beef don't mean nuttin' to me son I'm always in drama Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma Say a prayer before I sleep, Lord bless me wit sum cake And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul he take [Hook] If I can't eat man if I can't shine Its just a matter of time Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up) Cuz I GOTTA GET MINEEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get The Money[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, 50 I make it feel brand new Yes they tell me You make me feel brand new, ha ha Fuck with me, yeah [Verse 1: 50 Cent] It go one for the money, two for the dough Three for the pimping now early with the hoes Four for my niggas running around with .44's Repping that five all the way live I got a style that reign supreme, Bentley made to lean Pull up say ''what up?'', make a major scene Stunt, flash the cream, nine laser beam It's hard to miss your team, just follow that dot then pop [Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] One for the money (get the money, get the money) Two for the show (it's showtime) Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) One for the money (get the money, get the money) Two for the show (it's showtime) Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'm a Southside nigga, you can come through and ask for me Systems thumping and pumping, 2Pac blast for me Cali show me love, but me I'm from the East I'm guessing I'm bi-costal when I'm on Dre beats I get paper, stack paper, blow paper (AHHH!) Make paper, take paper, I'm major (yeah) I cake up, new Jacob, nigga, wake up You owe straight up, pay up or get sprayed up [Verse 3: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with me (it's all good with me too, baby) Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury (let's get it, let's get it) And I remember in the day mamma had to work so hard (ahh man) Just to pay the rent, all the money spent Had to get another job (and another job) And now we're living in an eight room mansion on the hill (We grew up, I blew up) And we sipping on, sipping on champagne when we chill And we riding the Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz (big Benz) All over the world from the East to the West coast we're making ends (ha ha!) See, we do it [Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] One for the money (get the money, get the money, yeah) Two for the show (it's showtime) Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) One for the money (get the money, get the money) Two for the show (it's showtime) Three to get the honies (ha ha), here we go (here we go) [Verse 4: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] The show is what we live for 'cause we love to sing We gonna freak you up and down (ha ha) It's how we do our thing (yeah) And to the ladies in the house tonight Looking fly, you got it right It's gonna be an after party and I've got to have somebody And take her to my eighteen room mansion on the hill (wooowee!) We'll be sipping on Champagne when we chill (Big money, big money, come on) And we're riding in the Lex, Coupe, Beamer and the Benz (What we riding in? Ha ha) All the players from the East to the West Coast, we're making ends This is why we do it [Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] One for the money (get the money, get the money) Two for the show (it's showtime) Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) One for the money (get the money, money, money, money) Two for the show (yeah) Three to get the honies (take money money money), here we go One for the money (get the money, money, money, money) Two for the show, three to get the honies (take money money money money) here we go One for the money (big money money money money) Two for the show, three to get the honies (Get money money money money), here we go [Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] Why we sing? Why we sing? It's the joy it brings (yeah), joy it brings You know that you like our style, the reason why, yeah (You gotta hear me when this shit is playing And I'm in the shower, man) The reason why we do what we do (you won't believe it, man) See we got a love for the music Simple as one, two, three, sing it [Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] One for the money, two for the show Three to get the honies (yeah), here we go (You gon' respect this man) One for the money, two for the show (this is that shit, right here) Three to get the honies, here we go [Outro: 50 Cent] Man, you gonna be able to play this tape Until I hear this shit coming outta every car, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Material Girl 2000[Intro] If a bitch don't like me Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch) Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now? Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know Thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin' They supposed to love me now baby I'm doin' it now baby Hahahaha [Chorus] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul [Verse One] Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons Talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope You got a smile that only a fool would forget And a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain Buggin' cause a while back I met this bitch on the train She wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit But on the sidewalk we ain't play games We exchanged numbers and names I went back to the Range I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' "I know that nigga, he rich" She think I got six whips cause me and my Man switch Anyway, her name is CeCe She said she go to BMCC Push a '98 328 with chrome BBS She said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV She liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me [Chorus] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul [Verse Two] It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya Type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya They into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls These trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit? Oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick? Nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'? Platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it That I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it Know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends Probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not Long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop It goes on and on and on and it don't stop [Chorus] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul [Verse Three] One thing you can always count on is change And a rich nigga to come put shit in the game Had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range Would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change Now it's hard to find us or stay behind us While we on the 900 double R Hondas Watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips While Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs All these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World You can find a material Girl I sip Dom 'till I earl Take 'em two at a time Quick I get in they mind Have 'em thinkin' they mine Bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time" I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year Got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here C'mon... uh huh... c'mon [Chorus] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul [Outro] Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on... Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us... Aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit... C'mon thats just records... niggas is playin'... We wasn't serious and shit...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy U Should Be Here{*this song borrows the beat and style from Raphael Saadiq's "Be Here"*} [Intro - Tony Yayo talking] *echo* YEAH!, you're rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent G-UNIT, and here we go! (*Saadiq sings "you should be here," and other parts of the song In the background throughout the intro and most of the song*) [50 Cent - Singing] - (Raphael Saadiq) You should be here wit me bitch You should come and make me rich Girl you know you need a pimp Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy) You should be here wit me bitch (ooh, ooh, girl) Girl you know you drive me crazy Bitch, (you should be here) [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch [what you say] (You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggas But you know you love the niggas, switch to a pimp bitch [BITCH] (You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm "throwin them bows" (You should be here) Right here next to me Girl I know you tired of fuckin' for free [WOO, Sing along] [Hook 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] (You should be here) You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call (You should be here) You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off [uh huh, uh huh] (You should be here) You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time (Well I wish you were here) You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here) [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] {50 Cent} Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho [Lloyd Banks] (You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner Niggas know, what, you wanna percentage, no {Hell no} (You should be here) Walkin' the track, rain, hail, sleet, snow Anythin' to speed up the process of the cash flow {gotta get that money man} (You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight Even if you gotta take it in the ass hole {you take it in the ass} [Hook 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] (You should be here) You should be that bitch that come [uh huh] Everytime I call [I told ya'll motherfuckers] (You should be here) You should be down on your knees Tryin' to break me off (you should be here) You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time [Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga] You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind [Verse 3 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] Uh, yeah, (you should be here) Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, bitch I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' shit (You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos [uh huh] I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels (You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie (You should be here), but you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C [C] Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP [yeah] [Hook 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing] (You should be), you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe (You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along) Girl you know you drive me crazy (You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl) (Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe You should be here [Outro - Tony Yayo - talking] I told ya'll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin' over this shit man (*echo*) (You should be here) We run the hood (*echo*) And we run these motherfuckin' offices (*echo*) Ya'll be wiling (*echo*) (you should be here) If ya'll hear (*echo*), the fuckin' (*echo*) Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now (You should be here) Man you still local I'm out the hood man (*echo), C'mon [Hook 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing] You should be), you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe (You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along) Girl you know you drive me crazy (You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl) (Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe You should be hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Off & On[Intro] Sprinkle a little 2Pac on it (It ain't easy bein' me) I'm legendary I'm necessary They call me Ferrari they call me 50 Call me big homie Hah [Verse 1] I got a bad bitch over the crib, I'm finna pop her off Nigga call me in 30 I beat her and dropped her off It's a quickie the ass and the lips are super soft And to top it off, she topped me off Niggas trynna front on my swag, knock it off Put the strap to the back of your knot and knock it off Homicide they have to come through, block it off That's what they do after that choppa get to choppin' off (It ain't easy bein' me) They say a nigga off, and think a nigga off I'm on the runway one way takin' off I tell a chick, pay a pimp, bitch, break it off I smack a ho, that ain't shit bitch, shake it off (It ain't easy bein' me) [Chorus] Off and on, these niggas be off and on And it go (On and on and on) And it go (On and on and on) Off and on, me, I'm never off, I'm on And it go (On and on and on) And it go (On and on and on) (It ain't easy bein' me) [Verse 2] Go 'head and ask about 50's Ferrari, I never take a loss I'm a boss, tell niggas to let it off, set it off Diamond cloth, flush lawn, it's floss at all costs God damnit it all costs, get it now, half off (It ain't easy bein' me) Diamond stud show off, nigga's swag is so off They stunt till I go off, the 6 hour blow off My wahi mahi-mahi teriyaki I'm so cocky Who the fuck out here to stop me, nigga haters sit and watch me And it seem like it is but it's not the same man niggas ain't got what I got my man Got a flow so pure like brick cocaine nigga bitch wanna be my secret man Freaky thing you eat that thing, every now and then I beat that man She tell a nigga not to say a thing, but I can't keep a secret man (It ain't easy bein' me) [Chorus] Off and on, these niggas be off and on And it go (On and on and on) And it go (On and on and on) Off and on, me, I'm never off, I'm on And it go (On and on and on) And it go (On and on and on) (It ain't easy bein' me)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m a Rider[Intro] Yeah Feels good [Verse 1] I might be the crookest nigga movin' around with 3 felonies I get a laugh at all the bullshit niggas be tellin' me My hood full of niggas like Marky and Bill Bellamy Them funny niggas will get ya, so keep the heat with ya It's Ferrari Nigga, my name hold weight, like a diesel nigga on a bitch pressed up state Here's my number, 94R6378 In case you thought the shit I say in my line's fake I make a mess in the mess hall - cause a brawl Caught you catchin' no charge; oh God Why's my life so hard? Cause I ain't book-smart, they think I'm a retard No, I dont know much about the French I talk All I know is when that drama pop off, these pussies is shook This is Rikers Island pain talk; your phone time’s my chalk My time is my time, and your time's mine, punk Cut you from ear to ear, [?] [Chorus] I'm a rider Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me Whether I'm locked or I'm free Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me I'm a rider Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me Whether I'm locked or I'm free Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me [Verse 2] Any nigga with a glass jaw gotta get his shit cracked Soon as I touch the bricks, I bust a clip and take the strip back Give me [?] money for a week; I could flip that They had my face while I'm juxin' you when I push your shit back [?] used to carry billy clubs, Trey-eight slugs Now they carry nines but I got hollows in mine I see my homies on the corner, burnin' a dutch Take a [?]; next thing you know, I'm [?] fucked up Every Tuesday I'm in parole, listenin' to niggas Lyin' through they teeth 'bout how they holdin' fingers You make police contact? (Nope) Stayin' out of trouble? (Nope) Got a job yet? (Nope) I'm still sellin' dope I'm just playin' [?] Let me piss in a cup And I got shit I gotta do; you really fuckin' me up See you, I could talk to you; you know what's up All that drug program shit be slowin' me up [Chorus] I'm a rider Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me Whether I'm locked or I'm free Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me I'm a rider Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me Whether I'm locked or I'm free Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me [Spoken Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Business Mind[Hayes] While rubbing elbows in the hills of high society I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me Built the bullshit sense of pride inside of me On a rise to fly car hating on varieties [50 Cent] Look, I don’t need no bitch niggas surrounding me Get caught, you better stick to the codes that you provided, b If you don't plead the 5th you get your whole shit split So called kingpins get real money to snitch [Hayes] I know it sound hard to believe this bullshit But sometimes you need money to see who you cool with See niggas hustle hard and cop them a few whips They end up popping niggas they used to be cool with [50 Cent] I’m a street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur Furs, suede, my car’s the core Nigga I been a boss I employed my boys And show em a bunch of shit they never seen before [Hook - 50 Cent] I got a business mind That block is mine, that brick and them Glocks is mine I got a business mind That drop is mine, these knots and this watch is mine I got a business mind You can’t stop my shine A nigga got a World Guiness book grind I got a business mind And I pop my 9, fuck around find out in time [50 Cent] I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed Got niggas that'll do the shit just cause they bored Man I ain’t even gotta tell niggas what for [Hayes] You think you cool but I swat your type of fly Yeah you crossed your T's but you forgot your I's That’s why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of [50 Cent] Corporate America gangstas we got em tearing up We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us We feel the life that we live is unfair to us America’s an oven, you got to break bread for us [Hayes] Go hard or die soft is what was said to us So if it’s gunplay you gon get shot instead of us Crackers be thinking they one step ahead of us I say shit like that to let em know that I’m aware of it [50 Cent] We keep accountants to count, I got lawyers to share, kid Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch They said death or jail is what’s ahead of us So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I'm a [Hayes] Street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur Fur or suede, my car’s the core Nigga I’ve been a boss I employed my boys Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hip Hop[Intro] WHY HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED ANYTHING!!! Uh, uh, uh One two one two Uh, uh, uh, uh [Hook] Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip) Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) [Verse] One thing bout my music It hit you feel the pain Nigga I’ll take control of your brain Listen now nigga I’m not playing Are you ready for that? Soldier, soldier grab your gat I show you who to aim it at Bang, bang, bang run toss the gat No, no, no, no lookin’ back Nigga leave the watch We ain't come for that Bitch quit playing Where the paper at Shit I rolled ace I’m shooting it back Everybody know how my paper stack Twenty inch chrome on the Cadillac Automatic shotgun Can you handle that? On the bullshit Nigga that’s a fact Ride through the motherfucking hoods strapped Put work in nigga that’s that Cocked to bust it and you’ll blast back Got a little money wanna flash that Before the wolves come out and blast gats Pedal to the metal nigga mash that Before your ass end up in a casket I said in a casket Who shot Biggie Smalls? We don't get 'em They gon' kill us all Man Puffy know who hit that nigga Man that nigga soft He scared them boys from the Westside'll break him off Dump on his ass So he run to Harlem shake 'em off [Hook] Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip) Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip) Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) [Outro: 50 cent talking] Oh I guess this means I won't be invited to the white parties In the Hamptons I don't give a fuck I don't wanna hang out with you punk ass no way Get me motherfucking running around This nigga Ma$e Now you wanna play games Don't wanna make the deal nigga Man I'll fuck your shit up nigga Is you crazy nigga Matter fact you know what I don't wanna do the deal no more Fuck the deal nigga You wanna play games You wanna waste my motherfucking time nigga Time is money nigga You wasting the motherfucking money nigga Alright I see what you trying to do But I don't know why you doing what you trying to do Why you want to make me tell everybody what Misa told me (huh??) Now you go on and send me fifty thousand dollars For this nigga travel fees You know air fare, hotel space For that last tour nigga Or I’ll really service your ass nigga...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch Armstrong Freestyle[Intro] Uh, yeah Ayo, what's up, it's 50 Cent It's Murda Mixtape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong, nigga Take that [Verse] Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Haitian Jack Fuck that, if I was you, I'd be scared of me too Yo Stretch, roll the weed while I tell 'em what I need I need cream by the stacks, shells for the Mac Rims for the 'Ac and a bitch to blow her back I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back See a nigga in a Benz, swear he peddling crack I need a stash box, dunn, so I could stash the gat I need a stadium light to leave 'em blind as a bat Flipping from under my plate while I'm running from Jake I make no mistakes, look I need extra papes My man up North, need the new Stretch mixtape I'm physically fit -- nah, for real, son, I'm in shape I need that Beyonce bitch to take me out on a date Niggas follow my footsteps cause everything I say is slick But I need y'all niggas to get off my dick My description in three words ''real witty cat'' I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the titties at [Outro] What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Armstrong Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Say What You Say[Intro: 50 Cent] Yo, niggas be asking me "Yo 50, who you got beef with?" Ima tell y'all niggas straight up who I got beef with, right Man, I got beef wit errybody I can't make no money with, know what I mean? If I can't make no money wit' you, fuck you nigga! G-Unit nigga! That's what's up cause I said that's what's up [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] I gets money, money I got So its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little doja And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed to Heavy pistol shells'll lift you My gun tear through lungs and it rip through tissue While I'm out for them ends, you out for a rep That's the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress See me in a black Lex, hard-top My mink drop-top, fresh out the car lot I got the gift of articulate speeches So I'm gon sell like the box office features Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT! But deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT! Cause we got them three B's: Benzes, burners, and bitches And plus we on the road to the riches [Hook: 50 Cent] You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Lately, I been going through a phase Hoping they ain't tapped the phones Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones Therefore, I'm on the move from the squad I'm stingy as ever, only trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad I'd rather put shoes on the card And a pool in the yard You don't really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing? You gotta be strapped to get rid of me I'll leave you in water like the Statue of Liberty I'm tryin to be cool Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school Keep rappin' for your hood, I'm rappin' for Benzes And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses [Hook: 50 Cent] You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Y'all niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) Y'all niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from watching Brucie B Look, I shot the sheriff And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot Here's the plan, I'ma keep stackin' my ends Till I'm on airplane seats and the Maybachs benz I'm all about the chips I done took them trips 22's on the 6 26 on the bricks And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin' them more I tapdance on the shit I ain't servin' it raw You sell smoke, look, nigga, I got what you need But it ain't goin' cheap cause I got mouths to feed Niggas always sayin' damn 50 you bugged Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug Bring me his watch and his chain We're not the same, he's a lame He want pussy I'm bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed Yo it's 50, when your mindframe change and you start to run away I'll see you another day motherfucker, it's 50 When them shots go off and your heart drop, nigga freeze up, ease up, motherfucker it's 50 [Hook: 50 Cent] You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy E.M.S.[Intro] G-G-Unit! (body) haha, yo, yo (it's 50 Cent) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I need no introduction, everybody (body) Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit I'm not Hi-Tek and I'm not Kweli (Kweli) You see me in the club, you better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody (body) Cause I get on that jack, in 5 minutes flat Niggas'll come back, shoot up your party (party) If I don't have fun, nobody havin' none I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty (shorty) Shout out to my nigga Juvie, Wacko's here Buck, my niggas from New Orleans, wodie (wodie) If we on the same page, when you see me on stage You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me ('plaud me) You know how I get, I'm still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I run around with the trey (body) pound like it's a sport And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court I got a million-dollar smile (body) and a fist full of pesos And the wrist so icy, it could light up a stage show In the club (body), nigga, I stay holdin' 'Cause I'm on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin' I play the bar (body) with a double shot of Henny 'Cause after this spot, it's cheaters, and envy (Shorty if you feel a nigga, call me) (body) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck Quality time ain't gonna put me in a bigger truck Fuck kids, it (body) ain't my turn to be stressed A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test I'm too young to be faithful (body) If money means love, I hate you I only trick on the first of April Holla at me, if you thugged (body) out shorty ready to fight you Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me And if you're not don't even (body) call me [Outro] (*gunshot fired, yelling*)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chase You Outta Here[Intro] You gotta watch your face I got am million dollars for every bump in your face And next year, you're gonna have an acne problem Ahh! Yeah Showtime, I'm gonna make it look easy [Verse] I told niggas I'm a hustler, it's like they keep on forgetting 36 mil in eight months, you still think I'm bullshitting? Catch me on top of Fortune's Hot 100 Head of G-Unit Enterprises, still getting blunted Went from selling crack to rap, that's two different games But they're parallel to each other, homie, so they're quite the same You know that crack spot so hot, you better off playing the block Fiends can't help but be fiends, they come and cop for the cops Back in the pens again, penitentiary doors spin The game full of heartbreaks, can I win for Christsakes? Ace after ace, Lady Luck just won't fuck with me That's why I got this attitude, nigga, don't say "what up!" to me I took something heart-pumping, move and I'll pop something Cop bricks, break 'em down to pieces and prop something Niggas stay in stunt mode so I stay strapped up My body language saying, ''Fuck around and get clapped up'' I sip on Coke when it's with Henny, go for broke with the semi Niggas talk behind my back, but they don't really want it with me Pussy niggas pop shit; me, I'm on that block shit That rubber band, hundred grand in that night box, bitch You know the raps bought the Benz, and the cracks bought the rims Vivica she bought the gym, told you I'm a fuckin' pimp I was born a bad seed, I defied the odds I ain't play the hand that I was dealt, I switched the cards Still I keep a poker face, frontin', I'mma catch a case Flip out, poke your face, you're laid out, now, what a waste I'm Super Fly, Ron O'Neal of this rap shit When that drama pop and you get shot Let's see you bounce back, bitch [Hook] You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin' I'ma have to chase you outta here You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin' I'ma have to chase you outta here You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin' I'ma have to chase you outta here You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin' I'ma have to chase you outta hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Puppy Love[Hook] Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G [Verse 1] She was pregnant by me once, glad she didn't have it 'Cause I be paying child support now, goddamn it Tish was my bitch, 'til she fucked my god brother I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid I was sick to my stomach nigga this is real shit I ain't the sensitive type, I ain't sit' around crying I caught the bitch on the avenue and punched her in the eye [Hook] Call it puppy love, Curtis and Janelle in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G [Verse 2] D's came locked my ass up like a savage Then came Doobie in the baby carriage Imagine how it felt summer day pretty blue skies I gased memorized at her in with green eyes I'm so into you baby we don't even got touch That the type shit I say when I really want to fuck 'Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baby spot in forty Sold crack before rap so everybody know me Chase Jus down cut his head the motherfucker owe me Vick's spinning, Cheek's was the hottest rapper in the hood I ain't hate, but on the low I didn't think he was good We wore Timberland boots, Carhartt suits You can tell a nigga paid, when his Filas shoes suede Rock a Caesar or a fade kept a pistol or a blade Try to flip a 62 like every couple days I get knocked I come home it's all a part of the game Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame It's like every other summer I was back and forth to jail Telling nanna Im copping out, so i don't need bail Just the convesary put the money orders in the mail [Hook] Call it puppy love, Curtis and Deawn in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G Call it puppy love Call it puppy love [Verse 3] She came to see me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time And I responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind Told myself I'ma grind As soon as I get out that paper what I'm about After 4 months home I had the Land I shine 2 months later I copped the Benz my nine Stay all cocked even when it's hot, Task out TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked I just love 'em and leave 'em, I don't give a fuck I mean she didn't give a fuck, she had a nigga in my truck [Hook] Call it puppy love, Curtis and Shaniqua in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G Call it puppy love, haha Yeah call it puppy love Call it puppy loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Busy[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I’m insane, yeah, shit changed I’m the head of that bank, bank in a weird gang Make it rain, trick, make it rain I hold onto mine and buy more cocaine Off the chain, nigga I ain’t playin' I get him with the semi, nigga stunt I let it ring He rap, I rap, but we ain’t the same He love a dame, I run a train Canary yellow rocks in my ring Everything private, my hoes and my planes Hurry now bartender, more champagne I shine like chrome ‘man’ terra’s on the range I stunt when I want, I ain't never gonna change I go load the wood in my cartier frames This what happen when a bebe kid Blow up, I'm on out this bitch [Chorus] I ball out bottles after bottles 'till I fall out I stunt, I do it my way I'm on now, get my money long now Looky here, nigga, you ain't got it like me If you don't like me (Get busy, get busy) Do something (Get busy, get busy) If you don't like me (Get busy, get busy) Do something (Get busy, get busy) [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] Tell me why you don't like me, my chain too icy The diamonds on my Breitling striking like lightning Throwing cake on your wifey, she licking the icing And uht's not even my birthday She telling me she love me, I don't wanna be her pimp Plus your ass ain't 'sposed to be here in the first place Nah, dance the Ali Key, let me hold some Look Nigga, cause I know you I don't owe ya nothin' With your broke ass, cold ass Type of nigga gonna get wild with no mask Rider gang thing play the bitch and watch us ball It's my night, boy, better love 'till mor' I'm a boss plus walking big balling Shit talking, Benz parking, rims glosing, clique flossing Tell the waitress drain the bottles with the towels sparkling They say money talk, nigga my shit hawking [Chorus] I ball out bottles after bottles 'till I fall out I stunt, I do it my way I'm on now, get my money long now Looky here, nigga, you ain't got it like me If you don't like me (Get busy, get busy) Do something If you don't like me (Get busy, get busy) Do something (Get busy, get busy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cutmaster C Shit[Intro] New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?) See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop [Verse 1] G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new I'm not that nigga, in your video I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes And niggas know I be, on the low But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro I'm not that nigga, that you think you know I walk around with a big four four You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door (What up 50) [Verse 2] Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo) Hustle hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid Back then niggas used to call me boo In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew Country came around, ease it and clappin' then Country left, strange shit started happenin' Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot Drew, and we was friends Money turns boys into men The cycle never changes, shit just starts again [Verse 3] Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels" I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin' I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today (oh yeah, let me hold somethin') Nigga you high or somethin' I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin' I got a few fifths, I got a few nines Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine [Outro - 50 Cent talking] Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha) Sit tight nigga I'm comin' You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD! My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zoneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Banks Workout Pt. 2[50 Cent] 50 Cent; Lloyd Banks! [Intro: 50 Cent] Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!) Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!) Nigga you don't know me, and I don't know you You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!) [Lloyd Banks] I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps Now I'm in O.J. Simpson throwbacks Y'all was wonderin where my ass been Probably vacationin on South Beach gettin head like an aspirin If you gassed, I can let the tec pound your ego Or lock you in a closet with the West Nile mosquito The press crowd in people, especially celebrities I'm heavily shittin on any Tom Dick or Gregory Nigga you better be strappin; they want you dead if you rappin I'm tryin to cave your head and your back in I'm gettin bread and relaxin, and attractin a fan base Of females with e-mails and letters to fax in In Vegas with a toaster and a blunt And the hotel I'm checked in, got a rollercoaster in the front I'mma post 'em when I stunt, the Sammy Sosa of the month Better yet the whole season, nigga I'm still breathin Even though my dollars are green I rap for the kids that's too poor to waste eggs on Halloween I'm gettin swallowed clean, my habits are good Collectin all the karats I could Slidin from a stash spot to conceal the torture And a good silencer to make it sound like the Wheel of Fortune All this careless talkin, cause I'm travelin and flossin Havin a good time, and you havin a abortion You sucker for love, gettin married and get divorced then Can't even afford the batteries for your Walkman I'm out the hood, burnin Cali weed on Slausson Where set trippin turn to tragedies and coffins Look, I mean what I'm sayin, you schemin I'm sprayin Your team end up layin, on the sofa screamin and prayin Sayin, G-Unit niggas be rollin crazy, holdin 80's Older ladies starin cause they starin in that gold Mercedes Since 50 hooked up with Shady, now they tryin to book up and pay me If you think I'm shook up you crazy, baby The boy strapped two ninas Smokin out a bag big enough to fit on vacuum cleaners I wore a glove when I blazed you fatty, I ain't your baby daddy She flippin, now he tryin to grab me out the navy Caddy I ain't your ave-y, papa was a rolling stone Stockin up to own a home, pocket full of loaded chrome Drop and get a hold of dome, I know your motive homes You mad, cause I'm fuckin half your Motorola phone I'm swift with the women I'm good with my words A lot of, niggas is hatin on what I deserve I'm hotter Front if you want, end up on the curb in your Prada And your mans runnin, ambulance comin Another day another dollar, on the low from the Impala I can have a sixsome in my shower, motherfucker! [Outro] Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!) Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!) Nigga you don't know me, and I don't know you You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!) I send a nigga that you thought you knew To come through and put a hole in you (G-UNIT~!) [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks, ha ha! 50 Cent! I ain't even gotta work hard Look at these niggas, ha ha ha The fuck you gon' do now nigga! You done had the same niggas in the background for a long time Think they gangster, but goin back and forth to jail Well jumpin the turnstile don't count nigga HA HA HA HA~!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Problem Child[Verse 1] That's the sound of the man, cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang - thaaang {verse1} Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin’, I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I'm on the edge I'm finna put a shell in a nigga head I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it Homie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot They say I'm skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. we trippin through the sets again Got shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain't preacher If you a pimp like kid, why the hoes don't treat ya If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya This flow’s God sent, it’s bound to reach ya [Hook] Problem child, I'm familiar with problems I know how to solve em Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em Shoot em up, rob em In the hood we starvin, you don’t want problems Problem child [Bridge] And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're comin' from {Verse2} They say you can never repay the price for takin’ a man's life I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty For evey bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine For every stone in the cross, there's a bitch I tossed See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course You can check C-N-N for the 'War Report' See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati Man, niggas ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti I do it myself, I don't need no help Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a pully See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young Niggas jumped me cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one [Hook] [Bridge] {Verse 3} I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven This cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your path The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass I got 'God Understand Me' tattooed in my skin When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again I'm the young buck that let the gun buck Roll the window down and say: whats up, niggas get ready to duck' My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here Nigga believe me when I say I don´t care Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin' Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Get Money - Forbes 1,2,3 Remix(feat. Diddy & Jay-Z) [Intro] The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1,2,3 I Get Money I-I Get Money I-I Get I Get I Get I Get (Remix!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!) (50 Cent)(*Diddy) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*You know what it is!!!) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (I Run New York!!!) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*Aww man!!!) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*It's the billion dollar remix baby!!!) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*For Real!!!) [50 Cent] Come on man I'm hot now, drop now, top down I got style Been around the block pal imagine what I got now The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti Range and Maserati I got 'em all got damn My money, my, my, my money, long I blackout and break a bat over your ass like Barry Bonds I get it! I'm down for the jooks now what's up I'm wit it! I told you I was gonna cake up I did it! Niggas tryin to show me how to ball Man they tryin to buy some Gucci, I'm tryin to buy the mall (Oh yeah!) I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryin to get it all My new bitch a cool bitch I'm fittin to make her spoiled If my watch is right, my stocks is right But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a motherfucker Chipped up don't be surprised when I grip up You slip up you could get it (50 Cent)(*Diddy) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*OH!!!) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*OH!!!) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*OH!!!) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (I Run New York!!!) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*A lot of money on this record man!) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*I like bein around money man!) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*Oh it's three the hard way baby!) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*You know my motherfuckin name! I own New York!) [Diddy] Uh! Bo knows but Diddy did it (Yeah) Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah Diddy did it Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah Diddy did it But my lawyers so good that Diddy got acquitted I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez While you was ridin around in Miami on Mopeds Yeaaaaaaaah! Oh you just got here I been doin this shit for over ten years (Ha, Ha!) I am chillin in Sean John denim Nigga I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheelin Champagne spillin, chillin, no ceilin Stealin a quarter million, feelin, ice grillin Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal Face on the Forbes in '94, I did it For the record I'm a Bad Boy, now let's get it, come on (50 Cent)(*Jay-Z) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (*Yeah) (1,2,3) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*You talkin my language now baby!) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*Yeah) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!) [50 Cent] (Jay-Z) [I get the pounds, to pesos, to yeeeeen] (yeah) [I celebrate and I'm fresh out the peeeeen] (yeah) [I'm a hustler, I'm back at it agaaaaain] (uh ha) [I'm bad and I don't play pretend - FUCK WIT 'EM JAY!] [Jay-Z] I'm a hustler, baby! Can't escape my past When I flip Rocawear, I told 'em give me money cash Yeah, checks might bounce Alphabet boys might check my counts Still hustlin, baby! Hurry up, kill me I'm already the goat, next stop is the billy Young turbo, six speed 911 I'm revvin, I'm tryin not to spill my Merlot When my girl go on world tour Ladies, I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough I'm back clubbin, Ace of Spade bubblin Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket?! I'm killin the block, most for whips So I'm killing the roof, like Michael Vick Yeah, just call me Forbes.com In case y'all forgot, New York is still mine, I get it! (50 Cent)(*Jay-Z) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (*Yeah) (1,2,3) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!) I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) (*You talkin my language now baby!) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (I, I Get it) (1,2,3) I-I Get Money, Money I Got (Yeah) (1,2,3) (*Yeah) Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got (*Yeah! I run New York!!!) (*I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this one!) [Outro] HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It) HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It) HO!!! HEY!!! (Yeah!!!) HO!!! HEY!!! (I Run New York!!!) HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It) HO!!! HEY!!! (I, I Get It) HO!!! HEY!!! (Yeah!!!) HO!!! HEY!!! (Yeah! I Run New York!!!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy G-Unit Soldiers[Tony Yayo] Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [50 Cent] Yea...Niggas salute me Uh huh [Tony Yayo] We takin over this shit (50 Cent) Yo [Tony Yayo] G Unitttt [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Tony Yayo] Whatcha say whatcha say? [50 Cent] G Unit solider (gun cocks) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Yea...Yea... I'm from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks) We gamble on ball courts Keep the paint peelin You either play ball or rap if you ain't dealin I'm stuck in the past Shit changed since the 80s (What) I know ladies, that got babies wit babies Out here its basketball and speedbags And guns that'll stiffin you up like freeze tag [Tony Yayo] You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo) Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top While I'm ridin on 20s in the chunky drop top So never show love wit ya left hand You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on) (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit solider (gun cocks) Ride out (Tony Yayo) Home of the new right here (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Nigga...Nigga Niggas know I'm hot But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh) Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on) I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt) I ain't straight I'm livin where its hot and sandy And the Benz's complexion is cotton candy I bounced up, that's the best part You niggas don't know what pain is The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo] Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open Cause it's liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else) Listen homie We got AKs and Remingtons For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and Indians Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball So if you see me in the club I'm in the bathroom stall Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night She got a gorgeous neck the way she toss this dick (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Tony Yayo] 50 whatcha say?? (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out (Lloyd Banks talking over beat) Yea...G Unit man.. We runnin the streets man We takin this rap shit over man This serious man its more then rap nigga Mention this nigga 50 name nigga I'm blowin niggas brains out nigga Thats my nigga right there Yea...it ain't a game no more Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks Same go for them nigga Blow ya fuckin head off nigga G Unit klick My nigga Proav L Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood 134 nigga We got yall nigga Yea...uh..uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Roll That Shit[Intro] I really hate havin’ to resort to knockin’ elderly people in the head for their money But I do it, I do it Yea, you know I do it I’ll do it, I’ll do it Yep, you know I’ll do it I like gettin' high [Hook- 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)] I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (Nigga I’m high as a motherfucker) I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (Ain’t not a nigga brother come tell me nothin’) I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (I’ll make your bitch come smoke with me) I roll the shit, I roll the shit (That’s why you bitch gon roll with me) My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP If I shine let’s room Bitch you wanna roll? Nigga, you must be crazy I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit [50 Cent- Verse 1] Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope Kush smoke same color to match that coat I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin Don poppin, party rockin My beat knockin, your bitch watchin My feds clockin my shit Threw a grand a piece on all of my kids Get your ass whipped you step on my shit Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch That shit fake, Audemars don't tick Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit? I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick I'm a match that deal with my hat They said I fell off, I snapped right back Nigga my money can't fit in no safe Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault Better have a pound if you niggas wan' smoke [Hook- 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)] I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (Nigga I’m high as a motherfucker) I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (Ain’t not a nigga brother come tell me nothin’) I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (I’ll make your bitch come smoke with me) I roll the shit, I roll the shit (That’s why you bitch gon roll with me) Get in the coop and got no top It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP If I shine let’s room Bitch you wanna roll? Nigga, you must be crazy I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit [Kidd Kidd- Verse 2] 50 Cent, look what you damn did Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick Give me brain like I ain't got no sense I got change, dollars and lil' cents I got rich, they ain't seen me since Now it's all startin to make sense I pull up in that brand new Benz All of a sudden I’ve got brand new friends Brand new chopper, bitch go blocka BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind (I roll the shit, I smoke the shit) I forgot she was in my bed (I roll the shit - I smoke the shit) Damn! I blew through all my bread That Lambo ain't got no top Man, I'm hotter than a stove top Rider Gang, we on top And we havin a smoke-out Eyes low but I'm so high Don't ask me, I don't know why I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit If I don't pass the shit don't ask for shit, HUH! [Hook- 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)] I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (Nigga I’m high as a motherfucker) I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (Ain’t not a nigga brother come tell me nothin’) I roll the shit, I smoke the shit (I’ll make your bitch come smoke with me) I roll the shit, I roll the shit (That’s why you bitch gon roll with me) Get in the coop and got no top It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP If I shine let’s room Bitch you wanna roll? Nigga, you must be crazy I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy C.R.E.A.M. 2009[Intro] You wanna smoke that? Go 'head, roll it, son I don't give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack I don't give a fuck what you wanna do, man Don't look to me to stop you, man Yeah, I'm not gettin' in the way [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) [Verse 1] You are now under my hypnosis Summertime grind, come out with the toasters I return like an animal ferocious New money breeds, new enemies, nigga you know this Another mil', another nigga sick I got nothing but hard dick for your bitch to lick I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw I'm out in the drought, I make the dope price soar Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam It's in God's hands, it's all God plan You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked, goddamn [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) [Verse 2] I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder Every summer, every winter, every spring You think I'm bullshitting, I put that on everything The shooting gon' stop right after the shit-talking I was selling crack while Mike was moonwalking 20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you So he could put some hot shit through you, do you? [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) [Interlude] Yeah, I'm back, baby, I'm back New shit, the drought over, new product Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggas, man I mean niggas got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man I think these niggas is faggots, man, for real, man They with the rainbow club, man You think this shit is a fad? Come on, man I think it's more than that, man I think it's more than that So if a nigga wear a dress you gon' put on a dress too? Come on, man [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hit Your Ass Up[Hook: 50 Cent 2x] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up [Verse 1: 50 Cent] When I grip the Tec Kiss the deck I'll spray at you're way Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay Kay Kay Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man I ain't playin' ain't got no time for them games Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin' [Hook: 50 Cent 2x] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol Ain't none of y'all this smooth, Platinum on wrist blue Wrist poppin' bling green by the fist full I'm smokin' on good Don't ride through the wrong hood Unless you got a vest on That Teflon Like a don should I'm rollin' sticky green Every nigga with me clean Strapped the fuck up know what I mean? [Hook: 50 Cent 2x] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] It's the general homie thats commanding these invasions My semi-automatic ravin' Stay blazin' The Rover be Etchel White Shorty leaned over but I'm mad cause she got an over-bite I got your baby's mother Movin' motherloads of Coke For Louis Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats Homie we enrich you're bitch a rug rat Thats why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat [Hook: 50 Cent 2x] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Respect It or Check It[Intro] Some niggas just wanna smoke Some niggas wanna smoke niggas Some niggas sell coke Some niggas selling dope, nigga We all hood, different pedigrees Now ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my melody You fuck around I catch a felony Now ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my melody [Chorus] Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga [Verse 1] I don't know if I'm worse when I'm rich or when I'm broke, nigga Same attitude, you got it, go 'head smoke, nigga I'm fucking with a blonde bitch, I got my own fragrance Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit The feds on my phone, that's why I don't ever say shit Portray being a friend to me and I'll make you a memory That .40 Cali barrel get to smoking like a chimney Niggas sick of pussy shit and me I'm just the remedy '03 get rich, nigga, you remember me? Shorty rock her hips she get to looking like an entree Bad bitch, fat ass, bouncing it like Beyoncé She saying "I'm a-a diva, I'm a, I'm a-a diva" I'ma fuck her and leave her, nigga, I don't need her I was born alone, I die alone, I be in the zone Bitches won't leave me alone now that my money long [Chorus] Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga [Verse 2] I pull the hammer out and spank niggas I peep your style, you got sugar in your tank, nigga Don't fucking wink at me I blend in with the best of them, shooters and robbers I'm on that will.i.am shit, I black your eye for blogging What the fuck is the problem? Violence isn't the answer I split your fucking head then get jammed up Why did you call the cops? Why didn't you say I'm hot? It's been six years I been here on top You act like I'm a average nigga spitting a average flow Fucking with average bitches like everywhere that I go I'm not focused on hoes, I'm focusing on the dough And I won't talk to you after my next album blow [Chorus] Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now I'm grown, me I'm full blown You don't think so respect it or check it, nigga [Outro] Rest in peace to Michael Jackson You niggas need me, man I might have to start moonwalking Couple dance moves and shit Write me some shit, call it ''Billie Jean Is My Lover'' I'm back, nigga, why so quiet? Niggas know it's summertime, I'm all over the place, nigga And you know when you see me I'm strizzapped Oh shit, nigga, y'all know I was gonna get on that shit, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Line Niggas[Intro] I'm trying to tell you, but you won't hear me, son The nigga be right there in front of them buildings Yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah) Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah) Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah [Chorus] I line niggas I do my homework, I'll find niggas The niggas that did that they my niggas You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas You die, die, nigga, die [Verse 1] I'm right 'bout where your man'll stay, my man blew your man away Did him dirty and ran away, who's the next candidate? To get hit with the cannon, ayy, you little niggas wanna play We can go back and forth in broad day Let it off, hop in the rental car, pull away smooth Put that twerk in that work and we at you with the tools Nigga, we ain't selling packs no more so we ain't on the strip Got that llama in the 'Llac strapped leaning in the whip [Chorus] I line niggas I do my homework, I'll find niggas The niggas that did that they my niggas You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas You die, die, nigga, die [Verse 2] First, I find your bitch creep then we found a nail shop Now would you looky here, we done found your mama's spot It's so easy, damn, I'm greasy Goons don't use Auto-Tune, that's Yeezy Yeah, summer now, good time to hunt you down Keep the pump around, we catch him we gon' slump him now Timing is everything, I plot it out perfect Drop a bag off to my nigga just to make it worth it [Chorus] I line niggas I do my homework, I'll find niggas The niggas that did that they my niggas You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas You die, die, nigga, die [Outro] Nigga, what up? These niggas think I'm playing with 'em, yeah Niggas smiling and shit, go 'head, nigga Keep thinking I'm careful I'll shoot the shit out of these niggas, man I let my niggas go, watch (I line niggas) Oh my God, y'all niggas know me (I line niggas) Y'all wasn't supposed to let me get this money Now what? (I line niggas)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The World{*set to B.I.G.'s "The World is Filled..." instrumental*} [50 Cent] Yeah... 50 Cent, uh-huh Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit~! She ain't that chick from the burbs that's a stranger to drama She that Uptown Girl with the cocky persona Went out her way to let her know that I want her I told her I - know fo' sho' we belong together And I wouldn't break her heart, my intentions are better And I, shared the same dreams she had about cheddar When the D's came she was down to hold the Beretta I got a thing for babygirls, me and her against the world [Governor - singing] We used to think the same schemes, with the same dreams in mind 10'll bring you back 20 if the crook is on time And she knows daddy loves to eat Take a seat and let my baby rub my feet She was a clear thinker, with a plan to rule the world But understandin her place is my girl Talk about hardcore, to win she'd give her life Or shoot to kill, to protect this life [Hook: Governor] The world will hear, what's really goin on, in my life - my life The world will see, what was really down down, in my life - my life If you only knew, the pain I feel; if you only could feel the streets is real If they only knewwwwww, what's goin onnnnnnn, yeah~! [50 Cent] You're sunshine, your smile make my day It's simple - your dimple your eyes Your lips, your thighs, got me hypnotized Communication's deep, I love it when we talk Hate it when you leave but when you leave I love to watch you walk You make a nigga forget about a life full of drama She got expensive taste, she get it from her momma Materialistic; still a nigga want her Consistantly missin her touch when she gone, uhh She smell like Chanel, she feelin me and I can tell With the right woman by my side I feel like I can't fail I've been around been up and down my attitude is fuckin ass She a rider, I'm in heaven when I'm inside her Workin up a sweat, kissin on her neck, "12 Play" in the deck Fo'play correct, have her drippin wet She looked in my eyes and say she like it but I know she love it I just keep doin what I'm doin and think nuttin of it [Hook] w/ ad libs {*abruptly ends halfway during the last line of the Chorus*} "STOP!!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy South Side (’04)[Intro] Yall niggas know me man It is what it is man Like I say y'all know me [Verse] I be on the scene on the lean in a benz in tha Bentley,when I come through your strip Every trip every flip I get the grip I can go to the dealership and buy me a new whip Take fix, new kicks, G6 New tricks I pick to suck on my dick G-Unit is the clique And it's how it gets flipped That's why you feelin' me bitch Niggas hate from a far But they don't come around Cause they know how a nigga get down Once a nigga move around Wit a long trey pound I won't hesitate to let it off 6 rounds If yo ass get hit Then you ain't do shit Fuckin' wit me that's what you get Now your lip Keep it zip Before you get your babymama Caught up in this bullshit Now what gets It's a no no Niggas know i'm loco But they tryin' to stay on the LOE DOE Gangsta fo sho Every time a nigga flow A nigga bank acount got Mo' dough South Side G-Unit 12xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Paranoid[Intro] Shh... quiet... you hear that? What the fuck, son? I'm telling you, man, you gotta watch these niggas [Chorus] I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat [Verse 1] We thought the coke and the dope would help us escape poverty When that didn't work we resorted to armed robbery Yeah, I done it, but I ain't the one they said did it Before my first verse my Benz had been kitted I'm so hood, that's what the bitches like about me She bob and weave, she up and down, she suck the life up out me I tell you 'bout my regimen, I blow a stack stunting The coldest shit I'm on it, kid, I'll blow a nigga fronting I'm dirty, yeah, I do that dirt, I'm down to put that work in I kick the door to get them bricks, that Eagle get to chirping You see that beam on ya head, nigga leaking Yeah, screaming and shit, man, shut the fuck up [Chorus] I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat [Verse 2] I had a dream niggas got me Woke up, a nigga shot me I ain't slept in three days My eyes red, something wrong with my head The MAC stashed right under the pillow on my bed It's not hot, why the fuck am I sweating? My heart beating, I'm bugging, I wreck it Bitch, don't move, it's dark, I might panic Just sit still, I mean it, God damn it My back against the wall Fuck the world, I'll kill 'em all Ain't a nigga too big or too small Chop 'em down, watch 'em fall Watch 'em bleed, watch 'em crawl Watch 'em bleed 'til they gone [Chorus] I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat I'm paranoid, bitch, I can't sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like I'm something to eat I'm paranoid [Bridge] I can't even fucking sleep (I'm paranoid) Bitch, quit playing, hand me my heat (I'm paranoid) I can't even rest my head (I'm paranoid) I'm fin to leave me a nigga dead [Outro] What? Niggas ain't fucking with me I wish a nigga would I've been taking it easy on these niggas, mane I've been easy on 'em ,mane I'ma turn it up now, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pimpin’ Pt. 2Yeah, I'm back baby, you miss me? (Ha Ha) Come hear [Chorus:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin' [Verse 1:] I em simply what you call a P. I. M. P You could never go broke when your G tight like me You Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe Get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe They say the games to be sold not told I sprinkle a lil shit in my lines it's hot tho You see tha bitches I fuck with. You know its real I sweat em to man I get em too man I stay on they heels Fuck a parkin lot Everyware I'm at I'm pimpin' Sunshine rain sleet or snow mane When I'm around niggas handcuff they dames I fuck em and send em home and they don't love me tha same See my face on mtv tha mood just change She suddenly doesn't want you touchin' her mane I had tha same affect on brods befor tha fame Queen's track hustler point niggas know me mane [Chorus:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin' [Verse 2:] I can see it in her eyes she tired of tha average life Fuckin' with me so subject to tha lavish life Follow instructions baby tha sky's tha limit If you u believe u get to see and achieve But first past tha weed I was born ta be a balla Niggas be hatein' on a kid I can't call it I could be everything you need tha shoulder you lean on Tha one that you talk to, tha one that you keen on If your atracktive we get to thumpin' for awhile If you listen long enough ill send some humer ta make you smile Got you outta pokit now bitch go on choose a pimp Doc blew me lost my moma iv been pimpin' ever since I'm a special kinda nigga girl can't you see? I talk my way out the hood on to your T. V I make changing your life apear so easy But you gotta be about your paper if your rollin' with me Let's go [Chorus:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin' [Verse 3:] I'm from a bottom from a bottom goin' ta take it to tha top! If you think we can't do it nigga watch as We go to all tha way to a drop From a lil to alot put a touch up and we got it She's far from average She's a special lady she'll do anything for me and that drives me crazy We get our grind on I let her blow on my dice Then my luck change I hit tha h right twice Its simple its mental she down for me When theres no one around, she's around for me She's my sunshine after tha rain my joy after tha pain Its easy to comprehend simple and plain [Chorus:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin' Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street King Energy[Intro] [Girl singing] You, I love you so much I can't deny how much I love you, yeah [50 Cent] Alright, alright, that's enough Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit [Verse 1] Nigga this is simple, not complicated I-I-I can't be faded I'm starting to think I made it Get out of line, out line, line, out line You act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya There's no running from me Picture me in my darkest hour I would rather be marked for death than marked the coward Pure evil, like the dope in your veins You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine I’m higher than Travolta, he flyin' a plane No evaluation necessary, I'm insane The barrel of that llama, hot, yeah, like a sauna Bricks in the door panel crossing the Verrazano Tom Ford Taylor shoes, you’s Ferragamo Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano I’m classically trained, they call me the piano man I move the keys fuck a piano, man I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet Beef – I let blow, run, hop a fence, and dump it Niggas be talking all that jazz When they get down to the get down they ask That bass so deep, my heart so cold I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row [Hook] Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news [Verse 2] This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce Say the wrong shit out your mouth I'll A your ass out One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz I don't wanna play so I don't play fair You know it's not polite to stare at my Cartier Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major I used to cut crack on my grandmama China And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far I love war, in fact, I'm the commander I want you to open the box of pandor' I'll destroy you and everything you stand for [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone And when my niggas ain't around, I do it on my own Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit Wait till y'all hear the shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Elementary[Intro] [Verse 1: Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I Flight the night From L.A. to N.Y I'm Harlem bound You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her." She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch And the police we'll have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake [Chorus: 50 Cent] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can't tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I'm drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon' open You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I ain't paying for pleasure Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the scene DVD's on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine [Chorus: 50 Cent] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me So ya'll niggas hate me, cause your wives be our groupies Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It ain't no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ass like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid [Chorus: 50 Cent] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Outro: 50 Cent] The cat in the house go Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow The bird in the cage go Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet It's elementaryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Man’s World[Intro: 50 Cent] What you saying boy, boy? Ha ha - said what you saying boy? [Hook: 50 Cent] See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on See me, I never ever ever run Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me Somebody be at him with my gun What you saying, boy? You think I'm playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a man's world What you saying, boy? You think I'm playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a man's world [Verse 1] Listen, nigga you play me and I'mma go crazy You push me I'mma motherfucking trip I come tripping through your set busting off my TEC I gives a fuck if you's a Blood or a Crip Nigga from J.F.K. to L.A.X., I'm back through the sets again Gangsta life, that's right, crazy-ass Mexicans Do it the raw way, broad day, AK Spray cause a melee, mayday mayday Freak bitch suck me on tape like Ray J Niggas that I'm up against know they can't fade me I'm the last one, you know the last don She know she wanna come, bitch, bring your ass on [Hook] [Verse 2] See, I come from the Southside where niggas is outside Right now with the rubber grips Niggas say they gon' see me to hit 'em on G.P Then I bless 'em with the chains full of bricks When you come from where I'm from you come from the bottom They ain't supposed to get this rich So the Fed's got my phone tapped to treat me like Fat Cat Now I'm thinking "man, ain't this a bitch?" Niggas stick cola in cola, from moving the yola Next thing you know they up in your crib Saying ''where's the stash at?'' You move they gon' blast that So I suggest you stand still, kid [Hook] [Outro] This a man's world Watch your mouth girl, this a man's worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If Dead Men Could Talk[50 Cent] Hold up Son them niggas know who hit that nigga son (I know, I know) They - how the fuck, we gon' know who hit him, and they don't know who hit him? The hood talkin man, e'rybody know~! (I know, it's fucked up) [Intro] Now I lay thee down to sleep Niggas try and lay me down wit heat And if I should die though before I awake I pray my Lord my soul to take [50 Cent] If dead men could talk in your sleep your homey told you who got him Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him? (Huh?) Or would you start switchin up You thinkin 'bout the penitentiary and bitchin up? What if he said money ain't everything, the hood raised us wrong All jux'll get your money long but look here I'm gone Would that touch your heart? Have you feelin funny inside? Would that be enough to make your punk-ass ride? What if he gave you a little list of things to do? Said he wouldn't have to die, he could live through you Would you load the gats, and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at yo' crib and hide? It's a cold world even when it's hot outside Whether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain Hit him cause he was your strength, now you in a daze Your homey turnin over in his grave... cause you PUSSY! [Hook: repeat 2X] "Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G. {*repeat 3X*} "Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert" (RIGHT~!!) [50 Cent] Them boys smoked your homey, ye ain't gon' do nuttin back? Not even if he told you you next to get clapped? It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you Your peoples gon' probably cremate and burn the rest of you You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7? When you reach the pearly gates, how you gon' explain You gon' try and tell God you've been framed? Y'all did everything together, he was your dog Now you Uptown coppin, and he in the morgue Them niggas he gave packs to, they kept the cake His sister and his baby momma talkin to Jake (uh-huh) Niggas that rocked him, they came to the wake But they ain't come inside, they sat out in the ride At the funeral, homicide all in the business Walkin 'round askin niggas to tell 'em who did it Niggas is throwin blows now you ready to rumble? Thirsty niggas are animals, the hood is a jungle Broke nigga'll body somethin over a bundle Man a three-year-old kid in my hood know what a gun do [Hook] - repeat 'til 15 seconds left [Outro] Sha Money, XL! Shadyville, teamwork, musicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Old 2003 Ferrari[Intro] {*Lighter flick*} {*Exhale*} Yeah, this some good shit Ooh, this feel like some Wu shit: I got more Glocks and TECs than you I make it pop, hit your homie, right next to you [Hook] Niggas say they like my old shit So I'll give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; it's old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look (x2) [Verse 1] What's up It’s '011; why that Maybach a '06? (Huh?) This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch I put paper before hoes: thats why I’m so rich (Yeah!) I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit (Chu-chu!) Doc check my temperature: Why I’m so cold? The hood left the left side of my chest froze I’m more about pimpin', gettin' bank rolls Sittin' watchin' them trickin' on them stank hoes (Make it rain) We can share love like, Kanye and Khalifa From runways in Milan, to big bags of reefer (Wooh!) She alright for a night, but don’t keep her Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest ether [Hook] Niggas say they like my old shit So I'll give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; it's old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look (x2) [Verse 2] My belt buckle YSL; my denim vintage My AP all iced out; my shit authentic My bread come in by the boat load; that's how I get it (Yeah) The cops come, say: I ain't do it; you know I did it (Aah!) I ain't trippin’, na-na-na-na I ain't trippin’ I am just putting the clip in I ain't out the window lickin' bitch (Wooh!) I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon I am 50, I’m putting an end to niggas fuckin' with me (Uh) Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with an iron fist I am strapped, what y’all niggas going to do with this? Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift [Hook] Niggas say they like my old shit So I'll give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; it's old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look (x2) [Outro] Yeah, it's 50, I'm back You won't see me rolling around Y'all niggas see me, you already know Don't come and say: What's up I don't fuck with you Y'all know I don't fuck with y'all niggas I'll smack a high-note out one of you niggas It's business as usual All we're going to do is get more money, more bread You hear me? Watch me thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Look What You Made Me Do[Verse 1] Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet niggas will stand around sayin' "Damn who did that?" I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the jack I'm the type to borrow your gat then won't give the shit back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress the ass gently in back of Bentleys You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin I'm planning to take over New York then start expanding Was Bob Marley singing about teks when he sung "I'm Jammin'? Nigga fuck with my cash and I'll blast yo' ass Snatch the Glock out the stash in the dash in mash Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I ain't playin' with you, I want my money motherfucker [Verse 2] Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same shit you got on dog, word? I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggas that'll spray and strip and stay there shit You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone in a baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street These industry niggas are startin' to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggas living on section eight in public housing They'll murder you and keep the shit low cause niggas heard of you Them b-more niggas is rowdy rowdy Them Detroit niggas is bout it bout it If they say they gonna kill ya nigga don't you doubt it Got your gun well don't leave home without it [Verse 3] Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she chose Now you heart broke, that's what you get for lovin' them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid Runnin round without no heat, it's like a fifth with no kick A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad bitch that won't blow dick It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin' spot with no dice Like fuckin' supermodel bitches and not bustin' off twice I murder any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only say things once, never twice, don't fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Touch Me[Intro: 50 Cent] This time.. I'ma make it clear.. That I'm number one, uhh [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious Maybe this is who I should make the missus Let's conversate a little like a fiddle, play with the middle They way she shake when it wiggle, I mean she hot like a kettle Well, me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread So I line you up and I dent you You run you're fucked when I catch you You only eat cause I let you, I hate the fact that I met you When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie [Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)] Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me (come on come on...) Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...) 'Cause all my love you can control... (yeah...) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Haha... yeah... yeah... yeah... She scratch my back when I'm stroking She scream she like it, she open I'm sitting back while she sucking, she super freaky, I love it (woo!) The sex is better than basic, that kitty kat, yeah, I chase it She do it just how I like it, position after position Fast stroke, short stroke, deep stroke, listen She down for pushing her limits, that's why I'm pushing up in it Start kissing her lips then I'm kissing her neck When my tongue cross her tatas, then bet it get wet to her, easy [Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)] Touch me, tease me (touch me baby...) Feel me and caress me (tease me baby...) Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode (Wooo...!) 'Cause all my love you can control... (This is how it's supposed to feel I said this is how it's supposed to feel...) [Verse 3: Case (50 Cent)] I'll spend the night with you (haha...) If you promise you will do All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean...) 'Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... Work it out now... wooohooooooo... !) I wanna make you fall in love Make you touch the stars above (haha...) Please me low and be my friend I'll come back and hit it again (and hit it again...) And again, and again, and again (again and again...) Don't go away (yeah... come on girl...) [Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)] Touch me, tease me (make it feel good...) Feel me and caress me (I mean real good...) Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (haha...) 'Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah... I can feel it... owwwwww...!) [Verse 4: Foxy Brown (50 Cent)] What? Let me get that Lex, nigga Sex wetter than aquariums Flashing, to get their ass and (uhh...) Who fucks slow in Lear jets and coupes My ones stacking You ain't know that I be macking, uhh (nah...) The extra set of keys, the thirty G's Them trips to Belize, had you living on your knees, uhh (yeah...) Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah... yeah... yeah... ah!) The forty room palace, sipping Cristal-ise Uhh, what, uhh [Chorus: Mary J. Blige (50 Cent)] Touch me, tease me (yeah...) Feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on...) Hold on tight and don't let go (now bend, and stretch come on...) Baby I'm about to explode (Work it out... I said work it out...) 'Cause all my love you can control... (Come on break it down... that's how they break it down... haha...) Touch me, tease me (this is what I call fun...) Feel me and caress me (I'm having so much fun...) Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work...) 'Cause all my love you can control... (yeah...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Heard Me[Verse 1] Shorty the Henny got me feelin' right (Ya heard me?) My momma gone, you can spend the night (Ya heard me?) I ain't playin', I'm tryna fuck tonight (Ya heard me?) Clothes off, face down, ass up, come on Shorty, you roll with the winners, right (Ya heard me?) You see now me, I got my money right (Ya heard me?) I'm tryna teach you how to play, how the big boys play When you come around my way (Ya heard me?) Now see the Bentley got the 20 inch chrome (Ya heard me?) You could get in, but don't touch the phone (Ya heard me?) Money come, money go, I know But everytime I flow, it's more money, fo' sho (Ya heard me?) In the street niggas sayin' I'm nice (Ya heard me?) Watch flooded, no more room for ice (Ya heard me?) Niggas be on TV stuntin' hard, and in the hood The same niggas they be gettin' robbed (Ya heard me?) You might hear I get shot but, I don't get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog (Ya heard me?) [Chorus] (You like it when I back that ass up on you?) Ooh, baby I like it, I like it (When I work that ass, that ass) Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile (And baby I like it, I like it) Everytime we dance you make it worth my while (And I like it, I like it) [Bridge] Shorty, if you wanna roll with some ballers, you should call us I'm tryna make sure you hear me (Ya heard me?) We rap now, we rollin' and I'm holdin' And I'ma make sure you hear me (Ya heard me?) [Verse 2] I freak off with the video chicks (Ya heard me?) Sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6 (Ya heard me?) MTV, they gon' play my hits (Ya heard me?) Even though I'm real ghetto and shit (Ya heard me?) I got a G niggas shoot that Ace (Ya heard me?) Your ass bettin' I'ma cut your face (Ya heard me?) Last thing I need is to catch a new case, I don't know nothin' 'bout them high hats but I sell base (Ya heard me?) The city boys tryna kill a kid (Ya heard me?) They shot me up in front of my crib (Ya heard me?) He had the drop, I couldn't run from him Shot in the hand, tryna take the fuckin' gun from him (Ya heard me?) Little homie sayin', "50, you tough" (Ya heard me?) 9 shots just wasn't enough (Ya heard me?) [Chorus] (You like it when I back that ass up on you?) Ooh, baby I like it, I like it (When I work that ass, that ass) Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile (And baby I like it, I like it) Everytime we dance you make it worth my while (And I like it, I like it) [Verse 3] Nigga, you best be comin' up with my cash (Ya heard me?) Don't make me go and get the gat out the stash (Ya heard me?) I'll come back and pop one in your ass (Ya heard me?) Don't play with the money, no not with the money Niggas get knocked when they start playin' games (Ya heard me?) Stop tellin' the police my name (Ya heard me?) I don't mind givin' chicks them tips (Ya heard me?) They let me play with then tits and hips (Ya heard me?) When I come through, they know I'm a thug Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen's club (Ya heard me?) I rap but I'm still sellin' them O's (Ya heard me?) My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes (Ya heard me?) He said if the ho knew better, she'd come through better And make a pimp more cheddar (Ya heard me?) [Chorus] (You like it when I back that ass up on you?) Ooh, baby I like it, I like it (When I work that ass, that ass) Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile (And baby I like it, I like it) Everytime we dance you make it worth my while (And I like it, I like it) [Outro] 50 make it crazy in the club I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me I come through niggas always show me love I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me Niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Talking in Codes[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Intro] {"Alright, are you ready?"} Fuck that [Chorus] These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do' These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do' These niggas is green [Verse 1] It's nothing to it, cock it, bang it and get rid of that Hit his fitted cap, he won't get a chance to Twitter that I make the Ruger sing a song, bullets hum to you You better have God with you when I come to you I'm a grimy nigga, I said some simple shit You's a dirty nigga with syphilis on your dick I catch you I'mma wash you up, line you, spit-shine you Leave you right there in the street where niggas can find you Die, nigga, die, fly, pelican, fly When I pull it eat a bullet, don't question me why That's the laws of the jungle, I'll show you what the gun do My bad, what the shell do, you rot until they smell you [Chorus] These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do' These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do' These niggas is green [Verse 2] Get green, son, get him, cut his head He didn't even see it coming, he sleeping, that's what he did Get biz, niggas acting like it ain't what it is Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit Let Doc come sew him up, gang signs throw 'em up In my hood growing up you pussy or you 'bout it You shooting or you running, the police coming Niggas get at you you get at them or you don't mean nothing Niggas walk tough, even walk like warriors On some G shit, they get to singing like Gloria Now come clean, tell us what you told the D's Matter fact don't tell us shit, motherfucker, hold these [Chorus] These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do' These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do' These niggas is green [Interlude] Yeah, feels like summer to me Expect it nice and hot 40 day, my bad, my bad Family day, I be in the projects Y'all come check me out Get a chance to do some new shit You don't wanna miss this, trust me [Chorus] These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do' These niggas is green, these niggas is green I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do' These niggas is greenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy SMS Get the Message[Intro] Nigga I ain’t fucking around SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine But I ain’t never ever gonna say I did it In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks You stuntin’ on hungry niggas, go ahead get your ass shot Your neck got your chain on it Bullet got your name on it I’m serious, sometimes it seems like I’m playin’ Dump a shell case in your face, The DA’s coming for me They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case I know some niggas, some snitches I know some bitches who’s scared I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I’ma get? We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch nigga ether [Hook] All we do is get that grain And my niggas move cocaine Plus we let them hammers bang I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue Niggas’ll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren’t you Nigga, my vest on, my chucks are bomb proof You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I’m on you This ain't tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should! When the bullshit start I’mma find a spot Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases’ll drop Man, you niggas don’t know me, you know my government name Go ‘head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang Got a big reputation, there’s something wrong with my brain Nigga front, I’mma squeeze it, go ‘head stunt, I’m squeeze it [Hook] All we do is get that grain And my niggas move cocaine Plus we let them hammers bang I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang [Outro] Yeah! Back on my shit, man! I don’t give a fuck about fitting in You niggas gonna follow me! Back to the ground, nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty! Now wan’ get dirty with me? We gon’ see if you all you niggas done with soft? All y’all get with the shit man This the shit man All the real niggas feel it! Rest of you RnB ass niggas Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga Fuck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit! SMS Audio, Sleek By 50 R.I.P NATE DOGGEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Planet 50[Intro] If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me? [50 Cent - Verse 1] You know you won’t play with a nigga I fly out to spend the day with a nigga First flight, first seat and first class First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit From hot dogs and pretzels to the expensive shit Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile Me cell phone’ll capture the moment When your emotions start to shift I’ma just shoot that over your brown eyes To chocolate thighs Make me wanna sing good lord Is this Adam and Eve happening again? [Hook] We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right Let me know if you’re with it That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood Can’t wait to let you hit it Now you’re in my world Now you’re in my world! Planet Fifty [Verse 2] Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off 2020 golden Benz, I’m feeling that concept I want the best, now can you be the best for me Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing And that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight You can show me what you’re into As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions Acting like a nympho Round after round, I show you how I put it down Jet set, mile high club [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Down[Hook: 50 Cent] When it's on you better get-get-get-get-get down Get-get-get-get-get down I pull out you better, get down I let off you better, get down Get-get-get-get-get down, get-get-get-get-get down When its on you better, get dow I pull out you better, get dow [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You know it takes 7 days and 6 nights before I get right I get Puffy then I lean on him, put that beam on him You proably heard Ma$e tried to join the team Cause Puffy's too busy selling pimple cream What Puff sell next is Maybelline Or dance next to Joc to try to get hot This is the quiet before the storm, the warning before it's on 50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip [Verse 2: Tony Yayo)] They don't do it like this, concentrate on the wrists I got see-through rocks on a Chronoswiss I got rich real quick, now I'm sipping on Cris' Its T-O-N-Y, G-Unit is the clique On the back the clip, thats the hammer on the pound So you better (get-get-get-get-get down) I'm on the Greyhound and now I'm on the run Cause I ain't doing time for no damn murder one [Hook] [Verse 3: Hot Rod] When I roll through the hood, man, it's all good These hoes get down when I show 'em my wood Niggas get down cause they knowing they should And when them thangs spit rounds they flow through the hood If you's a hard nigga you feeling you gotta prove it I run with the Unit, please man don't do it Act tough now, you have to duck down You hit the lotto last week, you out of luck now, nigga [Verse 4: 50 Cent] I get money, money I got The strawberry deck could be the same color the drop You can see a nigga clear when I put down the top Sunlight hit the watch, you see the shit down the block Anything colored VS, my shit right My shits is diamonds, yours boltonites I know ya plan was to fake it till you make it But I'mma blow ya ass up, lets face it [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Watch Your Back[Hook: 50 Cent] You better watch yo back, motherfuckers is grimey down here You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I don't care Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here You betta watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here Cause lil' sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin' up... [Verse 1: 50 Cent] When I say I'll lay a nigga down I put that on my momma Niggas gonna see it's real when we get in the dramma I ain't fightin' wit these faggots ima back out the lama And start lettin' off until niggas is no longer problems I watch the blood seep in the street, I'm swift wit the heat I hit a nigga quick, Know why? niggas hit me They call me 50 my aka is two gun Charlie Find me up at 4 in the mornin' to catch me a body Waitin' for you in yo projects by your staircase door Come out! Come out! pussy you can't hide from a war I get impatient then I'm bringin' it to yo people, I ring the doorbell then I'm puttin' one through your peephole Boy it's a no,no to fuck wit me cause i'm not your equal They say i'm loco, the pump will make your fuckin' chest see-through But on the low though I'll show you how them hollow tips eat through, your legs, your back, your head and your hat [Hook: 50 Cent] You better watch yo back, muthafuckas is grimey down here You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I don't care Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here You better watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here Cause lil' sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin' up... [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] When I'm gunnin' at yo ass wit the chrome Kid you runnin' outta town like a boost mobile phone Yea the tech jam but it really don't shoot bad I'll turn yo head into a fishnet doo rag I got bricks of that raw sittin' in that rice man And a long fo'fo when I'm at da dice game You won't catch me slippin' when I'm hittin' them licks I roll 4,5,6 wit my hand on my shit I'm a gangsta on point ready to flip Fo' you dummies i got dumb dumsb all in my clip I got bundles of that D man I'm tryin to get paid So I'm makin moves fast like my name was D. Wade [Hook: 50 Cent] You better watch yo back, muthafuckas is grimey down here You get stuck up, stabbed, shot the fuck up round here Son I move wit my vest and my hammer, I don't care Niggas try and front on me and I blame em right here You better watch yo back, niggas be on dat bullshit down here So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here Cause lil' sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin' up...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 50 for President[Intro] Ladies and gentleman, I know you were very surprised when you heard for the first time 50 Cent is running for the president. I like to thank you for all for tuning into these debates. Some really important issues to adress and I'd love to answer your questions and hear your suggestions. (Listen to this shit) after I propose. I'm not just another politician politicing, it's your boy. 50 - here we go [Verse 1] Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds, but I ain't never inhale Been in custody before, but never in jail Baby, I love you like America, don't talk to me fly But I promise you if you do, bitch, I'll black ya eye See, the hood fucked up, I got a plan for the crisis Bring the dope in on boats and lower cocaine prices That's stage one of my plan to pass by depression When everybody high who gives a fuck 'bout recession? Imagine gas price is twenty dollars a gallon D's catch a nigga and have walk to the island My main aim's to take away pain It's okay, get fucked up, man Got that purple, roll that shit Got that pill pop, now take that trip Got the Hennessy, man, take that sip The pain'll go away if you get higher than a motherfucker And I know you think you know my style Sursprise, nigga, I done changed it now 5 years, I'm the nigga you been hating on December 9th I'mma give you what you waiting for Before I Self Destruct, motherfucker [Outro] It's 50 I'm in Detroit right now I got Eminem in the other room, Dre in here We putting it togheter I'm gon' hit, I'm finna hit the restart button It's gon' feel like I just started it all over again Like this '03 and this is Get Rich My album come with a full length movie Feautered film, I'm like Prince right now, man It's like Purple Rain, baby, stupid Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus, Sasha Delvalle, Elijah Williams, Carlos Franco, Gabriel Ellis Shout out to all my niggas in Paris and New Jersey Aight, I gotta go work back on my album It's classic, December 9th, 50 That's right, Thisis50.com, On demand Entertainmant Peace - oh yeah, on't forget to vote for meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lay Down (Smoked)[Hook: Ned the Wino] Move the fuck out the way This might get rain today Don't wanna play now I'm on a roll That's where I plan to stay Look at the bed you made And lay down [Bridge 1: 50 Cent] Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me Tricks are for kids don't play with me You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit Problem nigga, it's ok with me The revolver always stay with me You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit 44 bulldog for that bullshit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nigga that was my mama crack spot I got birth rights I lay a nigga out on the turf nice Fuck a fist fight Shit shift all of sudden, you can box my box cutter as I can see it cutting Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy I bet this hurt you like it hurts me (it hurts) Hot as hell when that gunpowder burning What goes around don't come around When I'm putting work in Nigga swallow your pride and run You stick around you're done [Hook: Ned the Wino] Move the fuck out the way This might get rain today Don't wanna play now I'm on a roll That's where I plan to stay Look at the bed you made And lay down [Bridge 2: 50 Cent] I don't know you, what the fuck you wanna say to me I'm telling you niggas don't play with me You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit Body on the ground, it's OK with me I make examples so niggas don't play with me You'll get smoked, I ain't for the bullshit 44 bulldog for that bullshit [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk I shoot a duck flying right out the sky with the punk A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets 16 in the clip, I dump 'em all in your whip You think I'm joking I'm not Find out when that Glock get to dumping And your back get hot I got a temper, you don't wanna test my patience And end up doc's new patient Stump your head on the pavement You try come at me on some brave shit [Hook: Ned the Wino] Move the fuck out the way This might get rain today Don't wanna play now I'm on a roll That's where I plan to stay Look at the bed you made And lay downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Part 2 & Bump Heads[50 Cent] I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears The reason there's two karats in each of ya ears I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine So when I shine, you shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news" I need you in my life girl, you're too much to lose [Beat switches] [Hook] Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out Then you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' rider Then you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Tony Yayo] G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy Give Tony too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy V12, SL detailed I rap and wait for them checks in the mail If you hatin', your due time life will expire Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!" Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleek shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this 'dro and this nestle got me right So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes I'm on first class flights heading towards Vegas Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players I roll a seven, cause we crap table players [Hook] [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone book You're high with your messed up ratchets I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup packets Fuck who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side By the females standin' with tattoos on they thighs There's a lot of cats losin' they wives Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyes Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm prepared But I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard They know me in the field, the kid with the fans That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the deal Big city, stadium tour, Rollie in the wheel motherfuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 5 Heartbeats[Intro: 50 Cent] Nights like this... I wish Rain drops would fall 5 heartbeats left One last deep breath [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I got a 16 shot Ruger, I got 16 cars All over how I write 16 bars Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards I run Interscope, uh-uh Oh, my God Your stuff I'll make it hot You want I'll get ya shot You're just open your coffin You're dead men walking Now when I'm out in London they say I'm so smart I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard [Hook: 50 Cent] I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya Must be goin' crazy Cause I'm still down To get down to let off rounds I'm loadin up my 380 I can't wait 'till I see death [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'm tryin' to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters The condos in Vegas - cause NY freezin' My strap is the reason that you on the floor bleedin' I learned the Coke game Young and Watchin' 50! And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur. [shot] {DAMN!} [Hook] I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya! Must be goin' crazy Cause I'm still down To get down to let off rounds I'm loadin' up my 380 I can't wait 'till I see - death! Oh babyyyy! Nigga I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you [Outro: 50 Cent] It's the first of the month Hahahaha It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga OOOHHH! It's a fuckin' zoo out here, man These fuckin' chimpanzees, man Fuckin' monkeys talkin' 'bout me, man Pull through there man, it's hot These niggas out on the curb, I'm like look at these donkies Bunch of fuckin' jackasses Man go do something, nigga What the fuck, man? Damn, nigga go to jail nigga Give yourself an excuse for bein' Fuckin' broke nigga Come on, man Fuck is up man This 50, man South Side, man You already know what I'm about boyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Girls Go Wild[Intro: 50 Cent] & (Jeremih) Give it to em (give it to em) [x4] [Verse 1: Jeremih] Don’t do much talking, I just check ‘em with the D Got ’bout 3, 4 bad, bad bitches in the tub waiting for me My favorite ho's imported, her name Elize And she say she got a man, she can’t stand that he’s a zero [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Bitch, I’m the man, I love bubbling Shorty touch ya, touch ya hands all, all over me Yeah, no-one will believe I can get you high as NASA, careful with ya asses [Pre-Hook: Jeremih] & (50 Cent) I only want em bad (give it to ‘em) Whatever's on tab (give it to em) I’mma spend a little more change at the bar Tell the DJ to run it back (give it to em) I'mma give it to em, give it to em (give it to em) Give it to em, give it to em, give it to em (give it to em) [x3] [Hook: 50 Cent] 50 Cent got that shit that'll make them (girls go wild, girls go wild) My shit knock in the club and it make them (girls go wild, girls go wild) From the front to the back let me kick it (girls go wild, girls go wild) I got them macking like they rocking to my old shit (girls go wild, girls go wild) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] She want me to trick, I think this pussy one for me She seen my watch and all the rocks on top of my new pinky ring Oh, understand I’m out here in these street Get out of line tryin’ to take mine, I get at you with the heat, boy Girl, my swag is illsy Flip a row of Cavalli frames, I blew a couple G’s Shorty bad, I bet ya she’s a freak She might bring a friend if she want something to eat [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 4: 50 Cent] Smoke purple shit and it slow me down, down, down I sip brown shit ’till my head spin round, round, round Shorty says she wants me, you know what’s up Might pop a pill before we fuck Basically we all turned up, all the way turned up First it’s "Fifty, you know you so strong" Than it’s "Tell me how you go so long?" "Non-stop, please can we take a break" She said “I need water, I need water” I don’t need no crowd round when I’m performing No TV, no lights, no camcorder I let the world know I’m a bedroom star Ya boy a freak, I always go hard [Pre-Hook] + [Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit![Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background] Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man 50 can't even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha) [Verse 1] I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo) I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh) You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb While the so called smart kids was poppin' gum I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole Let's go, let's flow nigga [Hook - Singing] - 2X War, what is it good for absolutely nothin' But niggas keep frontin' Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier Die like a soldier [Outro - Talking] War, state of mercy nigga You see me pop off nigga Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah) You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid 50 Cent, new shit My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple" And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga Uh huh, ya heardEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Call Me[Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me) (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [Tony Yayo - talking in background of Hook] 50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh As we proceed, uh [50 Cent] (Tony Yayo) You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up) You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh) You didn't like the little things I do Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon) Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga" With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga) When you disrespect me is where I draw the line You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just cause I say so I'm the hottest shit on this street, I don't do J Lo (here we go) [Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope] (Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?] (Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I'm houndin you] (Call me) Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin] I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck (Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me] (Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever] (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [Tony Yayo - talking behind Hook] Uh huh, yeah [Hope] (Tony Yayo) I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up) No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh) No pies, no cake, couldn't get a crum nigga (crum nigga) Fuck too fast, too quick to cum nigga Now you wanna talk like you big shit Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin? Cause when you's fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c'mon) [Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo] (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [I just wanna fuck] (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of Hook] Yeah, um, YAYO! [Tony Yayo] Don't call me bitch, don't be naggin me Cause the police thinkin 'bout baggin me (baggin me) You wanna call me on my cell, but don't got money for bail And you the main reason that I'm stuck in the jail You showed 'em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed 'em where the stash at (uh huh) Got a order of protection, no I'm doin five flat In my heart I thought you was the one "Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH) [Hook - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [Tweet] Call me Call meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gangsta’d Up{*set to the beat of "G'd Up" by Tha Eastsidaz*} [50 Cent] Yeah, I stay with my ratchet nigga Go 'head and talk bad nigga You best be on your best behavior out this motherfucker! Ha ha [Hook: 50 - singing] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [Tony Yayo] I got a rifle with a scope in the trunk of the Viper So I shoot off the roof like the D.C. sniper I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece And a level two vest and a brand new piece See y'all hip-hop niggas don't want no beef Y'all get shot and rat to the hip-hop police Nigga two guns up, I run up in your label Why your guns in the house like a couch potato? [Hook: 50 - singing] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [Lloyd Banks] These hoes want me to stop, but this is the worst part I was born with this game like birthmarks I don't trip, but I'mma get a little watch from my modelin chick Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick I get a new fan every single time that I spit Gray and blue Benz, lovin' every diamond I get Fast and furious in the Rang Rove', cause my bread folds Beef I hit your neck and turn your jewelry into red gold [Hook: 50 - singing] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [50 Cent] I'm from the bottom man niggas know I came up hard I got a temper man I'm looking for some shit to start Man my tax bracket change, I'm sittin on some change The hoes man they changed they don't treat me the same It's not my looks that's got me all up in them drawers It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors Man them D's they done turned them dogs into dopefiends Smell a leak in my clothes so they barkin at me - WHOA!! Yeah, that's gon' have to be good enough I lost a friend tonight Jam Master Jay... rest in peace I send my love to his family 50 Cent y'all [Hook: 50 - singing] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me Annnnnd, I stay wit my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [Outro] G-Unit, God's Plan! Damn... {*gunshot*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Redrum (Murder)[Intro] {"Doesn't really matter - us"} No, it don't fucking matter {"Doesn't really matter - us"} We gon' do it my way {"Doesn't really matter - us"} From here on out it's my way [Chorus] 187 in motion Hammer cocked when I'm coastin', yeah 187 in motion Hammer cocked when I'm coastin' Redrum, redrum Fuck with me it'll be murder one Redrum, redrum One shooter, ten shots, one gun This is redrum {"Oh, it's too late, oh, it's too late"} [Verse 1] If I hit him, I'll hurt him, I just catch him and murk him I'm not sitting here waiting for him to come back, nah Soon as I spot him, I got him, I'ma run up and drop him Get that P-90 popping, nigga, hold that, uh I get the gun and they running, niggas know me for dumbing I got a good reputation, what the fuck can I say? Some of these niggas is bitches, yeah, most of 'em snitches So I don't let 'em know it's me doing dirt when it's me I know just how to work it, I can make it go perfect Have the homicides sitting there scratching their head To me, a victim's a victim, you could pay me and pick 'em Then I hunt ‘em down and take his head off like a deer [Chorus] 187 in motion Hammer cocked when I'm coastin', yeah 187 in motion Hammer cocked when I'm coastin' Redrum, redrum Fuck with me it'll be murder one Redrum, redrum One shooter, ten shots, one gun This is redrum {"Oh, it's too late, oh, it's too late"} [Verse 2] I bet you think that I'm vicious, catch you hugging and kissing While the love's in the air, I put a hole in your heart Plus so now that I'm missing, I'm a fucking magician You might find my DNA all over your broad Me and my cannibal methods, I eat you niggas for breakfast See the cannon respect it, nigga, take off the chain (now) Robberies turn to murder, I do shit you ain't heard of Change my mind and just pop you in a blink of an eye I know you thought I was bluffing, but to me this is nothing Now you can lay there leaking, go 'head curl up and die You tell God when you see him I'll be happy to meet him I went to service this evening, he forgives, not I [Chorus] 187 in motion Hammer cocked when I'm coastin', yeah 187 in motion Hammer cocked when I'm coastin' Redrum, redrum Fuck with me it'll be murder one Redrum, redrum One shooter, ten shots, one gun This is redrum {"Oh, it's too late, oh, it's too late"} [Outro] It's murder Nothing but murderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Glow of a Thug[Verse 1] Some friends turn foes over money and hoes When they family ain't tight, when they money ain't right When you party with me, you party all night Cause I ain't with doing nothing if we ain't doing it right Players hate us when they getting face-to-face altercations They be getting played like Sony Playstation When the feds having fun, cockblockers try to stop me I heard some cats be in the background trying to clap me I see them when they start scheming, I know what they thinking of Mad at us for being players and they can't get no love What it boil down to, cause my flow's hot, your flow's not You're so-so going against 50 Cent, that's a no-no Y'all know better than that [Hook] Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug [Verse 2] First it was me and my pistol, but since the last mistrial Spin up a Cristal, I'm living it up My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked the lawbook for my name I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a Mason Money is power, envy is cash, breed evil I could be robbed with the jewels I drop Came into the store a year ago I decided to stack chips on the whip Push the hoot, now I be sitting on Beach Huevo Contemplating coping the Coupe... Hmm, should I? Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?" When I breach you serve you bricks, through time to beat you Send you back if you headed to your people Threw out my chest when I make power moves like I'm right on the L [Hook] [Verse 3] You wanna, party with me, come on, party with me Oh, you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, Moet or Dom P? Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me I'm caught up, in my ghetto way of thinking From the ice, to the minks, to the champagne we drinking Big boys is playing Benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch Lorenzos Follow me, round and round, the club 3 and a quarter drop-tops with hard tops 20 whips for chip; that's it. Average joes who flip bricks My team flash keys like they grow on trees When it's hot, park the whips and ride bikes If you [?] through traffic on the turn-bikes, aightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Play This on the Radio[Intro] Yo what's up, it’s the kid 50 cent, this is new shit right here on ThisIs50.com exclusive You got me feeling crazier than a motherfucker Remember where you heard it first [Chorus] Play this on the radio (hell nah) Play this on the radio (Damn, nigga) Play this on the radio (What the fuck you say?) Play this on the radio [Verse] First they said that faggot hot, then they let that junkie shot Keep them motherfucking trophies, tell me where the fuck is mine? I'm back on the underground, back where I belong now Told you how I felt then, this is how I feel now Focus on my lyrics now, I'm having a melt down I don’t wanna sip tea or chit chat on your sofa Bitch, I ain't Jay-Z, fuck you, Oprah Suck dick, deep throat and gag, now I'm mad You don’t like hip-hop, then we don’t like your ass Fuck the award shows, don’t even mention my shit I'm the hottest nigga on the net, they can't censor my shit I say what the fuck I wanna say, I done been through some shit [Chorus] Look, shit, damn, cocksucker, punk bitch motherfucker Play this on the radio, play this on he radio Faggot, ho, slut, cunt, suck a dick, roll a blunt Play this on the radio, play this on the radio White bitch, Black bitch, Asian bitch, crazy ho Play this on the radio, play this on the radio Cracker spit, horny trick, buy a pussy, here we go Play this on the radio, play this on the radio [Outro] Yeah, turn it up now, so you can hear me It’s the return of the heartless Creative monster Eminem, Dre, 50, Shady Aftermath Niggas can't tell me nothing, son I was broke and fucked up, now what? I dare you to say something, I'll break your fucking neck Any one of these niggas, son, I'm waiting And I'm on your heels, Mr. Carter, I heard you You want me to...die ugly? Okay Don’t end up on the list, nigga Be a missing person Like Cam'ron, like Ja, like Joe Who want some? Who want it? What up?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shady Murder[Eminem] Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do [50 Cent] Murder them, murder them They violate, I demonstrate Yeah, I’ll murder them Niggas be fronting word up They stunting till they hurt up That semi talk I’ll let it buck I had these niggas running hard I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt up and have him kicking dirt up I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga back up stupid hard Silence it’s the return of the tyrant Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids Stand closer to the homie you gon’ to die with Flames come up out the muzzle wanting shit that I did I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishing in I give to a nigga if he want it Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it I get to drop, blow out your knot, perfect planning Hit your back with something hot out the cannon [Hook] It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in You know I ain’t got the strap on me Holding that for me [Verse 2] I’m f-cked up, it really doesn’t matter though Hundred nine millimeter shells in the Calico Wait, niggas drop like dominoes Run for your life, puta si vámonos I was taught to see my crew a long time ago Grew up around cocaine, yeah even my mamma know I cut a O in the fo’ with seven at a time Made four hundred of that, you know a nigga grind Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time A nigga shine like a nickel nine I’ve been talking to the man in the mirror Nigga so ass they was shaking like Shakira It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin near ya It’s funny how niggas never hear ya, till you run down on ‘em Gun down on ‘em [Hook] It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in It’s murder one, it’s premeditated Murder, then it’s another one Back to back, put work in Yeah starting to feel like the old me (ha ha)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m All Turn’t Up[Intro] My Glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthafuckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthafuckin unit! [Chorus] (My rear view mirror is vibrating) Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’ (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up (My rear view mirror is vibrating) Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’ (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I got a trunk full of tens I got a stash full of ends I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20 inch rims Got that Beamer that Bentley I got that 63 Benz And a white bitch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver Up and down, up and down, and a nigga head spin ’round She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go She get to takin’ it deep, and put a nigga to sleep [Chorus] (My rear view mirror is vibrating) Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’ (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up (My rear view mirror is vibrating) Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’ (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It's on now, ’cause these bitches gyrating We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin’ Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she ain't stoppin’ Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ pussy poppin’ tic-toc-in Make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick Play the game bitch, shit make us both rich Fuck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit I ain't nothin’ like the niggas you done been with [Chorus] (My rear view mirror is vibrating) Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’ (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up (My rear view mirror is vibrating) Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’ (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up [Outro: 50 Cent] It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me Tricks on me, tricks on me Me I’m never trippin’ for a bitch homie Bitch homie, I’m rich homie Turn it up! That's 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka You niggas see me Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthafucka You niggas ain't sayin' nothin’ Know I got that muthaf-ckin' tre pound, 6 shots muthafucka I let it rotate Niggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at? Nigga I don't know where the fuck that Lil’ nigga at I ain't heard from him Fuck Yayo too nigga, I’m on some new shit Fuck the group nigga I’ma introduce you to my new niggas Uh, it's 0-11 I figured out what's the matter with this shit It ain't me, its these niggas It's the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit Nah nah, fuck the group man I’m on my Beyonce shit I’m on my way to the top godammitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy London Girl[Produced by DB] [Intro] Ay, ay quit belling my phone, bruv You think money grows on trees? [Bridge] I just got back from the U.K But I'm going back to the U.K I just bought a flat in the U.K (You just got back baby today?) I just got back from the U.K But I'm going back to the U.K I'm a little jetlag now, okay? (Look, the dick's rock hard baby for me) [Hook] She's my London girl - she's my, my My London girl - she's my, my [Verse 1] Yeah, the first time I seen her, son, I knew she was the shit I seen her in the V.I.P. chilling with her clique She hot, mane, I watched her, I like her style She don't know what I'm thinking when I'm staring at her lips In my imagination I can see her suck the dick I like that, I want that, we could do it right now Just a minute of your time, let me talk to ya love I wan' get to know you, maybe I can call you up Then we can chit-chat 'til you let me hit that I'll get deep 'til I hit the back of your kit-kat You're not a freak, but you'll be one when I'm done It's anytime, anyplace with me, hon I'm sexual, when I'm next to you I'm a horny dog, oh my God [Hook] [Verse 2] She said she's so sophisticated, you know when she talk to me She's such an intellectual, she make me want her sexual Give what I got, backshot after backshot, sweat non-stop I really like the way she move, I'm trying to say she hot She rodeo, she ride it good when she get on top She work it, she work it and she be putting it down It looks good, yeah, good enough to taste it A boy toy, yeah. I'm what she wan' play with She a cougar, got a little age on me But I'm experienced, that's what she don't know, homie The same old, same old, starting to feel different Anytime, any place, baby, I'm with it Don't stop get it, get it Collapse, relax then get right back with it [Hook] [Interlude] Yeah Yeah that's the shit Yeah that's my bitch I just got back from the U.K I got a new bitch in the U.K My paper's straight, I'm okay I just got back, nigga, today [Outro] 50, you fucking with the #1 nigga now You know, I'm international, Jack You understand what I'm saying, nigga? Anywhere around the globe International gangsta shit You heard me? I'm a pop sensation When I cock that and pop that you gon' understand what I'm sayingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Da Heatwave[Intro] They don't do it like we do They don't do it like we do We keep it gangsta They don't do it like we do Cause they don't live like we do We keep it gangsta Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day Niggas is scared to death of me, they know I don't play Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day Niggas don't want it, I bring it to 'em anyway [Verse 1] I'm gettin' paper, things are changin', bitches love 50 They in da club wit' me, poppin' the bub wit' me You should see I'm in the tele, in the tub wit' me Rubbin' all on my back like they in love wit' me I'm a grimey ass nigga, I'm far from a don Still a million niggas come at me, kick it like Farrakhan I'm in your club wearin' whatever, I ain't tryna be cute Deuce-deuce in my booth, fuck you lookin' at dude? We the reason that the D's is searchin' for bundles The reason that they make you take your shoes off at the tunnel Party wit' us and get ya link popped, I got ya bank stopped Diesel like a nigga home on furlow in a tank top You know how we roll, back to back, expose, sippin' V.S.O I D.W.I., I'm a real wise guy [Interlude] They don't do it like we do Cause they don't live like we do We keep it gangsta [Chorus: 50 Cent] They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what [Verse 2] Some wanna check me, some respect me Some sit around tables plottin' to wet me When y'all niggas come y'all better come correctly Do you understand me? Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, gangsta shit I'm laughin' straight to the muthafuckin' bank wit' this, haha Inside we got razors, outside we got MACs That's why we act like we don't know how to act Who wanna got chopped? who wanna get shot? Who wanna get these Cristal bottles smashed all across they knot? Dupe, I run wit' grimey niggas that's down to tear the club up You run wit' dirty niggas that wash and tear the tub up My niggas get knocked wit'out Glocks, there go the shop They get sticked six months, then come right back to the block I told Tony, we approaching the game strongly I don't give a fuck if I'm rubbin' these niggas the wrong way, what-what [Chorus: 50 Cent] They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what [Verse 3] Yo, yo in the local club niggas stay gettin' hit All they do is clean up the blood, change the name and reopen the shit I watch niggas sip cups and cherish Hennessy as they hard They get drunk, then they wanna thump That's why I get a kick outta makin' em sick Ice on the wrist, big as the shit Titanic hit Now shorties in my hood sayin' they like my style Hoes in Hollywood sayin' I'm too wild I'm gettin' plenty paper, my head is still nappy I'm still plottin' to pop police like Pappy Mason, niggas clearly don't understand what they facin' Let them get outta line then I have to lace them They runnin' for they life then I have to chase them And let shot off in bump-a-clot head Style's awesome, ain't it? The flow's flawless, flip like a cordless jack Applaud this black, this ain't ya average rap [Chorus: 50 Cent] They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what [Interlude] Gangsta shit, 2000 shit Yo, ayo first they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up Shawty is a pro son, she know how to get it up You ain't got keep it on the low son, her head game is crazy [Outro] Erick Sermon, 2000 shit Def Squad nigga, 50 Cent nigga What-what niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Michael Jackson Freestyle[Intro: 50 Cent] {DAMN!} I'm number one! Yeah! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] They say I ain't lyrical, they say I ain't a miracle (yeah!) I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual (uh-huh!) They act like they know God better than me I know God Allah, he used to pump crack up the street (come on!) Allahu Akbar, clap him, run through your backyard Let the MAC off, tear half of your back off (Woooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) {*gunshot*} This is my block, my spot, I am here I'm a Southside nigga to the bone, get that clear [Interlude: 50 Cent] Ayo pull that back, man! Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'? [Intro: 50 Cent] I'm number one! [kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"!} Yeah! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] They say I ain't lyrical, they say I ain't a miracle (yeah!) I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual (uh-huh!) They act like they know God better than me I know God Allah, he used to pump crack up the street (come on!) Allahu Akbar, clap him, run through your backyard Let the MAC off, tear half of your back off (Woooooooohhhooooooooooooooo!) {*gunshot*} This is my block, my spot, I am here I'm a Southside nigga to the bone, get that clear [scream] Now I got a better hustle so I'm getting better bread Buy my bitches better shit so they gimme better head (Say "Whaaaat"!) You thinking about getting down with me, yeah, you better kid Where the fuck you gon' get a job? You a predicate... ... felon, it's back to crack selling Nigga get caught telling [?], crack your melon (AAAAAHHH-OOOOOOOHHH!) I told you I'd blow, now you see it to believe it My head gassed up, man, I'm so conceited Nigga, you ain't never gon' see me in the hood (uh-huh!) Motherfuck that shit, nigga, I'm too good (hahaaaa!) {*gunshot*} Run tell niggas 50 is bougie You don't buy his CD's and don't go see his movies (fuck that!) He don't act like he used to in Juve' He was on the medication {WOOO!}, now that nigga there loony [Break: 50 Cent] Can it be I been away too long? (Ohhhh!) I mean way too long [Verse 2: Michael Jackson (50 Cent)] Can it be I stayed away too long? (I been away man!) Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (did you forget me?) It's not my thing trying to get back (I'm back baby! I'm back!) But this time let me tell you where I'm at (oh, I'm in Southside!) You don't have to worry 'cause I'm coming (haha!) Back to where I should have always staaaayed And now I've heard the maybe to your story (This is that shit right here!) And it's enough love for me to staaaaaaaay (ahhhhhhh!) Can it be I stayed away too long? Did I leave your mind when I was gone? (I'ma ask you again! Did you forget about me?) It's not my thing trying to get baaaack But this time let me tell you where I'm at (Southside!) [Chorus: Michael Jackson] I wanna, wanna be where you are, ooohhhhhhhh Anywhere you are, ooohhhhhhhh I wanna, wanna be where you are, ooohhhhhhhh Everywhere you are, ooohhhhhhhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Way Out[Intro: Dr Dre and 50 Cent] Ha ha I'm back, bastards! (Oh yeah) When the chips were down you just laughed at us Now you 'bout to feel the fucking wrath of Aftermath, faggots! (Feels good) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my cds drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm a track-star, running through life, chasing my dream Best deal I made was trading the mic for that triple beam I zone off thinking is there really heaven or hell So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell I need no answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl Don't much good come from me, but my music Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay A old G told me God's favorites have a hard time You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind [Hook: 50 Cent] Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me [Verse 2: 2pac] Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise (rise) My ghetto queen, rise (rise) Don't be afraid to try (try) Too many of us died to the door to open wide My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize Though everybody dies [Hook: 50 Cent] Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me [Verse 3: Eminem] My friends can't understand this new me That's understandable, man, but think how bananas you'd be You'd be an animal too, if you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybody's looking at you, what you want me to do? I'm starting to live like a recluse and the truth is Fame's starting to give me an excuse to be at a all time low I sit alone in my home theater watching the same damn DVD Of the first tour, the last tour he was still alive And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills will make me feel alright And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night I'll just take a couple more, yeah you're motherfucking right I ain't slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on dole 'em out Daddy, don't you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice Yeah baby hold me down [Hook: 50 Cent] Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 50's My Favourite[Intro] I took a sip of the potion Little SK, a little Goose, now I’m loose [Verse 1] Quest for the cheddar I bought shiny Beretta I’m firing squad hard, you niggas should know better Than to bump with Ferrari, district calamari I kill like rebels in Warri, I’m sorry I ball like I think I’m the Prince of Abu Dhabi Black gold gush out the ground Gun powder fly out the pound I turn a clown smile upside down That’s 3 time zones in my watch face Still hard to tell time with diamonds all over my watch face Twinkle like I’m outta space, I'm the big dipper You a little dipper, pipe down little nigga Nice wheels, but don’t talk money, that's what I'm about I could fit your house inside my house And your neighbours and ya yard, oh my God This shit ain't about shit so I ain't gon’ go hard Now kick push, kick push, get the fuck outta here, kick push [Hook] You’re now being hypnotised, close your eyes And say 50′s my favourite, 50, 50's my favourite I’m not the the one to play with, I mean what I say, bitch 50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite Still on that gutter shit, forever on that gutter shit 50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite I know you love that shit, real niggas be loving this 50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite [Verse 2] Oh shit, now a nigga floating That Luger German, thats Kush burning I’m Einstein on the grind, my wheels turning I’m out in Cali Not in Hollywood, Silicon valley I’m bout to get rich, I mean real rich I’m talking Facebook and Spotify type shit I’m not a programmer, I use ghetto grammar Slang, pussy, I’m strong as David Banner The Hulk, my money come in bulk And if this shit go bad I go back to the dope Now pay attention to the murder I wrote This my light shit, my heavy shit on the album Lets get right, bitch [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back Seat[50 Cent] Now play my Tony Yayo shit Yeah, 50 Cent G-Unit Remix Tony Yayo We gonna do it again [Hook: repeat 2X] Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - ho [Tony Yayo] Hey yo, my truck talk for me If I was bummy and ugly Your bitch'll still have love for me As long as I push a truck, rims chunky Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye And them loud system full of bass and highs You see that X5 BM Packed with Puerto Ricans Bad mommies on the low, just creepin Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH) [50 Cent] Might see me in the Jeep Rollin' 'round 4 deep And you know we on the creep Nigga, I'm holdin' it [Hook] [Tony Yayo] Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road I pull the seats back Put the sheets in the luggage rack Pull out my balls And play an Aaron Hall track I tell a chick "Bend over, mami" Hit 'em with the Henny Dick Now my windows foggy Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's Now bitch, get on your knees You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats Where's your baby mama? She in the truck and I'm blessin her Undressing her Make hop out for air re-freshener I ain't stressing her Cause my rims keep checkin her She's 21, my rim size older than her TWENTY TWO'S [50 Cent] Niggas say they want beef But when they see me in the street They don't slow down to speak Cause they know I'm holdin .. [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy So Serious[Intro] I'm so so serious I'm oh so serious I, I got it I, I get it [Hook] Now I lay thee down to sleep I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep If I should die though before I awake Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake [Verse] It's 50, I'm so real, you ain't see none realer Ex-crack dealer, I click-clack for the skrilla I'm heartless, something like a cold-blooded killer I'm filthy, dirty with the money, my nigga I done ran through more cars than your Rolls Royce dealer I put that on my Goddaughter, I love you, Jon Miller New Bentley or not, watch the chinchilla Sean Don spitter, Banshee four wheeler I'm big in New York, I move like Godzilla Gorilla, U.N.I.T Nigga Grave digger, ask Puffy and Jigga Made nigga, my pockets get bigger And bigger, you got no choice but to feel a Nigga when I spit that shit, I figure It'll only bring more bread You fuck around, I get down and go upside yo' head [Hook] Now I lay thee down to sleep I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep If I should die though before I awake Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake Now I lay thee down to sleep I pray the Lord forgive me for holding heat If I should die though before I awake Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake [Outro] Oh! I just got back from the UK A lil jet-lagged from the flight But when I'm out there, they say... They say, "50, 50 you're my favorite We love you, 50! You're massive Mash it up, there is no competition No, no, there is no competition You have to be kidding" I can't believe it, I'm drunk! It's 50, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Your Life’s on the Line (Alternate Version)[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, blow, what up, homie? Even bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss with is 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 Coke price go up, capsules come down The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me they don't even stash crack They keep it on ’em, right there in they ass crack The way these cats move confuse me, but it’s all good Puffy ran up on Steve, why you ain't ran up on Suge? I’ma ask you these questions cause I don't understand Cheeks, why you ain't show to Ty's wake, I thought he was your mans Jigga stay away from Ja before he get on some bullshit Talk to police on that Sammy the Bull-shit Hey pussy Ja, why you get juxed in ya own hood? Why niggas who rob you walk around like it’s all good? Damn, why you ran to 'Preme to get your shit back? Why you won't approach me? cause you know I'll push your shit back [Hook] Scream murder, I don't believe you Murder, fuck around and leave you Murder, I don't believe you Murder, murder your life's on the line [Bridge] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on the late night Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six [Verse 2] Ja, when I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrappin' ya fuckin' head like a Hindu Nas said he half-man, half-amazin' You half-X, half-Pac, that ain't hot Nigga, I ain't goin' nowhere so get used to me OGs look at me and see I'm what they used to be I'm the nigga that sell coke, the nigga that sell dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold sope 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 picture's painted the words that make a blind man see (bitch) [Hook] Scream murder, I don't believe you Murder, fuck around and leave you Murder, I don't believe you Murder, murder your life's on the lineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy G-Unit That’s What’s Up![ Intro - 50 Cent talking ] Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT) And Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga, nigga (haha, haha) You gotta love it, New York City (haha) [ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ] I been doin' my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears I'm doin' my thang (haha) I said I've been doin' my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn I'm doin' my thang [ 50 Cent ] Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy (heavy), I think it's necessary (necessary) For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi (stones in my resi, YEAH) I used to push a Chevy (uh huh), about to cop a Bentley (what) And stun on these niggas 'till my tank on empty (tank on empty) This gangsta shit is in me (in me), the money I got plenty (plenty) I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from any (any) I know a stripper named Jenny (Jenny) I marked a nigga named Vinny (Vinny) I ain't in on many (many), a CEO named Giddy (Giddy) 50 is so witty, 50 is so high (high) 50 got the fuckin' hood on lock (lock, what) [ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ] I been doin' my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears I'm doin' my thang (haha) I said I've been doin' my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn I'm doin' my thang [ Lloyd Banks ] When I'm knockin' you down, no one can save ya, from the other side of the door It sounds like you going through this (AH) before (AH) My passport is valid, so I'm goin' through Asia Flyin' through Paris, stoppin' in Britain, shoppin' and shittin' (YEAH) If you ain't jumpin' off of the truck, you walkin' We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks (Rosa Parks) My name papi, so I'm higherin' the price Bitch about to make enough money, to buy you a life (OH) [ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ] I been doin' my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears I'm doin' my thang (haha) I said I've been doin' my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn I'm doin' my thang [ Tony Yayo ] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yo, I got so many hoes, that my pimp game natural (uh huh) The only time I don't fuck, is in the AIDS capital (YEAH) Look at the watch, you have a hard time seein' it I got so many rocks, they have a hard time breathin' (C'MON) See the cross on my neck? Hoes want to know what's the course on my neck (course on my neck) First she said no, now she almost said yes (almost said yes) Now we in the telly, and we both butt nak, workin' up a sweat (sweat, sweat) [ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ] I been doin' my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears I'm doin' my thang (haha) I said I've been doin' my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn I'm doin' my thang [ Outro - 50 Cent talking ] Yeah nigga (yeah nigga) You know it's me when I'm cruisin' through your motherfuckin' hood And shit nigga, Don't try to act like you don't know it me And shit, You know what I'm sayin'? I didn't put no tints on the motherfucker So you could see me nigga If I'm gonna spend $125,000 on some wheels I want you to get a good look nigga (haha uh) Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate The license plate say: "Get one nigga" (haha) Can you get one nigga?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Você Só Pensa Na GranaOoouu Ficar por cima é tão melhor do que embaixo Muito melhor... [Refrão] Mano você só pensa na grana Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar Mano você só pensa na grana Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar Mano você só pensa na grana E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar Mano você só pensa na grana Achando que isso que vai te salvar [Verso] É verão, meu Porsche é branco como leite Na BA os caras me chamam de Fifty Cent É engraçado de frente, pra mim Fico com raiva você tem inveja, de mim Eu vou descer o braço, afinal, sou da quebrada Fica esperto, num entro numa enrascada Tá ligado em algo por qualquer besteirinha Fica esperto com a minha gatinha Não é minha culpa se a grana é da posição Tentar ele iria e resolve com o chefão Todo mundo fica louco quando a grana não chega Eu quero ter minha casa, meus filhos e minha nega [Bridge] Quando chegamos, você Ouve a nossa batida Abre sua mente, minha querida Estamos em contrapartida Você é minha prometida [Refrão] Mano você só pensa na grana Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar Mano você só pensa na grana Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar Mano você só pensa na grana E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar Mano você só pensa na grana Ou achando coisas que vai te salvar [Verso] Os manos me adoram sou daquele lugar Chego na boate as minas só querem transar Quanto 'cê 'tá de putas? Eu tenho elas Em São Paulo e Rio, você prefere qual delas? Você sabe que enlouqueço elas na sorte Após o voo de cinco horas, de Nova York Eu falo cum gangster e com a vadia Sou um cafetão que não fala bom dia Ela vai trazer a calcinha, eu suponho Transar com ela, é meu grande sonho Ela falar do jogo, s-s-s-sexual De quatro ou de lado ele me acha legal [Bridge] A merda mudou Desde Portugal Ela sabe dês de Que ache legal Cara, eu to me segurando Você vai 'tar roubando [Refrão] Mano você só pensa na grana Com raiva de mim, não sei o que falar Mano você só pensa na grana Olhando coisas que você não pode comprar Mano você só pensa na grana E fica uma fera quando eu começo a passar Mano você só pensa na grana Achando que isso que vai te salvarEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When You Hear That[Intro: 50 Cent] You want some of this? [Chorus: 50 Cent] When you hear that... (gun cocking) Nigga, it's on When you hear that... (gun cocking) You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn' Shells will bend your ass up - word is born When you hear that... (gun cocking) Nigga, it's on When you hear that... (gun cocking) You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn' Shells will bend your ass up - word is born [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You say you a shooter; nobody believes you I don't say I'm a shooter; I just shoot if I need to Gat bust Adrenaline rush High off dust Rap tycoon Mossberg boom Nigga, I go through ya whole set I come through ya hood bumpin' Bobby Womack Old school, new school Nigga, don't move I run up right behind your ass, lightin' up the tool Nigga, what? [Chorus: 50 Cent] When you hear that... (gun cocking) Nigga, it's on When you hear that... (gun cocking) You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn' Shells will bend your ass up - word is born When you hear that... (gun cocking) Nigga, it's on When you hear that... (gun cocking) You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn' Shells will bend your ass up - word is born [Bridge: Tony Yayo] Yeah, nigga 50, nigga You know what time it is The Talk of New York [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'm like a Mexican drug lord - my cash come quicker I'm sittin' on bricks like a Columbian nigga Movin' coke - a lot of that white shit On the Amtrak, comin' back with this dyke chick And this white bitch Man I just bought a nice whip Chi-Chi get that Yayo; homie toss that brick They lovin' my product They fiendin' to buy it Man, I got these fiends gettin' skinny like Bohemian Diets Po-Po they creep pass Man, I peep task They lookin' at my face cause I shoot like Steve Nash The Llama in the truck Baby mama baggin' up Got Medina in the cut So these fiends ballin' up [Chorus: 50 Cent] When you hear that... (gun cocking) Nigga, it's on When you hear that... (gun cocking) You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn' Shells will bend your ass up - word is born When you hear that... (gun cocking) Nigga, it's on When you hear that... (gun cocking) You better be gone It could be in the late night or in the morn' Shells will bend your ass up - word is born [Outro: 50 Cent] You hear that boy, Yayo Ah, man It's crazy You just 'gon give 'em that for free? Ah, man I'm puttin' this shit out man Tony Yayo man... 2nd quarter AH!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Words From Eminem[DJ Whoo Kid] Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [EMINEM (speaks on phone)] Sha, whattup? It’s EM! Yo! This mothafucka, 50, dog.. is the illest.. mothafucka.. ALIIIVE.. in the world! I just listened to that song.. again! “The penitentiry is…” I quit! I quit rap. I quit! (phone hangs up)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ching Ching Ching[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, yeah, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (Yeah, nigga) God's Plan (Haha), Yayo (Non-stop) [Chorus: 50 Cent] I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought my bling-bling-bling That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought that bling-bling-bling That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] You can catch me run inside, nigga, doin' my thing 'Cause what I write with my pen got me next to Don King I'm blowin' H2O in a H2 With a project chick named Rachel I got rocks on my neck with a big-ass piece And come through in a Lex with Claudette Ortiz With no roof on the top, that's my Sunday car In the Hummer lookin' hot, that's my Monday car I got a stable of hoes, now I'm a P-I-M-P And saw your bitches on a Amtrak with grams of D We got beams on the gat, we detail our weapons And the way that I rap, we e-mail assessors Niggas hear what I spit and wonder how I write it G-Unit gon' win, we on automatic pilot [Chorus: 50 Cent] I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought my bling-bling-bling That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought that bling-bling-bling That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Ménage à trois, I got these dykes wet Off of blue E pills with the knife checks I'm still blowin green in the PJs Laid out in the cut readin' screenplays, nigga be easy Don't talk greasy, the rap game needs me I'm spittin' sixteen, you gettin' charged, fuck a freebie Y'all niggas in court spillin' the beans About the kid from New York that be killin' the fiends I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler I got two maids, but fuck it, I need a butler [Chorus: 50 Cent] I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought my bling-bling-bling That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick I hustled then I got that ching-ching-ching Then I bought that bling-bling-bling That's how I got your fuckin' bitch on my dick [Outro: 50 Cent] Bitch Can't forget, Rewind, DVD Magazine Can the drummer have some?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Come And Get You[Chorus] Don't make me come and get ya boy The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy Them hollow tips will split ya boy So don't make come and get ya boy [Verse] Yeah flow slow, eye's low from the dro, push the glow Pimp the hoes, throw them balls fancy cars, designer clothes Gold coupe, new Vogues, big diamonds, white gold You're fucking with a psycho, i write but you like though Full clip, don't trip, Blood/Crip Gangster shit Westside, Eastside, riders ride, cowards die Cold world keep the heat with me when I'm in the street Cos when you're starving, where I'm from, niggas learn to kill and eat Ecstasy, Crystal meth, Marijuana, Cocaine Man i got your drug of choice, here's a bundle or have a weight Sniff or shoot G-Unit moves snorkels and thermos My clientele is superior when will you learn, yo? [Chorus] Don't make me come and get ya boy The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy Them hollow tips will split ya boy So don't make come and get ya boy [Outro] Can't stop it, i am unstoppable! Yeah! I'm changing my name man Don't call me 50 Cent no more Call me 50 Interscope Cent, Curtis Interscope Jackson I'm runnin' this mothefucker! HahahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Confessions[Produced by Trackmasters] [Intro] Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom, Sabrina Jackson God bless her soul We gon' get it on in here; nothing but real shit [Verse 1] Yo, shorty ain't a shorty no more; shorty be wil'ing Shorty adolescent ass belong on the island I went from riding big wheels to wanting to be a big Willy Found interest in drug dealers and cold-hearted killers Could it be it's in my blood cause my mom sold drugs? She used to bust slugs and surround herself by thugs Made mistakes by showing them love And they killed her Some friends never came to pay respects, so fuck Hilda You know how friends do friends - like Tony did Manolo The type of fast shit that Henry did in Good Fellas Some snakes don't show up to weights cause they backs is yellow When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the team See, niggas feared Prince and respected 'Preme For all you slow muthafuckers, I'mma break it down iller See, 'Preme was a business man - you guess who the killer Remember? He used to push the bulletproof BM (uh huh) His hair'll get you seasick; I sat back and peeped shit They roll with E-Z Wider, and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects working for fifty or five hundred What about bug, who trade and them niggas had cheese? In the late 80s push Mercedes And Maseratis, kept reserved spaces at the horse races Where they met Columbian connections like Lucho and Mariella Then bookoo bucks on the horses; they used to cook and flip bricks Faster than the jet flip flap jack and pack gats Niggas said Ds was dipping, burned his face with acid 'Til this day, they would say the mothefucker's gasted [Hook] It's my confession; I make corrections; I strive for perfection I try to be the best in, whatever I do; I'm telling you This is my confession; I'm teaching niggas a lesson Cause they can't do, what I do; here's my confession [Verse 2] Yo, a lot of New York blocks are only bringing pennies in I stand beef - too many cheaps; too little fucking Indians Too many sips of the brew will make you do what we do Play with insecurities, until we start fussing and cussing Frustration builds - few lose, and fist fights leave niggas busting Not only do we have to look out and avoid encounters with Jake Gotta look out and avoid encounters with snakes Niggas who fake and play both sides of the gate I squeeze Boyz II Men for they cheese like Michael Bivins Slip with half a big nigga cap like Robert Givens Coming up I heard sipping too much booze will leave you confused And if you watch the news, you'll see some players in this game and lose Niggas think they together; they ain't together at all Stand on the block together, but divided they fall A lot of niggas locked down and ain't got nobody to call And a player ain't the same player when he can't ball [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me - the type that keep the bricks flipping Jewels dripping, the margarita sipping - description Nappy blowouts shaped up, brown-skinned And ask the hood rats about my dick; the chickens recommend it I make statements like "Try me if you want" Presentation: cool and calm - words as if I'm daring ya Usually roll with a 2 shot .25 derringer I'm not an actor; my life's not a movie I never worked with the Fugees I'm not killing you softly; pack a small gat just to back you up off me But later when things simmer and all sin ceases My peoples will see to it that you rest in peace in pieces Kill or be killed - it's what the hood teaches Never go to church so the preachers can't reach us And if we do, it's only on Easter [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Got Me a Bottle[Hook] We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do Long as I can spend the whole night with you Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle) Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle) Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle) Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle) Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle) Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle) E&J sippin' (got me a bottle) Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle) [Lloyd Banks] I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi Wit' a model at a party I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag Your performance will determine the price See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah [Hook] [50 Cent] I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas That ain't got a care in the world I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin' New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin' Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin' I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man If I smack you in your face you get funny man Ha ha [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Short Stay{*set to the "If I Could Go" instrumental by Angie Martinez*} [50 Cent] Yeah... She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it She want me to want it, she want to climb up on it Smile, ha ha... {yeah, Lloyd Banks} (ha ha ha...) 50 Cent (yeah...) {*SHADYVILLE~!*} [Lloyd Banks] Mami we can, creep through the ghetto wit'cha, feet in stilletos Hit the, club and party as long as you sneak in the metal (YEAH~!) Or we can head to the house, from the house it's the floor From the, floor to the couch, from the, couch to the door (WOO!) Then it's, out to the store or, out to the mall Watchin, out for the law, cause of this pouch full of raw I don't care how much you love her don't, vouch for the whore Cause the first chance she get I'm in her mouth on the tour (WHAT?) I'm lovin the ladies, with no husbands or babies Since little I've been active, lost dozens of babies (C'MON!) Gettin a hummer stuntin, in your cousin Mercedes Or roll up on you dumpin, pourin guns at your 80's (WHAT~?!) You the man on your block? I'm the talk of the town That's probably why they wanna see me in chalk in the ground But you can find me on the corner with a pack of marijuana Middle finger to haters nigga you fuckin with the greatest [Chorus: 50 Cent] Yes, I wanna go, to a mo-tel Just for fo' hours, only short stay We don't have to go, far far away To have some fun, try things my way Bitch grab your bag, get in the Escalade Put the seat back, we're onnn our way There's no games to play, nothin else to say Listen to your man, you'll like things my way [Lloyd Banks] You make me wanna, rest in the tower make a, mess in her flowers How 'bout, sex in the shower or, neck for an hour (AOWWWW~!) You got a ring on your finger even, one in your nose Squeezin some on your toes, runnin your tongue like lobes Ohh remember spin the bottle? You coulda been a model While you begin to swallow, niggas in Timbs tomorrow No love, no hoes, no paper Nah no ice, no Mo', there's no acre Your bitch look good I'ma take her Won't have to fight to make her the first - {*abruptly ends*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wanna Lick[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent] You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!) Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!) When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!) Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!) Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!) I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!) But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Tonight's the night shorty you'll never forget this I dim the lights, I get it right I'm like a pimp sick Down on the bed, I make the clothes disappear quick I see through her (?) La Perla pretty clear kid I'm turned on now I really wanna hit, kiss Her neck and nibble 'til I'm way down on her waist kid Man she's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off When she come in with a friend I'm like "Take it off!" I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah I'm rich bitch That don't mean I'm runnin' 'round buyin' chicks shit You see the chrome doubt be shinin' on my new six My pinky ring, my neck, my ears and my wrist lit I like the ice I'm pretty nice on the dice trip Twice in a row you know, I got to get the dough My confidence is high, I know I could hit a lick My g's pretty good, I know I could get the bitch [Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent] You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!) Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!) When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!) Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!) Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!) I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!) But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] I'll be your wife, I'll be your girl, I'll be your mistress But if you ain't spendin' that dough your gettin' dismissed That mean you gotta keep me laced like a seamstress You can't expect nothin' less from the Queen Bitch My doggy style make you wanna jump on that (BO!) Just like a dog on that chase for the kitty kat (BO!) Man he's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off (BO!) He pour the honey on me, and then he clean me off (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) I take his breath away, Kim leave 'em speechless I'm so wet, I'll have a nigga feelin' sea sick He in the streets all day but it's alright 'Cause he'll be back tonight, and then the next night And then the next night, because the sex tight I'll be his Advil, I gotta keep his head right He outta town and he fiendin' for me every night He's so addicted sendin' for me on the next flight [Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent] You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!) Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!) When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!) Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!) Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!) I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!) But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!) Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!) When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!) Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!) Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!) I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!) But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Turn The Lights On[Intro: 50 Cent] Say man, we don't need much to come to the freak show (SMS Audio) Come to the freak show [Hook: 50 Cent] Fuck that, leave the lights on Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on (Can't see shit) leave the lights on Girl, I can't see shit, leave the lights on Girl, leave the lights on 68-69, leave the lights on Damn, leave the lights on Zip down my zipper and play with the python [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Girl, I make the bed rock like I'm on a yacht Shit, citation, think quick, lick my cock, baby Time's money, check my Tourbillon Movement. I'm rich bitch, I say 'move', you get to moving I'm a Bently Mulsanne type nigga, I'm crusing Looking ain't hard to tell who's winning, who's loosing Got a penthouse around my wrist, I'm flashing out Condo' around my neck, I'm cashing out I'm nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get I got whips for days, I got kick for days Louis, Hermes, [?] Jimmy Choo's Ferragamo, Dolce Gabanna, red-bottom Loub's Plus I got the Prada collection I might leave my socks on sex, and old habits and old habits Baby, show me what you know Let the freak in you come out on the low [Hook: 50 Cent] 68-69 all the time, shorty You can be a freak for me Come and be a freak for me Baby, I can lick yours, lick mine Shorty, you can be a freak for me Come and be a freak tonight This kid right, leave the lights on I can't see shit, leave the lights on Damn, leave the lights on Zip down my zipper and play with the python [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Girl, I´m not into all that S&M shit The leather spikes not for me but you can get your ass whiped Limited time, skip the foreplay I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way Hope the head games's good, she looking exotic Seven hour flight, she already 'rotic London, Paris, France, Japan Talk to me while we fuck, girl, I can't understand Let's get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning Start the next round, lick from my neck down So she did do, felatio correct. Wow! I'll play "monkey see, monkey do" So everything you do to me I'll do to you It tickles but I can't quite hear What the fuck she trynna say with her tongue stuck in my ear? [Hook: 50 Cent] 68-69 all the time, shorty You can be a freak for me Come and be a freak for me Baby, I can lick yours, lick mine Shorty, you can be a freak for me Come and be a freak tonight This kid right, leave the lights on I can't see shit, leave the lights on Damn, leave the lights on Zip down my zipper and play with the python [Outro: 50 Cent (speaking)] Hey, girl, I know you want me, (No?) Well why the hell wouldn't you want me? (Damn) Shorty now push up on me Zip down my zipper, play with the python You gon' be just be like that? You so insensitive, hurt my feelings I mean from the bottom of my heart I love youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In Da Club (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent] Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shorty, it's your birthday We gonna party like it's your birthday And we gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know We don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday [Chorus: 50 Cent] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed [Verse 1: 50 Cent] When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Huh-uh) When I roll twenty deep it's twenty knives in the club (Yeah!) Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck (Whoo!) Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: Hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! (Roll that!) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight) In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot." (Huh-uh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah!) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Huh-uh) I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Whoo!) Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Huh-uh) Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go (Okay!) [Chorus: 50 Cent] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed) [Bridge: 50 Cent] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't Changed (Yeah!) [Verse 2: Scarlett] Loving it, smoking my Cronic This bitch so hypnotic, Manola on me Walk across to the dance floor, proceeded to dance on Had on a miniskirt, but I wish I had pants on I'm kinda tipsy, searching for gangsters Niggas in here, they look like lawyers and bankers This 1 guy aproached, he had a chain with an anker Said he bust slugs, na boy, you a wanksta All in my face, telling me how he trill Well I'm holding my own nigga, so you ain't saying shit Scarlett OHarlem, yeah that's me With the red sweats, G-Unit across my body [Chorus: 50 Cent] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Swag Level[Intro] My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is that mean? First it was the Glock going hand to hand Then I got to moving the gram by gram Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt One by one, I knocks them out [Verse 1] I get that paper nigga, I get that paper Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you Gem star will scratch you, you're not on my stature, you’re just a rapper In fact, you’re a regular rapper Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping Like go on to my niggas, get the mossberg pumping I blow bread nigga, heavy bread It was rip to big now heavy dead Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something… [Chorus] My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is that mean? Find More lyrics at My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread [Verse 2] And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day I’m from NY, but I fuck with HB When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on What up Blood, don’t get it fucked up A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up Out of habit, I got bad habits Semi autos, and fully automatics Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit I been doing this I don’t need practice I been doing this I don’t need practice [Chorus] My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is that mean? My swag on ten I gets the green People always saying what the hell is that mean? I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread I get, I gets the bread, I blow, I blows the breadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Paper (I Get It)[50 Cent] Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck Bitch nigga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don’t give a fuck I’m so grimey They can’t blind me The paper I get it The paper I get it What the fuck nigga I rock Like I got that style that’ll keep me forever on top Bitch, my drop top, make niggas feel like theres something wrong with there hustle I’m eating, I suggest you niggas try this Scrap the plate move the weight I got the itis I’m sick, I’m addicted to the gold You take a hit of how this feel you want more Sorta like what crack did to boogie and New Jack Wassup when I crossover, there ain't no coming back Take a hit of this, this is what I’ve been cooking Perfect product, customer good looking This trip, this flip, I’ma get the count right Do my numbers man, why your baker count light Thta work you put out, that was stepped on My shit raw dope, pure heron [Hook] Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck Bitch nigga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don’t give a fuck I’m so grimey They can’t blind me The paper I get it The paper I get it [50 Cent - Verse 2] Here it is nigga, 1000 grams of uncut Take it off consignment, fuck up and you’re f-cked This is certified hood shit, ghetto gold good shit Sniff a line of this, take a pull of that This a fact, either which way you hiding that I’ve been here before, it’s so familiar Bag up, fill up the paraphernalia I wanna win so bad, nigga I wanna kill ya Get in the way, this six spray, I’m bad news Denzel when the trumpet blow, more better blues It’s psychotic, my flows are narcotic Tll me how you want it, my nigga I got it For days, My money give me goose bumps My pockets swollen, two lumps Count it all, 10c no cent a dime You know me, you know I got a hell of a grind [Hook] There's nothing to it I can smell hater You know what this is G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G G-Unit This is therapy for me man I just gotta focus on my art. I’m an artist You can appreciate it Like you appreciate a Picasso Or an Andy Warhol, you should love me When you look at me You should say this is fresh This is abstract This is a work of art This is 50 Til next time, G-G-G-G-G-unitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Funny How Time Flies[Intro: 50 Cent] I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah yeah I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah I know what she like, I know what she want, yeah yeah I know what she like, I know what she want [Verse 1: 50 Cent] My bitch just like me so I know she wan' stunt A taste of the good life, yeah, I know what she want A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar (woo!) Call us hood, it's all good, that's what we are (YEAH!) Find an exotic space to visit, chinchilla, gator-lizid That's how a nigga gets it when I'm on my shizzit Bright lights, city life, a nigga so flashy Have you like "Damn! That Ferrari flew past me!" So fast a nigga don't know limits Had a bad bitch in it, I can see it wasn't tinted Get the money then spend it (yeah), break rules or bend it (yeah) To my liking, I move like a viking (AOWW!) A warrior, I shouldn't mean more to you I'm the American dream, one man regime (uh huh) Shorty love me like she love new shoes Insecure, so she investigate me like the Feds, ooh [Chorus: Intro sample (50 Cent)] Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny) It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny) Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny) It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] They can smile, they can frown, they can love it, they can hate it They can wish bad shit on us, it's cool, we made it Look at me to see the Lord's blessings while they stressing Switch whips, push the Bugatti through the recession (woo!) It's just me and you, I can see it clear Police coming, I need you to stash this pistol here It's all hood, you hesitate they'll put our life on pause (uh huh) It's a common wealth state, baby, they make up laws Fuck CMB, it's you and me, baby, we all we got I say we gon' make it, they saying we not (uh huh) Yeah, but they don't know I'm meant for you, they don't know how you're into me They don't know shit about how we bond mentally (AOWW!) Their relationships are oh so basic They can't understand how we do and how we say shit So blunt, don't front, I got you open It's the original G shit, you know how we get, duck down! [Chorus: Intro sample (50 Cent)] Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny) It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny) Funny how time flies (it's funny how time flies) when you're making love (it's funny, it's funny) It goes on and on and on (it's funny, it's funny), we just can't go wrong (it's funny, it's funny) [Interlude: 50 Cent] 50... You already know what it's about from there, man Let's get it... I get the bread, man Watch what I do now I'ma start taking over construction, gon' start rebuilding the city Come back, man, 40 projects, nigga Family day, you already know what that's about, man It's gon' be crazy, everybody gon' be there And the rest of y'all niggas that don't show up, ain't nobody anyway Ha ha ha ha.... YO! I promise you, man You ain't never gon' see another nigga like me, man So you should celebrate me now, 'cause time flies, man And before you know it, I'll be gone, it's 50... [Chorus: Intro sample] Funny how time flies when you're making love It goes on and on and on, we just can't go wrong Funny how time flies when you're making love It goes on and on and on, we just can't go wrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Suicide Watch[Dialing] [Phone rings] [Intro: Puff Daddy sample] Hello? Oh shit, nigga, oh shit What the fuck is going on? [Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)] (When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (yeah) (Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion (yeah) (When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (uh huh) (Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Some niggas is broke, trying to be on some don shit Me? I'm a grunt, comfortable in that conflict Go 'head nigga stunt, it's cool 'til I get on it You can keep the blunt, but that chain, nigga, we want it Call it a jux or whatever you wanna call it Call the police and get hit with a clip for it You know how I move, that semi here on my waistline Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga, I take mine I run in your crack house, MAC out, screaming "Go 'head make me" Duct-tape you, the fiends and that snotty nose baby Calm down and cooperate 'fore I hit you With some shit that doc'll operate for hours you coward [Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)] (When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion (When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I tried to keep it cool these hobby niggas make me violent I split your fucking head, yeah, that would stop your ass from whining Baby, I'm delusional, distorted, no defying You think you can play me? Pussy, go 'head, nigga, try it I fell I broke my arm, I felt pain when I was six They kill mommy at it, by 12 I was selling knicks See me I'm a survivor, I tell a nigga suck a dick And niggas know I'm strapped so they ain't saying shit Me? I'm a party pooper, I be fucking up the fun These niggas wanna stunt, I wanna get at 'em with my gun Since a little nigga, I been on the same shit Don't act like something new when you see niggas getting hit (What up, BIG?) [Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)] (When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) uh huh I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (whaat?) (Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion (When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion [Bridge: 50 Cent] I'm Notoriousssss! Biggie ain't around, now you need me, alright? I'm Notoriousssss! You can chill with 'Pac, nigga, in your next life I'm Notoriousssss! [Outro: 50 Cent] It's 50, nigga, I'm back mashed, what's up? Man, this shit getting ready to change, man, telling you, mane Motherfucking gangstas can't do the skanky leg What's next, mane? You gon' be dropping it low like a stripper? Oh, shit I'm trying to fit in and I can't fit in, damn, I'M BACK, BABY!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Whoo Kid[50 Cent talking] [Hook] You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine [50 Cent] I got a M1 in my hand, I'm finna start killin' shit I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest? My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail Whether it's two G's or twenty G's Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls I'm not that nigga that you striptease for You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call Cause I'm out like a pimp than a trick, bitch! [Hook] You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine [50 Cent talks till end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dreaming[Intro: 50 Cent (Christopher Williams)] (Don't wake me, I'm dreaming) This feels like a dream, yeah (Don't wake me, I'm dreaming) haha [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm dreaming big, real big, I got big dreams I'll kill 'em this year, I got big schemes It's bigger than coke, it's bigger than dope My marijuana mentality went up in smoke I go hard, so hard there ain't nothing harder (yeeeahhh) Poor or rich, my nigga, I hustle regardless 'Til I die and touch the sky I'll be trying to get my piece of the pie Shoot me or love me or hate me or leave me alone (c'mon) The jealousy's growing 'cause I'm in the zone (yeah) The underground king, I'm on the throne 'Cause niggas just ain't on the shit that I'm on What I've been through shift my mental It sounds like murder on the instrumental (yeah) I tend to spaz, I went through cash So fast got to get me some more [Verse 2: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (man!) Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete If I'm dreaming then leave me alone (feels like New Jack City, ha ha) Turn off the lights and unplug the phone I can't get over the fact that I'm with you (ha ha) Now that I have you I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do) Girl, if I'm dreaming I'm dreaming 'bout you (that's fo' sure) About the things that I'd like to do (wo-wo-woo!) [Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (don't wake me girl) Girl, don't wake me (ha ha) Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (this feels too good man) Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you [Verse 3: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (let me dream man) Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete If I'm dreaming just leave me alone (leave me alone) Turn off the lights and unplug the phone I've been waiting for such a long time (I need you, girl) For you to say that you would be mine (come on) Now that you're here, here by my side (yeah) I can't control the way that I feel inside (I can't believe it) [Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (it feels like a dream) Girl, don't wake me Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (ha ha) Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you [Bridge: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] If I'm dreaming just let me sleep (don't wake me up) Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete (come on, baby, I'm) If I'm dreaming just leave me alone (leave me alone) Turn off the lights and unplug the phone [Verse 4: Unknown Rapper (50 Cent)] Don't wake me up 'cause Clean Cut's dreaming (yeah) In a deep sleep my mind keeps scheming (come on) I heard she had a man, I said ''so what?'' She be looking sweeter than a honey (?) donut And I wanna taste her, straight, no chaser We can do this now if not then maybe later (uh huh) Front to back, in fact I keep her screaming For you I'm fiending, girl, you got me dreaming (This year make me wan' do the wop, man) [Bridge: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] If I'm dreaming about you, let's make this dream come true (You can make it come true) If I'm dreaming about you, let's make this dream of love come true (AOWW!) [Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (ha ha) Girl, don't wake me (you should love me, man) Don't wake me, I'm dreaming Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you (come on) [Outro: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep Don't wake me up 'till my dream is complete ('til my dream's complete) If I'm dreaming then leave me alone (leave me alone) Turn off the lights and unplug the phone If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (it was not me, man) Don't wake me up 'till my dream is complete (It was the educated brother from the bank.. oh my God!) This dream is just, just you and me (I'm dreaming) Come here, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 50 Cent’s TattoosBack: Southside 50 G-Unit Neck: Beau Stomach: Love & Hate Right Arm: Marquise Ax Left Arm: Shield Right Forearm: Angel Left Forearm: Cross Right Hand: G-UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy G-Unit / U.T.P.[Male voice talking] Right now with the situation gettin' better So I'm doin' you things, holla [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt [50 Cent] Now piece by piece we put it all together Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never I'm wild as ever, foul as ever Reap whatever, whatever, whatever They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker Grimy ass New Yorker Come cut ya, gum butcher, lay your ass out If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah) Let's get this money man, them hoes come with the paper I'm done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows Shit I didn't have to say that, ya'll already know [Hook] - 2X From New York to New Orleans A problem, holla at me My niggas comin' to see If everythin' is alright Ya'll niggas can blow some trees Have coke and some Hennessey My niggas from U.T.P Everythin' is alright [Young Buck] For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike In the summertime the white Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike sign (woo) Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed Shakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beat Fuckin' with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin' Lettin' New York know these U niggas ain't stuntin' Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that After these messages we'll be right back Take off your necklace huh, because this tech will hit a Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga After you finish your collard greens and cornbread Get you a Glock, and come around here where my mom stayin' [Hook] [Skip] From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em down When you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you down You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin'? In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin' What us speed with V8, them cops then heated They locked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin' But he'll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't? Well come to find out, my homey found somethin' But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin' Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped 'em Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em [Hook] [Male voice talking] We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha... Haha, can't forget, Teamwork Music, hahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Liar Liar[Hook] Baby when I told you, you're the only one I like I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight And baby when I told you, you're the sunshine of my life I meant to say, shawty I ain't no trick, bitch please I ain't buying you shit [Verse 1] When I told you I like you for everything you are I meant I like the way your titties sit up in your bra Everything I said in your ear by the bar Was just to get you in the back seat of my car You're an inspiring actress, girl you could go far If you knew who I knew, baby you would be a star But when I told you, you had sexy lips I meant to say I bet you suck a good dick And when I said I was feeling ya hips I meant to say, I bet she like it like a dog and shit So tell me doc, am I really sick? When bitches find out how I think, they say I ain't shit When I say I love it, I mean I like it a lot I say I wanna fuck, I mean right on the spot I say it's my pussy, but bitch you know it's yours You say it's your dick, okay then lick on the balls [Hook] Baby when I told you, you're the only one I like I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight And baby when I told you, you're the sunshine of my life I meant to say, shawty I ain't no trick, bitch please I ain't buying you shit [Verse 2] When I said I miss you, I mean I ain't hit in a while I was thinking I come over, I'm thinking I can knock you down When I said just kiss it, I mean come on just suck me off I said I'll take you shopping, I meant I'll drive you to the mall I wanna keep in touch, you know I hardly ever call I'm doing big things, but I like my money short You lookin' good baby, I complement you on your clothes I mean them jeans ya wearing, I can't wait to take 'em off I bet I get ya hot, I mean hotter than a stove I'll be ya freak, ya freak, yeah I'll lick ya I suppose I mean from your neck, all the way down to your toes I won't miss a spot, I'm good at this, lord knows Now here I go again, I mean I wanna get it on I say anything, I'm a horny little dawg Put ya legs back, and hop on you like a frog Get religious quick, have you saying my god [Hook x2] Baby when I told you, you're the only one I like I meant to say, I really wanna fuck tonight, I really wanna fuck tonight And baby when I told you, you're the sunshine of my life I meant to say, shawty I ain't no trick, bitch please I ain't buying you shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In Cold Blood (Remix)[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Wise came home Far Rock edge, man; I figured I'd drop in (WHOOOO!) Bless him with a lil' short change to go shoppin'! (YEAH!) Buzzer don't work! - Elevator shitty staircase pissy His sister ran out huggin' on a nigga, she missed me! (what?) Momma living room, she sipped Cristy till she was pissy! (whoooo!) Told 'em niggas tried to blaze me last night but they missed me In the CL, some niggas wet the driver side door, (uh-huuuh!) I had my vest on. - I put the fuckin\' pedal to the floor! (AAAAAHHHH!) Her son facin' her - for a less or tens, he hurtin' They be hollerin' like: "50, let us put some work in!" Today's a nice day if tonight's a nice night, - somebody gon' die It is what it is my nigga; why ask why?! See? I stay with some s*it in the street But the niggas Uptown love me like they love Pistol Pete. - You heard me? [Interlude: 50 Cent] Haha, haha! BRAAAAAAAAAAAAATT! Y'all n*ggas eat that, n*gga! Live with that! [Verse 2: Scarface] I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana Cops rollin up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna Pistol-grippin, insurin won't nobody run up on us But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em I ain't playin no games, I'm on a mission fo' the change Motherfuck bein a lame, I'm ten toes in the game - deep I can't slip, this whole world want me sleep See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak And playin for keeps, cause see, it's a thin red line Between a nigga gettin his, and me gettin mine And plus I'm a nigga with that feelin like it's my time And anybody standin in the way of that is dyin I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you? I ain't the one, be pushin buttons in the sight of my gun I'm the real live version of the Corleone family So I spit this clearly, so you hoes'll understand me.. [Verse 3: Lloyd Bank$ {50 Cent}:] I had my eyes on the Mascara, - mami, the Maybelline queen; Dolce Gabana, Fergano gettin' choked in the sauna. [explosion] She had a - dot on her face like Madonna, (Madonna!) dressed like she date a designer. (designer!) Looks so good, I spent a day with her mama. {whoooo!} Tried to break her, bring her, beat her, eat a plate of lasagna, {uh-huuuuh!} Grab some paper, bring the heater in case it's haters behind her. {AAAAHH!} They call me "Bandana Bank$", baby, I clap your homie, homie Then I'm through with her, - go holla at Macaroni Tony, {TONY YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYO!} In the back with a few cup of Henny, baggy pants to tuck the semi In case you get to fuckin\' friendly. - My clique as tough as any! {any!} Stuntin' plenty, I don't trick a penny; {haha!} get your own shit! Callin' me with questions will only get you a phone click. - ! (!) [Hook: Scarface] I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold-blooded nigga Bank robber (ooooh) I'm a natural born killer Drug dealer, anything it took to survive Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangstaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tony Yayo Explosion[50 Cent] Yeah, F-50 [Chorus - 50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah) But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye [Verse 1 - Tony Yayo] 740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh) Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah) See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo) Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh) Or 1 to 3, for an extra G RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome 9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah) You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh) But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye) As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye [Verse 2 - Tony Yayo] I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh) These chips, make relationships come to an end (what) I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh) And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon) 250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate) Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate) You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh) I do you dirty like Bishop did Raheem in "Juice" (Juice) Allow myself, to introduce myself This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp) And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah) And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one Never gotta borrow a handgun Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah) Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo) Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh) And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what) Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick) Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh) The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged) Don't be surprised, If I spit at you Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes" I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts WHAT!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Things We Do[Intro: 50 Cent] I don't wanna hear no complaining 'Cause you niggas already know how I get man You niggas cannot punk 'round here What the fuck, you think it's different 'cause it's music? Nah, man, fuck that, man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Close your eyes - see the shooters, see the money in the bag See the D's in the unmarked on a nigga ass See 62 on the plate when niggas bag up Scrape the plate my nigga, everything add up I'm hungry, like I been missing a meal Back writing like I need me a deal, I'll show you the steel It's a jux, nigga, feel the chill Up your spine, I'm a menace for real, I blast to kill Leave your brains on the dash and wheel Mix the kush with the hash and chill, let's talk bread Them niggas in the way of the money, let's shoot ahead The rest of them suckers'll scattered, they don't matter I'm trying to get my head right, I'm buggy like my head lights Big Benz, big friends, bitch get in I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game We used to be the same, now we not alike mane, c'mon [Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)] The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) The thiiiings you dooooooooo... (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I like my bitches fast just like the Porsches Switch gears, riding like 500 horses You're now rocking with the boss of the bosses My wrist glist so sick, I leave a nigga nauseous That's the Hublot, what's that you got? I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day Follow my footsteps, you know I move proper So what you got a chopper? Nigga, I got a chopper Mines ain't got no wheels, what's the deal? Propellers propel, I'm on the top of New York Top of the food chain, nigga, talking my talk Success is my addiction, you should take a hit of this {HAHA!} I'm down for the friction, you start it I'll finish it Victim? Pick 'em - knife work, stick 'em Chrome Colt, pop 'em - hollow tip, drop 'em It won't be long 'fore you're going dying now, watch 'em (Come on! Come on!) [Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)] The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) The thiiiings you dooooooooo... (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, after the drought it's the flood It's strategic, man, I planned it Now follow my footsteps, you know I move proper Let me inspire you, let me make you wanna win Let's take it to the top, baby I wanna say something to make you hungry Don't let nobody fuck up your vibe, man Coming in with that negative bullshit, we don't wanna hear it How they gon' stop a hustler from hustling? Man, 'til next time, 50EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bitch What U Know About[50 Cent:] yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about? [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Big money, big things Big wrist watch, big diamond rings My niggas love when the club be off the chain Ya'll front they'll make you niggas take of them chains You can run 'til the hollow tips hit ya frame Hang on for ya life mayne A little candy paint, a little bit of chrome Some woodgrain a nigga money long Call shots in this bitch like a boss should What the fuck I want in your hood? I cruise through ya strip ridin' real slow I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though Said I cruise through ya strip ridin' real slow I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about? [Verse 2: Young Buck] Keep my name out ya mouth Before them AK shells come straight in ya house Won't stop 'til ya whole block layin' hit 'em all up buck buck then we out Fuck where you from nigga fuck what you 'bout We can get it poppin' Bodies start droppin' Feds start watchin' Niggas start talkin' Death is knockin' At your front door Niggas really don't want war Talkin' and walkin' You'll meet your coffin Ain't no stoppin' When the Glock get to poppin' Bitch niggas runnin', screamin' and hollerin' Want to see what its like when you get shot? Want to get jacked for ya iced out watch? My tour bus filled up with guns I ain't tryin' to go out like Big and Pac [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about? [Verse 3: Spider Loc] Check ya ho Check ya dough Hate the game, but respect it though Cock and blow Let that go Otherwise the Tec will blow In other words ya neck will know What it feels to have a exit hole Them guns will make a nigga dumb turn him into a vegetable I ruined mines Doin' lines My little niggas usin' nines Spittin' rhymes But I flip a bird Feelin' like i'm losin' time Got to get it all I'm with it all Been there, done, and did it all And what I saw was niggas fall Once the young whore get the call [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about? Bitch what you know about? Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hoes Nigga what you know about? Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Run NY[Chorus: 50 Cent] The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I wake up, stare at the ceilin' I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin' I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers It's a habit I'm always prepared for war See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick" Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip" It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong With a little tre douche is like pop, pop Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot) [Chorus - 50 Cent] I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York And I stay gettin cheese lil' nigga, cos I run New York (Yayo, tell 'em I run New York) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster LOX made more money than them thin tiny suits The game around south, drugs and rappin Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk I had Ja Rule buried in some high heel punk Vested up in a bullet-proof, man fuck that Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch Yo, I slip cocaine, in your project lobby And beat you wit my pistol like Caine did Chauncey It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O My whole clique, gotto,my Os on the fly hole C4s, we fly on linz And my rocks lookin like, Flex likes yo' benz [Chorus - 50 Cent] When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York When I'm in VA I tell niggas guess what, I run New York I'm in NC niggas holla at the moon, cos I run New York (Yayo tell 'em I run New York) [Outro: 50 Cent] Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell Me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the Nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga Still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggas know you ain't Shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that Shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggas I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set Up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Power of the Dollar)[50 Cent] Change muthafuckas Yeah, and understand that, understand the whole world revolves around change See a lot of you need to get the out your heart Open your eyes to a lifestyle some of us are just born into You see in this world there's only two kinda people: Winners and losers You a winner 50? You mu-fuckin' right I'm a winner, what about you? You damn straight I'm a winner And let me you tell you som' You know at the end of the day It ain't about how many cars you got (it ain't) Or-or-or how much ice you rock (that's not what it's about) It ain't about that shit It's about how to fuckin' feed yo' family That's what this shit is about Understand that, simple minded muthafuckas Y'all busy gettin' pimped It's about feedin' yo' family (that's what it's about) Alright, think about that shit While you recoup your record deal [50 Cent] Yeah, think about that son Cause you livin' on the strength of the next nigga anyway aight Just be easy, doo' I'mma let you live Just chill, aight Let me get mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When I Pop The Trunk[Produced by !llmind] [Intro] Nigga no wait, no pine box, no funeral Just 9 shots, take Pac 5, plus Big 4 You got 50, I love war [Hook 1x]: Who wanna box, with my ox You wanna thump, I wanna dump It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]: I think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops Fuck the police, better talk to Allah arc Nigga you bleeding bad, yeah, you bleeding bad Your Rolex soaked, like the kotex You know next, it's gonna get dark Where the cops when you fucking need them? That blood filling your lungs boy, I see you weezin' The harder you tryna run, the more you leakin' You could have found something better to do this weekend I got an arsenal, poison tips in my archery Battery acid, I burn your face off properly Guns ammo, knife Rambo Nightmare, wake up I'm right there You're hellbound, hell yeah! [Hook 2x]: Who wanna box, with my ox You wanna thump, I wanna dump It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [Verse 2 - Kidd Kidd]: Rider.. Gang! Haaaaa! Talk that shit now, I love it when you frontin´ Eating all that pussy, guess cat got your tongue Open up your mouth when say it to the pump Buckshot come out the back of your neck like razor bumps I'm too small to fight you can swing all you want I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once (haaa!) This a sad scene, at least you die happy Next lick eater, it look like you was smiling at me Damn Kidd Kidd, snuck me after he just dap me Tell a nigga I'm grimy, bitch I'm from Mays am street (?) If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me I sprint like athletes in a track meet [Hook 2x]: Who wanna box, with my ox You wanna thump, I wanna dump It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk It's click clack pop pop when I pop the trunkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Grew Up[Intro] Ohhhh! Ahhh! [Verse 1] So what I grew up with them niggas I ain't stuck wit them niggas We from the same hood But I don't fuck wit them niggas If shit pop off I touch one of them niggas Cut one of them niggas Poke one of them niggas Beg For Mercy number 4 "I'm so Hood" First lp 10 million sold I'm so good I thought niggas would love to see me shine But it's makin them sick To see me gettin mines Got that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti Got the Range Aston Martin and the new Ferrari If it's makin you sick To see me blow I'm sorry Dude we used to be cool But I ain't stuck wit you nigga I grew up wit you nigga But I don't fuck wit you nigga Got shot in the back Den turned around and got shot in the eye Labels 2Pac lay down and die There's a message in my music can you hear it God? The mans never gonna blow Another reason why This disease infested When I spit it any nigga can get it Punks frontin' in they rhymes That ass'll be flatlined "can't we all just get along we used to be friends?" Nah, fuck that man We used to pretend These niggas is comedians I thought I was tight funny 5 called tellin "niggas mugged me" Bet on my new surreal shit Would you bail a nigga out son If you niggas knew he was tryin to kill you And wouldn't let you hold a gun? Think about it Haha ha! [Outro] Aw man I'm havin too much fun with this rap shit man I love this shit manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully)I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers [Hook] Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor You running, I’m coming to get you boy You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya Times running out, I’ma get ya boy [Verse 1] I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile That beef I cook it, niggas I gets down Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter The hoes, that’s a whole different story Find out the baby ain’t mine, right there on Maury Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell That’s 36 o’s of love, give me kiss, give me love Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine (Tu, tu, tu) I’m on ya head with the beam So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers You’re fucking with the wrong one The strong one that God gave the gift Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it Why would you be mad, I done made it bitch [Hook: 50 Cent + Freeway] Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor You running, I’m coming to get you boy You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya Times running out, I’ma get ya boy (Get get gully, g-g-get gully Get get gully, g-g-get gully We get gully and we get money Them schemin' ass chicks can’t get shit from me) [Verse 2] Rain drops from heaven, the angels are cryin' It’s raining outside, envision my gun firin' Red and white flashes, the police coming Nigga you ain't hittin' none, why the fuck are you running I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn Where’s teh love, I don’t know but here’s the snub Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug You know it’s really not worth it To fuck with me, you’d rather tongue kiss the serpent Don’t cry we all die It’s just a matter of time Nigga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendencies inside of an emcee Fuck around I will line you Run from me, I will find you Forgot I’m nice, I will remind you [Hook: 50 Cent + Freeway] [Outro: 50 Cent] One, two, fifty coming for you Three, four, better lock ya door Five, six, grab ya crucifix Seven, eight, don’t stay up late The monsters back Yeah, I need a target So I can smash their head I’m nice!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Warned You[Intro] It hurts... G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! [Hook x2] I warned you, told you not to push me, pussy See what happens when you push me, pussy I warned you, told you not to fuck around But you never listen, so you go ahead and fuck around! [Verse] I told y'all I crush 'em, I crushed them, it’s nothing I destroy him and any motherfucker they lovin' Got my thinking cap on, now I'm sharp as a blade Don't believe me you sit there and watch me get paid New game, homie, my next move is always my best move Stricktigic, I show you motherfucker’s my chess move Believe it, I'm not that rapper nigga you used to That hammer hit that shell that hollow tip will go threw you Contact hop, smoke from the cronic got me fellin damonic Shoot one in the head for any nigga that want it I prepare for the worst and wish for the best 40 Cali on my hip, teflon on my chest It’s toughful math, niggas get blast, D’s canning it up Feel the crime scene playin' DA, mad as fuck Hit my voice 'em on the wire tap, now you can get me like that So called investigation, just was time [?] wasted You call me Palli, call me son, call me don dotta 50, I break 'em off proper! [Hook x2] I warned you, told you not to push me, pussy See what happens when you push me, pussy I warned you, told you not to fuck around But you never listen, so you go ahead and fuck around!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Paper Chaser[Intro] Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah nigga, yeah Yeah nigga [Hook] I'm a paper chaser, my Glock I'll fire it You know what it is The moment you expired, I handle my biz I make somethin' outta nothin' You fuck with the kid You bound to get shot frontin' (2x) [Verse 1] You got that big body Benz, ha You find the bitch that you want You just treat her and her friend, ha You don't fucked up that coke, ha Them niggas mad as a mothafucker They finna get you smoked, ha They outside where you rest, ha Waitin' with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest, ha It's hot you wearin' your vest, ha It's summer time and you can't even go out Nigga you stressed, ha They talkin' about you in the hood, ha They sayin' yo ass can't come around You sayin' you could, ha That bitch flip gave you the boot, ha She ain't fuckin' nigga with you Cause you ain't got no loot, ha Ain't nothin' left for you to do, ha So you back in the hood with your pistol ready to shoot, ha It won't be long before you dead, ha Niggas paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now! [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, it's my summer! Go 'head say somethin', I want you to say somethin' So I can smacke the fuckin' black off you, nigga I spit in yo face, faggot Come through there man, I can't wait, man Summer time we gon' mash out this year, nigga I got shooters, oh what I got! Ya' niggas don't want it with me now, man What the fuck, man, ya'll now where I come from They now what turf I was tourin' from Southside, nigga, ride or be rode on You know the rules! Live this summer or die this summer, babe It's real!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy (Pray 4) My DownfallChorus (4x): Pray and pray And pray for my downfall Menace, scene from the movie Clap the two, weigh the oozie Goodfella jewelry heist Diamonds in my bitch doobie I sit back, think about the cats They hate man I laugh at them Get outta line I blast at them They stay scheming Fuck around let off a clip And leave the whip leaning They dreaming I took the cream and Move to new places, new faces Fuck the screw faces, shit Cause when I flip I make the paper Dangerous, G-Unit Niggas can't bang with us It's undeniable the kid is nice The flow CPR I'll bring Biggie back to life Man, Dre say I'm loony Em say I'm moody At least I don't smoke oolies And fuck without rubbers A handful of niggas hate But the hood love us You can pray For my downfall Motherfuckers (Chorus 8x) Even if I slip I'll get back Nigga act up Hollowtips'll Tear your back up Gain 30 pounds When you die, no lie I was high when they hit me Had a few gats with me, shit Ain't get a chance to let off They shot me up and sped off Apologies in order Tamia I adore her But now they strict Cause my flow make money Flow like water Turn it up a notch Twist the dutch Zone to this, soak it up See me in the club son I'll send niggas to poke you up You know my style 40 cal With me when I move around Squeeze, catch the shell And run before your ass Hit the ground Pussy niggas shouldn't talk Keep my name out your mouth Summerjam, understand I'm the man When I leave the crowd leave Shook closer, game over Ride or get rolled over (Chorus 8x)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Part Of The Game (Extended Version)[Intro: 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez] I know heartbreaks, setbacks Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah) Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with [Verse 1: 50 Cent, Riley Rileyy Lanez & 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez] Make money, make-make, make money When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South sidе Beef with the best of 'em, donе shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah) Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh) Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head 'Fore the weather break you're dead Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah) Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah) Runnin' 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy) When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right) Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin' And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side Niggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa] I know heartbreaks, setbacks Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah) Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta) It's nothin' to play with (Ayy) [Verse 2: NLE Choppa & Riley James] It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah) Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh) Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah) We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah) As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah) Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man Not the dope man but I bring the propane He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains [Chorus: 50 Cent, Rileyy Lanez, 50 Cent & Rileyy Lanez & NLE Choppa] I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga) Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah) So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey) I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey) Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] So you over that Nigga you ain't know I don't fuck with you Until you felt the vibe (you know the vibes nigga) Felt the vibe You're not the only reason I'm movin' 'round with this heater with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy BoomerangYeah I’m back to work man I’mma do this shit til I fall apart [Hook] She boomerang, I do my thang, she come back Everytime that bitch say she leaving she come back She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] This one’s for all you niggas on lock down Really missing the bitch with the dick in her mouth Now she say "she leaving", I say "leave" Shit I need air to breath She no neccessity to me, I got game like the NBA Pro bitch, I know shit My nickname NFL, a Nigga Fucking Loaded I’m rich like them white boys out there playing hockey NHL, a Nigga Hold a Llama and I’m cocky Should I explain myself, baby I’m on that hood shit So say you wanna go, well I say go ‘head good bitch I tour PGA, that's "Pussy n Good Ass" Bitch, when your on the jet, everybody first class Shots of Tequila, Philippine cuisine, Adobo You know a nigga loco My photo on the cover of the Vibe A nigga so live, it’s GQ, XXL and Black Enterprise [Hook] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] All I wanna do is flip money and make a profit Shorty get to working my nerves, she need to stop it Special investigate son, she jumping through my phone I wanna fucking be friend this is not want I want Shit was cool til she shifted now her emotions involved I got that dick game that put bitches in pyscho ward She said she need me like she need air And it hurts because I’m acting like I don’t care I was stuck so we fuck, call it "make up sex" Call it magic, she tried to leave, she come back She gotta have it She addicted to my left stroke Nah man, my right stroke I hit the back of that thing, she hit high notes [Hook] [Outro - 50 Cent] You niggas in trouble man I woke up this morning, feeling like the old me I swear to God man Everytime I say something, it’s hot This shit just come outta me man They say I work just what I am I’m an artist, Dont waste your time being a critic Because I’m critically acclaimed muthaf-cker Around the World, I’m 1 of 1 There will never be another me I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection 50 Cent, fuck with me, G-g-g-g-g-unitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Robbery[Intro: 50 Cent] This very necessary, very legendary... 50 If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why [Hook: 50 Cent] Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw I done told ya one time, but for the last time Don't make me put ya brains on the floor [Verse: 50 Cent] This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door P, What we got? [Prodigy] 10 g's, you gotta be more These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw [Spider Loc] Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich 50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit [50 Cent] Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav [Lloyd Banks] D-tay and fox, billy and fame Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game [Hook: 50 Cent] First there's one shot, then two shots And ya laid out on the floor Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops And they view yo ass in the morgue Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right And this shit won't happen again Come stunt through my hood, like its all good And we runnin up in ya cribEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You a Killer? Cool[Verse 1] I’ll put this shit together, I’ll tear this shit apart Demolition, the architect, I’ll let you see the spark Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark Put what you thinking on the curb, nigga, mark my word If there’s a L to take it’s gon' be your loss Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off You’ve been warned, you hard nigga I’m just gon' hit you harder Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya, extended clip ya Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor The mastermind, the muscle, boy, I know how to touch you I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You a shooter it’s nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I heard it all before, I’m strapped coming at you boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor I don’t believe you when you say you tough nigga All that means is you fucked, nigga, I get the drop, I'm on ya [Verse 2] Nigga make one false move around me I say “fuck it I’m ridin'” And ain’t no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I’ll find ya I'm still goin' through my 50-niggas-everywhere-I-go phase Catch me slippin' no days, you pussy niggas no way To stop me you gon' need at least a Mack boy Shoot me with a .25 I be like “what you do that for?” That party popper ain’t gon' cut it But once you crossed the line you crossed the line, nigga, so fuck it I’m built for it, try to do the shit I do get killed for it Pints of blood spill for it, beef I’m still for it Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain’t get the memo I got cake, it’s your wake My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on [Chorus] You-you a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You a shooter it’s nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I heard it all before, I’m strapped coming at you boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor I don’t believe you when you say you tough nigga All that means is you fucked, nigga, I get the drop, I'm on yaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Clue Shit![ Intro - 50 Cent talking ] You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like Yeah, I told her I write music for a living And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent And she said "oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time" And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker See me I switch up hoopties cause niggas pay niggas to shoot me You know how it is in the hood Dead men don't hear no applause Don't men don't go off on tours Dead men don't accept no awards 50 that thought you was dead kid, kid [ Hook ] - 2X 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker Niggas thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me [ Verse 1 ] I don't hesitate to pull out the Burna nigga I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin' If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah) When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh) You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo) I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr) You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh) I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah) About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh) I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT) [ Hook ] 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh) I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back) Niggas thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga) 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh) Niggas thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me [ Outro - 50 Cent talking ] This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) 50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit) DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early) (Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent) Damn, (we both from Queens) That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin') (Hey, ya'll niggas cannot stop Queens) (WOO)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy To All My Niggas[P.Diddy] {*gunshot*} Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [Intro] (50 Cent) I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away) [Verse: B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's real [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop Watertown Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa' There's no place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch! [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy P.I.M.P Pt.2Yeah, Im back baby, you miss me? (Ha Ha)Come hear [Hook:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coupe De Ville Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later Pimpin' [Verse 1:] I em simply what you call a P.I.M.P You could never go broke when your G tight like me You Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe Get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe They say the games to be sold not told I sprinkle a lil shit in my lines it's hot tho You see tha bitches i fuck with ,you know its real I swet em to man i get em too man i stay on they heels Fuck a parkinlot everyware im at im pimpin' sunshine rain sleet or snow mane When im around niggas handcuff they dames I fuck em and send em home and they dont love me tha same See my face on MTV tha mood just change she suddinly Dosent want you touchin' her mane I had tha same affect on brods tha same befor tha fame Queen's track hustler point niggas know me mane [Hook:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later Pimpin' [Verse 2:] I can see it in her eye's she tired of tha adverge live Fuckin' with me so adjective to tha clameres live Fallow instructions baby tha sky's tha limit If you can belive suceed then achefe But first past tha weed i was born ta be a balla Niggas be hatein' on a kid i can't call it I could be everything you need tha shoulder you lean on Tha one that you talk to, tha one that you key lone If your atracktive we get to thumpin' for awile If you listen long enough ill send some humer ta make you smile Got you outta pokit now bitch go on choose a pimp Doc blew me lost my moma iv been pimpin' ever since Im a special kinda nigga girl can't you see? I talk tha way out hood on to your t.v I may change tha way of life apere so easy But you gotta be about your paper if your rollin' with me let's go [Hook:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later Pimpin' [Verse 3:] Im from a bottom from a bottom goin' ta take it to tha top! If you think we can't do it nigga watch We go to all tha way to a drop From a lil to alot put a touch up and we got it She's far from adverge She a spechil lady she'll do anything for me and that drives me crazy We get our grind on I let her blow on my dice then my luck change i hit tha h right twice Its simple its mental she down for me When theres no one around, she around for me She's my sunshine after tha pain my joy after tha rain its easy to comprehend simple and clean [Hook:] I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later I Be Pimpin'! Ridin' in My Coop Deviel Pimpin'Crome On Tha Spokes And Rims Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First Ass Later Pimpin' I be pimpin'... Purse First ass later i be pimpin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Gotta Win[Intro] Yeah, this is what you call inner city blues Now that I got you here I got your attention (I'm a winner winner) I wanna welcome you all to the winner's circle [Hook] I'm a winner winner, look I gotta win After I win I got to win over again Please don't confuse a nigga for a loser Watch me maneuver with the Ruger Look, I gotta win [Verse 1] By any means, I'm a 7 or 11 Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo, you ain't hear that from me though My occupation's operation get money Got that beam on that 9, got that money on my mind Got no patience, man, I grind like I'm running out of time See the sunshine reflect off my shine, you're blind You write hot lines like mine lines you're signed That bitch bad, her ass so fat class, she mine I'm addicted to it, me I got to win Over and over and over again This quest for the paper is never gon' end So to my competition here's the message I send [Hook] [Verse 2] Man, you ain't a shooter, you ain't a robber You talk like a mobster you fucking blogger I say some hard shit you wanna say somethin harder Smack the shit out you, you wanna run to the law, huh? This movie's a rerun, you seen this before She used a vibrator and she suck on your boy I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm hard to ignore You get addicted to the dick then have to go through withdrawls After I go through the drawers I'm back on my grizzly Back getting busy causing a frenzy It's nothing new to me, there's nothing they could do to me That ain't been done to me - this is fun for me [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sunday MorningThis is how I'm feeling right now, I mean I'm.. I'm blessed [Hook] Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning [Verse 1] I make so many mistakes, so many corrections I'm so far from perfect, so many imperfections But I'm a go getta, I get up and go get it So if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes Now you seen the dope fiend lean And you seen the pimp pimp hoes The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro Like there's no tomorrow Hit that pass that, that's the motto You know jail's like vacation for my friends They go away, come home and do the same shit again You think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuck They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck [Hook] Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning [Verse 2] I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye Shoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you die First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up And the coke price too when the D's make a bust It's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and Everything you worked for, they come to take it all Man it's like they don't know what they taking Hit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like bacon When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it Through my pain there's a piece of me in all of my music Go head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love me I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused Before we pop up on that ass with toasters Lord forgive me I'm regressing again Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins [Hook] Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morningEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Ya BoyI'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back That's four niggas riding strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all these niggas Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggas Man my homies they want do whatever I want do I say I want eat this and shit we want eat too Let's ride around find a nigga stunting on first street With the shine's on niggas be looking like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start popping some more Fuck a ski mask, man niggas know who I is I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move You coming in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the lama to get this cake Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe Oh, she don't know it, damn, okay we'll wait I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone With a gun to her head saying, "Daddy come home" You was rolling, popping bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearing you And the nine will jam, right in my hand I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed I got his homies screaming buck you need to calm down Niggas be getting killed every time you come around We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground She asking God, what my baby dunn did now? I'm taking every thang, jewelry I want it all Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall Fuck waiting we can starting waiting on tomorrow So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar The mack I have his brains all over the fucking sidewalk And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault March nigga step, right nigga lef' G-Unit soldier I'm thugging till my death mothafuckas I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mind Sex[Intro] Its 50, Yeah It's time I laid back on em Real smooth yeah [Chorus: x2] I'm not down for the mind sex I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet You can burn an in-scent Lay back and relax Feel the good vibrations After me fuck I don't a conversation [Verse 1] Pardon me love that ass lookin' right What you doin' tonight You should stop aight My body language say it all So we ain't gotta talk I got fly spot southside queens New York Now you know I wanna fuck No doubt but I wanna try a different route Don't say a word Un-button your blouse Pull that skirt down Come to my bed time to put it down [Chorus: x2] I'm not down for the mind sex I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet You can burn an in-scent Lay back and relax Feel the good vibrations After we fuck I don't a conversation [Verse 2] New princess show me your interests Wait let me guess you like my ghetto poetry Here's a little something I wrote down In case you ever came around You hear that fly shit You know it's me Position after position I'll exploit your body Like an instructor for yoga or advanced Pilates Your working up a sweat You like it how I like it? Go ahead go up and down I like it when you ride it [Chorus: x2] I'm not down for the mind sex I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet You can burn an in-scent Lay back and relax Feel the good vibrations After we fuck I don't a conversation [Outro] Motherfuckin' right I don't want no conversation Talk to a bitch try to explain to her why she should give me some boyzes and the bitch slow. First she know then she don't know if she gonna give some boyzes, she slow. So I ain't supposed to be hangin' out with no mentally retarded ho, you know shit like that, you know what I'm sayin'? It's the kid man, It's the 50 man. Come on man, I'm in Taiwan man,type A, Thailand I got the Asian hoes man, all together man. Niggas don't even believe in me man. I gotta put this shit on tape man, 4 bitches at the same time man, there's a difference when you just got 4 bitches, there just is. You or when you got 4 bitches that are just dead, really get into it, start being there for themselves, you know what I mean? I talk A bitch into anything man. You gotta listen o me man, I'm good at this man, yous don't be listenin' man. That's why you ain't got no money man. Put your hands in your pockets right now. You know why you ain't got no money? Cause you don't listen to 50. Stupid nigga, I'm tellin' ya to pay attention man. Watch me man, hunh? Niggas know what i'm sayin'. I'm off the same curb you are. Why I got a hundred mill' and you ain't got nuttin', huh?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Say My Name[50 Cent] Yeah, Fifty, Ha Ha I'm complex, difficult to understand I don't know if it's me Or just to make a brother mad I wanna it in the morning Bright and early I want it I rise as the sunrise Baby now get up on it Give it to me good Shawty work it like you should You follow instructions Then I follow instructions The ultimate seduction More kissing and touching Feels super natural First chance I'm at you [Ice Cube] To fuck with Ice Cube You gotta shit talk, big talk, Crip walk Bang hard, run yards, flip cars Cause you fucking with millionaires Big stars Only clocking a grip will make our Dicks hard I come through when I handle my Business Like a goddamn menace Niggas think I eat spinach Cause you need a dentist Whenever I finish It's the Grin-ich, with a gang of Lieutenants WESTSIDE! [50 Cent] I like it when you freaky I’m freaky I’ll explore your body completely Til you feel like you need me Chest to chest I reckon I get to kiss you in neck Come correct to make a sweat It’s making us wet Say my name, say my name Positions we change I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking I ain’t playing no games Jackpot, backshot Still roughly taken My pleasure is pleasing you You should feel the same too [2Pac] Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the Penitentiary, still ballin' Riding on these niggas cause they Lame In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug Nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than The drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to Bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggas Hit em up, Westside! Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, I'll fuck her From the back I get my currency in stacks, California's Where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggas wonder Why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see Who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen Many peers dead Niggas still ballin [Snoop Dogg] Top Dogg, bite em all Nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C Yeah we hooking back up And when they bang this in the club Baby you got to get up Thug niggas drug dealers Yeah they giving it up Lowlife, yo life Boy we living it up Taking chances while we dancing In the party for sure Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got In the back do' Bitches looking at me strange But you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker Just a-swanging my hair Bitch quit talking, Crip walk Stay down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take This dope from this jet Out of town, put it down For the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut Yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of Success If you believe in the S you'll be Relieving your stressEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If U Leaving, Then Leave...[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, one-two, one-two, testing, I said one-two (Bring it back, my shit) Yeah, one-two, one-two, testing, I said one-two One-two, one-two, y'all niggas know just how I do Let's get more paper, more bread It's grind time, I ain't fucking 'round, kid Got a new case, D's ain't got no proof Got a new Coupe, it ain't got no roof Test me, see if I won't shoot I'll cock that and bang that quick for the loot Trey deuce, got it stashed in the boot If there's a problem I get to the root Go 'head get your ass shot being cute You talk too much, boy, I'll put ya on mute Beef with me you need more than a vest And more than one strap I guess You got me all fucked up I might just get your whole clique stuck up Then come back and sell your shit back I'm known for grimy shit like that Ask around, niggas know me good Southside, nigga, this my hood [Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] You called and told me That you wanted to leave (Well, if you're leaving then leave On your way out leave my keys) But it seems (well, if your leaving then leave) That you don't (if you're leaving then leave) want to leave me (Well, if your leaving then leave Get to walking but leave my V) [Verse 2: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] Listen We were so happy together When we first met (so happy, huh? Yeah) But you started acting crazy Oh baby, what's happening? (What happened, girl? What's happening? Come on, come on) [Pre-Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] 'Cause all my love (haha) Is what I'm giving (yeah) If you want games Well I'm not playing (come on, come on) Let me know if you want to leave Now baby (haha..), please don't call me with your lies [Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] You called and told me That you wanted to leave (Well, if you're leaving then leave On your way out leave my keys) But it seems (well, if your leaving then leave) That you don't (if you're leaving then leave) want to leave me (Well, if your leaving then leave Get to walking and leave my V) [Verse 3: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] I'm sorry that you're feeling this way (so sorry, I'm sorry) You know I'm not to blame no no, no, no (no no..) But that's you keeps on running (come on, come on) And playing those simple games (We gon' take it up a notch now, OH!) [Pre-Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] Leaving me You know can't let go (ha ha) You're mistreating me, no, no, no, no (nana no nana no) Let me know, if you want to leave Baby, please just stop calling me with your lies [Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] You called and told me That you wanted to leave (Well, if you're leaving then leave But on your way out leave the keys) But it seems (well, if your leaving then leave) That you don't (if you're leaving then leave) want to leave me (Well, if your leaving then leave Get to walking and leave my V) [Break: 50 Cent] Ohh, calm down, baby You're overreacting, haha Oh, I got y'all back in Bentleys [Pre-Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] Leaving me, oh, can't let go Mistreating me (can't mistreat me baby), no-no-no-no-no (I won't let you) Let me know (nah), if you want to leave But baby, please just stop calling me with your lies [Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] You called and told me (Quit lying to me Tell me who you're trying to be) That you wanted to leave (You make me feel crazy You know you my baby) But it seems (you not going nowhere Sit your ass down right here) That you don't want to leave me (Miss 50 come on, bounce with me, come on) [Bridge: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] You keep on running from me (Just makes me feel good, man) I don't understand it 'Cause you love me (yeah), and I love you (Yeah, next level shit) so don't leave me (Uh uh uh uh, come on) [Chorus: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] You called and told me That you wanted to leave (well, if you're leaving then leave) And I know you won't leave me, girl But it seems That you don't want to leave me You can't leave me, baby (ha ha) You called me and you told me That you wanted me to be your man You called and told me That you wanted to leave (ha ha, you know you need me, girl) But it seems (I don't know why you're acting the way you're acting) That you don't want to leave me (Let me hear you say you love me Oh, now you don't wanna say it 'cause everybody listening) [Outro: Jeff Redd (50 Cent)] I love you, I love the way you walk I love the way you talk, ooh yeah (Ahh baby, you full of shit, man) ah ahhh (It's cool, it's cool) I love the way you move Sure love the way you groove (you love me later) Ahh baby (you love me long time, haha) ah ahhh, listen {Damn!}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dreamin’ Remix[Intro: 50 Cent] Niggas crazy (keep on dreamin') Think they gon' catch me slippin' (keep on dreamin') I'm on point, nigga (I said keep on dreamin') 24/7, ya heard? [Hook: 50 Cent] Every day I dream I see you dreamin' I cock my strap, I see you schemin' I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' When robberies done improperly It turns into murder one, one, one Move properly or get dropped, see Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done [Verse 1: 50 Cent] No two-face or mean mug, no mask, no gloves Get you in my peripheral, I'm tearin' you up I'm watchin', you probably think my eyes wide shut I'm waitin' for you to cross the line and get fucked I lean in a Lotus, take off like a rocket Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle, you can't knock it Got paper like Citibank, nigga, you need a loan Got a brain, use ya brain, or get ya brains blown Watch my watch tick tock and get popped See my chain gleam scheme And get met with the beam, nah mean? I'm not a freshman, I'm a senior, yeah, head of my class I'll put a hollow tip head in yo' ass You tryna jam me thinkin' I'm candy Ain't nothin' sweet, I run the streets with all sorts of heat You tryna eat, try elsewhere, my presence is felt here You won't need wealth here, your ass'll get melt here Nigga, yeah [Hook: 50 Cent] Every day I dream I see you dreamin' I cock my strap, I see you schemin' I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' When robberies done improperly It turns into murder one, one, one Move properly or get dropped, see Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done [Verse 2: Sean Price] Ya niggas ain't maintaining, ya niggas is man-tanning Black face, smack taste, I'll chew on your man standing Fuck who you next to, nigga, I'll wet you Splash vest, crash test, guess what this gat do I'm getting upset, duke, guess I'm the Madd Rapper First born on the horn saying, "yo, dad, slap 'em" Fuck all these fuck-niggas, this is big Ruck, nigga I'm a boss, you a ten off every buck, nigga Ruck is a tough rapper, I got a Dutchmaster Three dice in my hand sippin' a nut-cracker I got the bank stop, you think broke, bitch, I think not Twenty-five thousand dollar carpet like Frank got Blot that shit, I'll pop that shit That got niggas talkin' about callin' the cops and shit You pussy, I'm the opposite, hardcore Kevlar vest on my flesh in a large form, P [Hook: 50 Cent] Every day I dream I see you dreamin' I cock my strap, I see you schemin' I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' When robberies done improperly It turns into murder one, one, one Move properly or get dropped, see Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Test me, you wan' die? Murder a lung now Fresh of the projects, put ten on my neck It's off limits, touch it, touch the sky Touch it, I'll send you to ya dead homies to say hi I break niggas into fractions, I'm down for that action Talk that chopper talk 'til I come with the Colt Then it's bye-bye, close your eyes, learn to fly Why go through it, why try and test I? When you know I ain't rap right, I'm strapped right 2-4-7, 3-6-5, I'm outside, steady mobbin' I'm all in, I'm not the one you robbin' Have me creepin', crawlin', shell cases fallin' Bullet hit your leg, break your limb Bullets hit your chest, make you slim Bullets flyin', run away from them Bullets miss you, hit your closest friend You pussy, mane, you should've gave your toast to him [Hook: 50 Cent] Every day I dream I see you dreamin' I cock my strap, I see you schemin' I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' When robberies done improperly It turns into murder one, one, one Move properly or get dropped, see Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done [Outro: Sean Price] Ayo, Fif, I know what these niggas is, man. These niggas ain't tough, my G. Niggas talk 'bout they been in the streets. Yeah, you was in the streets, motherfuckers. You 'se a fuckin' human holst, nigga. You held the whole crew guns, nigga. Fuck outta here, man. You that nigga when I brought that vest I took you on the roof. Put it on your back, see if that shit work, motherfucker. You in the street, nigga. What the fuck was you doin' though? P!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tainted[Hook 2X: 50 Cent - singing] She said she love it, she like my muuuu-sic She like that I'm thuggin, she loves G-Unit [50 Cent] What? Uh-huh; she feelin the kid Baby girl you can push me, pull me, scratch me, screw me Holla my name out while we fuckin on top You can ride like a rodeo, oh you freaky and I know so I'm with it if you like it in your butt She's a working girl Get on top and let me see you work it girl Don't stop - get it, get it You can ride 'til you're satisfied Thought of your lovin in my brain make me sing in the rain (Peep what she said) [Hook] [50 Cent] She like my music... G-Unit! WOO~! Yeah... G-Unit {NON-STOP} [Tony Yayo] Man anything goes when it comes to hoes Ma your feet look good, let me suck on them toes And if your body smell right, let me lick all them holes I bust a nut in your face and wipe my dick on your clothes Baby - spark the blunt and light the incense Now it's time to freak off with my project princess Y'all groupies wanna talk, and send fanmail Cause y'all see me in The Source and the XXL (ha ha ha~!) [50 Cent - singing] Everybody wants to be real Still they wanna hide how they feel Nigga you're supposed to be real When niggas find out that you're tellin Nigga you gonna get yo' cap peeled Cause they get it, and now you know you gon' it Truuuuuuuuuuuue, I know true thugs are hard to find Just let me find you, f'real I'll put a hole in yo' ass with the blue steel Keep yo' punk-ass from tellin - HA HA! Oooooh nigga you, tell on me And you'll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee-hiiiiiiiigh You heard me nigga? I said you, tell on me And you'll diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee-hiiiiiiigh I got somethin for you nigga I'll put my hood on it, fo' sho' Ha ha, G-G-G-Unit {*echoes*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Make A Movie Out EmCome on man I ain't got time for that love shit, get outta here Niggas know me man, I make a movie out em Come on I make a movie out 'em I come through man, niggas change up man I make a movie out 'em Talk crazy when I ain't around there I make a movie out 'em When niggas know When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em We by the bar with the Cris, gorillas in the mist You muthafuckas tryna front, I go bananas with the clips Got a hollow tip habit, I'll bulletproof the whips My tires run on flats, you know I stay with gats I hit the stash, pop out the mac, try and pop out ya back More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat Come on man I ain't got time for that love shit, get outta here Niggas know me man, I make a movie out em Come on I make a movie out 'em I come through man, niggas change up man I make a movie out 'em Talk crazy when I ain't around there I make a movie out 'em When niggas know When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em We by the bar with the Cris, gorillas in the mist You muthafuckas tryna front, I go bananas with the clips Got a hollow tip habit, I'll bulletproof the whips My tires run on flats, you know I stay with gats I hit the stash, pop out the mac, try and pop out ya back More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat I'm not the maintenance man. I'm the super, bitch You give super head, I'll make you super rich I mean stupid rich, I know lots of tricks Type niggas that don't think and follow they dick What more can I say, it's a beautiful day Your vest ain't gon' work if you're hit with the K Some prayin' to spray, yet not in the way You runnin', you pussy, you're scared of me! When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em When niggas wanna front, I make a movie out 'em I'll leave em flat on his face with shit oozin' out 'em When niggas wanna stunt, I know what to do about 'em Hand me that gat, I make an action packed movie out 'em [Outro] Son Look at this nigga, son This niggas a fuckin' movie, son Fuckin' comedy man Hahahaha The fuckin' comedian man That's why I don't be playin' with these niggas, man Man, y'all niggas better get the fuck outta here, man Fuck around and kill one of these niggas You know what I mean I'm tryna... I'm tryna get my money right I'm livin' good, you know what I mean Hahahahaha They should get mad when I said that to them When I say I'm livin' good Hahahahaha Awww, nigga From January to January I do a hundred That's a hundred million nigga From January to January Could you, could you... nigga, could you copy that? If I put a hundred mill' in front of you, could you keep count nigga? Hahahahaha Ahhh haaaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mind’s Playing Tricks[Intro:] {*set to the Geto Boys' "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" instrumental*} [Verse: Tony Yayo] Mmm, yeah, uhh Mind playing tricks on me man It's a, regular day and a regular routine 'Til I hear this tragic news from about two fiends Your man 50, just got popped 9 times And I heard through the grapevines it's all cause he rhymes In front of his grandma, I'm standin on the lawn Wearin no Teflon, I wonder if he gone I know in my heart I wanna cry Havin thoughts in my mind is my man gon' die? As I frantically run toward's 50 spot I panicky peep like fifty cops It was blue & whites, DT's and homicide With yellow tape locked off on both sides With four-fifth shells on the floor And DT's ringin doorbells, goin door to door Yo I'm stressed out, smokin bogie after bogie Duckin the sarge cause the sarge fuckin know me I jumped in Jeep truck and got a mac to spit And we did about a buck cause Mary Mack I lit At the time, I started thinkin back some shit How we used to sling crack and stack our chips With Kev, P-Low, Big Jewel the Kid And my man 50 used to smack a bitch And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4 And them hoes that we had on the Cash Money tour Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreamin All I see is 5-5-1 and there's beefin Baby moms is screamin, whole family grievin But the word is, that my man's still breathin I dropped to my knees and I thanked the Lord And got a long shitlist all across the board Motherf... {*ends*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Better Come on Your A Game[Hook] Nigga try and come play me better come on your A game, ay mayne, ay Niggas try to move on me I cock the heat cause a melee, melee, ay Witness this shit, niggas get hit, ay Run when it spit, don't get hit by the AK Take cover quick, niggas on that shit, ay Come broad day they'll get at you with the AK [Verse 1] Niggas think they know me, I be on some other shit My baby mama don't know me, I be with my other bitch I blow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat Then you wanna chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that? Strip club, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang Find out who you're fuckin with cause I ain't for the sucker shit Cut you like the cocaine, niggas stay in your lane I'm a muh'fuckin heavyweight, you ain't in my weight class And me I'm moving heavy weight, get gone with your light ass Me I'm so official, pearl-handled nickel Plated nine-nine, your life's on the line [Hook] [Verse 2] I don't give a fuck who outside, now listen I don't give a fuck who get hit, I ain't missin' I come through that muh'fucker waving the chopper 113th Precinct ain't enough to stop us Niggas shot at me before, I got away, popped from a block away Sucker niggas be right there on one foot 'til I rock away Next day I popped up told niggas it's my turf They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my shells burn Sabrina baby special, they treat me like a misfit I squeeze I risk it, I risk it Different class of nigga, my hand around the trigger Don't make me do it, I'll do it, you stupid nigga [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Gonna Hit Yo Ass Up(feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) [50 Cent:] Yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up [Verse 1: 50 Cent] When I grip the Tec Hit the deck I'll spray at you're way Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man I ain't playin' ain't got no time for them games Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin' [Chorus: 50 Cent] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol Platinum on wrist blue Wrist poppin' bling green by the fist full I'm smokin' chong good Don't ride through the wrong hood Unless you got a vest on That Teflon Like a don should I'm rollin' sticky green Every nigga with me clean Strap got it tucked know what I mean? [Chorus: 50 Cent] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Its the general homie thats commanding these advances My semi-automatic ravin' Stay blazin' The Rover be Etchel White Shorty leaned over but i'm mad cause she got an over-bite I got your baby's mother Movin' overloads of Coke For Louey Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats Homie we enrich you're bitch or hood rat Thats why my waves spinnin' in that G Unit hat [Chorus: 50 Cent] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Last ChanceThis is it baby This is life man This is living for real (It feel like a dream man) Lean back with the AC blowin, cruise [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm the last to laugh, the first to blast The AR fire so fast ya dead in a flash This is, more than rap it's more than a track This is Southside branded all across my back This is the chrome on the 'Lac, this is paper to stack This is shortie from ya dreams with the ass so fat This is better than blow, it's better to know 50's that nigga fa sho, fuck with the blow, Slow down This is the last chance to dance, the last chance for romance The last, This is the last chance for me to get in your pants Last chance for us to slide down It's better than Bentleys it's better than Benz' It's better than exotic cars when I'm up in it It feels like Heaven, it's better I bet It feels so good it's wetter than wet That project pussy is oh so good I better take my ass back to my hood There's oh so much I've been missin', listen Shortie you know how I do I'm comin thruEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keep It Movin’I’m in the club tryna get me some hoes Or, I’m on the grind tryna get me some dough I hustle hard, niggas already know I do what I gotta do and proceed to keep it moving Holla at me if you’re ready to roll I ain't gotta tell you I want you, you already know I keep my eye on you, while you out on the floor Girl, you turn me on, watching you move to the music [50 Cent - Verse 1] I’mma flash the cash you know I’ma get it You wanna give me the ass, you know I’m with it The flows so sick the way I spit it The say its prolific, lets be specific Can I kick it, yes I can You rocking with fifty fifty and Timbaland We are not the same nigga now understand I do what I want boy, you do what you can Everythings going according to plan, no more Con-sign-ment, no more hand to hand My new hustle bring millions in Damn what a difference between now and then Ha ha, you see it, you really believe it When I done came up, and I ain't changed up I’m in the house with the toaster yo Things are going how they supposed to go [Hook] [50 Cent - Verse 2] This is what you been missing I’m back in position, I listen Theres nobody better, you know I go hard for the cheddar The drama I bring it, way, way better than I sing it Gotta put in work to ring the bells, my name ringing It’s murder on the dancefloor when my songs on My competition just sit on the type of shit I’m on We keep it going, til it, til it, til it break of dawn I ain't the one that you should be fronting or faking on Stunt if you want, my niggas will have your Jacob on I’m so ghetto, they say I’m so gutta I don’t dance, I be in the cut like “what up” You know my style, know me, everywhere I go I ain't gotta say a word man, they already know I’m a no-nonsense nigga that flow Annoying conversation if it ain't about dough But if you tryna get it, I’m with it I’m all in? for shoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Window Shopper (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent & Ma$e] Ohh! This (this) The top feel so much better than the bottom (Is) So much better (The remix) [Chorus: 50 Cent & Ma$e] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why (I know why) Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1: Ma$e] If a chicken out off pocket, I’ll fix to right her Can only be Ma$e in the Russian white fur Red monkey, the magic, tuck my ratchet And when we do snatch it, we bound to catch it. (c'mon!) Plenty of ‘em Detroit girls love my flavor ('vooor…) Be more VA, girls they neighbors ('booors…) I be out in Jakefield, something to Cater (something to Cater!) You wanna come to Bougie, broads, you all need paper But, oh, I’m an MC, oh, they how they miss me? Skrrt off in Bentley, riims all crispy (you ain’t think about it…) But I’ll be a canary, 'cause I really don’t like white But if I do, play me wrong, it’ll be all night-night [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper (whoo!) In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from So I don't cruise through nobody hood without my gun They know the kid ain't gon' fall for all that bullshit Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game, who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin' [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off After that five hour flight from New York I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang." She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin' Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive (mixtape king!) Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Outro: 50 Cent] Everybody put your hands in the air, everybody put your hands in the air Everybody say "50 Cent", everybody say "50 Cent" Window shopper, window shopper You'll scream!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put That Work In[Intro] Yo I'm tired, son We gon' do this last one, then I'm out [Chorus] It's a natural progression, first you cut a nigga Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger Put that work in, put that work in Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again [Verse 1] You know my aunt killed my dog and never said sorry Niggas broke in my crib and they stole my Atari Man, niggas could've asked, I would've let 'em hold a cartridge I wasn't fucking with nobody, see how niggas start shit Instead selling crack I could've been Tiger Woods But they ain't got no fucking golf courses in the hood I said I'm selling dope, I don't regret shit I'm selling dope, nigga, that good shit I was supposed to be an A student, a valedictorian Instead I'm in special ED trying to fuck, I'm horny They didn't like my style, they said they didn't like my style Them same bitches want me now In came the cash, out with the cocaine Virgin Mary medallion hanging off my rope chain Four finger ring, nigga doing his thing You get a couple bitches after you get the bling [Chorus] It's a natural progression, first you cut a nigga Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger Put that work in, put that work in Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again [The Carpenters sample] "Can't read notes but I plaaaaay anything by ear I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear." [Outro] What the fuck? What the, who the fuck Who would put this on the beat, man? That's it, man This shit is stupid, man I'm glad this is the last one because Fuck that man, I'm out man What time is it? It's like fucking 4 o'clock in the morning, son Tuu, for a mixtape, I'm going home, man Man fuck that, I'm out This is, they can, this is good enough [Vincent Price sample] AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! {*gunshot*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Is What It Is[Intro: 50 Cent] Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah Nuttin' crazy, little som' som' Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio [Verse: 50 Cent] I sit and twist the lye just to get high Niggas is gon' die, why ask why? Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz I put that on my kid, I don't forget I heard you Bullet shell in ya wig, hollow tip from my sig Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live, you live by Nori crib You talkin' all that shit, nigga you better move your kids Sucka tell Tony, don't you fuck me you little monkey Irv, whatchu talkin' jackass, you fuckin' little donkey You lied to Suge, then you lied to Prince You got 'em thinkin' I won't pop niggas and elephants I spoke to Scarface, I spoke to Bun B They gave me their blessings, they said: "man get your money, man we ain't call you snitch, man we ain't mad you rich, man keep on makin' hits, and fuck that other shit" Could it be that you mad? jealous a nigga holding? G-Unit Records, Radio, G-Unit clothing G-Unit films, G-Unit books G-Unit sneakers, I'm off the hook [Outro: 50 Cent] G-Unit man, G-Unit video games, G-Unit everything man When, every magazine stand you walk by you're gonna see me Every time you turn on your TV, you're see me The award show, you're gonna see me You know, I'm gonna pick up everything they give to a new guy: Best New Artist, Best New Single, Best New Album, you know You know what I mean, and you can just keep on making your little punk music La-la-la-la, your McDonald's commericals McDonald's apple pie, love the way you make me feel Number two, super size, love the way you make me feel M.I.K., 50 Cent, Murda Inc Killa I heard about your show too, your show ain't nothin' but good karaoke chump Yeah man, but if you wanna learn how to do that you should come check me out you know, The Rock the Mic Tour, 50 Cent, Jay Z That's what everybody talkin' 'bout in the street, you know what I mean Ashanti, what's the matter baby? You lookin' like you strugglin' out there baby They ain't feelin' you no more? ha-ha-ha They ain't feelin' you no more baby? Aye, you should do another condom commercial, I put the condom on-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heartless Monster[Intro: 50 Cent] Yo! Bay Area! You are now rockin' With Big Von And 50 Cent Yo! Southside. Roll something, smoke something nigga yeah I fall off then I bounce back I'm incredible, yeah [Verse 1: 50 Cent] 6-2 to the O, back to the '62 here we go It's like every time I get on some niggas try to jam me I grind, I go hard for my niggas try to jam me I'm strapped now movin' round with the swammy Got a baby by your baby mama, nigga we family Niggas mad at the kid 'cuz I'm caked up Yeah they want that pinky ring, yeah they want that Jacob Sleeping Beauty tell me when you gon' wake up You'll never have me hog-tied You'll never have me jake'd up I'm holdin' Motherfucker I'm strizzapped I'm rollin with the mizzack I'll lay your ass flizzat You wanna talk? Talk to me You wanna be dead? It's boom bye-bye to a body boy yeah I had a dream I was broke, and woke up rich It used to be the other way around, ain't that some shit? I had a pistol under my pillow, a pistol next to my kicks A pistol on my night stand, a pistol next to my bitch I seen bullets on the couch I seen bullets by the TV Woke up feeling like niggas can't see me Ask Em and Dre they'll tell you now I'm on some different shit 'Cuz i got a different tech, and they got a different clip Yeah I got money now, every day a different whip Different bracelet, different trip, shut your fucking lips Don't be a rat There's nothing worse than that [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah It's the return of the heartless monster I already know what time it is And you already know what time it is I'll shake the motherfucking town up Niggas already said, they said "if 50 can't do numbers, then the numbers can't be done" Huh? I should give y'all niggas a whole R&B record 808's and my hearts broken, motherfuckers I'm just a different breed of nigga, huh? Niggas is faggots man I don't like none of these niggas, man Come around, niggas got them rainbow colors on Y'all niggas confused? Niggas from the hood ain't supposed to wear no retro shit I'mma tell my little niggas to start kicking your fucking ass See you out there with that funny shit on 'Look him, he's a faggot, kick him, kick his fucking ass' [Laughs]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ghetto Like A Motherfucker (Freestyle)[Verse 1] Imagine I was broke right now Saying damn, where my friends go Catburglar style, I'm coming through your window Bitch I'm so focused, nigga I'm so focused Slim chance I'ma go back to killing roaches Be quiet, you can hear the rats in the wall Make you want to pump crack til you stack racks The dope bring the dough in, shawn sister, she hoeing Like Brenda with her baby, she six months, she showing For 50 should suck that, for a buck you could fuck that And you thinking she nasty, but niggas is nasty Dice game shake em up, praying for a six The wolves out there hungry, they looking for a lick Sun down to sun up, they looking for a come up 10-30 in progress right in your projects They boosting, you like Gucci, they got it Spot it, and every other high end product I put you on, my man's man, got a credit card scam Come through later, I'ma plug you in fam Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator Now I'm pissed cause I'm starting to smell like piss, player My little man get bread, I tell you what he doing He bag up for days till cocaine in his urine His momma got bills he avoiding the eviction He play lookout and warn niggas when the dicks coming [Hook] You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker [Verse 2] Mikey put his foot to a bitch ass on some pimp shit 10 hoes, 10 g's a night, niggas getting rich Any nigga get out of line, I got 'em Southside across my back, I'm from the bottom All a nigga need is a block and a connect And a box of 9mm's to load in the tech The beef all gravy, a nigga half crazy You pull it, better bang it, 'cause niggas will bring it That kush moving faster than crack, nigga it's burning Now move a couple pounds of that, now you're earning Stack paper on every flip, get the whip Then get a new bitch and forget the one you with She said she could do bad all by her damn self Nigga, let her do bad all by her damn self A bitch'll tell when the pigs come Won't even try to make bail when the pigs come Just let her do her own thing [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Enforcer(Hook) Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Money like a boss, but I still come off ya (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) Ferrari..Lambo, I race it Bugatti, I chase it I be stuntin', niggas don't say shit Murder..it's what I get away with There'll never be another me, face it I pick up big bread, it's okay bitch Shawty got ass you can play with She ain't rich like a blonde, just stay with (Pre-Hook) So brave, your graves ready.. Tre-8, duct tape, ready.. Your times up already.. Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready (Hook) Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) (Verse 2) Crazy..sip, psychotic Rich..still pushing narcotics Shit you wanna do, I've done it Life's going the way I want it X pills, pounds up chronic Drama..tell me who want it I've done it They talk about it, they fronting (Pre-Hook) So brave, your graves ready.. Tre-8, duct tape, ready.. Your times up already.. Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready (Extended Hook) Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Money like a boss, but I still come off ya This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) This is the Enforcer in action This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) This is how it feels when I'm blasting (Bridge) Everything I do something you want to But you don't do things that I do Cause you ain't got the heart to do it You ain't got the heart to do it You ain't got the heart to do it You ain't got the heart to do it (Hook) Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Who wanna play with the Enforcer? Money like a boss, but I still come off ya This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) This is the Enforcer in action This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) This is how it feels when I'm blasting (Outro) This is how it feels when I'm blasting Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting This is how it feels when I'm blastingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back 4 That[Intro] Uh-huh Uh-huh 5(five)1(one) Real shit nigga [Chorus] Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that [Verse 1] Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it The bullshit I'm on right now nigga, I've been on it If I don't eat, nobody eat, cold in the street No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat Y'all know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok I take the stand under oath and lie Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry Or watch time go by Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab in the pie He who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus 2x] Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga? (YEAH!), you thugged out? (YEAH!) 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year (YEAH!) You bust your gun nigga? (YEAH!), you on the run nigga? (YEAH!) You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? (YEAH!) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rollie After being on the street, less than a week Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even have to see her She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV [Chorus 2x] Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that [Verse 3] Aight, now y'all niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN') Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN') I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU WAS STUNTIN') You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN') Rap niggas stay actin' like they ready to flip When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script Its like tradition, rap niggas die in they whips So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99 You're not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed Shall I proceed, I'll write it down so you can read If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head [Chorus 2x] Yo, nigga say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that Niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Before I Self Destruct - Thank You’sFirst I want to thank God, Momma Anna, Pops, and my grandparents, Marquise, G Money, Uncle Michael, Uncle Rook and Uncle Horace. My aunts Annie, Laurie and Geraldine. Sylvia, David, Bobby, Meeka, Keisha, Sahar, John My Shady/Aftermath/Interscope team: Eminem, Tracy McNew, Riggs Morales, Paul Rosenberg/Dr. Dre, Kirdis Postelle/Jimmy Iovine, Steve Berman, Step Johnson, Ravid Yosef, Les Scurry, Susan Hilderly, Todd Douglas, Don Robinson, Faithe, Yvette Gayle, Jennifer Zeller, Mike Cole, Andrew Ibea, Adam Favors, Troy Marshall, Garrett Williams, Garnett March and the urban staff, Nino Cuccinello and the crossover radio staff, Karen Rait and Brenda and the top 40 staff Randall Emmett and Dom at me Cheetah Vision Films company My book partner Robert "The 50th Law" Greene My G Unit family: Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo. Ky Miller and Sha Money My G Unit staff and the entire team at WWW.BOOBOOTV.COM AND WWW.THISIS50.COMEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m So Sorry (Feat. Llody Banks, Young Buck & The Game)[Intro: 50 Cent] 50 cent, uh Llod banks, uh Young Buck, uh Game Nigga~ G-Unit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Haha it's easy man, it's easy man Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood In the snow after the shots in december Niggas is broke that's why they stay ice grillin I'm in the aspens laughin snow mobilin With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seen her Plus she hood she ain't hollywood remind me of trina D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena G stand for gangsta unit stand for you niggas in trouble Better lock and load on the double [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so sorry Niggas all fucked up they ain't gettin money in the hood I'm So Sorry I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could I'm so sorry [50 talking:] You know I could but I don't wanna help you out nigga I'm so sorry [Verse 2: The Game] I'm in that 6, 7 glass house In and out of lanes Murder on my mind Old english runnin through my veins I think about easy and it eases my pain I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain I came into this world both feet in the dirt No purple label no button up shirt No harm intended no subliminal disses But hard facts seperate the men from the bitches I would popped your ass if I thought you was worthy Lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey Buck pass the dutch I'm blowin that bob marley Hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-Unit [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so sorry You niggas don't sound that good when you step in the booth I'm So sorry Nigga that it hurt but god dammit you kno it's da truth I'm So Sorry You see me do good it's makin your punk ass sick I'm so sorry That I ain't got room for all you niggas on my dick I'm so Sorry [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks:] Yeah A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple I came up with this on the shitta, nigga I handle bars like a bicycle Stars make your eyes trickle As stiff as an icecycle The muffalas the sounds of land that's why I whistle Fire your stylists you know dats wrong For letting you put that foot locker noback on Around here niggas get shot for performin that song And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on They try to merk me yo That's why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio Pop shit I stroke your s*** And soon as her mouth open up what? Same color as coconut [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so Sorry You ain't from compton you ain't gotta flow like game I'm so sorry You ain't lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man I'm so sorry You ain't young buck you don't let the gun buck son you butt I'm so sorry You get outta line I'll personally come fuck you up [Verse 4: Young Buck] We don't chase no hoes We dream about it while we make the dough Ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat I still touch the dough Niggas my ears to the street I got niggas from your own hood workin for me You got ya hand out Can't even bail your man out Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor Picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya You momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements You kno who to play with and we ain't the ones This G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas [50 talking:] Yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall niggas That put out records this year and didn't sell no records I'm so sorry Hahaha oh man I don't even know how to explain it pimp you can't get dat money when I'm around haha I don't say shit all I did was swith my hustle muh'fuckaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Reddit AMAQ: How much can you bench press? A: The most was 405 but i started looking like the security lol i had to slim down Q: What was your favourite TV show as a kid? A: The benny hill show. he was an idiot. really funny And dukes of hazzard cause of the girl with the short shorts Q: Does everyone sing "go shorty, its your birthday" on your birthday like my friends have done to me every year since you released In Da Club in 2003 :D A: They do sing it to me. every day is someone's birthday that song won't go away Q: Iggy azalea's booty real or no?!!! A: Next time i see her ima squeeze it and find out for you ok. I will report back to you shortly lol Q: 2 quarters or 5 dimes? A: 2 quarters keep it simple Q: Whats your favourite video game? A: Blood on the Sand. i dont think it has anything to do with me being in it. also NBA Live 2014 Q: Biggest regret of your career? How long are you planning to make music? A: Ill prolly make music longer than im suppose to. like a fighter who doesnt know when to retire lol i just love doing it Q: Fif what is Power about and why should I watch it? A: You should watch it because I say watch it. I'll never steer you wrong Q: Hey man, what made you want to accept Bitcoin payment for your new album? A: Stay with times. technology is what's changing the business gotta get with it. I take money no matter if its coins or dollars Q: Hey 50, just a couple questions - From the recent G-Unit reunion are there any chances of The Game being involved? Also what was it like to preform with -everyone again? - Hows the relationship with Em, any new projects you guys are working on? - You've always been very business minded in your career is there any advice you would give someone who wants to start their own brand or company? A: - not a chance. feels good to be back on stage with them again. couple of them gotta get in shape again they get tired lol - I am gonna go to his show see him soon in london - because of the internet do it independently. you have access to things we didn't. i had to hustle bootlegers. chief keef is in his grandma living room doing it Q: I want to get rich but I have reservations about dying, what should I do? Also what's your favorite most expensive food/least expensive food? A: Focus on gettin rich you gonna die anyway. lets live good. thats what Animal ambition is about, prosperity Philippe chow, the shit is expensive for no reason Q: Yo $0.50 . . . what happened on that pitch? A: I have a skeletal muscle injury on my left shoulder from excessive masturbation so take it easy lol Q: Your album, Get Rich or Die Tryin' was the first cd I can remember buying with my own money. Still is one of my favorite all time CDs. My question is about your tattoo removal. Were there any tattoos you knew you were going to miss? Is tattoo removal really as painful as people say it is? Is it more like a scar now or is it a clean removal? Thanks for doing this AMA A: Tattoo removal is extremely painful. i do not advise it. its like signing up to be burnt Topical cream docs give you dont work lol Q: Hey Mr. Jackson, what is your favorite sushi roll? A: California roll. im a fake sushi eater lol its all vegetables. the only thing i would eat raw is a woman lol anything else is a no go Q: Does it go "my chrome cost more than the crib yo momma raised you in?" or is it "my cross cost more...?" A: My cross Q: How exactly do you party on your birthday? A: I do it BIG! this one will have a fight live on ESPN, have special guest performances, a pool party then another party, then again a party then a firework a BBQ Ima live broadcast all that on my hang with Q: When u made Get Rich or Die Tryin, did u think at the time it would have the impact that it does today? A: No i didn't. I was praying for it do to well. It surpassed my expectations. I hope animal ambition does the same Q: What has been the nicest car you've owned? A: The 100 EX rolls royce Q: Hey Mr. Cent I need to know if there is any truth behind Aziz's Grapefruit story. Can you shed some light on that? A: My grandma used to get me grapefruit juice as a kid. he's a comedian. Ima have his ass whoop if he keeps saying that lol Q: What's your favorite brand of Root beer? A: I dont drink root beer unless its the only cold can available. i drink ginger ale Q: Hey 50, what would you say is your favorite book and why? Thanks A: The 50th law. because you can't be afraid of bein successful you gotta have enough in you to be as successful as you want to be Q: Yo 50! do you still have the slowbuck chain from SummerJam? Also, i think Animal Ambition is your best work since Massacre. really good job with that. thanks for being 50 A: I dont know why people keep talking about this. i was busy performing. it was so many people on stage lol Q: Thanks for doing this! What's the first thing you bought after you "made it big"? A: My grandmother a car. it was important to me because she took care of me when i couldn't take care of myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Non Stop (Street King Energy Track #4)Now I don't get along with these niggas anyway man I wish a nigga... [Verse 1:] You niggas won't believe I got the shooters to your shot You think you're built for bumpin' heads with me well nigga you're not This'll be the last time I try to fucking warn you Next time your ass out of line, bitch I'm on you Nigga that security you got ain't getting paid Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade You fucking hesitate you gonna need first aid My blade'll turn a line man into a feather weight Who me? I wanna warn you motherfuckers ain't seen nothing like me Still looking for a juxs and my wrist so icy I tell the homies these niggas is full, eat 'em They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need 'em Take it off, tell that sucker "take it off" They ain't come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft Half man half dog man my niggas sense fear Brought 'em here in a Lear to take your Audemere [Hook:] Nigga round the clock non stop Niggas is hungry on my block I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play Make one false move and you're blown away I make it so hot nigga my Glock Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play Make one false move and get blown away [Verse 2:] Don't get coffee with me pussy I told you before It's outlaw, lawless I fuck you up regardless Niggas say they be work in I wanna see what they saying Put that work in without a mans, bring me that nigga, chain him ATL BET we can AR in the park Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq war Feel the mood change when I step through the door Go head make me fuck you up that's what we came here for Gem star, carve you up nice Have so much fun I wanna do it twice That's my bitch on the pole You tipping she's stripping I'm known for tripping I just slapped the clip in 599 Ferrari state dipping Cash getting, brick flipping Straight clip in, good ghetto living Big better vision Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in [Hook:] Nigga round the clock non stop Niggas is hungry on my block I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play Make one false move and you're blown away I make it so hot nigga my Glock Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play Make one false move and get blown away [Outro:] Yeah, ya'll see me laying low, I got so much shit to say I'm a play, we gonna spar from now to the fight You understand how this goes down right? You seen this movie before, this a rerun 'Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying Huh, did 12 million that time Nah nah nah, we call it the massacre We did 10 million that time What we gonna call it? HuhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Damn[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! G-Unit man! 50 Cent man! What? Uh-huh! Yeah! Yo! {Whooooo! Whoooooo! } [Verse: 50 Cent] When the street lights go on - the wolves come out Stick-up kids they know the kid - cause I been with' them out Niggas eyeball my shines, I can't stand it With my little 5 shot three eighty that keep jamming. [gunshot] {DAMN! } Nigga I got a felonies, I ain't no rat You play me close fool - and you gonna get clapped. [gunshot] I feel chills up my spine when the D's look back Cause I'm dirty, got a blunt and half a pack and my Gat! {Whoo Kidd! } Frankie ain't pumpin' shit. - Till Lance come back home It's 4 niggas in that clique, Lance they backbone They pussy but if homes say: "Shoot! " [shot] They start shooting But now they at homes wake [gunshot] - and they deep in it recruiting. {DAMN! } Pop already had the block, they said: "Fuck him! " Put niggas in the huddle - gave 'em simple instructions Said - Operation: "Shut-down", the block, 12 o'clock Y'all niggas pull to that strip and let off like thirty shots. [automatic gunshots] {Whoooooo! } To make it hot! [gunshot] - Niggas shot Charlie in the leg But he broke and always beggin' should've shot him in the head. [gunshot] {DAMN! } This cat bustin' busta's, he runnin' Made it to that building Elevator 4th floor He pulled knocked on the door. {SHADYVILLE! } "Papi let me in, I'm shot! Niggas wildin' on the block." "Son I'm hit, no bullshit! " "Oh, shit nigga what the fuck happened? " "Nigga pulled through in the black hooptie and start clappin'! " [gunshot] Come in! Come in! [gunshot] - I'm on some hood shit Just try not to bleed on my my mamas good shit. - DAMN!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Misdemeanor[Verse 1: 50 Cent] From NY to Compton real respect real One hand on the wheel, one hand on the steel Roll that, pass that, cock that, blast that Flip that, flash that, I'm always where the cash at That's why I'm in a nigga crib screaming where the stash at Nigga come up with the chips and get hit This is that beretta bounce, that full clip sound That six shot revolver dance, now spin around Anyday gunplay, friday, monday Strawberry sunday 'll light up your Hyundai Your hoopty hit up, you ain't dead get up Nigga, one to the git-ut, 'll hurt more than your sit ups It's nasty it's foul right, this is what my style like Bang Bang, G-Unit's the gang, man I reload and unload, I explode On the track I'm more addicting than crack, better yet to smack I'll take you higher and higher 50 is fire, word to Maniyah This is just the beginning, I'm not done winning Pray the lord keep me from sinning, the shit that I been in Got me ready to squeeze and breeze, fuck the d's Niggas spit bars, but they not like these This is that porsche carrera Ferrari F-50 flow The type shit that bring flocks of hoes Can you feel it, I make you feel it I'll have the hood in a frenzie on some real shit You rocking with the don dada, the blood clot charters Follow orders, they treat me like I walk on water I'm the tapdance king when I come to the bricks I get to steppin in the name of love and shit Trust me, this is not what they expected The kid back around to wreck shit Niggas reline em, the wolves 'll find em, the jewels 'll blind em The unit be shining like no other motherfucker [50 Cent Outro] It's dirty Ya know we couldn't find an instrumental, so we still had to do What we had to do, you know It's 50 nigga, ya supposed to like it if i say you supposed to Like it Yayo, it's filthy round here man, it smells like prostitution HAHAHA, I'ts going down man all my block niggas, my far rock niggas My Southside niggas, Supton, Linden, Bazeley, 40 projects Every projects You know how we do it man HAHAHA, there's nobody better, niggas know that Come on man, I rap 'til the motherfuckin' beat gone man Niggas is smoking if they think they can fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In Da Club ( Türkçe Versiyon)Hadi, hadi, hadi, hadi Hadi, hadi, hadi kizim (sevgili) Bu senin dogum gunun Dogum gununmus gibi parti yapacagiz Dogum gununmus gibi Bacardi yudumlayacaz Ve bilirsin dogum gunun olup olmamisi sikimizde degil (koro x2) Beni kulupte bulabilirsin, sampanya sisesiyle Bak bende ekstazi var, eger hap almak istiyorsan Ben sex yapmak istiyorum, cinsel iliskiye girmek degil (oynasmak) Bu yuzden gel saril bana eger oksanmak istiyorsan Ön tarafa park ettigimde, 20 inclik tekerlerin uzerinde Benz gorursun 20 kisiyle birden gezdigimde bil ki, 20 bicak vardir kulupte Zenciler Dre ile sikistigimi duymus, simdi sevgi gostermek istiyorlar bana Eminem gibi sattiginda, ve orospular sikismek istiyor Ama dostum hic bir sey degismez agir ol, G ler yukari Xzbit'i Cutt'da gordum o zenci ot'u sarmisti Eger nasil hareket ettigimi izlersen beni bir oyuncu veya pezevenkle karistirabilirsin Bir kac mermiyle vuruldum ama topallayarak yurumuyorum Mahallede kizlar "50 sen cok ateslisin" diyor Beni seviyorlar, beni 'Pac'i sevdikleri gibi sevmelerini istiyorum Ama merhaba New York'takiler zenciler sana kacik oldugumu soylerler Ve planim rap oyununda söz sahibi olmak Odaklanmis hissediyorum adamim, param aklimda Anlasmamdan milyon kazandim ve hala it gibi calisiyorum Simdi kizim(sevgili) dedi ki sitilimi ve akisimi hissediyormus Onun kiz arkadasi biseksuel iliski istiyor ve gitmeye hazirlar (koro x2) Akisim, şovum bana parayi getirdi Bu tüm fantezi seylerimi aldi Evim, arabalarim, havuzlarim, mucevherlerim Bak zenci yukseldim (zirve) ve degismedim Ve sen onu sevmelisin, nefret ettiginden cok daha fazla Zenci kizdin mi sen? Basardigim icin mutlu olacagini dusunmustum Ben bardaki o zenciyim guzel hayata kadeh kaldiran Sen zenci ibne beni geri cekmeye mi calisiyosun oyle mi? Esrarim kulupte calmaya basladiginda, olayim baslar Orospuna goz kirptim, eger gulerse isi bitti Eger cati yanarsa, siktir et yansin Para hakkinda konusuyosan dostum, beni ilgilendirmez Sana Banks'in bana ne dedigini soyleyecegim cunku devam et sitili degistir Eger zenciler nefret ediyorlarsa birak etsinler Paranin artisini izle Ya da bir bardak ickiyle yukari geliriz Ne bokumda oldugumuzu biliyorsun (koro x2) (gulme) Sende nerde oldugumuzu bilmiyormus gibi davranmaya calisma Her zaman kulupteyiz zenci, parti kopmak uzere G*- UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy London Girl Pt. 2[Intro] Uhh, yeah 50, part 2 [Bridge 1] She so sophisticated I think she underrated She happy that I made it From the US back to the UK [Chorus] She's-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl She-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl [Verse 1] She-she's suck me 'til I came then she suck me more She sucked me with a condom then she suck me raw She a freak, my-my London, girl It's not another bitch like her in the whole wide world Hey, Tony (what, bruh?) I think I'm in love This bitch licked all over my ass-crack (uh!) From the window she went to the wall From the tip of the dick to the ball I mean the freakiest shit, she do it all Went from RedTube, Tube8 then YouPorn I told her Lil' Kim said it: "Take it in the butt!" I'm done, she did it, she's a bad ass, what? [Chorus] She's-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl She-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl She's-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl She-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl [Verse 2] I left her on my bed, she was masturbating She told me give it to her, quit procrastinating She's just like me, this is fascinating She's a freak, I'm a freak, isn't this unique? We'll be fucking for an hour I cuff her to the bed, I'm not a cop I'm an outlaw, Billy The Kid Roleplay all day Staircase, hallway, rooftop S-E-X non-stop See the scenery, same position My ghetto Kama Sutra's ill, now listen She flexible, I make her do yoga Twice a day I'm bending her over [Chorus] She's-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl She-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl She's-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl She-she's my London girl My-my-my London girl [Bridge 2] I just came from the USA Now I'm back in the UK I just came from the USA But now I'm back in the UK (AY!) [Outro] She-she's my London girl (I make it look easy, man, damn!) She-she's my London girl My-my-my London girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy See Me BleedingThey wanna see me Bleeding When the Times get harder I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet They wanna see me Bleeding My Blood's always thicker than water Even tho,the waters run deep They wanna see me bleeding Through tha Pain,l just grit my teeth Through the flames I just take on the heat Through my vains runs the heart of the street Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding How did I get in here, life is a livin hell The walls are closing in it feels Like im trapt in prision cell They pray for me to fail But in my face they wish me well But still I persevere Deal with hand I was dealt They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself So they can't tell me nothing Still they all in my grill Try to claim that they real Try to tell me they love me But noone was ever there They wanna see me bleeding I never been scared There ain't nothing I fear Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man They just dont understand I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air Give niggas a runnin chance A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire See im that young nigga OG's hate to admire Its the hate that inspires My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin They wanna see me Bleeding When Times get harder I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet They wanna see me Bleeding My Blood's always thicker than water Even tho,the waters run deep They wanna see me bleeding Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth Through the flames I just take on the heat Through my vains runs the heart of the street Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding Man im ready to ride Why they want me to die They wanna live my life I can see the hate in they eyes Somebody tell me why When I look in the sky He dont ever look down I guess that he dont hear my cries Please show me a sign That I got enough time To get outta the grind A gettin in the shine I’m tryn to hold it down But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around They wanna see me Bleeding My backs against the wall Niggas is all talk come on talk no bite niggas is all bark Im the light in the dark I ignite like a spark The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where u goin if You dont know where ur from So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off They wanna see me Bleeding When Times get harder I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet They wanna see me Bleeding My Blood's always thicker than water Even tho,the waters run deep They wanna see me bleeding Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth Through the flames I just take on the heat Through my vains runs the heart of the street Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding [Outro] Nanananananaaaaaaa(Yeahh) They wanna see me bleeding Nanananananaaaaaaa(uh huh ) They Wanna see(come on) me bleeding Nanananananaaaaaaaa Evrything ain't what it seems Take a look at wat I see One eye on the prize the other on my enemies They wanna see me Bleeding When Times get harder I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet They wanna see me Bleeding My Blood's always thicker than water Even tho,the waters run deep They wanna see me bleeding Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth Through the flames I just take on the heat Through my vains runs the heart of the street Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleedingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dial 911[Intro: 50 Cent] I return, stronger than ever [Hook] I get to creepin' and to crawlin', shell cases get to fallin' Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver Then niggas understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I'm all in So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Dial 911, tell them I got a gun I come through, put that pressure on them Wear that Smith & Wesson on them Damn it I came I cop, you finna go see a lot Six shot body rock and they drop burning hot Bleed nigga bleed till you start feeling cold You know you niggers really don't serve a purpose Less unless you learn to follow all these then become workers If you ask me you're just taking up space I won't hesitate to smack fire out your face [Hook] I get to creepin' and to crawlin', shell cases get to fallin' Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver Then niggas understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I'm all in So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Dial 911, tell them I got a gun I don't give a fuck, I'm also stuck Hide in a burf, 50 put they in work I cut clean through your face, see your teeth through your cheek Seconds before you start to leak all over the street Nigga your people is pussy I mean your homies is stun It's a good time to run before I get to my gun I hit the ashes that you see them I strip hop and the dash Hit the corner out the window, boy I pop at your ass [Hook] I get to creepin' and to crawlin', shell cases get to fallin' Now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver Then niggas understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I'm all in So if you fuck em with the police you niggers better call [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Dial 911, tell them I got a gun 50 till it's nothing left I'ma keep going till there's nothing left Call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahaha I'm just playing with you niggas man When y´ll all hear what I got, oh my god, hahahaha I can feel it, the earthquake is coming Tsunami, damn GGGG-UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Right Thurr[Intro] G-G-G-G-Unit [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You like it when she do that right thurr, right thurr Man, he a trick, he gon' muthafuckin’ pay her, pay her And I got my trey pound seven right herr, right herr You can call the cops if you want I don't care, don't care It’s G-Unit we don't fuckin' play fair, play fair My shit is mine, yo' shit we gotta share, gotta share Dogs off the chain my nigga, be aware, be aware In New York City I'm the muthafuckin' mayor, I'm the mayor I put a hunnid G's on my neck, like don’t stare, don’t stare The lights hit the ice, boy your vision might blur, might blur Bitch get outta line I smack ya ass right herr, right herr Run and tell who ya want I don't muthafuckin’ care, don't care [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr [Bridge: Young Buck] Young Buck in this bitch right, right, right, right, right herr [Verse 2: Young Buck] I snuck in the club wit' a Glock, I got some bud in my sock Holla fuck the cops, they just mad cause I'm hot Thugged out, either get up or get the fuck out Come South, let me show you niggas what Buck ’bout I ain't scared, you coward bitches better beware The Source Awards to the billboards, G-Unit there Here I go, whoever want beef let me know I ain't one of them artists that's on that P. Diddy show I can hit you wit' the scope, or hit you wit' some coke boy Make sure you hit me back soon as you want war [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch right, right, right, right, right thurr [Outro: 50 Cent + LeBron James] Ayo, listen up New York City this the kid 50 Cent You're now tuned into G-Unit Radio It's goin' down ya heard me, G-G-G-G-G-Unit Ayo for all you haters out there, won't y'all check out this new Young BuckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Freestyle (Takin’ It To The Streets)[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah word to B.I.G. man, you niggas have some audacity Sell four mil' then you're half of me Get off my dick on this shit, I know y'all niggas copying my style [Chorus: 50 Cent] They stay at home all alone in the zone off of 50 shit That gangsta music, that makes 'em wanna grab the chrome And just roam on they own Then do it how the gangstas do it, aye [Verse: 50 Cent] You niggas want problems you're welcome Frank's not around anymore, New York's mine Blood set, Crip set, gangsta respect I give niggas the green light, ya get ya whole crew wet You've been rappin' a long time you ain't got chips yet You had that ounce a whole week, nigga you ain't flip bricks Before I leave the crib I make for sure I don't forget shit Mac, check, clip, check, vest, check, I'm ready to roll It's no contest, I'm the coldest from the East Niggas mad I'm doin' good so I wake up to new beef Niggas sayin': "yeah, I know 50 back when his name was Boo" "When he used to pump rock on that roof, before he blew" Then when they come through sayin' what's up, I'm like: "who are you?" We ain't never made no money together then we ain't cool Cocaine, baking soda, pot full of boiling water Teach ya how to cook crack, nigga, how ya like that? Turn a buck into a stack, man I mean a G stack Just took you from three-and-a-half to fourteen, you peep that shit Deep shit, keep shit on the low nigga We roll shit, smoke shit, pass the dro nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent] They stay at home all alone in the zone off of 50 shit That gangsta music, aye, that makes 'em wanna grab the chrome and just roam on they own Then do it how the gangstas do it, aye [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah man, keep it real gangsta like, you know what I'm sayin' November Fourth, G-Unit album in stores November Fourth, G-Unit sneakers in stores It's goin' down like that you know what I'm sayin' Silverback guerillas in the concrete jungle baby You gotta love itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Like Me Better RichTheres something about the way I get it I do, I get it Theres something about the way I did it Like there’s nothing to it [Hook] You don’t wanna see a nigga doing bad My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag You see shit clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the .44 mag Shut up your bitch, nigga, show me where the stash Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit Nigga time, money, money time Smoke the barrell of the nine See ya see ya blood leak Tell ya punk ass weak Lay down, stay down Go ‘head kiss the ? Police box me in, I will kill a hostage Bang bang close range, there won't be no get back For the last time nigga, tell us where the shit at You’re working my nerves and I ain't got patience Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it [Hook] This little light of mine, I’m gon let it shine Right under the barrell, I’m sure I won't miss Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet Your catching hot, hell so far away Cough up the cash before shit get really bad You don’t really really wanna see a nigga when he mad [Hook] Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound Some of you niggas ain't even up on this Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time This shit gon bring chills up your spine G-g-g-g-g-unitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy MTV Intro[50 Cent] G UNIT! [Broadcaster] MTV News On MTV2 [DJ Whoo Kid] Whoo Kid [Gideon Yego] Hi I'm Gideon Yego with MTV news Four weeks strong at number one and The Eminem Show is still outperforming almost every other record released this year One shady fellow not included on the DVD but who we're sure to see alot of soon Is the newest soldier of Eminem and Dr. Dre's Shady/Aftermath army, 50 Cent 50 Cent is a highly touted acid tounged Queens, rapper A staple on New York City's mixtape circuit He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Sha Money, and Eminem himself Get psyched That is the news for now Ggg-gg-gg-gg-gg-gg UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Shot Ya?[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, uh-huh, yeah I got it, keep going Here we go, Flex [Verse 1: 50 Cent] If dead men can talk, can you sleep? Yo homie told you who got him Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga who shot him, or would you start switchin' up? You thinkin' 'bout the penitentiary, you bitchin' up What if he said money ain't everything? The hood raised us wrong All jux'll get your money long, but look here I'm gone Would that touch your heart, have you feelin' funny inside? Would that be enough to make yo punk ass ride? What if he gave you a little list of things to do? Said he wouldn't have to die, he could live through you Would you, load the gat and get ready to ride? Or would you lock the door at yo crib and hide? It's a cold world even when it's hot outside Whether sun shine or rain, you still feel pain Hit him 'cause he gave you strength, now you in a daze Yo homie- is in his grave, cause you- Y'all know who killed him, filled him with them [?] and the [?] and the Deserts Them boys smoked your homie, you ain't gon' do nothin' back? Not even if he told you "You next and get clapped"? Don't take much for them shells to make a mess of you Yo peoples gon' prolly cremate and burn the rest of you Yeah, get 'em! [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Ayo, ayo, it's T-O-N-Y Y-A-Y-O The light on the .44'll light up yo [?] Bag gettin' chopped at the [?] and the blender So the coupe got TV, and the trail spinners I'ma hustle like Larry Flint, fly pimp in bulletproof [?] with [?] I catch stunts like Evel Knievel I got that diesel and that X, and I'm not Vin Diesel Yo, I know you love the choppy flow, the rocks that glow I'll have your man laid out in a hospital He wasn't thinking with his mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo! [Outro: 50 Cent] Woah, 50 Cent, 50 Cent G-Unit, ha ha You want beef with me? Take a number and get in line You want pairs with me? I pop ya top off with the nine You mad at me? Shit, 'cause you can't shine You ain't gettin' yours? That's fucked up 'cause I'm gettin' mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get On The Floor[Verse 1: 50 Cent] If I ever go broke, I'ma kick in your door, waving the four Screaming "Get the fuck on the floor, and gimme the raw!" Listen, killing rap niggas wasn't part of the plan It's the way these niggas talk man, they forcing my hand I'm the same over beats, as I am on the streets If I have to, I'll kill a motherfucker to eat I got gats, clips, chips, whips Bricks to flip, and a flow that's sick My rhyming time is precise like I'm doing the heist, I'm nice Get out of line and you'll get sacrificed like Christ Look at these fake playa niggas fronting like they macking Drop the "m" off of macking, then you have it they acting In Queens we got lil' niggas running around packing Not little guns, this shit is bigger than Pun Let me find out you thinking about thumping with me The pussy club on your nine won't rump with me [Verse 2: Nature] Now that Martin Luther King know his time was short, being pro-black Turn the other cheek, nigga hold that It's gain my niggas respect, it's V-I-O- L-E-N-C-E is what I be when I see my foes It's automatic, anytime, anywhere, grizzly bears Shots going off, kids get scared I go from Queensbridge to park slow. Across the world Leaving trails of hoes that got they heart broke I puff the dark smoke, usually, mix it with greens, look what it do to me: Have me fucked up before puberty If I had one wish and the shit'll come true A nigga live to be a hundred and two All I need is a two-pay, call it a new day Immigrant prostitutes like "papa how much you pay?" Got to lose weight, niggas say I'm way too big Bad habits, call a shop, and stay way too jigg, motherfuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sandbox Interlude[50 Talkin`] Listen man Everybody know me know I don?t forget nuthin` If you kicked sand on me in the sandbox when we was kids Imma catch you and kick your fuckin` ass for that now HaHa! !EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Leaving InterscopeAfter battling with his major label for years, 50 Cent has decided to become an independent artist. The rapper announced Thursday that he's leaving his longtime record label, Universal Music Group's Interscope Records, and Eminem's imprint, Shady/Aftermath. The Grammy winner and his G-Unit Records have signed a distribution agreement with Caroline, the independent label at Capital Music Group. Capitol is one of the many labels that are part of Universal Music Group. 50 Cent launched an ultra-successful, six-times platinum debut with "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" in 2003, when he burst on the music scene with Eminem as his mentor. His sophomore album, 2005's "The Massacre" was almost as successful, but other albums didn't match his previous efforts and he expressed his unhappiness with his label. 50 Cent had been planning to release a fifth album on the label, but it was set with multiple release dates and singles, and eventfully didn't see a release. His last album was 2009's "Before I Self Destruct," which also had several release dates. "I have had great success to date with Shady/Aftermath/Interscope and I'd like to thank Eminem and Dr. Dre for giving me an incredible opportunity," 50 Cent said in a statement. "I've learned so much from them through the years. I am excited to enter this new era where I can carry out my creative vision." 50 Cent had a plethora of hits early in his career that dominated the pop, rap and R&B charts, from "P.I.M.P." to "Candy Shop" to the anthemic "In da Club," which introduced the young rapper aside Dr. Dre and Eminem. "Both myself and Shady Records are grateful to have had the chance to play a part in 50's career," Eminem said in a statement. "Shady simply would not be what it is without 50 Cent. I've developed a great friendship with 50 over the years, and that's not going to change. We know 50 will have success in his new situation, and we remain supporters of both him and G-Unit." The rapper, born Curtis Jackson, has also been a success outside of music, from film roles to fashion to books. 50 Cent's new album, "Animal Ambition," will be released June 3. Caroline has recently distributed albums by Korn and rapper E-40. (Report by ABC News)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stop Crying (’06)[intro] What the fuck is the matter with this nigga man? Man I don't know what's wrong with that nigga man. Fuck is you crying for man? What is the matter? Fuck that nigga [?]. Well this is Southside man. It ain't gonna change. Naaaaaw. You know its gonna get worse before it gets better. Trust me [Verse 1] It's not me and my bitch, it's me and my six Me and my P90, and two of them clips Holla at me, my niggas put it in for the chips They'll kill for the bricks, turn em in to the whips With the shiny shoes, you know how they do It's not just a job, it's a hobby too I'm bred for this, I was born into it Before I could walk the talk a nigga momma would do it Stash dope in the diaper, ratchet in my stroller I was born a gangsta nigga, now remember I told ya So when I'm back packing my ratchet, im back on the strip I'm back flippin, trippin and smacking a bitch Don't be suprised or mesmerized how I'm on it Nigga front and you can get it, now how you want it? With the razor, with the knife, with the pistol, with the ice Pick is so big, it should depart you tricks Shit [Outro] Shit crazy out here man. It's hot man, niggas ain't getting no fucking money. I can tell when they looking at me they like "Yo Fifty man, help me man". They crying for help baby. I come through, they like "Whaddup". You know what I mean? They see me baby, I'm with the top down, I got the AC blowing. I'm like "Yo, whatup nigga, nah hell no I ain't stopping. Ah-ha-ha. What you want to talk to me about nigga? No I ain't got no help for you, I'll let you hold something. Nigga, I'll let you hold a hollow tip nigga. I'm not letting you hold nothing else nigga, cause I can't remember these niggas letting me hold nothing." If something wrong with that niggas ain't never letting me borrow nothing! I'm staying out there, fucked up, now they expect me to do something for them. Man fuck that man! 50 CentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Unbelievable Freestyle (The Illest)[Intro: 50 Cent + The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, uh-huh, yeah 50 Cent (Biggie Smalls) is the illest For sure, for sure, haha 50 Cent (Biggie Smalls) is the illest 50 Cent-50-50-50 Cent, 50-50-50-50 Cent is the illest 50-50-50 Cent is the illest [Verse: 50 Cent] Live from Southside, son's the livest one Representin’ NY to the fullest, gats I pull it You bastards duckin' cause 50 buckin' In my bathroom fuckin’, it ain't nothin' These hoes got a thing for the kid I hit it once then roll a blunt, a bitch'll give me keys to the crib So you know it's like...where I lay my hat is my home Break time man the bitch is on her own Got all types of bills of my own If you lookin' for a nigga to pay your bills ya dead wrong I ain't no trick bitch, I'm a ma-fuckin’ pimp No Cadillac, no jheri curl, no cane, and no limp 2003, no P.I.M.P., G-Unit sneakers matchin’ the throwback, bitch ya know that Be a witness to this, tell everyone you seen this Every freestyle's a commercial, I’m a marketing genius [Outro: 50 Cent + Unbelievable Sample] It's unbelievable 50-50 Cent is the illest It's unbelievable 50-50 Cent is the illest I wanna give a shoutout to [?] Aye, you know Whoo Kid supposed to be the number one DJ this year Just wanna put that bug in your ear man, so you know Selling those tapes, that don't count? 50-50 Cent is the illestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy HolyRepre$ent[Вступление: HolyGolik] Микстейп Про Evolution, homie Микстейп вышел [Припев: HolyGolik] Микстейп Про Evolution, homie Ты его послушал, homie Если не послушал Holy crap, вылазь на (?) полный Я сменил много команд, но я всегда был в лучшей форме Прущий dope, попробуй и забудь, но потом тут же вспомни (ту-ту-ту) [Куплет: HolyGolik] Мы отдыхаем на елецкой дискотеке Но мы хаслим эти деньги, ты стреляешь эти деньги Тебе видимо пора искать лекарства и аптеки Твоя hoe вчера болела за Мовца в Ионотеке Вы как звери, грайм-собаки, тигры, перья, псы в вольере Кошки-мышки, Том и Джерри, holy-frolly, Джим и Керри Мой отряд несёт мне henny, твой отряд несёт потери. Я перемешал всё Не оставил тебе шансов Эй, kill-kill-kill Мутим double triple kill Мой kill streak настолько длинный, homie, я его забыл Спрятал файлы Эти треки как крестражи чтоб потом найти себя Не пришёл на день рожденья он бымного потерял Респектую старой школе дико долго на повторе Теперь их караоке - выступать в караоке [Припев: HolyGolik] Микстейп Про Evolution, homie Ты его послушал, homie Если не послушал, homie Holy crap, вылазь на (?) полный Я сменил много команд, но я всегда был в лучшей форме Попробуй и забудь, но лучше вспомни (ту-ту-ту)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Legends Don’t Die[Intro: 50 Cent] G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit [Chorus: 50 Cent] Legends don't die, nigga Legends don't ride Legends don't cry, nigga Legends don't ride [Verse: T-Pain] I ain't gon' accept the fact all of my niggas dyin' How am I gon' accept the fact none of my niggas ridin' How can I expect the fact all of my niggas dryin' I still ain't respect the fact all of my niggas dyin' [Chorus: 50 Cent] Legends don't die, nigga Legends don't ride Legends don't cry, nigga Legends don't rideEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy This Is Murder, Not Music (Official Remix)[Verse 1: 50 cent] I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in a holding pen Man, how the fuck did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fuckin' loser I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas Gemstars open niggas up like barettas I'm tryna' be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack A buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that [Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had your style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it [Verse 2: Young Buck] Same night from the Vibe awards Still with me looking for some new spinal cords Fuck your life and see the mind of yours Concrete floors, I still feel like I'm behind them doors I want war I'm Read up for Teed up I'm getting fast money but I need to speed up These Niggas kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up Hold up Buck, ease up Put some bodies in a box from Maserati fox New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shots A couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one cent better not be missing I don't listen, I'm hard headed Just one but you all get it my niggers all breaded its crum' just to beat the case I see death when I see your face And even at this pace ima still lead the race This Buck [Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had the style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it [Verse 3: YobyDren] This is Music, This is not Murder Im Cookin' crack up on the track just so i can serve yah Im YobyDren from DeadSea the Cliq you Probably heard of Put any beat in front of me and i'll Murder With my Microphone as my Desert Eagle This shit should Just be Illegal Haters talk..Can't hear Em' Voice is Smaller than ah Beetle Layin' bars Sharper than some Hollow Tips My words My Ammo excuse me while i load this Clip When my lyrics hit your heart it tears your mind apart This ain't Bullshit Rap homie im speakin Art This music shit im very passionate, this shit is not an accident Im drawn to this Hip-Hop Game just like ah Magnet You gotta have ah Open Mind so yall can feel my rhymes You don't have ah Open Mind then im just waistin My Time This Is Hip-Hop Dpn't You Disrespect It Or We'll Leave your life lookin like the inside of An Unbought Casket Bitch [Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had the style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it [Outro] Yeah, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win I'mma make you watch me win over and over again You already know what it is with me motherfucker This shit, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers I'm gettin'... I got 100 d-dollar bills, for real nigga All I'mma do is this man You hear that sound in the background? I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga When I count more than your momma house I'mma take a break. Go get a new stack Hand me that money over there What we gon' do? All year long It's back to 50, you already know Get the money, and shut the fuck up Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin' Right after you get in the way We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire" It's over nigga Back to the script, you know how this shit go How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now I got a alligator on nigga! You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!? Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga Let me do what I doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heat Türkçe Çeviri[Nakarat] Eğer ortada bir hasımlık varsa silahı çek ve şarjörü boşalt Dram gerçekten benim için hiçbir anlam ifade etmiyor Sürüşe geçer ve beynini uçururum Zenciler silahlarını çekip üzerine çullandıklarında, silahını çekmek için vakit yok Bunu durdurabilmenin bir yolu yok Ne yapmam gerekirse onu yaparım, eğer yakalanırsam bu umrumda olmaz DA bu amına koyduğum kaydını mahkemede çalabilir Öldürürüm seni Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok Savunmasızken yakalar öldürürüm seni Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok [1. Verse] Siktiğim kafatasın patlatılana kadar şeker olduğumu düşünmeye devam et Ve beynin yerinden fırlar *kutudaki Jack gibi Mahallede yaz vakti öldürme sezonudur (mevsimi) Bu sürtüğün ateşli olması (kanının kaynaması) yeterince iyi bir sebep Kanamaya başladıklarında gangsterlerin dindarlaştığını gördüm ''Tanrım, İsa yardım et bana.'' diyorlar çünkü kan götlerinden sızıyor Camlar açılıp A.K47 dışarı çıktığında Mermin tükenene dek silahına sarılabilirsin Ve desteğine (götünü kollayacak kimselere) koşabilirsin Fakat bu makineli tüfek mermileri desteğini paramparça edecek Tanrı senin tarafında he? Benim için hava hoş Çünkü bu şarjörleri tekrardan doldurup hemen döneceğiz Bu gerçek, dostum(!), bana karşıysan boku yedin demektir Silahı bir hışımla çekerim, eğer kaçınabilirsen bil ki *Bayan Şans'tan daha şanslısın Bak zenci, güvende olduğunu düşünme mahalleden taşındın diye Çünkü annen hala buralarda ve bu hiç iyi değil ahbap Akıllı olsaydın sözde(!) *taşaklı olduğuna beni ikna edebilirdin Seni aramaktan yorulduğumdan Annenin evini tarayıp beni aramana izin vereceğim (sağlayacağım) [Nakarat] Eğer ortada bir hasımlık varsa silahı çek ve şarjörü boşalt Dram gerçekten benim için hiçbir anlam ifade etmiyor Sürüşe geçer ve beynini uçururum Zenciler silahlarını çekip üzerine çullandıklarında, silahını çekmek için vakit yok Bunu durdurabilmenin bir yolu yok Ne yapmam gerekirse onu yaparım, eğer yakalanırsam bu umrumda olmaz DA bu amına koyduğum kaydını mahkemede çalabilir Öldürürüm seni Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok Savunmasızken yakalar öldürürüm seni Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok [2. Verse] Kalbim senin için kanıyor zenci, sana ulaşmak için bekleyemem Gözlerindeki o ışıltının ardında içindeki sürtüğü görebiliyorum Sokak ağzını bilirsin zenci Bu yüzden ne beyaz bayraklar ne de barış müzakereleri olacak Sırtımı rüzgara verdim Güneş yanıp sönene dek *bu yoldayım Eğer ölürsem bugün, *iyi bir hayat sürdüm (gözüm açık gitmem) İçinde bulunduğum çatışmaları gör, kendi başımayım Mahsur kaldım kendi başıma tüm bu uğraşlar içinde Kendimi bir milyoner yaptım, kendi başıma Şimdi olay değişti amına koyduğum, biraz yardım kiralayabilirim (parayla destek) Mahalleye koyduğun 50 bin dolarla ilgili duyumlar aldım Fakat tetikçin vurulmak konusunda endişeli ve bu onun için hiç iyi olmaz Acının tanımı yaparım bir tabanca ile Eğer hayatta kalsan dahi yine de kemiklerin yağmur yağdığında sızlıyor olacak Oh yoksa savaşgemisi oynamakta üstüne yok mu? Peki ama bu aynı şey değil Küçük dostum(!) bu tamamiyle farklı çeşit bir savaş oyunu Eziklerin ya kelepçe ve amına koyduğum zincirleriyle (hapsolmak) Ya da caddelerde beyinleri akar vaziyette yatarak yolun sonuna geldiklerini görüyorum [Nakarat] Eğer ortada bir hasımlık varsa silahı çek ve şarjörü boşalt Dram gerçekten benim için hiçbir anlam ifade etmiyor Sürüşe geçer ve beynini uçururum Zenciler silahlarını çekip üzerine çullandıklarında, silahını çekmek için vakit yok Bunu durdurabilmenin bir yolu yok Ne yapmam gerekirse onu yaparım, eğer yakalanırsam bu umrumda olmaz DA bu amına koyduğum kaydını mahkemede çalabilir Öldürürüm seni Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok Savunmasızken yakalar öldürürüm seni Şakam yok, dediğime kulak ver, dostum(!), şakam yok [Köprü (Geçiş)] Yumruk kavgasından sonra kurşunlar konuşur dostum(!) ve beni en iyi şekilde göreceksin (en iyi şekilde) Eğer vurulmak istemiyorsan sana tavsiyem sabrımı sınama (sınama) Yaptığım her yanlışla (her hatamla) Tanrı beni kutsamaya devam ediyor (beni kutsamaya) Rap yapmaktan (oyuna dahil olmaktan) çekiniyorsun çünkü tarif Dr. Dre'de (tarif, tarif) [Bitiş] Evet, ha ha, hey Dre Bu amına koyduğum şeyinde bana gerçek bir kurşun geçirmez olduğumu hissettiriyorsun Çünkü amına koyuduğum Mercedesimdeki camlar kurşun geçirmez zenci Çünkü amına koyduğum yeleğim kurşun geçirmez zenci Çünkü amına koyduğum şapkam kurşun geçirmez zenci Doc vurulursam sarsıntı geçirebiliceğimi söyledi Fakat kafada bir delik açılmasından daha iyidir değil mi zenci?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Glow[Verse 1] Some friends turn foes over money and hoes When they family ain't tight, and they money ain't right When you party with me, you party all night Cause I ain't with doing nothing if we ain't doing it right Playa haters, when they getting face-to-face altercations They be getting played like Sony PlayStation When the feds having fun, cockblockers try to stop me And thirsty cats be in the background trying to clap me I see them when they start scheming I know what they thinking of Mad at us for being players And they can't get no love (I see you, playa) What it boil down to, cause my flow's hot Your flow... hmmm, your flow's not You're so-so going against 50 Cent, that's a no-no Y'all know better than that [Hook] Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug [Verse 2] First it was me and my pistol, but since the last mistrial Spin up a Cristal, I'm living it up My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked the lawbook for my name I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a Mason Money is power, envy is cash, breed evil I could be robbed with the jewels I drop Came into the store a year ago, I decided to stack chips on the whip Push the hoot, now I be sitting on Beach Huevo Contemplating coping the Coupe... Hmm, should I? Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?" When I breach you serve you bricks, through time to beat you Send you back if you headed to your people Threw out my chest when I make power moves like I'm right on the L [Hook] Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug [Verse 3] You wanna party with me, come on, party with me Oh, you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, Moet or Dom P? Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me I'm caught up, in my ghetto way of thinking From the ice, to the minks, to the champagne we drinking Big boys is playing Benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch Lorenzos Follow me, round and round, the club 3 and a quarter drop-tops with hard tops 20 whips for chip; that's it Average joes who flip bricks My team flash keys like they grow on trees When it's hot, park the whips and ride bikes If you woolying through traffic on the turn-bikes, aight [Hook] Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thugEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bump Bump Bump (Remix)[Intro] [50 Cent:] GGGG-G-UNIT! [P. Diddy] We goin' do this over as we proceed to give you what you need We sending this out to all the ladies all over the world All the ladies all over the world All my sexy mamas come on Come on a come on now As we proceed to give you what you need You know I like it when your body goes [B2K] Bump bump bump [50 Cent] G-UNIT! [P. Diddy] Bad boy, B2K, don't stop ahh {50 Cent} She ain't that chick from the burbs that's a stranger to drama She that Uptown Girl with the cock persona Went out her way to let her know that I want her I told her I - know fo' sho' we belong together And I wouldn't break her heart, my intentions are better And I, shared the same dreams she had about cheddar When the D's came she was down to hold the baretta I got a thing for babygirls, me and her against the world WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO [Omarion:] I like your little sexy style Love it when you getting wild Girl in the club with me Girl, you need to be in magazines Wear a crown on your head cause you're a ghetto queen Like bling bling bling The way you shaking that sexy (ass) Your body shaped like an hour glass Baby we need to spend some time I wanna get you to myself Me and nobody else And do the things we do Baby there is something that I need from you [Chorus: B2K + (Omarion)} Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go Bump, bump, bump (That is all I want to see Baby show me, show me) Baby turn around And let me see that sexy body go Bump, bump, bump (The way you're throwing that thing at me I can't take it, baby) [2nd verse, come on] [Verse 2: Omarion + (P.Diddy)] I love the way you're teasing me Gonna have to stop pleasing me While we're on this floor You're kicking it round and round I love the way you put it down You're making me scream for more Put your 2-way next to mine Baby hit me anytime You and me behind closed doors You're about to be my main squeeze Take trips, cop shiny things Girl just come with me Now, mama, go ahead do the damn thing [Chorus:] Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go Bump, bump, bump (That is all I want to see Baby show me, show me) Baby turn around And let me see that sexy body go Bump, bump, bump (The way you're throwing that thing at me I can't take it, baby) (50 Cent baby boy baby) I can take it {Vesre 3: 50 Cent} You're sunshine, your smile make my day It's simple - your dimple your eyes Your lips, your thighs, got me hypnotized Communication's deep, I love it when we talk Hate it when you leave but when you leave I love to watch you walk You make a nigga forget about a life full of drama She got expensive taste, she get it from her momma Materialistic; still a nigga want her Consistantly missin' her touch when she gone, uhh She smell like Chanel, she feelin' me and I can tell With the right woman by my side I feel like I can't fail I've been around been up and down my attitude is fuckin ass She a rider, I'm in heaven when I'm inside her Workin' up a sweat, kissin' on her neck, "12 Play" in the deck Fo'play correct, have her drippin' wet She looked in my eyes and say she like it but I know she love it I just keep doin' what I'm doin' and think nuttin' of it [Chorus] Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go Bump, bump, bump (That is all I want to see Baby show me, show me) Baby turn around And let me see that sexy body go Bump, bump, bump (The way you're throwing that thing at me I can't take it, baby) 50 Cent, G-g-g-g-G-Unit Baby turn around And let me see that sexy body go Bump bump bump (yeah) 50 Cent That is all i want to see Baby show me (come on) Baby turn around And let me see that sexy body go Bump bump bump (The way you're throwing that thing at me I can't take it, baby)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Do I Sound Crazy Pt. 1[Interlude:] Do I, do I, do I, do I, do I, do I, do I sound crazy? She ain't the same girl she was when she was 16 She want her tummy tuck, she want her breast reduc She ain't sexy, but she like to fuck She give head now, she coming through my whole block She deapthroat [?], she swallo your whole cock The bitch is a pro Damb I love that hoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Signs To Independent Label Caroline/CapitolFebruary 20, 2014 50 Cent announced today that he has signed an exclusive worldwide distribution and services agreement with Caroline/Capitol/UMG. The superstar recording artist transitions to independent status after a successful twelve years at Shady/Aftermath/Interscope, during which time he sold more than 30 million albums. 50 Cent's highly successful catalog, including Get Rich or Die Tryin', The Massacre, Curtis and Before I Self Destruct, will continue to be marketed and released by Shady/Aftermath/Interscope The artist's first album under the new agreement will be Animal Ambition, scheduled for release on June 3rd. Album pre-orders will begin on March 18th and fans will immediately receive two instant gratification tracks and the corresponding videos will premiere online. An additional song and video will launch each week leading up to the album's release 50 Cent commented: I have had great success to date with Shady/Aftermath/Interscope and I'd like to thank Eminem and Dr. Dre for giving me an incredible opportunity. I've learned so much from them through the years. I am excited to enter this new era where I can carry out my creative visionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jerk[50 Cent] Next and 50 (Uh-huh) Next and 50 Next and 50 Next and 50 Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life Playboy November issue page three was my wife I ain't never had a problem with going for dough I did a Jordan in the box I grew it myself I go up and down like a merry go round Visions of some...splash I touch on myself when ain't no shorties to touch me After this joint half the hood gon' want to fuck me [R.L.] I can imagine you're here In your Vicky panties and brassier yeah It's like your sexy moans I hear Got a player gettin' wet down there, I swear I close my eyes and when you appear Me on top you on top even from the rear yeah Call in sick to work Can't get worse, damn I'm a jerk 1 - [Next] I'm all alone and I'm trippin' my girl I keep on missin Got me fiendin' for the kitten I call but she don't listen I make the decision to handle my own business Back and forth with the rhythm Till I make the jizm I'm a jerk [R.L.] I e-mailed you, tried the cell too Tried to contact you But I failed too Pants swelled too What should I do? Touch myself? When I thought about you [50 Cent] Yo, yo at the end of the road Home sick than being sick of home I'd rather have a short to help me Then do it on my own Check me out I'd rather beat my own dick than trick That's a quote from BIG I take it back ya dig? I play the block to get my work off D's come I murk off Do a bid for rape fuck that I'd rather jerk off Listen time's money so I'm only into quickies I'm not a pretty boy so I ain't never been picky I make it real easy for you to bop to this Man I pop the Cris and I rock the wrist New CL 500 I'mma cop this shit It only come hard top so I'mma chop this shit Ballers they don't chase chicks they chase chips Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit Only a selected few can rock to this Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin' this? Repeat 1 (2x) Loving me like me Especially when wife be acting funny Cause it don't need for no money And it can be so lovely Take your hand and aim to please Don't drip a drip on your Dungarees Take a towel and cover your jeans Move it back and forth till you see babies Repeat 1 (2x) I'm a jerk, if your a jerk How do it work? Show me how you move it back and forth now baby For the guys and the girls Move it all around now work, oh yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy This Is Murder Not Music Remix[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen Man, how the fuck did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch You told me do it, don't act like you ain't told me do it You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser I fly the kite, my little man'll cut his sister up He loves his bitch, you snatch her he'll start switching up I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas I'm trying to be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared, Jack A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that [Hook] This is murder, this is not music I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well, I do it like there's nothing to it [Verse 2: Arny] I'm tryna come up they want me to lose again I ain't confused flashback im on my moves again Situations get ugly you can see the real friends Stab you in the back whilst you stuck in the pen Diabolical i’m satans angel with the weapon You want me to be the bad guy i guess i am then No point doing good when i got a black heart Well i guess i'm gonna use the shells of the mac as darts Sincere life is not clear from the start Call me the paper boy chasing dreams god plz dont tear em apart Have i got there or am i there yet i say that i should believe No one loves you they figure out you were there all along when they grief I separated as a child called myself an outcast because of my teeth, I knew i was sharp a different species predator on the gully streets Happiness suppose to surround you not when you're walking in my feet, I’m still striving for success i want to achieve until i reach defeat Get at me uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thuggin Til I’m GoneBusiness What's up niggas, yeah You niggas know I ain't going nowhere I am the hood (Is it because I'm black?) Only time you niggas gon see me Is when I'm gon get my motherfuck money on niga But I'll be back, hold up niga Young buck let's go Buck Marley nigga tell me where the weed at I pop a nigga tonight then listen for the feedback You see who did it but I bet you keep your mouth closed I dont know about yall but that's how the dirty south go Check your rear view and please lock your front doors Niggas like me we be all in your household While your out cold niggas in your stashbox Tryin' to play that hero role and get that ass popped Thе devil made me do it now I'm scrеamin (Oh lord) Tryin' to beat this case and it's so hard Preparing myself to go against the next man Loading up with my right and shooting with my left handEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nobody Eat[Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat [Verse 1: 50 Cent] [?] My flow will fuck with your mental, my hooka fuck up your dentle [?] the shit [?] [?] 9 11 wrental to a Linkin contenental On the grand central, getting head from this badass oriental Never diss a nigga accidental Shit if I did it I meant to [Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on top, but if I ever hit rock, [?] still make shit hot In your spot, use the Glock, moving the M Move or you get shot, give me everything you got "Man, even my gold teath?", nigga, you think not? This rap shit I got it locked, paper I need a lot Safe to say, in the future, they see me with a yacht I don't [?] but I let my bitch front in my drop There's a dice game and I'm hurting, I'm taking the pot If I get caught without my Glock, I'm going to [?] [?] be right back on the block Look at Billboard, find my name, find my dot [?] cause everything I spit be hot Imma keep going and flowing until you niggas scream "stop" [Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat [Verse 3: Scarlett] Scarlett fever, con diva Slick bitch quick to leave ya Deceive ya and cop weight to indonesia [?] but you ain't no threat to a bitch like me You could ice me, but step on my toes ever so slightly And Imma scorch yo punk ass In a 9 [?] Young bitch imortal, [?] can't get a morcal [?] I'm bout to set sail Fuck waiting to exhale, I'm on the block for the next sale Why you swaring you rhyme hot? Cause you got it locked like Comstock? You bout to get robbed, so put the money back on your block Them Glocks they blasting, [?] [?], niggas like you gotta get blasted Takeover hostile, [?] Next time we find your ass, you gon be a fosel [?], picture leaving me in the gutter It's off with your mom's head [?] cutter Your style is butter, yeah but my shit is like no other Won't hesitate to cut ya, if you not on my team I don't trust ya [Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Many MenNeed you to pray for me? Which leads you to want me to when I need to know where I'm heading because I know we both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica, Queens to street kids now men just said head in this way. But before going into that, let's start from the beginning The weight of the movement is cloud being done Are you ready to do this? I'm ready to merge This clan. Please give me across the street. Are you ready? I'm ready I'm ready They'll give me close to see let me go Which there for me I'm destined to take my life away. You don't see that a watch this outcome in too many men. Man Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen My god we get to read on the dominant and then a big fan. I'm going to grill King and I've been crying when I'm so special happened every time I'm the greatest. Something like the humble. So my gun got a tip and Nick Go ahead. Use your head. turn your back on me. I'm gonna chip on my shoulder Tom buck to clip in your face. Many many many men wish there were still many men. Many many. Wouldn't be special. If it wasn't for writing. Journal wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain. Deaf got to be easy. Because life is hard. It is the physically mentally and emotionally scarred This is for Monday. Doing like behind bars I don't see only God can judge me cuz I see things clear. Quick this practice is I'm like posing Goodfellas like Malcolm by any means with a gun in my palm. Slim sweet side. But you want me to doubt many men? many many many many men wish death And mercy only somewhere many many, many many many many men protected me but I still stay with my good My name is niggas keep sexy some bits don't put a hex on me know much. I got a tummy tuck. I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time, but you will get it nigga. You can read between the lines and the Bible says what goes around comes around. I'm gonna shot me three weeks later he got shot down. Now it's clear that I'm here for real reason. Because he got hit like I got hit but he fucking breathe. The sky and mercy only so many men, many, many, many, many men He both came up on the gritty streets to make queens to streak is now meant to set head in this wayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Interlude (Smokin’ Day 2)[50 Cent] Aye nigga, every time I touchdown in LA I be like: aye what's up with the nigga Snoop? You know what I’m sayin' cause I need to smoke some of that good shit nigga I don't want none of that aight shit, you know what I’m sayin' I'm in California I need some of that bomb shit, you know what I'm sayin' I smoke some shit with the nigga one time I'ma tell 'em I'ma tell these niggas Snoop, you know what I’m sayin’ I smoke some shit with the nigga Snoop one time, shit had my muthafuckin'- seeing three I seen three Whoo Kids after I finished smokin’ that shit, you know what I'm sayin' But I'ma chill off of that shit, I don’t know what the fuck that was That shit, what the fuck was that, crack?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Outro (Smokin’ Day 2)[50 Cent] Y-you know what I mean, I'm hot right now, ya heard me You know what I mean, taking a bitch to the date on a ATM You wonder why my G-Unit piece spin, I get my hoes dizzy with the piece, ya heard me They be watchin' the G go around and shit, you know what I'm sayin' It's big pimpin' goin' on You tell baby I said, he ain't that know how to do this, ya heard me I'm a stunna too Baby Pop-popEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (GUR2)[50 Cent] My mom always told me: "whatever you do, you be the best at it" and I just figured out what I wanna be, I wanna be a bad guy (laughs) I wanna be the best fucking bad guy you've seen so far, I just want you to know I like it when you say I'm a bad guy (laughs)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shut Your Bloodclot Mouth[Intro] “Police say one man with a gun shot five people and sent hundreds running for cover Chaos around noon time turned this busy Queens street into a crime scene Scattered here on the concrete, five victims shot randomly.” [Hook] (thisis50.com) Shot your bloodclot mouth Shot your bloodclot mouth (Pussy boy, you don't know what you’re talking ‘bout) Shot your bloodclot mouth Shot your bloodclot mouth I’m a Southside nigga, niggas know what I’m about Shot your bloodclot mouth Niggas stunt, I’ll bring them hammers out, we're airing niggas out (shut up) Shot your bloodclot mouth [Verse 1] Niggas want beef, grab the straps, I hit them hard as a freight train Mad dog, great dane, bang with [?] game Boy you get the best of me, you better burn the rest of me Chеf the nigga specialty, you want to hear thе recipe? Cocaine, baking soda, glass pot, boiling water Don’t forget the ice, nigga, I’m nice Look, I’m no new jack, but I’m so Nino Hotter than cappuccino, track by Preemo It’s that mop stick, icepick, Attica style Put your face in front of the barrel, I’ll splatter it now It’s the venom, the momentum, you could feel it in the Viper Slither like a snake, I’ll choke a nigga like a lifer Shorty suck cock like a pro, you should wife her Hoes follow me like I’m the fucking Pied Piper [?], I don’t like her, [?], I don’t want her [?], I like her, [?] I get to whore her Life stroke, death stroke, right stroke, left stroke I make sure the condom on before I let go [Hook] (thisis50.com) Shot your bloodclot mouth Shot your bloodclot mouth (Pussy boy, you don't know what you’re talking ‘bout) Shot your bloodclot mouth Shot your bloodclot mouth I’m a Southside nigga, niggas know what I’m about Shot your bloodclot mouth (shut up) Niggas stunt, I’ll bring them hammers out, we're airing niggas out Shot your bloodclot mouth [Outro] Shut up, I’m trying to talk, motherfuckers This that Preemo shit This what Preemo was talking about You want me back on the street, I’m on the street, baby Yeah 718, we 187 all the time Niggas want to bump heads, bang with me, what up Whatever I’m out, the goons is out Niggas front on me, they gon’ think we’re making a movie Niggas be like, “oh shit, son, that’s that shit Rambo have” You see that motherfucker going off Niggas going to see Ha ha ha Niggas ha God I can’t wait ‘til these niggas get stupid They think it’s WWF until they see that motherfucking hammer fly Then they go, “oh shit” Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Man fuck this shit, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Poetics Podcast Freestyle[Verse: 50 Cent] I don't want my face on your Snapchat, I blackjack You can fuck around and get clapped at No iPhones, no GoPro, no, no, no... Footage of the bullshit when I'm on go mode My man dope spot got hit Right now the strip club still lit By next week they gon' feel that shit You think I'm old, I think I'm grown and I'm sexy That young bitch could get it, and her momma could check me Niggas know the drill or get to running when we drilling at 'em Air one bitch blow the stock and knock the feeling out 'em God, type of nigga I move around here correctly Why you think none of your niggas don't try and check me? Niggas' pieces is hit, they paying half-price So if they eating, I'm eating, nigga I'm that niceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gun Jam[50 Cent:] Yeah this is just my intro Its serious man this is Sirius Radio right here Ggggg Unit Radio Shady ha ha ha Just givin' 'em a little somethin' somethin' [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You screamin' ya gun jam Nigga your gun ain't jam They let off ya bitch ass ran You screamin' ya gun jam I know your type fam You pussy I understand You screamin' your gun jam You run when the shots fire You scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet Intensive Care Unit after niggas get sprayed up Jamaica Hospital third floor when you layed up Make sure your bills get paid up So its nine one one When you see my gun I'm popular nigga the police know me Just cause of this rap shit I'm rich now homie Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me She want to be my wife now She like my lifestyle My shotty bumpin' its the sweetest taboo I play something smooth when I stunt in my coupe Ooooooo you know these niggas ain't like me Everything I say I got in these raps I got bee The cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools The nines, the Tecs, the Macs ooooooo The burners the gats man if you confused I'll send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you I rock G Unit hats, hoodies and shoes Got "G Unit" tatted on my bitch too I drink G Unit water watchin' G Unit porn This is Shade 45 nigga G Unit on [Mike Epps:] Fuck the cos Fuck all of 'em makin' money off of niggas They just mad Yayo Cause they can't make no more money off you They was makin' a percentage off your head every day in there Now you makin' off of them Fuck 'em YayoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thicker Than Water (Follow Me Gangsta Original)Whoo whoo, it's gangsta Whoo whoo, it's gangsta Whoo whoo, it's gangsta [Verse 1] These rap niggas spend a lot of time writin' punch lines I walk in the vocal booth and just speak my mind Look in my eyes, you see it, I lay it for the chedda Twice I bet my life, I survived I'm betta Niggas lookin' all tough in the face Your "screw me" don't move me I beat you till you're black and blue like my favourite coochie Move durin the jucks, you know I'm gon' shoot See, you gon' pay me or the hospital duke? Don't call me the feature, I don't wanna rap witcha I brought my knife in the club, I came to scrap witcha Got a hiss when I walk, a bop when I walk You now rockin' wit the grimiest nigga in New York 50, aka Ferrari, F-50, aka 50 Cent, now fuck wit me Cut a fiend, suffer for fuckin up my product As a young buck I probably got your house party shot up, blaat! [Chorus x2] You're thicker than water You're thicker than water You're thicker than water You could be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, bitch, follow me [Verse 2] Niggas compare me to the new Lex Coupe, cause I'm ruthless My left hook, will land in your smile and leave you toothless My rims keep spinnin' when I stop at the light I paid twelve just to catch that stunt, nigga, aight Watch this, watch niggas hop on my dick Run to the rims shop to cop the same shit When I rhyme, I'm hungry like I'm fresh outta jail In my hood they respect me like Sonny in "Bronx Tale" I heard somewhere, niggas rather hear the truth than a lie Ok, I sprinkle dust on my weed, wanna get high? You know I'm gutter, but for the bitches I try and stay fly My team can't work without me, I'm like Allen I, blaat! [Chorus x2] You're thicker than water You're thicker than water You're thicker than water You could be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, bitch, follow me [Verse 3] It seemed to happened so quick, in '96 I went from sittin' in a 6 To the turtles on the Island beatin' me wit night-sticks Since Dee and Waah days I had problems wit authority When niggas try to tell me what to do it really bothers me Look man, stunt on me and I'ma get mad at ya Niggas wit my attitude cause riots in Attica Bastard child, pop's slayed, nigga, momma was Santa Cut class but I'm a pro at spittin school-yard grammar Reminicin' on, when I was broke, yeah I sold soap And used my Grandfather's coffee pot to cook coke There it is dawg, off the foot, see low Brooklyn niggas we know, take money like Dee-Bo Little niggas actin big like Pesci in "Casino" Come to your projects and take a building like they Nino You know, Mothafucka, Uh-huh, Uh-huh [Chorus] You're thicker than water You're thicker than water You're thicker than water You could be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, bitch, follow me Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo Whoo-whoo-whoo-whooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Out of Control (Remix)[Intro: Havoc] It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit) [50 Cent] You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thing, you know I do my thing I'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok, bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house they're like, "Oh no" 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sipping on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burning that Backwood Styling and stunting, doing my two step fronting Now I'mma tell you what Em told me, homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough I get the club jumping, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's for sure I got the info you already know Man I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, let's go [Hook: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me for certain but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twisting In the club today for the chick to go both Ways, let me see that ID just for proof With the drink til the burn is gone Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make em sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some Pac shit these tricks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fucking with 50 it makes sense Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalor Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar Now If I don’t say nothin, let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starving So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Hook: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go, I bang, I shine I play, I stay I'm going for mine I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfucking project steps I'm cool, I'm calm you looking real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid, hold your head I'm known for gat popping, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just looking for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that Mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low I'm lying I'm trying my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Hook: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mansions (Snippet)[Verse From Snippet] No drama, a marijuana, ill nana, anaconda stroke, different positions, you dig? 'Fif gives a "go at it, don't mattah" [?]'s fat but her ass fatter, enough for the fif-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 7 Minute Freestyle[Production by Mufi] [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no! Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough; I'm known for yokin' Jacks And beatin' them with smokin' gats Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one 'Cause in a street brawl I strike men like lightnin' You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand folks Sellin' pounds of coke Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hottie stare I keep a shotty near It's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smokin' dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak, 'cause my technique's great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state 'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper; fuck around You'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound I'm from a wild town You know my style, clown, so bow down! [Interlude: Big L + JAY-Z] Word up (say what?) '95 style (yeah) I got my man JAY-Z here (JAY-Z!) Check it out now… Check it, check it, check it out now [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow When Jay Z, like Zorro, get in that ass, better luck tomorrow I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush You need slow down or get yo' ass tore down Check it out, I'm too cocky, to stop me you gotta kill me And when I'm gone, you can still feel me, on the real, B The shit is eternal, I rock the heavens well Even if they won't let me in Heaven, I raise hell 'Til it's Heaven; recognize, the black cat with the nine lives Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me I'm poppin' Crystal, shootin' game like missiles As projected, all hoes affected by this style I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie But the goody, pullin' R&B bitches, wearin' hoodies They don't be knowin' the way I be flowin' When I be goin' I be runnin' the track like Jesse Owens I disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things with a swing And have 'em rockin' like… You say never you run, if ever you come It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won Come on and ride the rhythm, I produce like jizm Just like the gods I start with knowledge And follow with wisdom For greater understandin', I'm landin' blows And knockin' sense into those that oppose me Enticin' when slicin' through tracks You're screamin': "Jesus Christ, he's back!" And God knows he can rap Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap And me, I just take mine Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that—fuck that! You never see me stressed, in a GS On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption So you know, beatin' me will never come Like a nun or tomorrow; I'm too thorough, nigga I make moves, cause bowels to move When I'm creepin' through your way With a thousand little dudes Armed with a piece like Islam I make your eyes rise like yeast Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars Emcee's tryin' to be the best And even in dyin' couldn't be this def I see no reason to stop cheesin' Ever since L said, "Throw three G's in!" And we can get down and split the wealth That's when I found I could do it myself, I get up… [Interlude: JAY-Z + Big L] Yeah, word life (Big L, try that mic out!) Yeah, yeah, yeah (back to Big L) (Let's get it, back to Big L!) Yo, one two, one two, aight? I'll drop one more joint, aight, check it out I ain't do this in a while, check it out One two, one two, check it out One two, check it [Verse 3: Big L] Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch; nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' them shits in rap events Big L is the nigga you expect To catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probly got your mommy strung Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Giuliani hung Never had a gassed head, got loot 'cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot-ass half-dead I stomp white cops 'til they life stops, for a low price, hops 'Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war 'Cause my crew'll kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time my MAC-11 bucks I'm killin' at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Ms. Right So we can never be a couple, hun Fuck love! All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum And clown MC's I be attackin' quick I'm on some rappin' shit and some car-jackin' shit I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black Ac' And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry, Jack, but get up out of that! My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate He didn't listen to what I was speakin'; he started reachin' So I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin' [Interlude: Big L + JAY-Z] Aight, back to my man JAY-Z One time Check it out, uh [Verse 4: JAY-Z] As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage And no I don't have it I get it together like a marriage I'm seekin' all rappers, I'm on my P's and Q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well Goddamn, don't you know my status? I'm flowin' the fattest Mmm that is, mmm, I'm the baddest No need to explain, my name the only thing that matters For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow You're thinkin' that's hollow The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow It hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam Let me take a little breath… goddamn The kid is a wizard I'm definitely destined to make eight digits Met up with L on the road to riches As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the Uh, whatever I touch, whatever I clutch You know I'm gonna end ya Uh, the nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in Niggas are du-do-duckin', I'm bo-bo-buckin, fuck it I'm wild, but a boo boo boo bam What you niggas gonna do to the man? I see you brought your little crew… and? I'm still comin' with velocity Check it out, Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh Ain't none of these clowns fuckin' around Ain't none of these clowns standin' their ground With the crown prince of the underground Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now The heats on sweat now JAY-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin' out of their seats now Shit, I got crazy skills, it's a pity the way I'm rippin' Rugged rhythm through the city Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty I got rhythm, I hit 'em with rhythm, I Hit 'em and split 'em, I did 'em, I get rid of them guys J-A, baby, baby please, gimme G's Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch JAY-Z get crazy G'sEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put It On[Intro: Kid Capri] Hey, hey, hey Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go "BOOM BOOM!" and yo' guns go "pow pow" I'm known to have a hottie open I keep the shotty smokin' Front, and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi I run with sturdy cliques I'm never hittin' dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty-six Step to this, you're good as gone Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on [Chorus: Kid Capri] So put it on, Big L, put it on! Come on, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn! Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on! Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, Come on! [Verse 2: Big L] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty Got more cash than Gotti (You don't know?) you better ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins And get ends and commit sins with sick friends 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin' competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on [Chorus: Kid Capri] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it onnn, big fella, put it on and on! Put it on, Big L! Put it on, represent! Put it on, c'mon, put it on! [Bridge: Patois Chatta] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke You gwan dead from a me you provoke [Verse 3: Big L] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair Big L is the villain you still fear 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread You can't kill me, I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone [Chorus: Kid Capri] So put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and onnn! Big L, you gotta put it on and on! Put it on, Big L put it on ond on! Word up, knahmsayin? My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean? It's the Kid Capri, in full flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this Big L, c'mon! [Outro: Big L & (Kid Capri)] Lord Finesse (He be puttin' it on) My man Buckwild (He be puttin' it on and on) My man Fat Joe (He be puttin' it on) Showbiz and A.G. (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on) I can’t forget Diamond D (He be puttin' it on) The whole D.I.T.C. (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on) And of course Kid Capri (Yeah, I be puttin' it on) The whole N.Y.C. (Yeah, we be puttin' it on and on) And I’m outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’98 Freestyle[Verse 1] Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back, I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting Trigger temper, I'm quick to body something You looking at me like I'm probably fronting I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all 'Cause niggas like you be praying on my downfall Hoping I flop, hoping I stop You probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smoking the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool How come? You can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, 'fore I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'mma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "Dammit, this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas [Verse 2] Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time (Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin' I’ve got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out Keep fronting and I'mma choke you till your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that? Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right That pussy was tight — gripping my dick like a pair of pliers You fucking snitch; right now you prolly wearing wires It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smoking My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug till he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week, bring a different car out Go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain’t a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first 'Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with—fuck them too, I’ll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take? I ran through every bitch in my path I was fucking chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half Yo, I’mma take you out your misery And after this, nigga Put you in the social study book 'cause you’re historyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Deadly Combination (Remix)[Intro: 2Pac] Yeah, nigga, yeah That’s right, baby This how we do it [Verse 1: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryin' to kill me Picturin' pistols spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they're petrified bitches I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world till I'm gone Bitches be warned — word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong And then it's on, before I leave picture me I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it, bet it Make these jealous niggas mad, I said it It's Thug Life, nigga, we don't cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred muthafuckas at yo' do' with fo'-fo's Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga Thug Life [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates Fuck Him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin' bout some "Praise the Lord" shit Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her I'd probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our Father, my pops stuck up dope spots Big, black and mean with the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin? I'm loco, bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake? Ron G, stop the break [Verse 3: Big L] I be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G A Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter With more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker, rapper slash armed robber While y'all be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin' the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin' My lifestyle is far out Every week, bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out Uh, 'cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream [Outro: Big L & 2Pac] Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem's finest, yeah That nigga who hold it down for Uptown Hahahaha, this how we do it out here On this underground real shit, nigga It's the heat, nigga! Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it Deadly combination, boy!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ebonics[Produced by Ron Browz] [Intro] Yo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down [Verse 1] Check it, my weed smoke is my lye, a key of coke is a pie When I'm lifted I'm high, with new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is flicks Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones, ugh A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops And if you got robbed, you got stuck, if you got shot, you got bucked And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is an okey-doke And if you got punched, that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freaking it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speaking it [Hook] (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) [Verse 2] Yo, yo, a burglary is a jook, a wolf's a crook Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook If you caught a felony, you caught a F, if you got killed, you got left But if you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy "Hit me on the hip" means page me Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats Condoms is hats, critters is cracks The food you eat is your grub, a victim's a mark A sweatbox is a small club, your ticker's your heart Your apartment is your pad, your old man is your dad The studio is the lab and heated is mad I know you like the way I'm freaking it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speaking it [Hook] (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) [Verse 3] The iron horse is the train and champagne is bubbly A deuce is a honey that's ugly If your girl is fine, she's a dime, a suit is a vine Jewelry is shine, if you in love, that mean you blind Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill A very hard, long stare is a grill If you sneaking to go see a girl, that mean you creeping Smiling is cheesing, bleeding is leaking Begging is bummin', if you nuttin', you cummin' Taking orders is sonnin', an ounce of coke is a onion A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly To guerrilla mean to use physical force You took an L, you took a loss, to show off mean floss Uh, I know you like the way I'm freaking it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speaking it [Hook] (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) (Speak with criminal slang) That's just the way that I talk, yo (Vocabulary spills, I'm ill) [Outro] Yeah yeah One love to my big brother Big Lee Holdin' it down Yeah Flamboyant for life Yeah, yeah, Flamboyant for lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Da Graveyard[Intro] It's the number one crew in the area [Verse 1: Big L] The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense, gettin' men lynched And when tensed, I'm killin' infants for ten cents 'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares? I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch-ass niggas After you, your man'll get scarred next And if your squad flex, I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz A TEC-9 is my utensil Fillin' niggas with so much lead, they can use they dick for a pencil I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from New York to Canada 'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters And rappers I hit 'em well They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me 'cause I give 'em hell So don't try to front, troop When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect figures I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga Not a role model, I'm a bad figure When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga! I got it locked like a warden Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack It ain't shit you can tell me Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP [Hook] It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" [Verse 3: Microphone Nut] Yo, I got a death wish That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette And let 'em smoke the four-fifth Ah fool, ah goodbye, no need to try to lie or cry It's time for motherfuckers to die Because to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck Strap up a MAC, clack, clack, motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats 'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard One-two, everybody's through The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer Please show me where the crack is at While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks So I'm the one you should run from Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun [Verse 4: Jay-Z] The way I rock no way you could stop I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot When I'm in the zone better hold ya own 'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem Pound for p-p-pound the best around No way you can get up when I get down I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill So ladies step up I get around like a wheel I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic Bitches are screaming like Onyx Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep I'm giving these ladies something they can feel 'cause I'm real Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill kill [Hook] It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" [Verse 5: Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz] Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy So mess around you'll be a dead man I get hype tonight's the night like Redman Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck Chiggidy check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck I'm lethal, eatin' people Not Jeffrey Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal So what'cha want? Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap I'm leavin' caps in your back fool I rip tracks wanna say peace to Hip Hop A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels I tell em' big up big up it's a stick up stick up I stick and move [Big L] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose [Verse 6: Grand Daddy I.U.] Yo, rat-tat-tat I got the gat cocked Nigga we ghost man a punk? I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose I'm shootin' up like the west is Fuck suggestions I'll blow out a niggas intestines Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your ass in a body cast And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect Constantly comittin' grand larceny Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me Never passed up a fast buck ask the last duck His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck So what the fuck is you sayin' hops? I'm wanted for slayin' cops Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back I shoot your spirit Now your ass is just a holy ghost You tried to play me to the left You better put a target on your head 'Cause you're marked for deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Danger Zone[Intro: Malcolm X] "Stealing runs rampant in Harlem, gambling runs rampant in Harlem—all types of evils and vices that tear apart our community run rampant in Harlem." [Verse 1: Big L] The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it Sendin' poems to have them faggots Diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart L's the nigga that crime follows I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles I beat chumps 'til they head splits Then break 'em like bread sticks I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch Always sprayin' TEC's, because I be stayin' vexed Some nigga named Dex was in the projects layin' threats I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin' Put his brains in the street Now you can see what he was just thinkin' I'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in Hell Front and get scarred 'cause your rap style ain't even hard I run with a thieving squad, and none of us believe in God [Hook: McGruff + Big L] (McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone (Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone (McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own [Verse 2: Big L] I got styles you can't copy, bitch It's the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray Fuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil Son's way Every minute, my style switches up They said a real man won't hit a girl Well, I ain't real, 'cause I beat bitches up I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill I'm takin lives for a great price I'm the type to snap in Heaven with a MAC-11 and rape Christ And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest The Big L's mad stressed, 'cause Hell is my address I'm on some satanic shit strictly Little kids be wakin' up cryin' Yellin', "Mommy, Big L is comin' to get me!" [Hook: McGruff + Big L] (McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone (Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone (McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own [Verse 3: Big L] I keep a cutie with a soft booty Hoes be runnin' up, "Can I get your autograph, L?" No, bitch, I'm off duty I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggas drop when my shotty sparks It ain't no food in my fridge, just body parts I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged I never wear rubbers, bitch – if I get AIDS, fuck it! A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute I'll jump out a tinted rented, and leave a nigga body dented And my swoll knob your main girl cold-slobbed And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob' Ayo, crazy bitches slept with L Then they niggas got mad and tried to step to L But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special ed So I suggest you spread, pretzelhead 'Fore I turn your white sweatsuit red [Hook: McGruff + Big L] (McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone (Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone (McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his ownEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy M.V.P.[Verse 1] Ayo, spark up the phillies and pass the stout Make it quick money grip or your ass is out In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightning You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? A'ight, then L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette And clown rappers I'm bound to slay I'm saying hi to all the cuties from around the way Yeah 'cause I got all of them sprung, Jack My girls are like boomerangs No matter how far I throw them, they come back I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C I'm down with Diggin In The Crates and I'm MVP [Hook] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P The most valuable poet on the M.I.C Yo if rap was a game I'll be M.V.P The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Verse 2] Yo it's a must that I get papes Peace to all the DJ's who gave me love on they mixtapes And once again the man's back with a dance track So here's your chance, Jack, to get loose and let your hands clap I got juice like Boku, mad crews I broke through Brothers be mad cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to And everytime I'm jammed I always find a loophole I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol And my raps are unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers No more iron horses 'cause I'm buying Porsches Coming straight out the NYC Peace to the Kid Capri, I'm MVP [Hook] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P The most valuable poet on the M.I.C Yo if rap was a game I'll be M.V.P The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Verse 3] Battles, I lose none, I make crews run I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one I run up like Machine Gun Kelly with a black skully Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle I'm the neighborhood lamper, punani vamper Mess around you'll find my silk boxers in your Mommy's hamper And nowadays girls want you for your money I'm like Hev, I got nothing but love for you honey And since I'm looking slick and my pockets are thick I need surgery to get chicks removed from my (chill) I'm coming straight out the NYC Rap's my J-O-B, and I'm MVP [Hook] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P The most valuable poet on the M.I.C Yo if rap was a game I'll be M.V.P The most valuable poet on the M.I.CEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Deadly Combination[Intro: Ron G & 2Pac] Yes, indeed, it's the mix king Ron G I got somethin' the world ain't ready for New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta D.C., Detroit, New Orleans Y'all know the deal, flavor! Hahahahahaha Yeah, nigga Yeah, that's right Baby That's how we do it [Verse 1: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryna kill me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm and fuck the world 'til I'm gone Bitches be warned: word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong And then it's on, before I leave, picture me I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it This thug life nigga, we don't cater to you hoes, fuck with me Have a hundred motherfuckers at your door with .44s [Interlude: 2Pac] Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga Thug Life [Verse 2: Big L] I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like The Notorious B.I.G A Rock-A-Fella, like Shawn Carter With more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper slash armed robber While y'all be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin' the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin' My lifestyle is far out Every week bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, huh ‘Cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream [Outro: Big L & 2Pac] Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem's finest, yeah That nigga who hold it down for Uptown Hahahaha, that's how we do it out here On this underground real shit, nigga, it's the heat, nigga Now, rewind this motherfucker You know you can't help it Deadly combination, boyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy All Black[Verse 1] Yo, once again, it's the Big L, that kid who got much props From killin' corrupt cops with motherfuckin' buck shots So don't step to this, 'cause I got a live crew You might be kinda big, but they make coffins yo' size, too I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigga, we do walk-by's No one can match me, tax me, or wax me If you want me to write you some raps, G, just ask me Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out Me being a virgin? That's idiotic Cause if Big L got the AIDS, every cutie in the city got it Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G's And I put more holes in his ass than Swiss cheese [Chorus] (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black [Verse 2] I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone, chief Or catch a buck shot to your dome piece I must warn, I got it goin' on, word is bond Ducks be gettin' thrown off platforms like PM Dawn I'm catchin' bodies like a villain's supposed to And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggas, but hoes too So don't try to test me, 'cause I can't stand testers Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal But man, you've been rappin' for years now And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised I'm puttin' motherfuckers on the Daily News I was a gangsta from the get-go Leavin' fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe [Chorus] (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black [Verse 3] Yo, ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats And I'm known to milk freaks and hit 'em on silk sheets No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame I'm quick to put a slug in a fag brain I be placin' snitches inside lakes and ditches And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start rapin' bitches I'm all about makin' papes kid I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast Fifty G's is what the creep stole So the next day, knocked on his door, and shot his granny through the peephole That's the type of shit I'm on, word is bond Got it goin' on, from the break of dawns to the early morn' You know my style, I'm wild, comin' straight out of Harlem, pal It's Big L, the motherfucking problem child [Chorus] (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black [Outro] This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass niggas! So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't fuck with me! 'Cause I know a good way to get your family together And I ain't talkin' bout a reunion, motherfucker! Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but before I go I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are And all y'all niggas talkin' that gun shit and won't bust a rhyme, stop fakin' the funk! Word, I'm bout to get up out of here Yo I'm out B, yo peace man I gotta get this money So all y'all niggas on my hit list get your suits ready Hahahaha!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Devil’s Son[Intro] Ayo, Showbiz, man, I had this bugged out dream last night that I was the Devil's son, B I was doin' some ill shit [Refrain] "When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus" "When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus" "When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus" "I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns" "When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus" "When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus" "When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus" "I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns" [Verse 1] L's a rebel on a higher level, go get the shovel 'Cause I'm the only son of the motherfuckin' Devil It's a fact I'm livin' foul, black Niggas should have known I was sick From the shit I did a while back 'Cause bein' bad I couldn't stop When I was in pre-school, I beat a kid to death with a wooden block Faggot niggas I was back-slappin' I realized that every time I got mad that somethin' bad happened A nigga hit me with a can of beer, then he ran in fear Later they found him hangin' from a chandelier Enemies I be buckin' quick My moms know who I am 'Cause she know who she was fuckin' with On my skull the 666, no tricks When I catch fits, my mom picks up the crucifix And I kill chumps for the cheapest price I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ Enemies, I got several done Big L straight from hell, the motherfuckin' Devil's son [Hook] When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns [Verse 2] It's Big L and I'm all about takin' funds I'm a stone villain, known for killin' and rapin' nuns Ayo, I even kill handicapped and crippled bitches Look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes There's no doubt I'm all about a dollar I just signed a lifetime contract with the funeral parlor This kid Joe owed me dough, I didn't take his life Instead I tied him up and made him watch me rape his wife One nigga cold tried to diss me, and that shit is risky The nigga took a swung but he missed me So I popped off, now the chump's knocked off I spit in his mothafuckin' face and then bopped off Once a hottie shot me with a shotty I died but then I came back to life in another body The way I'm livin' is dead wrong I'm a devil from Hell without the tail or the red horns Killin' is fun, I'm number one with a gun Front and get done 'cause you can't run from the Devil's Son [Refrain] When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns [Verse 3] The Big L is strictly gun-play I run through church and pistol-whip the priest every Sunday Once I put out the crazy order I sent niggas to kill Tom, his mom, and his baby daughter I'm livin' up to my extortion image I be stalkin' Lennox Catchin' more bodies than abortion clinics A kid tried to take L out Shot me in the chest with a TEC I just laughed and spit the shell out Next I took his gun, then he dropped to his knees with ease I made him freeze, he begged me please not to squeeze But I ain’t the type to fuss, I just snipe and bust Click clack bang, another nigga bites the dust Shorts, I'm takin' none Misbehave and get sent to the grave by the Devil's Son [Outro] Word, Big L The motherfuckin' Devil's Son is definitely in effect Givin' a shout-out to all the murderers, thieves Armed robbers, serial killers, psychos, lunatics Crackheads, mental patients, mental retards And a special special shout-out to all the niggas with AIDS Peace! [Refrain] When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus I'm wavin' automatic guns at nunsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous[Intro] ("Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get Did you think anybody in this town is any different? They don't give a damn who gets killed Just as long as the dice keep rollin The hoes keep hoeing and the money keeps flowin") [Verse] My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds On 139 and Lenox Ave. there's a big park And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark 'Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax They're sneakier than alley cats That's why I carry gats Yo, I'm a muthafuckin' fugitive Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live Because to me it's all about a buck I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck We stormed the city, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50 One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash Then I murdered his ass and took his half Because I'm all about ends and skins When you got those, you don't need no muthafuckin' friends If I catch you on a late night, black, you're getting stuck, jack My moms told me to get a job, fuck that Ayo, picture me getting a job Taking orders from Bob, selling corn on the cob Yo, how the hell I'mma make ends meet Making about 120 dollars a week Man, I'd rather do another hit I want clean clothes, mean hoes and all that other shit Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin' connivin' muthafucka Breaking in cribs with a crowbar I wasn't poor, I was po' - I couldn't afford the 'o-r' I used to wait until it gets dark And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast I vicked this nigga named Eugene, took his brand new ring 'Cause sticking up's an everyday routine Once I was cruising in a beat-up ride Saw this nigga named Clyde And snuck up on him from the blind side I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked Oh you're broke? *gunshots* Now you're dead broke" The Big L was cold crazy A top-notch crook snatching pocketbooks from old ladies I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck Even rob a Miller truck, 'cause I don't give a fuck Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim Once a burglar broke into my house and I robbed him Plenty and many brains I bust 'Cause I was livin' the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous [Outro] Word All of us from Harlem 139 That's living the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous KnawhatImsayin? This goes out To my brothers Big Lee and Don Ice Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice I can't forget the 1-4-0, Lennox Ave. crew And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog And my man Kerry, peace Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a fucking child? Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit Controversial, not commercial, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Street Struck[Intro] A come on... Yeah, it's the Big L Coming at you once again, in nine-five And I dedicate this one To all my peoples from Uptown, and everywhere Check it [Verse 1] Yo, where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream There's a lot of peer pressure growin' up as a young teen You never know when you gonna get wet 'Cause mad clowns be catchin' wreck with a Tec just to get a rep Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with male thugs Instead of goin' to school, they'd rather sell drugs It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one Because it's gonna catch up with you in the long run Brothers be on the corners, actin' stupid, gettin' lifted Their life is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted In other words, they got talent But they'd rather sell cracks, and bust gats And run the streets actin' violent To them it's all about hittin' skins and makin' some easy green 'Cause that's all they show you on the TV screen All they care about is a buck or bustin' a sweet nut They don't give a (What?) 'cause they're street struck [Chorus] You better listen to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time So pay attention to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time [Verse 2] Before the rap contract, I was sellin' crack Stay strapped with a Mac, I was into all of that I started rappin' and got nice as hell If it wasn't for this, I might be doin' life in jail And some of my peeps are still in the game selling 'caine If that's what you gotta do to maintain, go head and do your thang But with the cash profit, make an investment And try not to go to the grave like the rest went 'Cause you can be rich with crazy loot, own a house and nine cars What good is that if you're dead or behind bars? Ayo, it's not even funny I've seen a lot of my peers give up their careers For some fast money They could've been boxers, ballplayers, or rap singers Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers Ayo, they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt They had dreams, but gave 'em up, 'cause they're street struck [Chorus] You better listen to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time So pay attention to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time You better listen to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time So pay attention to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time [Verse 3] I still chill with my peeps in the streets But most of the time I'm in the crib writin' rhymes to some dope beats Or either callin' up some freaks to bone But word up, I try to leave the streets alone But it's crazy hard kid, in other words, it's spooky The streets be callin' me, like the crack be callin' Pookie It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk 'Cause where I'm from, you can choke from the gun smoke Stay off the corners, that might be your best plan Before you catch a bullet that was meant for the next man Or end up with a deep cut Or relaxin' on a hospital bed from bein' street struck [Chorus] You better listen to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time So pay attention to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time You better listen to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time So pay attention to L rhyme 'Cause being street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time [Outro] Word up Ayo take it from me, the Big L 'Cause I been through it all, you know what I'm sayin'? Stay off them corners, and stay out of trouble And I gotta say rest in peace to all the casualties of the streets I'm outta hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 8 Iz Enuff[Intro: Big L] Yo, my crew is in the house Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie And I'mma set it like this [Verse 1: Big L] Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go berserk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smirk, 'cause these knuckles hurt I'm from the alley, not the valley I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous' [Verse 2: Terra] Well, I'm flave, and I was down with the crime wave Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed Innovated, rappers you know who made it Tell the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up Sour luck, niggas gotten props to swallow nuts [Verse 3: Herb McGruff] For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb McGruff I'm on some murder stuff and when I talk every verb is rough Front on this and get beat bad With big bats that bruise Break bones, then wind up bloody in a bodybag MC's are live, but I'm mad liver Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver Step to this and get sliced with ease, ate up like rice and peas (Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big L, straight from Hell, I'm the fuck up outta here [Verse 4: Buddah Bless] Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic I rag crews 'cause I'm bad news In a mad mood, I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food Step to this and get your body blown 'Cause I'm no maricón, for poems I slide the hotties home Here's some advice, I'm mad nice Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's life My swellin' melon got niggas jealin' Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon [Verse 5: Big Twan] Yo, I'm bustin' chumps like a Glock 10 When I drops in, the top ten is rocked when it's locked in I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill your show I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid No frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail, dig Yeah, and I'm nasty, too nasty to trash me, bash me Aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come soft, I gotta pump that's sawed-off But when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out You dissin', you'll come up missin' like a cub scout [Verse 6: Killa Kam - Cam'Ron] Rappers be funny like Fletch 'Cause they sections say they slaughter, son Talk about nines and TECs, and never shot a watergun But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic Increase the peace that cease 'cause once I release My crew from the East, we leavin' at least 20 police deceased It's the beast on attack, so make tracks, I break backs I jack with def gats and black MACs On Lenox Ave., ain't no light looks, you fight crooks Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took [Verse 7: Trooper J] I'm havin' nail-sharp pains in my brain like a Hellraiser I'm blazin' trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin' but lead Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crackyard valleys And I pack more rallies than riots back in Cali And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse I'm in a daze and I'm so confused From seein' heads shake so many times the lead make And Mike Boogie's next up, and keep my head straight [Verse 8: Mike Boogie] I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step into a contest Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat 'Cause they know when I start droppin' poems That I be knockin' domes, poppin' bones And sendin' niggas hoppin' home Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cast and crutches And niggas, I don't need a gun for you, none of you 'Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my Number 2 And it's death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn their motherfuckin' ass to ash No need to question am I nice 'cause it's a fact, friend I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a MAC-10 And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike Now I'm 'bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin' it tough Peace to Big L, aiyo, 8 is enough [Outro: Big L] True, true and before I get up outta here I gotta say peace to D-Whiz and Short Man Brothers that was there since the beginning What's up to Rock-N-Will from the Hard Pack Crew Peace to Mase Murder and the B.B.O. Crew The Best Out Crew, the M&M Crew And all the other crews that's representin' in Harlem You know what I'm sayin? And last but not least I gotta say peace to the 139th Street NFL Crew My crew, word upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Endz, No Skinz[Verse 1: Big L] Let me get to the point real quick When your pockets are thick, mad chicks be on a brother's tip When ya sporting jewels and driving in a groovy car All the ho's gonna sweat you like a movie star To get in your pockets that's what them girls wanna do But if you not rich them chicks gonna front on you No matter how strong your rap You only knock boots when you got loot and you on the map 'Cause if you broke you'll get a whack slut If you got dough you get a ho with a fat butt With fresh gear, long hair and a cute face And if you live alone she's gonna pack her suit case and move in Then you start losing all your bucks Soon you broke as a joke and out of luck Then she takes off and breaks off, your ho's gone, so long dear I'm outta here a good relationships been torn 'Cause when you on top everything's okay But when you broke you gets no play [Chorus: Showbiz] If you don't got ends, you won't be getting no skins And if you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be getting no ass And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots [Verse 2: Big L] Girls of the nineties ain't nothing but crooks It's all about what's in your pockets not how you look That's why you can't talk to just any whore Leaving brothers for the next man 'cause he's got a penny more They want a drug dealer, not a scholar Some girls barely speak but always asking for a dollar And if you pushing a fresh Benz, they'll be your best friends Yeah, as long as you collect ends You think she's all yours, but as soon as your dough go Your ho go, now you solo But when you was makin' papes selling jumbos You bought dumb clothes for all of them bum ho's And you was taking 'em to the movies every weekend Now that you dead broke, the girls stopped speaking 'Cause nowadays girls want you to trip The only thing they can get from Big L is a big... 'Cause when you on top everything's okay But when you broke you gets no play [Chorus: Showbiz] If you don't got ends, you won't be getting no skins And if you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be getting no ass And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots If you don't got ends, you won't be getting no skins And if you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be getting no ass And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots [Verse 3: Big L] I tell it how it is 'cause I'm a bold figure And I hate a money hungry girl a.k.a. gold digger It ain't even funny Some girls don't even know me asking me can they get some money I'm looking nothing like your poppa I wouldn't give a chick ten cent to put cheese on a Whopper They wanna know why I'm so fly A girl ask me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye Chicks used to diss, but now they wanna kiss Yo Showbiz, I'ma break it down like this [Chorus: Showbiz] If you don't got ends, you won't be getting no skins And if you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be getting no ass And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots If you don't got ends, you won't be getting no skins And if you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be getting no ass And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots [Outro] It's like that y'all and that's a fact y'all I hit hoes from the back and don't give a jack y'all It's Big L y'all, I'm living swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'all If you don't got ends, girls be fronting If you don't got ends, they ain't giving up nothing If you don't got ends, all the girls ignore you If you don't got ends, they act like they never saw you If you don't got endsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy American Dream[Verse 1 - McGruff] Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream Cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters Be in my mansion chillin', inhalin' the ganja smoke Counting mad cream, weighin' tons of coke Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars Niggas get plugged when my Glock hollers Skunk smokers, Philly and Owl ripper Cristal sipper, I've been a willy for a while nigga 'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos Expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls East coast, West coast, fiends overdose 'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost [Verse 2 - Ma$e] This money be temptin' me, to jump out the MPV Empty three clips of hollow tips with no sympathy Since 14, I sold morphine for more green Kept dope in a Nautica coat under the drawstring And watched out for cops, squad cars, and Beemers And laundry ninas, flee the country to Argentina Laid back in the beach (yeah) coastin' with commuters Smokin' the buddahs on the cruiseline boat to Aruba For a while, yo; pump the vowel so I can pile dough Then become a Harlem kingpin just like Alpo' Get paid so I can lay low in San Diego With yayo so I can ship it out whenever I say so [Hook] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Verse 3 - Cam'ron] Yo! I'mma run hysterically, till they bury me Count numerically,hills of Beverly More grands than cherokee; president like Eric B., and Rakim Drug game, I'm top ten; locked in? Right now its not an option And those who creep got the Mac in the heat They got the five-inch screens in the back of the seat And now they got this daddy raggin' Last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready When Heavy was back, tossed me in the paddywagon But ain't nobody out here stoppin' love Cause we was twelve years old in the Cotton Club, poppin' bub' So all the fame without the fortune; goddamn, you wrong Killa kid Cam-e-ron surviving in the Amazon [Verse 4 - BloodShed] Yo! I leave you dazed and froze With all kinds of amazing flows Money surrounded I counted While bathing with Asian hoes Back home niggas is after me I'm back to sea, sippin' daquiris Coke factory, fiends baggin' up crack for me From cutting up rocks to investing in stocks Nautica yachts, and knots busting outta my socks Now that Bloods play the chub All the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby Behind my back they say my baby's ugly Each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini jeeps Neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets Mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan Cause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs [Hook] [Verse 5 - Big L] Check it! To be seen clean in the mean Beam Is every team's dream; Big L's a cream fiend With more green than Springsteen You know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie I'm known to mack a hoochie Do I got stacks of lucci (Absolutely!) Harlem kids is known for felonies And sellin' keys, pushin 300Z's GS3's, and puffin' trees These G's breeze while DTs Be yellin, 'freeze!', we stash cheese And keep a pocket full of centuries Ayo, I'm set for the rest of my life Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife I stuck my tool to his brain, said "act a fool and get slain” Nigga, yo' bitch chose me, you know the rules to the game [Hook] [Outro] Yea What? Harlem on the Rise BloodShed, Killa Kam Six Figures, Cee-O-Cee, Chuck Blassie My Man man Mase, the Bad Boy Uptown, McGruff Big L, 139, NFL, 140EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Enemy[Intro] ("Fuck who did I offend, rappers" "Sit back I'm about to begin") [Verse 1: Big L] I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced-out watch Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk, but I'm sober They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova Listen Columbo, you're mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year, I make in one show Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride Call me all kind of names, try to hurt my pride You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat Talking 'bout, "Where the gun at?" I been there and done that I'm through with that illegal life, I'm staying legit I love to see cars come cruising by and playing my shit I walk around with six thou' without a pistol, my whole clique's wild I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm making hits now I drink Cristal, I'm through breaking laws I don't sell coke any more, I do tours So get that flashlight out of my face To bring me down, them Jakes will do whatever it takes Word up, them Federals got my phone and my house tapped Praying that I fall for the mousetrap, I doubt that [Chorus: Big L] Why do I end up in so much shit? I done came way too far to be calling it quits Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother' pockets get thick [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Aiyo enough's enough, Federals try to set me up Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust Plus, they want a nigga's soul, but they know Big Joey Crack will never rat a cat that he know For sure, death before dishonor, I left the streets alone Since Tone deceased it almost killed his mama So I'ma keep doing what I'm doing Pursuing my dream till there's enough cream to start my own union And show these kids how legit it is Shit is real, I used to steal but now I own several businesses So where's your witnesses that you claim to have Saying that I'm taking half, extorting New York and not paying tax? I'm laid back playing the role, laying the low But it's the same old Joe so don't get KO'd Hey yo, I'm gonna fry for what I never did Or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live? [Chorus: Big L] Why do I end up in so much shit? I done came way too far to be calling it quits Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother' pockets get thick Why do I end up in so much shit? I done came way too far to be calling it quits Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother' pockets get thick [Outro] ("What would you do if a vicious enemy Suddenly started coming at you Armed to the teeth and ready to kill you?")EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let ’Em Have It “L”[Hook] Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Let 'em have it) [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot Dressed in all black, never seen in polka dots No other write rhymes like these I'm cool as a light breeze, I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ You sayin', "L's this," and, "L's that"—get off L' dick I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys And we do drivebys in 325is I had beef with this thief named Randolph Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed So you better leave L alone Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin' Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and Every crab MC that runs up When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up [Hook] Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Let 'em have it) [Verse 2: Big L] I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time One two one two crews I run through Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu Cause I'm a MC assassinator I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator Step to this and get shanked up I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt And I entertain well because of my brain cells I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L My raps are hotter than the Bahamas MC's be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise With Big L you can't swing long So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song [Hook] Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Let 'em have it) [Verse 3: Big L] The Big L's back to attack with a phat rap Matter of fact, black, I'm puttin' Harlem on the map Wassup cause I'm a stiggy star Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart I'm undefeated that's the stone truth Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide A punk brother died cause he tried To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom) I make a lot of dough, I'm quick to spot a foe Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go! When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy Cause I'm a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy Facts on tracks I recite well Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L [Hook] Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Let 'em have it) Outro [Ma$e]: A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner Doin' something they ain't Got no business doin' I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'? Like Box and Herb and Big Sid A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes, B [Big L] Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man Word up let's go see our P.OEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Platinum Plus[Intro: Big L] Yo yo what the fuck man, Big L takin' over the streets Flamboyant Entertainment [Hook 1: DJ Premier] "What y'all bout to witness" "Big L, Big L, Big L" "My-my-my-my, my whole crew wild" "The game is called rap" "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all" "My-whole, my, my whole crew wild" [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke ho You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough I smoke 'dro mixed with coco, strong as bolo I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po-po I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I’m with a bitch or I’m dolo Chips from here to Acapulco While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds My underground niggas, y'all can shine with me Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me That's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be [Hook 2: Big L] Gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch And we need plaques to touch that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us Gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch And we need plaques to touch that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us [Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane] And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been That probably depends, let me show you how to begin Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns Hit the bar spend cash like Monopoly ends Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins Come in the hood, flippin the chicken and broccoli Timbs Niggas come in the game, block they shot at the rim That ain't in you - the fuck you gon' possibly win I do it, "Booty Calls" on the BlackSTREET Teddy tip Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip Heavy with, styles that's the deadliest Cats on that petty shit watch how much lead he get You tryin to go places, chasin Oasis About nothin gettin low wages Drink Hennessy with no chasers Right hook is like Joe Frasier's, I'm the bodacious Body parts are big and like Schwarzenegger's Smokin' Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper If you, block the cash, we lockin ass I'ma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass Only out to earn figures like we please But I don't mind to burn niggas like CDs Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it [*COUGH*] Pardon me, but I'm fucking sick with it [Hook 2: Big L & (Big Daddy Kane)] A-yo; gats we bust, (backs we crush) Only hot tracks we lust, (and crazy stacks we clutch) And we need plaques to touch, (that say platinum plus) Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now, (is wack to us) A-yo; gats we bust, (backs we crush) Only hot tracks we lust, (and crazy stacks we clutch) And we need plaques to touch, (that say platinum plus) Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now, (is wack to us) [Hook 1]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Flamboyant[Intro] Yeah, yeah! Big L, Corleone My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holdin' it down Flamboyant, baby, for life We takin' over (No doubt) Comin' to a theater near you Check it out, come on, check it [Verse 1] Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Better watch me 'round your girl if you ain't fuckin' her right You damn playa haters never want to see me blow Flamboyant Entertainment CEO Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more And I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mind-state I never lounge where you find Jake Surprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great And I'mma increase the crime rate for old time's sake Run with me and I'mma make you a star When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in a M3 Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit Sellin' niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock Keep the gun cocked, represent one block 139, nigga, the Danger Zone We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine Yo, I'm out, I done took up enough time We out, no doubt You know how we do Flamboyant for life [Hook] Big L, Corleone A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother Big L, for real Corleone is too advanced for y'all Big L, I'm a pimped-out nigga for real Big L, Corleone is too advanced for y'all [Verse 2] Yo, it's Corleone and Queen's Most We bust 'til your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast Forever poppin' the chrome, always droppin' a poem I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style They brought it back to the streets ‘cause that shit sell now So pal, back up a bit, give me some elbow space I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place So I'mma lace the jewels up with nice baguettes Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks Y'all niggas better stop frontin' ‘cause I might get vexed And I'mma run up on y'all and slice yours necks With the machete, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie I represent uno-tres-nueve Time is money, so I stay late I'm quick to slide a playmate, bust off like a tre-eight then vacate [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sandman 118 Freestyle[Intro] Aiyo, check it out 1-2, 1-2 It's the Big motherfucking L and I'm 'bout to catch wreck on this Dirtman shit Yo, check it out This is that Sandman 118 shit And it's the B-I-G L straight from 139 in fucking Lenox, Harlem, the Danger Zone I gotta represent it, somebody gotta do it You know what I'm saying? Aiyo, I got a new single out, it's called MVP, the Most Valuable Poet, you know what I'm saying? 'Cause I'm the most valuable poet when it comes to this shit and I'ma prove it right now, check it out [Verse] My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome You shoulda known not to roam through the Danger Zone In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest We sending faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh Big L grew up in the slums of greed, known for drawing guns with speed And selling tons of weed, cause I got sons to feed And it's a must that my toast smokes, I'm not like most folks Fuck tens and twenties, I carry ghost-notes And it's a must that I commence to slaying Any faggot MC who goes against the grain I'mma smoke Pataki ass, and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooley I keep a tooly for any moolie who act fooly So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'mma send em' After I skin em' and spit some venom in em' I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters Who spark buddahs and fuck thick bitches with large hooters Yo, I'm the nigga that be jumping on your stereo When I walk the streets the bitches be tapping they friends, like there he go! Never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow Cause I never was the type to start beefs But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats To hell with silly games, I play survival sports Sometimes I be in the crib, stressed the fuck out, with suicidal thoughts All my life I've been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser School refuser, drug abuser, born loser Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money Now me and the devil is on the same team I'mma hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore I'm not a coward, and fronting on me, I won't allow it I'm high powered, fucking freak bitches like Adina Howard Front and get your belly torn, I keep a Pelle on I'm fucking with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon On the ave I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots You ain't tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots My style is hard like strong lumber Cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong numberEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Don’t Understand It[Verse 1] There are too many MC's who are overrated You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is So give it up, become a actor or a actress Or a producer, 'cause you fail to use the Mic right, so take flight 'fore I bruise ya For sayin' those bull crap wack raps on wax You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract Aiyo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin' games I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin' names But deep down inside, you know who you are Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar And that really gets on my nerve When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve Goin' platinum and don't have no soul Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold I don't like the way it's goin' down Because it should be the other way around [Hook] I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) How MC's take this rap game for granted [Verse 2] MC's — what's goin on? I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform One minute, you're hardcore and raw That's what you was known for, but not no more You changed, you rearranged, you're not the same Your raps are plain, that explain why you lost your fame Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops You turned pop, now you no longer gain props Whose fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack So MC's, don't ever step out your range Remain the same, and only change with the time Unless you get dropped like a dime Go for yours like I'm goin' for mine But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay dapper And never try to look or even sound like another rapper Just fulfill your own needs Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin' beads? [Hook] [Verse 3] This is how it should be done I'm not the one, and my raps are strong like rum But some MC's grab the mic and sound dumb, plus slum (How come?) Rap skills — they have none And I wonder how the hell they records sell They raps are stale and frail, and false like fairy tales Your technique and everything you speak's weak You got a little airplay because of your beats Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black Step to this and get ran over like a train track Your raps are poor to wack, and you went on tour with that Crap, don't understand it, 'cause rhyme skills you lack I got more soul than Nike Airs, givin' MC's nightmares Rappers be frontin' hard, and rhymes — they don't write theirs But still call themselves MC's? Please, how could that be? [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Size ’Em Up[Intro] Hey yo, the streets love me, man And I love the streets So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit Ya'll know me better than that [Verse 1] Ayo, I shoulda been out I'm deadly when I pull the pen out Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me she must like women Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cause yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, nigga, leave the game I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain Where thugs'll never hesitate to squeeze the flame Where niggas be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT, yo bitch wrote me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Mad singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cause they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What?! Word up man, them niggas is hungry They ready to bite a nigga arm off [Chorus] All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggas shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggas shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up [Verse 2] Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk See a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York Time is runnin' out Niggas like,"L, when you comin' out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit' Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A buncha niggas got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit' dime hoes who stuff the coke in they ass Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split A lot of innocent kids got hit Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son We breed the smoothest niggas on the face of the earth Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird I push whips while you walk all day And I hate when strange niggas wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say what's up, gimme a pound, that's it When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out What?! Yeah, fuckin' punks Niggas like you will get robbed everyday [Chorus] All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggas shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggas shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up [Outro] Geah Flamboyant Entertainment, Big L, Rondell C-Town, NFL, you know how we do One time Can't forget my partner Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down The overseer FlamboyantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Big Picture (Intro)[Intro] One-two, y'all know, y'all know [Foxxx] Alright, we gon' keep it moving [Primo] Check this out though [Foxxx] We gon' keep it moving, we gon' keep it moving Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up [Primo] Right you are [Foxxx] You a true underground head You know what this mean right here baby This ain't motherfucking LL Cool J, get it up You know what this mean It don't mean lazy motherfucker either, get it up aight [Guru] You ready Prim [Foxxx] It don't mean [Guru] Everybody keep your L up like that [Foxxx] It don't mean nothing, but one thing [Lord Finesse] Throw that L up in the air We gon' have you do this shit All motherfucking night so get used to it Get used to it This is for my man Big L, word 'em up Put your Ls up, put your Ls up Put your Ls up, put your Ls up [Scratches by DJ Premier] [Verse: Big L] You know the game plan C-Town, that's my main man We never bring luggage, we go shopping when the plane lands Still run with the same clan used to be a Kane fan Everything I rock is name brand L'll make your dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin midget sips, I run with the richest cliques Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits You know nothing about L, so don't doubt L What's this motherfucking rap game without L? That's like jewels without ice That's like China without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ Or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The Village without dykes Or hockey games without fights Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker [Scratches by DJ Premier]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy How Will I Make It?[Intro: Big L] Some people was born in heaven With a silver spoon in they mouth And had everything handed to them on a silver platter And never had to work hard for nothing Then there are some people that was born in the opposite world Of those that was born in heaven, which is called hell And had to work hard for everything they got And never had nothing handed to them... and never will [Verse 1: Big L] I'm only at the age of 10 And life already seems to me like it's heading for a dead end Cause my Moms be smoking mad crack My Pops went out for a fast snack and never brought his ass back Nobody knows how I feel, it's quite ill Cause I had to steal to fill my stomach with a nice meal Too ashamed to walk the streets Wearing the same cheap sneaks and dirty outfits for weeks Even my holidays got damaged Cause on Christmas I asked Santa for a father and a hot sandwich I just can't take it And every day I ask myself, "How will I make it?" [Hook: Big L] It seems like my life's been cursed ever since I was a child And how will I make it? I won't, that's how I walk around with a frown, I got no reason to smile And how will I make it, I won't, that's how Aiyo times was rough, I had to grow up foul And how will I make it, I won't, that's how I always knew that I'd end up doing time on the Isle And how will I make it, I won't, that's how [Verse 2: Big L] Five years passed by, now I'm at the age of 15 No more fun and games, it's time to get cream Cause I'm about to burst, it's like my life was cursed I went to church, prayed everyday and it still got worse Soon I ran into a couple of guns Started stalking the streets late, robbing suckers for funds Now everyday I creep with the heat, ain't nothing sweet I rob for meat, If I don't steal I don't eat Then I lost control and started going too far Robbed this brother named Umar then got snatched by the blue car Where I grew up it was a living Hell Then I started to realize, I'm better off in a prison cell Now I can sleep, now I can eat Can't hit skins, but I wasn't hitting skins when I was in the street Aiyo, I just can't take it And every day I ask myself, 'How will I make it?' [Hook] [Verse 3: Big L] Doing time was full of stress G All the fightings and stabbings and men finding men sexy One tried to test me didn't find it humorous Beat him with a pillowcase filled with cans of tuna fish My time came to a cease, I'm back on the streets again I hope I don't get snatched by the beast again But it's getting crazy hectic cause I'm broke, get up naked And can't get a job cause of my jail record Before you know it, I was robbing them same ducks I even started robbing homeless folks for their change cups My whole life was deserted Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered, but do I deserve it? All I tried to do was live the one life that I got But it seems like I can't get a fair shot I just can't take it And every day I ask myself, 'How will I make it?' [Hook] [Outro: Big L] Word up man, it's real rough out here man In the ghetto, all you can wish for is a better tomorrow It ain't getting no better, it's only getting worse, word up...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fed Up With the Bullshit[Verse 1] Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid I'm a nig who don't dig a muthafuckin pig Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers That misuse they badges to whip niggas' asses Then one day they slow rolled through the hood With the .38s cocked, 2 deep, up to no good They say that my skin was black so they attacked Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my fuckin cap One murdered my man like it was okay For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life And never again see the street lights, and that's trife Around my way they shot many teens And them cops better stop, or I'mma stop em, by any means The Big L won't hesitate to cold diss em And if you ask me, muthafuck the whole system There are too many young black brothers doin life bids Cause justice means 'just us white kids' So take heed to the rhymes I kick I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bullshit [Hook] I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up (Aw, shit) [Verse 2] Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or the cold season Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason You're just gettin home from work And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by a fuckin jerk Niggas in the streets got tough luck First they get cuffed up Then get roughed up, and that's fucked up This every day, not every other week Listen when this brother speak Muthafuck turnin the other cheek Or you'll be layin' in a pine box Bad enough they got .38s, now them clowns gettin nine Glocks I'm not only fed up with the cops I'm also fed up with them punk-ass cab drivers who don't stop They don't care if it's snowin First they slow down, then they see your skin is brown, then they keep goin Cause I wasn't white, the cab took flight But I caught him at the light And put a bullet right through his windpipe I keep a tool with a full clip, the trigger I pull quick Cause I'm fed up with that bullshit [Hook] I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up (Aw, shit)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Heist[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 completedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fall Back[Intro: Big L and Kool G Rap] Yeah, check this shit out Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L Holdin it di-down, ya heard? [Verse 1: Big L] Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong Clown niggas, you ain't got a chance at all Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all I make moves and boss all across the world So don't be upset if I toss your girl I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low Bitches sweat me wherever I go I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets Throwin the dice and takin all side bets Never bummy; sip rummy, get money When I hit honies she felt the dick in her tummy On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what? [Chorus: Kool G. Rap] Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin' big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin' big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks Hot as hell blocks where shells pop Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots Niggas turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop New York livin, got a nigga four-fifth liftin' Send you as a gift to the mortician If you forfeit livin - my fortune is forbidden I say it one time before spittin Then I leave your forehead drippin I laid low then came back for more bread grippin More thread flippin More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose Blow the feathers out of your Northface goose It's G. Rap comin back with a click of brave troops Have y'all niggas runnin for homebase like Babe Ruth Have you holdin holes in your body like you play flute Lay you down til you get found up in the sprayed Coupe Prepare for the takeover - give you the face makeover The seedier row and sheet draped over Be found on the block with the street taped over Or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower Corona Queens shakedown; I'm comin with the nickel-plate pound To trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town Lacin it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin the crown Ya heard? [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin' big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin' big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin' big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin' big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at [Outro - Kool G. Rap] Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin it down with the hazardous Big L Know what I mean? {​*echoes*}​EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Now or Never[Hook] It's time to make power moves and get the chedda And buy the real nice things that makes life better No foolish acts, moves must be clever I'm down for whatever, I gotta blow son, it's now or never [Verse 1] I walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded with rocks Hustlin' on hot corners that be smothered with cops I must warn, my Harlem crew roll strong Word bond, we leave mics torn Y'all brothers slept too long, now it's on L Corleone will never flop, records are forever hot Front on me, you better not I keep the Barreta cocked This goes out to my people's up town Downtown, mid town, across town, and outta town You see me flossin often, at all the club sites At the bars buyin Cristals like they bud lights My style is hard like strong lumber Dime pieces get the digits, chicken heads get the wrong number [Chrous] [Verse 2] Yo I announce facts When I get busy over bounce tracks Droppin lethal raps on wax so I can count stacks I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block Honeys that’s very hot get slid to the Marriott 95' was a beautiful year for L Now I'm back and all the ladies still cheer for L Whatever I write is gonna be tight Cos if makin' hits is wrong I don't wanna be right Never the less, the East is were my crew rest We bust caps that go through vests We only do what we do best And that's cripplin' you brittle men Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend [Hook] {X2} [Verse 3] I like drop tops when it's hot I like Lands when it's snowy Bank account is fat like Joey I'm not very religious, you wouldn't call me holy Sometimes my hair’s corn-rowed, sometimes its fro-y Spark up the you know what, pop the moey L stay flossin, Presidential Rolly Y'all brothers know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links Shorties hittin me with eyewinks as I buy drinks And every girl I got looks like a model If you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto Uptown is my home, and where I roam I stand alone, Big L Corleone got it sewn Sellin' weight in and outta state to generate cake The one jakes hate Got homicide, runnin' out of yellow tape I pack toast with infra red scopes, I turn crews to dead folks If y'all fellas is playas, I'm the head coach [Hook] {X2} Word up son It's time to blow Stack that dough create a better life for me and my fam knaa i mean I've seen the ghetto all my life, its time i see some different Get the picture... The big pictureEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Holdin’ It Down[Produced by Pete Rock] [Intro: Big L & Pete Rock] Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment Big L [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks I sex them chicks and send 'em home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown The other night around 8 P.M Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the grey BM Went to the ATM, took a thou' out Then later on, I had to wild out In the club, knocked some coward and his pal out Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin' which chick number I could dial out? 'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp, baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, and that's ill Playa haters be givin' me harsh looks But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks So F 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips, keep my celly on Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal, boo, I guess it's Perignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo, try to tax and watch the 9 mill burst I've been off the scene over three years and cats is still thirst To hear Big L drop an ill verse So all you unsigned cats that wanna battle - get a deal first I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat That attitude - you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin' figures while you broke cats is keepin' it real L is rap's most livest cat, I'm gettin' stacks While you askin' people "Do you want fries with that?" I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced The one police wouldn't dare chase Keep my gear laced Do I walk around without papes? No way, pal Word up - my money longer than the O.J. trial [Chorus: Miss Jones] Harlem World keep holdin' it downnnnn Big L, Be The Long overdue (Big L) Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Harlem World keep holdin' it down, for Big L Nigga long overdue - niggas wanna know Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") [Verse 2: Stan Spit] Stan Spit, yo, uh Yo what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit I did a flick and bounced on L's shit Well shit, expect me to go platinum That's the only reason why I'm rappin' And since L passed, niggas expect me to make it happen With no release date, I sell in each state I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a cheese-steak So what I'm a Harlem king, doin' my thing My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring After platinum it's the same thing And niggas'll never learn Til I pull the steel and make they lover burn You don't get another turn, game's over Here's my flamethrower Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier Wait til I get older - and we won't stop I thought Mase told ya Nigga Stan he do what he gotta And these haters can't do me nada Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada [Chorus: Miss Jones] Harlem World keep holdin' it downnnnn Big L, Be The Long overdue (Big L) Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem World keep holdin' it down, for Big L Nigga long overdue - niggas wanna know Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") [Verse 3: A.G.] Yo, yo move the fuck back A bring the heat, when I touch tracks These niggas beef then wanna chill? Fuck that These rap niggas with the mills, we deduct that I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at Now where the brews, and the drugs at? Corrupt cats kept slug hats Asked the feds where the bugs at Puff with the dread, 'cause I puff, black High, til I die, and you can trust that All I wanna know - is the club packed? I see the haters sweatin' shorty, but I dug that She put my nut sack back where her lungs at - little ho And them niggas who owe, give up that Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and Nolte Go 'head and provoke me Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B Still "Diggin", still livin', still givin' Y'all the ill written, still fuckin' like Bill Clinton [Chorus: Miss Jones] Harlem World keep holdin' it downnnnn Big L, Be The Long overdue (Big L) Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem World keep holdin' it down, for Big L Nigga long overdue - niggas wanna know Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") [Outro: A.G.] Big LEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Casualties of a Dice Game[Intro] It's Flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all [Verse] Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice The corner's crowded, niggas must be rollin dice I parked the ride so my nigga Iroc can crash the lye spot And I'mma gamble until he come back - why not? Click-clack, cock the gat back, gotta be strapped The game was mad packed, mad cats pockets was fat They playin cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough I bets nothin less than a G yo, you know my steelo First I was losin then I started throwin headcrack After headcrack, got my bread back, jumped in my red Ac' I'm waitin for my nigga to come out of the spot I see niggas startin to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally he walked out, told him, "Hop the fuck in" On my face he saw the grin and said, "How much did you win?" I estimated about, 45 maybe 50 G's My man was hungry so I dropped him off at Mickey D's Now I'm alone, headin home to rest my dome Spotted some niggas trailin so I picked up the phone Called Bones, I said, "Yo son, I'm on the run Need your help before I get done Meet me downstairs, bring your big gun" I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it Cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked And then he hung up And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what? I'm cruisin fast and they still behind me The same nigga who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey It's about to get, real hasty Grabbed the steel, took it off safety Cause I refuse to let these niggas waste me I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash I was injured too, leakin with a deep gash I ain't panicked, I was quite calm Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat Looked at him, shook my head then started buckin my heat It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep I think I'm dyin, I'm feelin weak out on my feet But before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first To one-forty-first and Bradhurst That's where Bones live, walked in the buildin, staggerin Lookin tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down From the look in my eye, he knew he would die Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, "Why?" Then he offered me, all of his cheese Then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out Into the streets covered with blood, about to pass out The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but Damn, here comes a couple of cops; I pulled out And started blowin they started blowin back I'm goin all out I ain't holdin back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin back I kept shootin, one shot caught a cop dead in his top The other pig ducked behind a big truck I was bleedin real bad, and couldn't stop it But still had the fifty thou' profit in my pockets The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near Seen kids playin everywhere then threw the cash in the air I watched all of them, run for they share And all I can do was stare I got weak and fell on my rear Now I can hear the sirens, that means here comes the Jakes But it's too late, I'm knockin on the pearly gates Yeah, casualties of a dice game Never gamble with snakes Let that be a lesson to ya Yeah, it's Corleone y'all Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah Big L.. uhh Big L.. yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch & Bobbito ’95 Pt. I[Verse 1: Big L] Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow, hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beating them with smoking gats Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning You see what happened in my last fight friend Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided Crimes are drug related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts For selling pounds of coke Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat I'm telling you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving niggas comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed And got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids I kept mad blades Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak Cause my technique's great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound I'm from a whyle town You know my style clown, so bow down [Interlude: Big L] Word up! '95 style. I got my man Jay-Z here. Step up to the mic. Yo, word up! The single's called "Put It On." It's in stores right now. Produced by my man Buckwild. In the chorus, he got Kid Capri and got a LG remix which you heard a little while ago. Word up! Jay-Z! [Bobbito] Stretch was wondering if that was a condom endorsement [Big L] Oh nah nah nah nah [Bobbito] Yo we got Jay, we also got "Da Graveyard," right? That's coming up next? With Jay-Z on it? Well, we got Jay-Z in the place. What's up, baby? [Jay-Z] What's up, man? I just come up out that hectic party, man, down in the city, man. That shit was hectic, man. Cops sitting there with shotguns and all that. And that was an R&B party, man, you know? [Bobbito] Yeah, well, the plague is everywhere [Stretch] It was probably Reef [Bobbito] Yeah, it was probably mad Daddy Reef. Yo, he beat you up, you know what I'm saying, so? [Jay-Z] Yo, I don't give a goddamn who it was. I'm here now [Bobbito] Yeah, you do your thing, baby [Stretch] So, you want this beat? [Jay-Z] Yeah, that shit is fine. Check it out, now. Check it check it check it out, now [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Brothers can beg and borrow Still feel sorrow When Jay Z like Zorro get in that ass Better luck tomorrow I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush You need slow down, or get your ass tore down Check it out, I'm too cocky To stop me, you gotta kill me And when I'm gone, you can still feel me On the real, B The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well Even if they won't let me in Heaven I raise hell, till its Heaven Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles As projected, all ho's affected by this style I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies But the goody, pulling R&B bitches wearing hoodies They don't be knowing the way I be flowing When I be going I be running the track like Jesse Owens I disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rocking like You say never you run, if ever you come It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won Come on and ride the rhythm I be producing like jizm Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom For greater understanding I'm landing blows and Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha Enticin when slicing through tracks You're screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back And God knows he can rap Me and L put rhythm on the map So give him his dap And me, I just take mine Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that You never see me stressed, in a GS On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less Jigga incredible Even my thoughts is federal Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption So you know, beatin me will never come Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga I make moves, cause bowels to move When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes Um. We're the peace like Islam I make your eyes rise like yeast Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars Emcee's trying to be the best And even in dying, couldn't be this def I see no reason to stop cheesin Ever since L said "Throw three Gs in" And we can get down and split the wealth That's when I found I could do it myself I get upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Know What I’m About[Verse 1: Big L] When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0 A hardcore life, I chose to explore Therefore I lived raw and went to war with the law My only picture was a mug shot, slugs what thugs got Pockets swellin' hot from sellin' tops on the drug spot Gs was clocked, fat knots went in the socks And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the Glock Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike 'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight 'Cause we could put the guns down and go one round With the hands my man, I ain't the one, you'll get done clown I can inverse my style 'cause I'm versatile Quick to burst a child, I'm livin' worse than foul I pack two tecs in case your crew flex I wet up the set in a sec and yell "Who's next?" To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than jelly jack I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat On one three ninth street, Malcolm X boulevard It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card I tell facts when the beat start Listen here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart I fuck ducks and they crews up, make 'em give the jewels up For those who refuse I squeeze the uz and light them fools up I had beef with this nigga named Randolph Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed A beat down from Big L, that's what all pranksters get Like Al Yankovic, I'm on some real gangster shit I'm never fuckin' with no handicapped or crippled bitches Look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes Crimes I committed, I'm a villain admit it I'm the type to murder you then tell your moms I'm the kid who did it Peace and love is somethin' that I don't rhyme about Fuck what you heard, you know what I'm about [Hook] Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, you know what I'm about Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out You know what I'm about! [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] It's the man with the rough flow Some niggas don't like me but I don't give a fuck though Cause I'm in command y'all I'm smackin' niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball I ain't the funny type To joke around I gotta get my motherfuckin' money right 'Cause I got the right game Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game I'm rolling numbers with no practice I'm snatchin' up the dough like motherfuckers owe taxes 'Cause I got strategy I'm rollin' head crack trips and makin' all the brothers mad at me Word, I'm taxin' shit I'm shittin' on niggas like I just had a laxative Tryin' to earn props I ain't the one to see You clowns'll fuck around and get played like a drum machine Ya gotta find a better way I'll pull ya card, your file, shit, plus your resume 'Cause I don't play clown I gotta get mine that's why my face stay frown I don't smile, don't try to pull my file I'll lay your ass like tile, you know my motherfuckin' style So just slow down 'cause y'all can't throw down And y'all can't accept that a nigga's makin' dough now And I'm livin' better troop And I'm makin' more noise than a fuckin' heavy metal group I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan That's why I'm seein' more papers than a newsstand So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it Point blank I keep my whereabouts secret While niggas are packin' steel, actin' ill I'm on the D.L. with a female and I'm stackin' bills How I'm livin'? Everything is well 'Cause a nigga like me, yo I'm ringin' bells Without doubt I got clout Yo fuck that shit, yo you know what I'm about [Hook] Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, you know what I'm about! Yeah! C'mon! Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out You know what I'm about! [Outro: Big L] Word, you definite know what I’m about Go get your steel and guard you grill, you bitch-ass niggas I ain’t having it for ‘92, niggas, word 'em upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Shoulda Used a Rubba[Chorus] I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic [Big L] Ayyo, one hot summer night after ballin hard I went to the phone booth with my callin card And called up Joel, yeah you know L I told her come to the crib, yo mother fuck a hotel She said she was gonna come at ten The bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend You know I'm not a rude brother yo But I let Joel in and slammed the door on that other ho So we was sittin in the livin room kickin it And all I thought about was stickin it She was mean, cause you know I wouldn't fuck wit a sleazy ho Yo we was coolin, watching some TV show I was crackin sex jokes, tryin to get the puss' And this bitch was kickin scripts beatin round the bush Talkin bout rhyme for me L man fuck rhyming Cause my dick, is hard enough to cut diamonds I said, "I hope you ain't tryin to dick tease Ayyo, cause Big L's quick to tell a bitch leave." Ayyo my game started fuckin wit her head soon Next thing ya know we went straight to the bedroom I knocked the boots from New York to Santa Fe And that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray I caught a cab, on 139 & Lenox Ayyo, I took it to the neighborhood clinic Because she gave me gonorrhea Yo, I'mma kill that bitch, the next time that I see her [Chorus] x2 I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic One afternoon I was cruising on the Westside Bumpin my system, lounging back in a fresh ride Hoes be hotter than a sauna So I put the system on max, and bumped my shit on the corner I saw this girl walkin by who was hype as hell She was mad point-blank, she was right for L But she tried to play me like a statue black I said, "Sweeheart whats your name?" "I gotta man," "I ain't ask you that." She said in order to be with me you gotta be rich You won't be able to switch, I said, "Fuck you bitch." Another girl walked by, I called her "Excuse me what's your name" "Lorraine, what's yours" Ayyo, game I kicked well I said honey my names Lamont, but I'm known as Big L I was looking smooth with the jewelry She said, "L's for Lamont, but what's the Big for?" "You'll see." Ayyo, my pockets was extra thick "So what you doin later, oh nothing, then lets catch a flick." Yeah, I bagged that ho well Took her to the triple M, movies, meal, and motel And when it comes to this I'm a professor I didn't molest her I caressed her, undressed her then sexed her But I must be getting bolder Cause I didn't put a helmet on my mother fucking soldier I started stickin up quick And the next time I took a leak A motherfuckin flame shot out my dick [Chorus] x4 I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic Ayyo L these bitches be burnin’ the dog shit outta niggas, know what I’m sayin’? Who you tellin’ man? These bitches nowadays’d have a nigga dick drippin’ lava [Laughter.] You know what I’m sayin’? Ayyo, these bitches’ll have a nigga, give a nigga’s balls a heat rash or somethin’ man Okay… Man fuckin’ with these hoes without a rubber nowadays is like bungee jumpin’ with a rope around your neck. That’s like playin’, [laughter], that’s like playin’ Russian roulette with a shotgun. Ayyo word, ayyo, ayyo man, fuck a rubber man, I’m a start puttin’ balloons on my dick, dog, ayyo I’m a start puttin’ suntan lotion on my dick or somethin’. Ayyo these bitches is triflin’ dog. Ay I’m gettin’ the fuck up out of here man Aight, let’s bounce AightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Triboro[Intro] [O.C.] Phenomenon O.C [Big L] Big L, one-three-nine baby [O.C.] Diggin' In The Crates [Joe] Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin [Verse 1: O.C.] Yo, yo, yo I'm from a place where them niggas don't, talk no shit Where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click Where the track stars come to warm up for a race Blue and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!" So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor Walk away and come back without cats runnin off I'm a model ho's wet dream, in her sleep Performin X-rated fuck scenes, me goin deep O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record I'm like a man bein honored at the Grammy awards I pitch lines like fastballs, mush-out, rap my ass off Knuckle gaze crumblin your glass jaw Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker? "The Big Picture" be the motherfuckin theme nigga Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode [Hook x2: Remi Martin and O.C.] [Remi] Where Brooklyn at? [O.C.] Yo B-K don't play [Remi] Harlem World [O.C.] Where niggas get the money all day [Remi] Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay [Both] Triboro, so thorough, always [Verse 2: Big L] Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice I give young fools advice about the rules of heist When I rock 'gators, hoes be like, "Them shoes is nice" Dimes I'm willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome 'Cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone I blast the tech at your dome to leave you restin alone Go home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone You got this nigga frontin like he the, main event When his album ain't even last long, it came and went I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!" [Hook x2: Remi Martin and O.C.] [Remi] Where Brooklyn at? [O.C.] Yo B-K don't play [Remi] Harlem World [O.C.] Where niggas get the money all day [Remi] Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay [Both] Triboro, so thorough, always [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Hoodied down with the mac, Boogie Down where it's at Fuck around hear the sound of the gats Wanna clown, we react, fuck that Do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack? I'm coke on the streets, I'm open for beef I'm hoping you reach so we can go with the heat I'm like a nigga that you just can't kill Niggas spittin that hot shit, but just ain't real Uhh, it's like you muh'fuckers frontin for me Nuttin to see, when I'm the one you wantin to be Lovin the stee', come through plush in the V Got niggas mad 'cause they payin' while we fuckin for free Make Trizz a household, live what I told I only speak that true shit that I know Besides y'all don't want it with us A hundred or plus, killers that be lovin to bust What the fuck? [Hook] [Verse 4: Remi Martin] Yo Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazing Styles just switch like hips on gay men Trips to the Caymans, rich and famous Rhymes so hot my spit be flaming Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up Bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up My shit drastic, all type of tactics Rip shit flip shit, spit shit backwards Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you I kick shit like kung-fu and I jam like guns do You got one? I want two like water, I run through Psycho, make you wanna change your whole mic flow Floss it, givin bitches lyrical abortions Stay cautioned, my first shit was just a lil portion I come back with more shit, playback some raw shit You can't rock, so I'mma take your spot make you forfeit [Hook x2: Remi Martin and O.C.] [Remi] Where Brooklyn at? [O.C.] Yo B-K don't play [Remi] Harlem World [O.C.] Where niggas get the money all day [Remi] Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay [Both] Triboro, so thorough, alwaysEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’93 Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle[Big L] You better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L be keepin’ niggas hearts pumpin’ like Reeboks It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat Faggots I buck and wet Disrespect and I'm a break your fuckin’ neck I'm known to put a cap in a duck face I spray guns, fuck mace I'm a nutcase from a rough place It's called Uptown Front and get bucked down Walk through with jewels on, that ass'll get stuck clown I got styles you can't copy, bitch It's the triple six in the mix Straight from H-E double hockey sticks I'm the devil's son, like my song said I smash niggas like cornbread You can't kill me, I was born dead I wet shit up like a floodage Me and my crew peel caps and carry gats like it's luggage I'm nowhere near trash, so step to the rear fast Before I have your queer ass cryin’ like tear gas Every day I gain clout and my game sprout Some niggas'll still be virgins if crack never came out The Big L's hard to kill, when my squad gets ill You better guard your grill, before you get scarred for real Big L is a large boss Known for puttin’ more holes in a nigga body than a golf course I'm crazy quick to knock a duck off I'll pull out then buck off And tear a nigga grill right the fuck off You'll get smoked like a Phillie fast ‘cause your shit is really trash Fuck around, I’ll swing on ya silly ass It's Big L the crime converter Sayin’ peace to all the niggas in jail doin’ time for murder I wreck the mic, plus the whole stage Rockin’ cornrow braids I'm killin’ muthafuckers like old age Known to have a hottie open I keep a shotty smokin’ Front and get half the bones in ya body broken I never false teach, so listen as the boss preach I only rock leathers by Marc Buchanan and North Beach I'm makin’ rap hits, I snap flicks at mack chicks Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch Yo I'm the nigga that they call A.W.O.L Punks, I slay all, on my spare time I play ball In the playgrounds, I spray clowns with trey pounds Makin’ gs from transportin’ kis on Greyhounds My shit is kickin’ like a sensei I'm smoother than Ben Gay Comprende? I'm outtie like M.J So Herb McGruff My mellow, my nigga Get on the mic and pull the MC triggerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Games Females Play[Intro: Big L] Aiyyo, what's up? This is Big L, know what I'm sayin'? Callin' to see how that joint, know what I'm sayin', came out [Interlude] Aiyyo fellas... keep a eye open... watch out 'Cause females be playin' a whole lot of games like these [Hook] Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play 'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair You might get caught out there if you not aware [Verse 1] I know this lady by the name of Katie If you broke, she's shady You got cash? She's ready to have your baby The type of female the fellas stress Stay fresh to death, well dressed in Chanel, Guess, nothin' less Body got more curves than a S, I smoked the boots like cess And I confess, the sex was the best (Yes) Within a week, she had keys to my rest I done made her my main squeeze and gave her G's to invest Then one day, I overheard her talkin' to friends Sayin' how she didn't like me, all she want is the ends Yo, honey was sheisty Had me thinkin' she was wifey Trickin' ridiculous, givin' her jewels that was icey I said, "It's over, and what I gave you, you can have that" It wasn't even her — it was myself I was mad at Lettin' that dame use me for my name and my fame That's lame, but it's a shame how I fell for the game [Hook] [Verse 2] A year ago, I did a show for some dough Puffed a bag of hydro, then broke out on the low And on my way out, it was a female on my trail Who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL I asked honey her name, she replied, "Monique" Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat Jump in the passenger seat, let's go get somethin' to eat She said I was that Roc-a-Fella she'd been dyin' to meet I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn't a freak Yeah, right! It's all good, so I waited a week Then one night, to my crib she decided to creep Knocked on a nigga door and woke me outta my sleep I let her in, before you know it, we was doin' our thang I drove her home, and said, "Tomorrow give me a ring" It was about a month later when she gave me a call With some bogus ass story that was off the wall Claimin' she's pregnant with my child, I think that's quite foul How is that? I wore a Lifestyle [Hook] [Outro] So watch out fellas... watch out You better watch out, fellas Yeah, you better watch out Watch out fellas... you better watch out For realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hell Up In Harlem[Intro: Big L] A yo check it out We about to make this shit real hot We got Big L, Herb McGruff and Ron G the mix king The niggas that hold it down for Uptown Check it out Bust it [Verse 1: Big L] I walk around with six thou' sippin' on Cristal My whole clicks wild I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm makin' hits now What I recite, you takin' hours to write So if you bite, just tell your man what kind of flowers you like I’m about as ridiculous as bankrolls, clothes and hostin' shows Smokin foes and strokin' hoes in the Poconos I roll wit intruders looters and sharp shooters Who spark Buddhas and fuck thick bitches wit large hooters I grew up in the slums of greed Known for Drawin guns with speed or Sellin' tons a weed cuz I got sons to feed Harlem’s where the thugs rest, in the slug fest We sendin faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh I only roll wit big willie ass niggas So motherfuck all them little silly ass niggas I chew punks like chew sticks, known for droppin' new hits I know you want me ho if I was you I’d want me too bitch L is that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck I’m so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet So Herb McGruff my mellow my man Word up, get on the mic' and do the best you can [Verse 2: Herb McGruff] Yo it’s me, livin' in the lap of luxury Never ending funds, my niggas got the guns Hon's wigglin', shakin' they buns That's how it runs, money makin' in tons Mansion swimmin' pool, you know the rules Champagne and brews, flossin' my jewels City zone, mad game like pretty Tone 3-57 chrome to your dome Hard as stone all Gruff cars got phones Like Mob style, smoking cigars and bones Who be that? Hundred dollar bills crispy Versace suit, slightly out to blaze and (?) Gator morry, sliding through the party mad pissy Champagne cooler filled wit Mo, Don, and Cristy Eyes low, from the dutch and hydro When bubbly get low, what the fuck we buy mo' I’m universal, girls love Herb's style Every now and then mix my herb wit' Tical I run wit real niggas who live life foul My clans off the hook, y’all soft and shook Now look, we never talk lives get took Straight up crook, Gruff can never live by the book Yeah and ya don’t stop [Ma$e & Killa Cam] Now that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh I like it Uh huh, uh huh [Verse 3 - Mase] Yo, this Mase the newest and youngest member Of the Bad Boy click Representing on this new Ron G shit Yeah kid Harlem on the rise You don’t really want a problem with us guys I got my man Killa Kam wit me A.K.A. nigga K.F.C We blowin' this shit down on the 123 Represent kid for the NYC Yo, you know me I be OT low key Icy rollie, puff on the O.Z Hoes think I’m cute, 5001 suits Now I got the loot stay in hot pursuit My people see dough, legal, Puerto Rico (??), watchin' for the police yo Yo, I can stay on the red, we always shake the feds Send ki's, (??) taped to there legs Bonnie and Noani, became my Sugar Mammi They hit me off wit mad loot plus the good punani Now I’m mackin' Movado like I got half of the lotto And be in Monte Carlo sippin' Remy out the bottle Parle wit moms Alize in my palms Stay calm, send drug money to my baby moms I don’t know what it is or what they seen me wit But these Moschino chicks want Casino chips I be frontin' wit loot 600’s and coops Mad bitches lickin' down my stomach like I’m Luke While you wit' your team, flippin' bricks to get your green I whip the mean triple beam deluxe wit the wings But real life, that I could die over this cream I ain’t tryin' to be seen in jail wit 5 to 15 So I change my ways start carryin' the Qu'ran Follow the man that they call Louis Farrakhan Soon as I stop dealin' drugs is a career A thug appeared, hit me wit a slug from the rear It’s fucked up but that what happens When you dwell in these streets Only two ways out the game Go to jail or be deceased, nigga Where my man Killa Kam at? (Right here) What? Where my nigga Killa Kam at? What? Where my nigga Killa Kam at? Show them niggas how we do.. [Verse 4: Killa Cam] Now check this, yo yo yo We's about to crush this, cats out for justice Crack yeah we crush this, gats yeah we bust this You got me, i'm everybody wise copy Without the Versace, girls still flock me And watch me, 5-0, always tryna knock me and lock But they know that they can't stop me Perfect me, check me, rolling in the sexy 400 S-C, jet black Lexie Edible, sexible, running from these federals Catch me? They never will! Cam too incredible, respectable Pad locks, dead cops, mad rocks from mad blocks Dead cops now we getting mad props Creamy, white girl saying that I'm dreamy In made bikini, claim they wanna see me Used to ride the Beamy, me and Muscolini Bought em size jeanys when he came from the greens (??) Mud shed when i'm in the Beam over bloodshed Ride right cash jay, go get our assay from Tucker's hookers Yeah they should look this but when it's time pay They gonn' say they shook us Like Sandra, Conda, four pair of farmers And mad ganja, took her (??) On my dick and another bitch fonder But I wear two hats I don't wanna catch the monster Get me, hit me, Motorola flippy Wildness since bits, ya'll cat's are kittens No doubt! [Ma$e & Killa Cam] Now that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh I like it Uh huh, uh huhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch & Bobbito ’95 Pt. II(Big L) My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events Big L is the nigga you expect To catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probably got your mommy strung Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Guillianni hung Never had a gassed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'mma beat your faggot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till their life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm killing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Ms. Right So we can never be a couple hun Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum And clown emcee's I be attacking quick I'm on some rappin' shit and some car jackin' shit I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry jack but get up out of that My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate And I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate He didn't listen to what I was speakin He started reaching So I left him sleepin' with his temple leaking Aight, back to my man Jay-Z here (Jay-Z) As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage And no I don't have it, I get it together like a marriage I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow You're thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too r-rugged to follow I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam Let me take a little breath...god damn The kid is a wizard I'm definitely destined to make eight digits Met up with L on the road to riches As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch You know I'm gonna end ya, uh The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in Niggas are do ducking I'm boo buckin', fuck it I'm whyle But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggas gonna do to the man? I see you brought your little crew... and? I'm still comin' with velocity, check it out Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh Ain't none of these clowns fuckin around Ain't none of these clowns standing their ground With the crowned prince of the underground Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now The heats on, sweat now Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin' out of their seats now Shit I got crazy skills It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty I got rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, I Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guys J-A, baby, baby please, gimme g's Baby, baby, wit crazy ease Watch Jay-Z get crazy G'sEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Doo Wop #5I'm comin through y'all, with the Glock buckin' Ya whole block duckin' Every bitch that I'm fuckin' with now is cock-suckin' It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin' Ya niggas is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George I destroy frauds with one verse Nigga, we could knuckle up Or we could let the guns burst L is the type to murder your son first To get my point across Since y'all wanna chit or chat with the coppers Y'all might as well join The Force Where I'm from, believe me Snitches get killed Niggas be hustlin' daily Tryna fuck more bitches than Wilt Takin pictures in silk, gator'd up Passport: dated up, hair braided up I fucked ya bitch But I ain't rape the slut, she gave it up I runnin' with Wop, you runnin' wit' me We runnin' together We get drunk and blunted together But don't front, the guns is under the leather Ready to ill Ready to kill, ready to peel Steppin to Corle', you better be real 'Cause none of my niggas be lettin' me chill My crew be deliverin' hot lead When gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' up shit in rap events It's like soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' The people yell I'm rugged as hell, brothers can tell That none of y'all niggas is fuckin' with L When I'm that nigga ya expect To catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time My parents haven't met yetEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let Me Find Out[Big L] Let me find out this gonna rock the clubs All the thugs at the bar, poppin' bubs Dime pieces, shake that ass, show me love This goes out to all of the above Let me find out this gonna rock the clubs All the thugs at the bar, poppin' bubs Dime pieces, shake that ass, show me love This goes out to all of the above Check it! I be that playa with the big street buzz, who all the freaks love Braided hair, light moustache, a little peach fuzz That slim guy, all my life been fly Representin' one-three-nine, Harlem World, NY Yeah! Yo I was destined to be a star honey Plus I rock jewels that cost car money And cats like you never got rocks on Rappin' bout Roleys, and got a Swatch on Playa hatas don't wanna see me blow Flamboyant Entertainment C.E.O Huh! (You know) How cool can one MC be? Ya'll still envy me, cause I'm MVP Cruise through Harlem in a bulletproof MPV Man, you fuck around and get plugged like MTV Word! My style is rough like strong lumber Cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong number I stay droppin' like April showers Give me BET's address, so I can send Rachel flowers And I'm rap most livest cat Gettin' stacks while you asking niggas: Do you want fries with that? Try to tax me, and watch the nine mil' burst I've been off the scene over two years, and ya'll still thrist To hear L drop a ill verse And all you unsigned rappers that wanna battle, get a deal first I'm quick to smoke an ounce with my thugs This be that party shit that make you bounce in the clubs I defeat creeps, with techniques, on elite beats Always front row, never sittin' in the cheap seats Boo, I got too much cash for that I never date rape, I get too much ass for that And do I walk around the streets broke? No way pal Word up, my money longer than the O.J. trial Yo, my Harlem World playas, ya'll can shine with me Got my own label now, so ya'll can sign with me Ya'll can take it from the bottom and climb with me It's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be I'm in charge of all Just threw a party at the Taj Mahal Cause The Mirage is small We gonna build like construction, real hot production No playa hatin', just congratulatin' And I'm known to taste a chick Take her to my Harlem hideout and lace her quick And believe me, I know the right place to lick As long as I got a face, ya'll got a place to sit I'm a true Don, from here to Huston Strong like a Yukon No more jelly, strictly Grey Poupon Pretty ladies wanna see L Fellas wanna be L If I go to jail, you'll wear shirts saying: Free LEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy School Dayz[Production by Showbiz] [Big L: Verse 1] Ay yo Rookie, is a game that a fool plays I'm sitting here reminiscing about my school days Ay yo I used to go mad fresh Scoop the chick, stupid prick, get the digits and the address Yo they was jocking, cause I was clockin fast cash I slid a chick everyday after last class Strictly a sex thang, let me explain I hit 'em up, get 'em up, and put 'em on the next train My trademark was black glasses, I cut the whack classes Then slide off with some cutie pies with fat (hey) Yo all the fellas was amazed By the way I was macking females in my school days [Hook] Yes yes, y'all (here we go, here we go) [Verse 2] Ay yo the school I went to, a whole bunch rhymed That's why it was battles everyday at lunch time A brother battled me once it was plain whack I played him so bad he left school and never came back And in the lunchroom it was a Big L thing I made so much noise that you couldn't hear the bell ring One of us froze then dozed, to the top I rose And got props when I rocked the school talent shows My opponents got scarred fast That's why when they see me they do the hundred yard dash I left emcees and they whole crew phased Yea, that's how I did it in my school days [Hook] [Verse 3] When I first got inside high school, I wasn't known I roamed alone but I held my own I was a freshman, in other words, a new jack When you mentioned Big L, brothers was like "Who's that?!" Then I made the master plan, now I got a batch of fans So when you mention my name now, "Oh, that's my man" You see how, it's all about me now All the girls scream "Ow" whenever I freestyle When I roll the whole crews on the scenery So those who envy me can't do a thing to me I used to move alone, now my crew's fat I went from a new jack to a new mack, that's true black I'm cutting rappers like soufflés, I came off like toupées Yea, that's how I did it in my school days [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blackout Rap Show Freestyle[Big L] I be puffin' blunts in the house, hittin' stunts on the couch This year, crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth When your wife see me, she don't know how to act So don't be mad when I blow out her back; For real Your whole crew's a buncha poo butts, made a few bucks J'd a few sluts, then ya'll started runnin' your lips a little too much Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low Chickens sweat me wherever I go Me and O.C. be in the Lex', Cartier specs, Nautica sweats Gore-Tex, with Presidentials on, full of baguettes I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack Now I wanna gold plaque, can I get a soul clap? Some cats be col' wack You got the lye? Well brother, roll that And if it won't get me high, then hold that I'mma cop me a six, and cruise through the block with your trick I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich [O.C.] Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm I wave it over the crowd, dictating shit like Genghis Khan Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic Scolding, bringing somatic to this rap shit Bona fide. Mic set, you can't see me on it Master the art, so now I just flaunt it Born to live a life and die, but 'til then I'mma keep on writing slick rhymes with the pen I take the cherry from a beat like a virgin havin' innocent Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless Tearing it up when it comes to me picking up this cordless One of New York's finest On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz Bringing out the best in me We formulatin' like a recipe Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff Bestow my presence Then I'm divine like the seven Keeping it tight, cause what I suffice is raw nigga It's only right [Big L] Like that, y'all [O.C.] It's like that, y'all [Big L] On the Blackout Rap show, with my man Phat Phillie Check it out, uhh We about to get into a verse like this Check me out, y'all [DJ Phat Phillie] Hmm-mmm [Big L] Yeah, yeah A couple of years ago, before the year nine-fo' My cash flow was low, I was low on dough Used to try to talk to fly girls, and they was like: No! I knew that all of that'd change once I started to blow Now my pockets are bloated, because I exploded Stay devoted, dropped a hot album, now I'm loaded I hang with fly stars, buy cars, for fifty-thou' The New York City child, thug with a pretty smile I love this rap game, that's why I married it It's a big load, but somebody gots to carry it At one point I was about to give up Then got offered a record deal, and my eyes lit up In 1992, boo, my dream came true First I got the fame, then the cream came through Word up, I used to rhyme all the time Whoever thought that slim kid from one-three-nine'd Shine down the line, huh? I used to sell cracks, now I sell tracks Listen up, cause when L raps, he tell facts I'm the type of cat to lay wack MCs to rest I was told to work hard to achieve success Words of wisdom from my father He said: L, when things ain't going so well Don't give up, try harder And never be afraid to make mistakes And don't spend your cash foolishly, save your papes Cause good things come to those who wait they turn Stay concerned, cause it's a lotta papes to earn And help those that's less fortunate than you And stay true to whatever you do, until you're through [O.C.] Yo, uhh O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you To rock like I do, it takes certain zest I'm truly untouchable, like Elliot Ness See, my word and verse is fly. One moment tranquil Then the next minute it goes with the strength to kill I can rock a party right, all night, just trust me Not an MC out there who can touch me Anywhere I go, young ladies, they rush me When I'm on the mic, no way in hell you can hush me My mere presence will leave you in awe And when I'm through you too will call me pa-pa Now is the time to settle this vendetta Slicin' MCs like a Swiss-cheese shredda If you don't like Swiss, then I cut you like chedda Thick, slow and quick, great pain it will inflict The beat's on time and the cuts all click Elegant, never meant, I loves to invent If you heard me say I rock, this is what I meant I don't shriek, I speak, I could never be weak I got the crowd overwhelmed with my rap mystique I'm shrewd, never booed, I wear the MC crown When I step in the place, MCs, they bow down Suckas I will smash, they're not fit for the class Yo, when we get on the mic, they break out like a rash Cause my sonic, atomic MCs get moronic Chillin' with Big L, we like: It's bionic Charismatic, emphatic, bass has no static Strungin' off the rhyme like a cocaine addict Nothing but cheers, call O.C. the leader Def rhyme writer, fake MC defeater Girlfriend said you're sweet, but I'm sweeter I'll slay any MC in this rappin' arena Colossal, not a fossil, MCs are quite docile Teach what I'm preaching, you can call me an apostle Tall, not short, dog, and this is the sport I'm a soldier with the mic, and I'm guarding my fort And MCs are no bigger than my big toe And I get higher rating than The Cosby Show When I recite my rhyme, just for you, my friend Big L, jump on this mic and flow once again [Big L] Yo it's L the Harlem Check it out, bust it Yo it's L, the Harlem pimp baby For real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady And that's ill Playa hatas be giving me harsh looks But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks Forget em all Yo, it's L the Harlem pimp baby, just like I said Right now, I'm going off the top of the head It's me and O.C., we be low-key Chillin' in the cribs, iced-out Roley Chillin' with my man, his name is Phat Phillie I'm about to get illy, L is a willy The Blackout Rap Show I'm cool like my man, Fat Joe Chew MCs like tobacco O.C [O.C.] Who's the fatso? No, not O MC pro-rap, I can rip the show With my man Big L, that's right, we representin' Name is O.C., I'll put my foot indent in Inside your butt like a slut on the call MC war Mics I storm My man Big E is on the back of the side MCs, pull away before I crash your ride [Big L] Check it out, check it out O.C. I got your back, bro [O.C.] I got your back [Big L] And we chillin' on the show called the Blackout Rap show It's like that y'all It's like that y'all O.C. and L could never be wack y'all Check it out, every time I flow it's a sensation Check it out, like [O.C.] Live motivation! [Big L] Uhh! Yeah, cuttin' MCs like Jason [O.C.] What? We been the ill ??? [Big L] I'mma set it off, then you gonna set it off next [O.C.] One-two. Watch how we flex [Big L] Uhh, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all [O.C.] It's like that, we hit the cats with a base-bat, y'all [Big L] Right now, we tourin' all over the world [O.C.] MCs, just dissin' your girl [Big L] Uhh, we cool. You know how we do [O.C.] Takin' MCs to schools and we ain't no fool [Big L] Right now we gonna make this the very last line [O.C.] Sucka MCs, O and L is on time [Big L] Like that, ya'llEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Shot Ya Freestyle[Verse 1: Big L] Yo check it My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome You shoulda known not to roam through the Danger Zone In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest I'm sending faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh Big L grew up in the slums with greed, known for drawing guns with speed And selling tons of weed, cause I got sons to feed It's a must that my toast smokes, I'm not like most folks Fuck tens and twenties, I carry ghost notes And it's a must that I commence to slain Any faggot MC who goes against the grain I'mma smoke Pataki ass and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooly I keep a tooly for any muli who act fooly So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'mma send ‘em After I skin ‘em and spit some venom in ‘em I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters Who spark buddhas and fuck thick bitches with large hooters I'm the nigga that be jumping on your stereo So when I walk the streets the bitches be tapping they friends, like there he go! I never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow Try to take mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow Cause I never was the type to start beefs But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats To hell with silly games, I play survival sports Sometimes I be in the crib stressed the fuck out, with suicidal thoughts All my life I been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser School refuser, drug abuser, born loser Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money Now me and the devil is on the same team I'mma hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene I’m better than every rapper that you thought was raw Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore I'm not a coward, so fronting on me, I won't allow it I'm high powered, fucking freak bitches like Adina Howard Front, get your belly torn, I keep a Pelle on I'm fucking with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon Cause on the Ave. I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots You ain't tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots My style is hard like strong lumber, cute chicks get the dick And ugly bitches get the wrong numberEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who You Slidin’ Wit’[Big L] Yo what's the deal miss? I'm sayin tho', let me know somethin right now Y'know we been dancin all night I been buyin you drinks all night and shit You goin home with a nigga or what? Tell me somethin! Uhh Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X) Whattup miss, who you hidin wit? Who you slidin wit? Who you ridin wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well [Big L] Henn Rock and Alize I get drunk off Whattup miss? Get wit a real man and cut that punk off E'rythang gon' be alright I been - watchin you watch me all night I asked honey her name and she told me Celeste She had big breasts, honey had me harder than a Spanish test We on the dancefloor, gettin our boogie on I see the haters watchin me with they hoodies on Tryin to peep the ice under the sleeve I'm like, "It's time to breeze," told honey, "Let's leave" Took her to Ema G's(?), got some eggs and cheese Grits fishcakes and orange juice, freshly squeezed When she finished her meal, I said, "What's the deal For real - you goin home or you tryin to chill?" She got close, whispered somethin slow in my ear And it ain't hard to tell where we goin from here Yeah.. Chorus [Stan Spit] I ain't on that hatin stuff I was feelin shorty then the bitch told me she was datin Puff I'm a average nigga, then she said she was in the 6 My relationship, with that nigga called Jigga I'mma compete with that? I'm a corner nigga sellin crack Guess I gotta be a ballplayin nigga to bone Da Brat One bitch, I ain't even wanna fuck She runnin around, all open off Kurupt The ho I thought, was gon' be real easy Told me she got a man and he's some beatmakin nigga named Stevie What's wrong with these hoes? I'mma fly nigga I don't wanna go flip Mo' to Rah Digga Or Miss Lopez, bitch no feds She used to be in the Bronx, rockin Pro Keds With some Dominican 'dro heads, ridin on top this On the back of mopeds, titties all out - what what? Chorus [Big L] Is yo' game rusty? Around yo' dame, never trust me Cause soon as you blink I'mma slide her off then bust three And I only lay pipe to dimes A lot of niggas I know are takin care of kids that might be mines I love to go low, I'm freaky like that I never get caught creepin cause I'm sneaky like that, uhh It ain't my fault your girl be ho-hoppin And matter of fact, the last time you gave her loot to go shoppin Honey picked me up some dope shirts It's because of me why she's walkin crooked and her throat hurts I hate to wait, cause I'm not on the patient tip Just hit me off, we don't need a relationship And when you mention my name, it ring a bell Ask any female, nobody do it like L I met this chick Rhonda, who pushed the black Honda Took her to the crib and bombed her with this big brown anaconda Chorus 2X [Big L] Uhh.. Flamboyant Entertainment NFL.. one-three-nine, Lenox Ave Harlem shit, uhh That's how we do, yeah..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back Up Off MeFuck them other cats I'm running with my own wolfpack Keep frontin' like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back Cause you don't get down, that tough shit you talk is profound, you's a clown Fuck around, come uptown and get found I keep a pocket full, none of you niggas can touch my funds I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my guns While you home relaxed, I'm squeezing macs Bustin' off caps, those coward cats, will go to platinum plaques get taxed And I do jooks and sling pies to make cream rise It's all about these green guys, front your whole team dies How I'm, livin' so far swell you can't scar L Headed a cartel selling more cakes than Carvel And I'm, labeled a kind thug police got my line bugged Hope I see a grave from old age and not a nine slug I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut Big L is clean-cut with more jewels than King TutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tru Master[Verse 1] Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives And when you sold eighth's, we sold pies And when you rode bikes, we drove 5's There's no comparison son, s'just embarrasing I'm runnin' wit some of da baddest men in the whole New York We hold the fort while you crab cats is holdin tips Playa hatin, pushin stolen whips We at da dice game rollin trips, out of town throwin bricks Taking over, cooking up coke with baking soda I buy hot jewels and ice it down, while you go to the jewellery store wit short doe tryna bring the prices down You betta spread wit them 30 dollar kicks on Or get whipped on, knocked out cold, and pissed on L is a heavyweighter wit steady paper You da type to go to jail for a petty caper Then come home on good behavior Talkin' bout you no longer hard now cause you a man of god now Yo its amazing, L is blazing, always been Before i put da braids in, i use to let the waves spin What you be saying don't impress me at all And them chicks u be jayin dont be sexy at all Word life, everything that i recite stand out Go head and front, so i can try this right hand out Across yo jaw, L neva lost a war No respect for them cowards who enforce tha law You got sumthin to say, then cough it out Cuz cowards be wantin beef, but when u pull out the heat They ready to talk it out What is there to talk about, u was just frontin Now it ain't nuttin, ain't that suttin I should start bussing anyway And put one of u punks in da ground Ya'll cowards be killin me wit ya'll faces frown, jumpin around Like u scaring L, not even, cause I'mma be a thug until i stop breathin Plus I'm runnin with a smooth ass crew, that'd shoot at u You wanna knuckle up, whateva we can do that too Ya'll fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks, i sex them chicks Then send them home, corleone is known to be stoned When i bone, i rubber duck in case that chick full blown The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim Jumped out the grey BM, went to the ATM Took a thou' out, later on i had to wild out In da club, knock some coward and his pal out Then afterwards, went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now im thinkin what chick number i can dial out Cuz its L, the harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes then that sprint lady, and thats ill Playa haters be givin me harsh looks, but im tryna sell records like Garth Brooks So f em all, when its cold i throw the skelly on Illegal chips, keep my celly on, mega ice is what im heavy on If it ain't Cristal boo, i guess its Pérignon If the na-na's too tight, i throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst I've been off the scene over 3 years and cats is still thirst They hear Big L drop a ill verse, so all you unsigned cats that wanna battle get a deal first I sport da bulletproof, fitted-hat, that attitude you betta get rid of that Whereava u floss is where u gon get it at What I stay strapped, i go to sleep wit my steel Makin figures while u broke cats keepin it real L is rap's most livest cat, im gettin stacks while u askin people "do u want fries with that" I rob fags in da staircase, no mask, bare face The one police wouldn't dare chase, keep my gear laced Do I walk around without papes? No way pal Word up, my money longer than the OJ trialEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Games[Sadat X] Yeah yeah, watch us turn it up for y'all Tight broads watchin The Guru, the great 'Dat X, and Big L Flamboyant for life [Verse 1: Big L] Check it, a year ago, I did a show for some dough Puffed a bag of hydro, then broke out on the low And on my way out, it was a female on my trail Who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL I asked honey her name, she replied, Monique Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat Jump in the passenger seat, let's go get something to eat She said I was that Roc-a-Fella she'd been dying to meet I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn't a freak Yeah right, it's all good, so I waited a week Then one night to my crib she decided to creep Knocked on a nigga door and woke me outta my sleep I let her in before you know it, we was doing our thang I drove her home, and said tomorrow give me a ring It was about a month later when she gave me a call With some bogus ass story that was off the wall Claiming she's pregnant with my child, I think that's quite foul How is that, I wore a Lifestyle [Hook: Big L] Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair You might get caught out there if you're not aware [Verse 2: Sadat X] I'm in the breed of the bad guy Get caught in a mad lie, come in your crib mad high Think about me with the smile on your face Think about me with my hand on your waist And think about me with your hair in your face Even caught a case fuckin witchu Had said some ol' slick shit, that had forced me to hit you Had you set up livin swell, how you gon' fuck my man L Like we don't cross paths in these New York streets? But that's good, cause he's my man and we both shine And to say we don't love these hoes is a old line Honey just save some space in it so you can hold mine Her whole spine be twisted; Things she did and how she kissed it I kinda missed it, think back on how we dissed it Now we two-fisted, she ain't never resisted Left it red and blistered, shakin I could slam it if it wasn't NO money makin [Hook] [Verse 3: Guru] Games, these girls now-a-days they play many Techniques for getting your loot, they got plenty Suck the skin off your dick, just for some ice and shit In the beginning they're polite, actin all nice and shit But honey got plans to be pushing your Land When she got you - she goes and fucks your man Understand, you gotta lay down the law A lot of broads is fraud, they'll set you up Baby Pah Some'll try to get you stuck up, some'll fake pregnancy Most are after the dough, and the fame basically Yo you can't make a ho a housewife kid Pick the wrong chick - could be a lifetime bid A lot of cats be beefing over these honeys Not me I keep it moving they ain't getting jack from me Mack these freaks for your own enjoyment And one love to L we gon' stay Flamboyant [Hook] [Guru] Yo son you better watch these little fast-ass Little fancy-pants bitches with the thongs Heh, that's my word Yo, rest in peace to my man Big L, uhh Peace to the God Sadat X Guru, GangStarr, uhh Hold it downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Still Here[C-Town] I be a Harlem World party pleaser You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi Breezer That's where I rest at, killin tracks is what I'm best at Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on It ain't all about me, I'm tryin to put my team on Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on You think you can do it like this? Dream on I'ma, chrome my rims and ice my chain Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame [Big L] Yo; you know the game plan C-Town, that's my main man We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan Everything I rock is name brand L'll make ya dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin midget sips, I run with the richest cliques Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits You know nuttin about L, so don't doubt L What's this motherfuckin rap game without L? Yo, that's like jewels without ice That's like china without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ Or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The Village without dykes Or hockey games without fights Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit Flamboyant is the label I'm with {*DJ scratches*} [Primo] Big L! [Monch] Y'all know the name [Primo] He's still here [Big L] Ha ha, youse a funny nigga [O.C.] Play this {yeah y'all..} [O.C.] Play this {yeah y'all..} [Primo] Big L! [Monch] Y'all know the name [Primo] He's still here [????] My nigga Big L! {yeah y'all..} [Big L] I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke ho You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po'-po' I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on dolo Chips from here to Acapulco While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds [C-Town] I stay sweatin out a bitch perm I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm I take all the dough my chicks earn I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn {A "Hoodlum" like Fishburne} Act illy, get smacked silly with the mac-milli You see me on MTV and Rap City Keep frontin, I'mma step out, mask on with the tec out Squeeze shots and make you check out {*DJ scratches*} [Primo] Big L! [Monch] Y'all know the name [Primo] He's still here .. {yeah y'all..} [Primo] Big L! [Big L] My underground niggas, y'all can shine with me Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me That's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be [C-Town] I be that young teen with DUMB cream I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam All you niggas better come clean, before my gun scream Rap's a fun thing, only roll with one team Flamboyant Entertainment, that's who I came with I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape They call me C-Town, I snatch mics like a rebound Pack a three-pound, that's my prerog' like B. Brown I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or Meadowlands Got nuttin but love for all my ghetto fans On 1-3-9 and Lenox eyes get shut The "Danger Zone" is where pies get cut, where all the guys get stuck Try to front we gon' size you up Like Corleone'll grab the chrome and throw five in your gut [Big L] Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) Only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) And we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) Cause half of you niggas that's rappin now (is wack to us) {*DJ scratches*} [Primo] Big L! [Monch] Y'all know the name [Primo] He's still here Y'all thought this was over with? This ain't over with..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Times iz Hard[Production by Buckwild & Lord Finesse] [Big L: Verse 1] I used to be a rich nigga, selling much crack To make a long story short, I fell off like a hubcap My operation got shut off I can't slide a slut off I gotta beat my dick to get a nut off Cause when a convo is struck up Bitches act stuck up, my luck sucks, everything is fucked up To get cash I gotta beg Cause every time I reach in my pocket all I feel is my damn leg Its about time that I feel cash, gotta get it right now, gotta get it real fast Cause all I got left is two MAC-10s, a army jacket, a ski mask, a hoodie, and some black Timbs I'm about to get extra ill, so I went to my crib, got booted up and got dressed to kill The first place that I hit was the corner store I pulled out and told everybody to get on the floor I took the cash and I jetted One kid tried to set it I bet he regret it cause because he got wetted Robberies I did well When you look in the dictionary under villain you'll see a photo of Big L Fuck a job, punks is gettin robbed and scarred Cause times is hard on the boulevard [Big L: Verse 2] Yo I was robbing people on a regular basis in many different places and all types of races I robbed gangstas, I robbed ducks, I didn't care who I stuck as long as I got a buck what the fuck When niggas see me they take flight I'll even rob Jehovah if I catch him right on a late night Keep a vest G don't try to test me A redneck police chief tried to arrest me Ayo that wasn't a smart cop Because I put 2 in his chest and his motherfucking heart stopped Its a must I commit crimes Cause I gotta get mine, its hard times, and all I see are dollar signs Why should I work for another sucker When I can do robberies and make G's like a motherfucker Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and scarred Cause times is hard on the boulevard [Big L: Verse 3] Yo I was goin out, just like a crusader would I robbed everything that moved in the neighborhood Yo I was even robbing chicks I did mad sticks, I needed more dough so I started taking hits Blastin ducks with the shotty The trigger I squeeze with ease I got paid 50 g's per body In a year I killed 88 So I made about... umm... fuck it I was crazy straight Fuck a job, punks is getting robbed and starved Cuz times is hard on the boulevardEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Principal Of The New School[Big L] I got the gift of gab To lift and grab The mic And recite hype rhymes That’ll rip and rag And drag A fag MC Who likes to nag a lot And brag a lot Talkin’ about the lyrics that he have are hot Step to this and get lit like a candle troop Rhymes I hook up, MCs I cook up Like Campbell’s Soup I throw rhymes like a quarterback Front and you’ll get bust an’ dust and crushed Bum rushed and all of that Rhymes never sound whack ‘Cause I got ‘em down pat Your rulin’ time is over So gimme your crown jack I get hype fast And MCs might last A minute with me Because their rhymes are light as A feather And mines are heavy like a big brick Rappers catch a fit quick When I start to kick shit And I record my battles on a camcorder So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter MCs that tried to get wit’ me hops That’s why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box The crown is still mine ‘cause I kick ill rhymes A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn’t kill time Or beat eggs or whip cream I’m smoother than Vaseline And I’m a stone cold rappin’ fiend A lot of new jacks are comin’ out, but that’s cool ‘Cause I’m the principal of the new school I recite hype rhymes that shine like rainbows I pick up the microphone and play MCs like game shows And suckas are coppin’ pleas while I’m clockin’ gs Try stoppin’ these, lyrics nigga please Cause my rhymes are ill like a kid with a bad cold Your style is mad old, you’re small as a tadpole This is a giant here, an MC rap pioneer Before you battle me chief, go throw on your riot gear I’m hardcore, comin’ outta wars jus’ barely bruised Makin’ MCs go on strike like the daily news But there aren’t gonna be any comebacks Sayin’ them bum raps, your lyrics are dumb whack I wreck shows and explode like a landmine ‘Cause L kicks the deadliest shit known to mankind Front on me, you’ll be history like last week ‘Cause rappers be frontin’ hard and booty like ass cheeks I’m hotter than Florida I gets raw with a, mic Slammin’ niggas like the Ultimate Warrior The subject, the predicate L kicks better shit Couldn’t get passed me if your homeboy set a pick Try to play me out like a cub scout Better get the fuck out, my face Or get placed, in a casket It’ll be a tragic, incident What a coincidence My rhymes are infinite Like math And I go to work in a suit fool ‘Cause I’m the principal of the new school The lyrics that I’m kickin’ are like lethal weapons Every time that I pick up a mic I see you steppin’ ‘Cause you want no parts of the L Hear the sound of my voice, ya start bitin’ your fingernails ‘Cause you’re petro, and my lyrics are death so Could you win a battle against me? Heck no I just cruise and get smooth on the rap tip Go ahead, bite my lyrics and get a fat lip Or a broken jaw, you’ll get more than a beatin’ troop Fuck around you’ll be eatin’ soup ‘Cause I’m a brother who likes to party hard Nice with my hands so I don’t need a bodyguard MCs be walkin’ the streets jus’ col’ frontin’ Step to this and get beat like you stole somethin’ ‘Cause I’m not the man to be step to I won’t let you, ruin my repu-tation Across the whole nation Rappers that be basin’ I’m choppin’ like Jason I kick so much flavor you should call me the flavor man Here, take my autograph ‘cause you’re a major fan Of the L, ‘cause you like the way I’m kickin’ flavor Hot as an oven but cool as a refrigerator MCs be bitin’ my lyrics like a stone thief Believe me chief, you want no beef So give those lyrics back, to the right owner Or get beat until ya fall in a coma And physical contact, you don’t want that So gimme what’s mine and there’ll be no harm jack ‘Cause where I’m from we don’t like that thief shit And I’m the last rapper who you wanna beef wit’ ‘Cause chumps I overrule I’m invincible and the principal of the new schoolEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New YorkBig L: I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain You still fear, cause I be hangin in Harlem and my shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My rap's steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sherriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond 2Pac: Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black male slipping in hail when will we prevail Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well And the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life God help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home Big L: Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be vergins if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go boom-boom, and yo' guns go wow-pow I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, Buddy don't make it thirty-six Biggie: I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, cause man Jadakiss: Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute You look a ***** in the eye, you could tell if he tinted These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks They act like it's all love, only love is your money So when it's over *****, are you a thug or a dummy I'm neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever And I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya And f*** rap I make mills of reefer I'm a man first, tired of punchin *****z, so I'mma shoot *****z cuz my hands hurt And God is great, guard ya space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I head crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what! Fat Joe: Nigga I can see the coke in your nose This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find God But now that Mase is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like "Naw nigga, Joe gonna let em loose on me" True Story, I'm bringin the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to "Lean Back" My nigga Dre said grind cook Now we killin them hard niggas, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, niggas fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be atEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On the Mic[Verse 1] Aiyyo I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out Keep frontin', almost tried yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me, she must like women Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad cuz your career's in the ninth inning It's over now, nigga leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain Where thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame Where niggas be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch wrote me First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes MC's I squash and disgrace It's all about the Benji's, so why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin', mad singles wit a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac cuz they really were hot Rap game heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What {Cuts by Roc Raida} [Samples] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I was rockin' mics since niggas was rockin' Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin' niggas and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Fuckin' wit me, a lot of niggas be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent" [Verse 2] Aiyyo I hear a lot of bitch in your talk See a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York Time is runnin' out, niggas like "L when you commin' out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife missin', I'm the nigga see was last seen wit Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit dimes hoes who stuffed the coke in they ass Crazy beefs got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split A lot of innocent kids got hit Harlem World be the place of my birth Believe me son, we breed the smoothest niggas on the face of the earth Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd, I'mma never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bumb nerd when I was unheard Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word you dumb bird I push whips while you walk all day And I hate when strange niggas wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say "What's up" give me a pound that's it When I was at the steakhouse pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out How you make out, you take the fake route You oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out, what! [Samples] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I was rockin' mics since niggas was rockin' Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin' niggas and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Fuckin' wit me, a lot of niggas be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Da UnExpected Flava[Verse 1] Yo, I'm the one who made you get on the dance floor And shake 'til your pants tore, so party people, clap your hands for The one they call Big L I'm hot as hell, I'm livin' swell My name's ringin' bells, can't ya tell? So grab the Moët and take a sip I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip But don't flip, we on the party tip I get so loose on tracks that I produce MC's be frontin' mad hard, but got no juice I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out Violate L and it's lights out And if you got no skills on the mic, you oughta dash 'Cause rappers that's sorta trash, the Big L slaughter fast I'm gettin' high rates in all states Makin' papes with the crew called Diggin' In The Crates! I'm a rap crowd amazer, microphone dazer Big L is the man with the unexpected flava [Hook] Once again, it's the man with the flava Once again, it's the man with the flava Once again, it's the man with the flava Big L is the man with the unexpected flava [Verse 2] Now, when I'm on the stage, microphones I lock tight The Big L rock right when I'm in the spotlight Yo, I'm a young dapper rapper that dress well Foes I expel, the ladies wanna sex L Because my raps are real raw I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MC's would kill for I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme Big L is the greatest of all times So gimme my props, I want all mines Battles I refuse to lose I chose to cruise smooth like the blues I never hear boos 'cause I amuse In '93, I'm blowin' up like dynamite And don't think I can't fight because I'm kinda light L's a teenage poet that men fear Chief, to be sincere, you got no wins here I play MC's like a game of Sega 'Cause I'm poetic, and this is the unexpected flava [Hook x2] Once again, it's the man with the flava Once again, it's the man with the flava Once again, it's the man with the flava Big L is the man with the unexpected flava [Verse 3] Now, I'mma kick flav' 'til the microphone's broke And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc I screw whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls I write raps that hurt MC's like blue balls In all zip codes, the Big L rip shows You couldn't touch this if you was on your tip-toes I live in the ghetto, and rap is my route out Now I'm on wax givin' my crew a shout out Since I'm paid, I could knock any ho' boots But L wasn't so cute when I had no loot Now I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick Ayyo, my cards I'm playin' well Picture that; a rapper slayin' L? No way in hell My rap skills are sharp like a razor But don't sweat it, this is the unexpected flava [Hook x2] Once again, it's the man with the flava Once again, it's the man with the flava Once again, it's the man with the flava Big L is the man with the unexpected flava [Big L givin' shout-outs] Yeah, I'd like to say what's up to Kid Capri, Silva D Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Lanell from ninety-point-three My man Buckwild, EZ LP Can't forget Ron G And my man Lovebug Starski Peace... I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Heist Revisited[Big L] Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah UHH! This goes out to all the wolves (*ARF ARF AROOOO*) 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 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 it's a good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jumped 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 "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn" "It's my wife, you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door" "Say no more, which one?" "The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge" "We goin' hurt those hoes" "AND hurt both of them kids" Now I'm in the Range Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change I can't wait to buck them lames and them fuckin dames I reach the destination Grab the heat without no hesitation These niggas fuckin up my reputation I saw Coleone 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?" "It's Tommy Gibbs" "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 We gon' take the backroute Pull the gats out, throw the mask on We ain't leavin til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone We gon' get our laugh on when we through But right now we got a job to do" "So let's do it!" I stepped to the deskclerk 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 These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate 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 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" 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 teeth Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks "Aiyyo fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs" 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 threeways Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded Celebratin nigga, heist completedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hard To KillCheck it out, this the Big L yknowimsayin Chillin with my man Herb, we gon' drop like this Check it out, check it You better flee Hops, or get your head thrown three blocks L be keepin niggas hearts pumpin like Reeboks It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat Faggots I buck and wet, disrespect and I'm a break ya f*ckin neck I'm known to put a cap in a duck face, I spray guns, F*ck Mace I'm a nutcase from a rough place, it's called Uptown Front and get bucked down Walk through with jewels on, that ass'll get stuck clown I got styles you can't copy bitch It's the triple six in the mix Straight from H-E double hockey sticks I'm the Devil's Son, like my song said: I smash niggas like cornbread You can't kill me - I was born dead I wet shit up like a floodage Me and me crew peel cats and carry gats like it's luggage I'm nowhere near trash, step to the rear fast 'Fore I have ya queer ass cryin like tear gas Every year I gain clout, and my game sprout Some niggas'll be virgins if crack never came out The Big L's hard to kill, when my squad gets I'll You better guard your grill, before you gets scarred for real Big L is a large boss Known for puttin more holes in a nigga body than a golf course I'm crazy quick to knock a duck off I'll pull out then buck off And tear a nigga grill right the f*ck off You'll get smoked - like a Phillie fast Cause ya shit is really trash F*ck around, I swing on ya silly ass It's Big L the crime converter Sayin peace to all the niggas in jail doin time for murder I wreck the mic, plus the whole stage, rockin cornrow braids I'm killin motherf*ckers like old age Known to have a hottie open I keep the shotty smokin Front and get half the bones in ya body broken I never false teach, so listen as the boss preach I only rock leathers by Martin Cannon and North Beach I'm makin rap hits, I stab flicks and mack chicks Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch Yo I'm the nigga that they call AWOL Punks - I slay all, on my spare time I play ball In the playgrounds I spray clowns with trey pounds Makin G's from transportin keys on Greyhounds My shit is kickin like a sensei I'm smoother than Ben Gay Comprende? I'm outtie like M.JEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hit It[Hook] Can I hit it? (Yes you can!) Can I hit it? (Yes you can!) Can I hit it? (Yes you can!) [Verse 1] What's up boo, how you do? I've been watching you and you don't have a clue and this ain't nothin new Come to the crib, I got a beautiful view And a heart-shaped water bed made for two Uhuh, I do my thing when it's humping time So all you cuties that wanna bump and grind, jump in line Let me zoom in the boom like Wreckx When I'm through your nets Cos I'm a fiend when it comes to sex Am I the man? (True that) Of course you knew that I'd give you the world, but trick my ends, I don't do that I'm ready to get my flirt on One honey with the skirt on She got knees that I would love to put some dirt on Come here shorty, let's drink a forty and get naughty Go get your crew, I'll go get mine and let's make it an orgy And if you wanna be my girl just forget it I'm not with it (why?) It's just room to hit it [Hook x2] [Verse 2] So all my ladies are you with me, where you at? Let me hit it from the back and tell you if it's good or wack When I'm all alone I call honey's on the phone And Tell 'em come see me, but if we ain't gonna bone then keep your ass home I used to mate with this honey Kate The sex was great Her shape would make a sweet playa turn straight When you mention my name it rings a bell Ask any female, nobody does it like L That's why the ladies wanna meet me, discreetly Cos I'm freaky and love to go deep sea Fishing, I be caressing em', strickly sexing em' You know my style, I'm Down with O.P.P. like Treach and em' I get the woman loose quicker than gin and juice Sometimes I wanna jiggy to sporting gators and linen suits And if you wanna be my girl just forget it I'm not with it? (Why?) It's just room to hit it [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Around your girl you shouldn't trust me Cos soon as you turn your back I'mma slide her off then bust three And I only lay pipe to dimes A lot of brothers I know are taking care of kids that might be mines I love to go low, I'm freaky like that I even hit my mans girl cos I'm sneaky like that (huh!) It ain't my fault your girl me ho-hoppin' And matter fact the last time you gave her loot to go shopping She picked me up some dope shirts It's because of me why she's walking crooked and her throat hurts I hait to wait cos I'm not on a patient tip Just hit me off, we don't need a relationship I practice safe-sex so I keep the latex Looking through the Rolodex to see who I'mma slay next And if you wanna be my girl just forget it I'm not with it? (Why?) It's just room to hit it [Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch & Bobbito ’94[Intro: Big L] Yeah yeah yeah we gonna drop some shit like this Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out (Big L) [Big L] Yo check it yo here's another smooth song, so get your groove on Violate or try to fake jack and you’ll get moved on Peace to all my niggas with the thousand dollar jewels on Pushing rides with four lift minks with gator shoes on I am known for rockin tours, picture me moppin floors Only fuck with keys and not the kind that be locking doors The type of nigga that be gaming your freaks While you out working hard, I'm putting stains in your sheets Exportin Coogi and Gucci, that's my duty Fuck a big booty groupie Need a fruity, cutie hoochie with lots of loot G This goes out to my niggas uptown, downtown, midtown across town and out of town I be the mic horker, rap enforcer Native New Yorker, slick talker, beat walker stalker You remember me, when I put it on with the Kid Capri Mr. MVP is back to take over the industry (Big L) My cash flow don't get low it just increase Who ever try to take mines a rest in peace I keep a stoned look, peace to every known crook Not those who go to jail and can't hold their own and come home shook On 139 and Lennox niggas are bananas, we got bad manners Cops can't stand us, that's why they try to jam us But I hate jakes they mad cause I make papes I am large like the great lakes, with drug spots in eight states I'm chillin makin sure this money is right Sippin Sunny Delight, hittin every honey in site And I wanna smoke Pataki and Rudolph Gulie like a wooley I keep a tooley for any moody who act fooley What I recite be taking hours to write So if you bite, just tell your man what type of flowers you like So bloodshed, aiiyo my, mellow my nigga Get on the mic and pull the MC trigger [Bloodshed] Yo bloods out for president when I roll threw your residence Your hesitant is it because you know I represent Harlem, USA nigga ain't nothin to say or do Fuck around I slay your crew, your baby boo and maybe you [*fades]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 8 iz Enuff (Demo Version)[Big L] Ayyo folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You niggas be thinkin’ this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast when my Smith-Wes’ blast So jus’ dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews Don’t get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smoke ‘cause these knuckles hurt I’m from the alley not the valley I’m hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I’d rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don’t hang with jive pals Adiós, ghost, I’m five thous’ [Terra] Flave it’s always easy for new bait Taken here to groove quake Make ya more addictin’ than tube steak ‘Cause when I work a line, nobody’s jerkin’ mine So bring the noise an’ I’ll poison like turpentine This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass rubber, your rhymes left trash gutter I’ll leave chumps done, don’t come with some junk son ‘Cause I’m makin’ flave niggas cool for consumption I’m more rare, the MC in this warfare Put you in a morgue where it’s too late for that lord prayer Power struck, Terra drops the follow up Sour luck, niggas got popped an’ swallowed nut [Herb McGruff] On the mic, I rip the scene right Terra just caught wreck, so I guess I got the green light Niggas know about Herb McGruff I’m on some murder stuff And when I talk every verb is rough MCs are live but I’m mad liver Ayyo my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver Step to this an’ get sliced with ease Ate up like rice an’ peas (Herb can you fight?) Yo I’m nice with these Put up your dukes, then me an’ you cook raw ‘Cause I stand tall an’ kick ass like a football Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big L, straight from hell I’m the fuck up outta here [Buddah Bless] Ayyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I’ma melt the mic like it's plastic I rag crews ‘cause I'm bad news In a mad move I'm servin’ brothers quicker than fast food Step to this an’ get your body blown ‘Cause I'm a no maricón for poems and slidin’ hotties home Here's some advice, I'm mad nice Ayyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice And cold take a fag's life My swellin’ melon got niggas gellin’ Ayyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin niggas lives like a felon [Big Twan] Yo I’m bustin’ chumps like a Glock ten, when I drops in The top ten is rocked when it's locked in I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill ya show I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid No frail kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail Yeah and I’m nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, ayyo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come soft, I gotta pump that’s sawed off And when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out For dissin’, you’ll come up missin’, like a cub scout [Killa Kam] Rappers be funny like flesh ‘cause they sections say they slaughter son Talk about nines an’ tecs an’ never shot a water gun But Killa Kam I get erratic when it comes to static There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic Increase the peace that cease ‘cause once I release My crew from the east, we leavin’ at least Twenty police deceased, it’s the beast on attack So make tracks, I break backs I jack with def gats an’ black macs On Lenox Ave. ain’t no light looks, you fight crooks Left an’ right hooks, if you front, get your life took [Trooper J] I'm havin’ nail sharp pains in my brain like a hell raiser I'm blazin’ trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin’ but lead Boom bye-bye then find another batty boy dead In backyard alleys, but I call ‘em crackyard valleys And I pack more rallies than riots back in Cali And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse I'm in a daze and I'm so confused From seein’ heads shake so many times the lead make And Mike Boogie's next up to keep my head straight [Mike Boogie] I should never rhyme ‘cause every time I step into a contest Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat ‘Cause they know when I start droppin poems That I be knockin’ domes, poppin’ bones and sendin’ niggas hoppin’ home Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin’ to see me, nigga, bring a cast an’ crutches And niggas, I don’t need a gun for you, none of you ‘Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my number two And it's death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn they motherfuckin’ ass to ash No need to question am I nice, ‘cause it's a fact friend I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a mac ten And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike Now I'm ‘bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin’ it tough Peace to Big L, ayyo, eight is enoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch & Bobbito ’98[Big L] I got some new shit for y'all to play to, ya know? [Bobbito] Okay good Big L! [Stretch] Tell me if this was suffice, or if it's somethin mayo .. outta here [Bobbito] This is the frosted flakes right here [Stretch] This is the Lord Finesse beat [Bobbito] Yeah yeah [Big L] Aight, I guess... it will work, it will work [Stretch] You can get jiggy with that? [Big L] Yeah, yeah let me see, check it out [Bobbito] You can ball with this [Big L] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit Aight check it out Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggas like you Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head {*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from? (YEAH!) So what you actin for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men I'mma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas [Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?) [Big L] I'm TIRED [Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad! [Bobbito] You wrote... yeah... you where.. you where thinkin' bout somebody when you Wrote that right? [Big L] Nah, all my shit like that, cause lately niggas been battlin' on the block Lately [Bobbito] I could tell you wrote that ready for somebody [Big L] Yeah, yeah niggas been up on some... (sharpened up the swords) [Bobbito] You sharpened the pencils for that one [Big L] Aight let me kick some more shit Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time [Bobbito: Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more] Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Big L] Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Yeah] Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out [Bobbito: Woo-- Woooo!] Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you But with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin' I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that? Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass [Bobbito: Ouch] [Stretch: Oh, word] Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin' My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug That's quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain't a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take? I ran through every bitch in my path I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half {*laughing*} Yo, I'm a take you out your misery [Stretch: Yeah right!] And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book cause you're History Yeah [*Laughing] [Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my math] Aight [Bobbito: I'm gonna give you my math] {*laughing*} Aight [Stretch: Aight] [Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my history] [Stretch: That's one I'm not gonna play for my mom] [Bobbito: Yeah] [Stretch: 'Anthony, I haven't heard the show in so long Give me tape...' Not this one.] [Big L] Eh yo I want y'all to check out ... ya know, two new singles comin' up (Bobbito:We can play somethin' right now, whats up?) "Size Em Up" ... "Ebonics"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’92 Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle[Big L] Word, check it out check it out check it out Bust it MC's get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-ssession Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice, no question It's a fact I stay geared, it shouldn't be weird That I'm feared 'cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard I cook rappers like a chef I'm Def like Jef, right to left My raps are badder than morning breath For niggas' deaths, I'm the number one suspect 'Cause I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset Suckers, I'm a stiggedystar Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart You better believe that Big L is the man That be rippin' the microphones apart I hold the forty right because I'm the naughty type When I strike the mic, niggas be like "Shorty hype" I'm smoother than Velvet, my lyrics is well writ' You saying L's this and L's that, get off L's dick Rhymes I create'll knock out ya gold tooth Battling me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches Nowadays, rappers think they motherfuckin' schoolteachers One-two, one-two, rappers I run through Fuck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu The Big L is an assassinator I grab the Mag and leave a fag leakin' like activator I'm the nigga that you never even thought of beatin' Black white or Puerto Rican I'm gonna slaughter each and... Every crab MC that runs up When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up PeaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Power MovesIts time to make power moves and get the chedda And buy the real nice things that makes life betta No foolish acts, moves must be clever Im down for whatever, I gotta blow son, is now or never I walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded wit rocks Hustlin on hot corners that be smuggled wit cops I was sworn for harlem, true roach don Word bond, we leave mics torn Yall brothers slept too long, now its on L Corleone will neva fly Records are forever hot Front on me you better not I keep the barreta cocked This goes out to my people's up town Downtown, mid town, across town, and outta town You see me flossin often, at all the club sites At the bars buyin crystalls like they bud lights My style is hard like strong lumber Dime pieces get the digits chicken heads get the wrong number Yo I announce spacks When I get busy over bounce tracks Droppin lethal raps so wack so I can count stacks I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block Hunnies thats very hot And sent to the mary yacht 95 was a beautiful year for L Now I'm back and all the ladies still cheer for L Whatever I write is gonna be tight Cuz if makin hits is wrong I dont wanna be right Never the less, the east is were my crew rest We bust caps that go through vests We only do what we do best And thats triple than you riddle men Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend I like drop tops when its hot I like lands when its snowy Bank account is fat like Joey Im not very religious you wouldn't call me holy Sometimes my hairs corn row, sometimes its froly Spark up the you know what Pop the moey L stay flossin, presidential doughly Yall brothers know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links Shorties hittin me with eyewinks as I buy drinks And every girl I got looks like a model If you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto Uptown is my home, and where I roam I stand alone, Big L Cornleone got a song Sellin weight in and outta state to generate cake The one jakes hate Got homicide runnin out of yellow tape I pack toast with infra red scopes, I turn crews to dead folks If yall fellas is playas, Im the head coachEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Universal Freestyle[Intro: Big L] Check it out now Big L, Corleone Flamboyant Entertainment One love to my big brother Big Lee, holdin it down from the inside right now When you come home it's on Herb McGruff, Universal, Harlem World shit 139 & Lennox shit, "Danger Zone" shit Check it out [Verse 1: Big L] I be twistin' bitches alot, have 'em sit on this cock I wasn't prepared for this I wrote my shit on the spot I be droppin' like early August late July With tracks that will make you cry, hate you die Stop frontin' you got no dough Mighta had but not no mo', you mad cause I knocked yo' ho While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po po My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo On wit my nigga Gruff, these faggot niggas ain't as rich as us I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust Go ahead and let your crew soup you up And the ambulance gon' have to come and scoop you up Fuck what my last sold, my new shit is goin' past gold And if you don't agree you's a asshole Mark my word, you gon' make pump the berg And spark this herb, 'till homicide chalk the curb, you heard I never hesitate to buck my gun Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm fromEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Endz, No Skinz (Original Mix)[Verse 1] Let me get to the point real quick When you're wearin' slick shit, chicks be on a nigga dick When you sportin' fresh jewels and drivin' in a groovy car All the bitches cold-sweat you like a movie star To get in your pockets, that's what them hoes wanna do But if you not rich, then them bitches gonna front on you No matter how strong your rap You only get ass when you got cash and you're on a map Cause if you're broke, you'll get a whack slut If you got dough, you'll get a ho with a fat butt With fresh gear, long hair and a cute face If you live alone, the bitch is gonna pack her suitcase And move in, then you start losin' all ya bucks Soon you broke, fucked up and outta luck Then she takes off and breaks North Your ho's gone, so long dear I'm outta here, the good relationship's been torn 'Cause when you're on top, everything's okay But when you broke you gets no play [Chorus] If you don't got ends, you won't be gettin' no skins If you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be gettin' no ass And if you're not clockin' loot, you won't be knockin' no boots [Verse 2] Hoes in the nineties ain't nothin' but crooks It's all about what's in ya pockets and fuck how you look That's why you can't talk to just any whore Leavin' niggas for the next man, 'cause he got a penny more They want a drug dealer, not a scholar Some bitches barely speak, but always askin' for a dollar And if you're pushin' a fresh Benz They'll be your best friends Yeah, as long as you collect ends You think she's all yours but as soon as your dough go Your ho go, now you solo But when you was makin' papes, sellin' jumbos You bought dumb clothes for all of them bum hoes And you was takin' 'em to the movies every weekend Now that you're dead broke, them bitches stopped speakin' Cause nowadays, ho want you to trick The only thing they can get from Big L is a big dick 'Cause when you're on top, everything's okay But when you broke, you gets no play [Chorus] If you don't got ends, you won't be gettin' no skins If you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be gettin' no ass And if you're not clockin' loot, you won't be knockin' no boots If you don't got ends, you won't be gettin' no skins If you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be gettin' no ass And if you're not clockin' loot, you won't be knockin' no boots [Verse 3] I tell it like it is cause I'm a bold nigga And I hate a money hungry ho, a.k.a. gold digger Bitches used to treat me like a shit stain Then I started to get fame and all of that shit changed It ain't even funny Some bitches don't know me, sayin', "Can I get some money?" Bitch, what's up with you? Askin' me for a buck or two, like I fuck with you I'm lookin' nothin' like your poppa I wouldn't give a bitch ten cent to put cheese on a Whopper They wanna know why I'm so fly A girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye You sweat me now cause I got dumb figures But I remember when you told me that you didn't fuck with bum niggas Now I'm fatter than a goose down Woolrich Paid in Full, bitch, so save that bullshit Y'all used to diss, but now y'all wanna kiss? Yo D, yo, I'ma break it down like this: [Chorus] If you don't got ends, you won't be gettin' no skins If you don't got money, you won't scoop a honey If you don't got cash, you won't be gettin' no ass And if you're not clockin' loot, you won't be knockin' no boots If you don't got ends, you won't be gettin' no skins [Outro] It's like that, y'all, and that's a fact, y'all I hit bitches from the back and don't give 'em jack, y'all It's Big L, y'all, I'm livin' swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tony’s Touch[Big L] Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down Bitches be on me like I'm welfare Even rich whores that live in Bel Air Is this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped This rap game, I put my life in it Chain got mega ice in it Push an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted And you can see pal, it's all about me now Twenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on I stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up From banks I held up Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck I never catch cold feet when I hold heat We roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn' On the block all alone And put a Glock to his dome Tell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me A rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy And mad niggas be frontin' a lot Poppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not Your faggot ass better stick to dancin' Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin' I'm sick like Manson In '97 Harlem kids is blowin' And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Won’t[Big L] Aiiyyo, some people was born in heaven With a silver spoon in they mouth And had everything handed to them on a silver platter And never had to work hard for nothing (Pause) Then there are some people that was born in the opposite world Of those that was born in heaven, which is called hell And had to work hard for everything they got And never had nothing handed to them... and never will [1st Verse] I'm only at the age of 10 And life already seems to me like it's heading for a dead end Cause my moms be smoking mad crack My dad went out for a fast snack, and never brought his ass back Nobody knows how I feel, it's quite ill Cause I had to steal to fill my stomach with a nice meal Too ashamed to walk the streets Wearing the same cheap sneaks and dirty outfits for weeks Even my holidays got damaged Cause on Christmas I asked Santa for a father and a hot sandwich I just can't take it (uh-huh, uh-huh) And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?' [Chorus] It seems like my life's been cursed Ever since I was a child, and how will I make it? I won't, that's how I walk around with a frown; I got no reason to smile And how will I make it? I won't, that's how Aiiyyo times was rough, I had to grow up foul And how will I make it? I won't, that's how I always knew that I'd end up doing time on the Isle And how will I make it? I won't, that's how [2nd Verse] Five years passed by, now I'm at the age of 15 No more fun and games, it's time to get cream (word up) Cause I'm about to burst, it's like my life was cursed I went to church, prayed everyday And it still got worse Soon I ran into a couple of guns Started stalking the streets, slate robbing suckers for funds (give it up, give it up) Now everyday I creep with the heat Ain't nothing sweet, I rob for meat If I don't steal I don't eat Then I lost control and started going too far Robbed this brother named Umar Then got snatched by the blue car Where I grew up it was a living hell Then I started to realize – I'm better off in a prison cell Now I can sleep, now I can eat Can't hit skins, but I wasn't hitting skins when I was in the street Aiiyyo I just can't take it And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?' [Chorus] [3rd Verse] Doing time was full of stress G, all the Fighting's and stabbings and men finding men sexy One tried to test me didn't find it humorous Beat him with a pillowcase filled with cans of tuna fish My time came to a cease; I'm back on the streets again I hope I don't get snatched by the beast again But it's getting crazy hectic Cause I'm broke, get up naked And can't get a job cause of my jail record Before you know it, I was robbing them same ducks I even started robbing homeless folks for they change cups My whole life was deserted Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered, but do I deserve it? All I tried to do was live the one life that I got But it seems like I can't get a fair shot (word up) I just can't take it (uh-huh) And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?' [Chorus] [Big L] Word up man, it's real rough out here man In the ghetto, all you can wish for is a better tomorrow It ain't getting no better, it's only getting worse, word up...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Clinic (I Shoulda Used a Rubber)[Production by Buckwild] [Kool Moe Dee] What have I done stuck my dick in? [Hook] I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic [Big L] Ayyo, one hot summer night after ballin hard I went to the phone booth with my callin card And called up Joelle, yeah you know L I told her come to the crib, yo mother fuck a hotel She said she was gonna come at ten The bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend You know I'm not a rude brother yo But I let Joelle in and slammed the door on that other ho So we was sittin in the livin room kickin it And all I thought about was stickin it She was mean, cause you know I wouldn't fuck wit a sleazy ho Yo we was coolin, watching some TV show I was crackin sex jokes, tryin to get the puss' And this bitch was kickin scripts beatin round the bush Talkin bout rhyme for me L man fuck rhyming Cause my dick, is hard enough to cut diamonds I said, "I hope you ain't tryin to dick tease Ayyo, cause Big L's quick to tell a bitch leave." Ayyo my game started fuckin wit her head soon Next thing ya know we went straight to the bedroom I knocked the boots from New York to Santa Fe And that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray I caught a cab, on 139 & Lenox Ayyo, I took it to the neighborhood clinic Because she gave me gonorrhea Yo, I'mma kill that bitch, the next time that I see her [Hook x2] I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic One afternoon I was cruising on the Westside Bumpin my system, lounging back in a fresh ride Hoes be hotter than a sauna So I put the system on max, and bumped my shit on the corner I saw this girl walkin by who was hype as hell She was mad point-blank, she was right for L But she tried to play me like a statue black I said, "Sweeheart whats your name?" "I gotta man," "I ain't ask you that." She said in order to be with me you gotta be rich You won't be able to switch, I said, "Fuck you bitch." Another girl walked by, I called her "Excuse me what's your name" "Lorraine, what's yours" Ayyo, game I kicked well I said honey my names Lamont, but I'm known as Big L I was looking smooth with the jewelry She said, "L's for Lamont, but what's the Big for?" "You'll see." Ayyo, my pockets were extra thick "So what you doin later, oh nothing, then lets catch a flick." Yeah, I bagged that ho well Took her to the triple M, movies, meal, and motel And when it comes to this I'mma a professor I didn't molest her I caressed her, undressed her then sexed her But I must be getting older Cause I didn't put a helmet on my mother fucking soldier I started stickin up quick And the next time I took a piss A motherfuckin flame shot out my dick [Hook 4x] I shoulda worn a rubber, before I went up in it And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic [?] Ayyo L these bitches be burnin’ the dog shit outta niggas, know what I’m sayin’? [Big L ] Who you tellin’ man? These bitches nowadays’d have a nigga dick drippin’ lava [Laughter.] [Big L] You know what I’m sayin’? Ayyo, these bitches’ll have a nigga, give a nigga’s balls a heat rash or somethin’ man [?] Okay… [Big L] Man fuckin’ with these hoes without a rubber nowadays is like bungee jumpin’ with a rope around your neck. That’s like playin’, that’s like playin’ Russian roulette with a shotgun. Ayyo word, ayyo, ayyo man, fuck a rubber man, I’m a start puttin’ balloons on my dick, dog, ayyo I’m a start puttin’ suntan lotion on my dick or somethin’. Ayyo these bitches is triflin’ dog [?] Oh man these hoes is triflin' [Big L] Ay I’m gettin’ the fuck up out of here man [?] Aight, let’s bounce [Big L] AightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tony Touch “139”[Lord Finesse] Big L [*scratched during the intro* Notorious B.I.G.] 1-3-9 [Intro: Big L] Where I'm from Yeah, Tony Touch in the house, yeah Big L Harlem on the rise, 1-3-9 You ain't know!? One love to my nigga McGruff, Mase Murda, Killa Kam Rest in peace to my man Bloodshed Live on baby, the spirit live on Yeah BBO in the house Yeah my men stand I'ma rock this shit Check it out! [Verse 1: Big L] Yo I be dat smooth cat you never seen rollin' wit clowns One of the few from uptown thats holdin' it down Bitches be on me like I'm welfare, een rich ones That live in Bel Air is this Big L yeah, hell yeah! Word up I use a chrome gat, to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me feds got my phone tapped This rap game, Iput my life in it, chain got mega ice in it Push an Infinit, chrome rims light tinted And you can see pal, it's all about me now 20 g's a show, bitch 3 thou just to freestyle I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin?, sure you can hold on these Yo I'm phat like a old crayon smooth as rayon L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on I stay jeweled up pockets swelled up From banks I held up, plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck I never catch cold feet, when I hold heat, we roll deep In a triple-black dark-tinted OG I catch a fag 3 o lock in the mon' On the block all alone, then put a Glock to his dome Tell him give it up quick, you nitwit, dont try to get slick Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split Prick, it ain't nothin decent about me A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me A rap junkie, dont try to play like some flunky Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy And mad niggas be frontin a lot Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not Your faggot ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at me I might break your jaw just for glancing, I'm sick like Manson In '97 Harlem kids is blowing And we don't trip, we'll let a bitch starve til her ribs are showingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Harlem Nights(Bloodshed) Yo, I'm mad vexed, give me your address And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver As the bullets travel through your liver This nigga bloodshed is mad rough Battling me is like jumping inside a river while you're handcuffed My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox My silhouette inside intensive care, because I like to shadowbox My gat makes more noise then Roman candles I stay in murder scandles, and dust the fingerprints of burner handles And I left Jehovah slain, I don't cry over pain Cause I puff fat dimes of novacaine Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter I rape this man's daughter, then put the shit on cam corder Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th Her pops tried to flex and bass, then the tech correct And spit in his face, her brother dice tried to get shiest So I took his life, with a knife, then asked him twice about his fucking son and wife After that, I load the gat and let the lead start flying That shit is death defying, now you need dental records to identify him I had beef with this Priest his name was father Clyde This how he died, I had seven put on his side, and fulled him with formaldehyde I get more high then frequencies, no one gets ass deep as me Your worst nightmare, don't sleep on me (Chorus) "It ain't where you're form it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back "It ain't where you're from it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back (Cam'Ron) Yo, I'm a cat with 9 live, but everyday I risk them Pop shots the Glock at the cop and missed him now he's all up in the system Upstate, buying for crime, slaving the time My mother down here praying for mine Cause I'm like Snider, living one day at a time Harlem's a rough route, get snuffed out in a tough bout The streets is full of smoking guns from people getting puffed out I scrap them like a sculpture, living out my fucking culture My crews a bunch of vultures with the .38s and holsters And I quick to hurt a fool, cause money got that murder pull And don't leave my house without the guns, mask and surgicals Don't tell me how I act and sound, I pack a mack and pound And strap them down to clap them clowns, I never seen a cap and gown And I'm a basketcase, I'll bash your face, and blast your waist In a casket trace, cause me and this bastard Mase, drop at a tragic place Cause uptown it ain't nothing sweet, it's just guns a grief Tons of beef, and little niggas run the streets And pop the boots for lots of loot Even sell a cop a deuce, on top of roofs But be careful cause the Glocks is loose And I'ma choke you like a capsule, niggas wanna scrap? Boat And I'ma end the shit on that note (Chorus) "It ain't where you're form it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back "It ain't where you're from it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back (Big L) My click is quick to pull a bullet through a stranger's dome You should've known not to roam through the danerzone In Harlem is where the thugs rest In a slugfest, we sending faggots "All the Way to Heaven" like Doug Fresh Big L grow up in the slums of greed I'm known for drawing guns with speed, and selling tons of weed Cause I got sons to feed And it's a must that I commence to slain Any faggot MC that goes against the grain And I'ma smoke Pataki's ass and Rudolph Giuli' like a Woolie Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooley So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'm send them After I skin him, And spit some venenom in him Run with introduers, looters and sharpshooters Who spark buddah and fuck thick bitches with large hooters Beat niggas with lead pipes, leave trails of dead mics Cause where I'm from niggas jewels get run like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related And we live by the street rules the thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts So front and get a tech shoved down your throatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cluemanati (’97 DJ Clue Freestyle)[Herb McGruff] I drop hot rhymes Take it hot '97slot time I shine like a icon Hund' Thirty-Ninth, don V12 600 gas put my Nike on Put a mic on Put it piped on Strong armed like 'Nam Desert storm never fight calm Four-fifths shook my right arm Pearl white palm Murder your life on Make more noise than a night storm Heavy artillery, hand grenades, and pipe bombs Like Tron Man there's no telling who I might harm Time Wall Street business men in their white blond It's like on Bullet holes buck fifty life longs Fight strong, Don Juan, ill trife con Write hype shit, my gang can make a dyke like dick And my crew bigger than your crew twice as thick Niggas be lookin' for some ice to stick Nice and slick And pipe the dick And all the bad righteous chicks My niggas locked up, we light them flicks Send you commissary all types of kicks My man L got 25 to life taught me life's a bitch Said hold your head 'Gruff son and write them hits [Big L] Ya'll niggas like to stress them hoes Impress them hoes And spend money to dress them hoes I sex them hoes and send them home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone I'm rubbered-up 'case the bitch full blown The other night around 8PM Pockets crazy slim Jumped out the grey B.M Went to the ATM Took a thou' out Later on had to wil' out In the club knocked some nigga and his pal out Afterwards went to the restroom and pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin' what bitch number I can dial out Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, that's ill Playa hatas be givin me harsh looks But I'm trying to sell records like Garth Brooks So fuck 'em all When it's cold I throw the skully on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal bitch I guess it's Pérignon If the pussy hole to tight I throw some jelly on Try to tax, watch the 9 mil' burst I've been off the scene over two years and niggas is still thirst To hear Big L drop an ill verse All you unsigned niggas that wanna battle, get a deal first I sport the bullet-proof fitted hat That attitude you better get rid of that Where ever you floss is where you gonna get it at I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin' figgas while you broke niggas keepin' it real L is rap most livest cat I'm getting stacks while you askin' niggas - "Do you want fries with that?" I rob fags in the stair case No mask, bare face The one police wouldn't dare chase Keep my gear laced Do I walk around without papes? No way pal Word up, my money longer than the O.J. Trial [Herb McGruff] Yo, I rhyme with my heart and my soul Shine like a carton of gold Got M.C.'s startin' to fold Leave 'em cold Better play their part and their role Leave 'em shook like a hustler with knocks on the stroll What you know about slangin' in the park in the cold Puffin buddha with your buddies Gooses and the skullies Rockin' Tim' boots and all the honeys And when it's sunny We sport linen spending money Of course we some men who hungry Society forced us to attend to ugly And scorin' like Bugsy I rather die than keep the feds cumfy I read Nicky Barnes yeah plus I read Bumpy Harlem World's where I'm from see Picture 'Gruff comin' clumsy I'm from the home of the money maker bum is junkie DJ Clue pull up something funky I'm kinda of tired off this weed and this Brass Monkey [Big L] Uh Ears studded out Playa hatas cut it out Chain flooded out Sexin' hoes tell I'm nutted out You on the mixtape, talkin 'bout you flip weight You fishcake holdin' your dick and still couldn't piss straight I got heavy dough And that's something that you already know Clue heard me once and said "I bet he blow" I rock the Presi' Rol' You want beef let me know I be in Mexico chillin' with a sexy ho How cool can one MC be? Ya'll still envy me cause I'm M.V.P Cruise through Harlem in a bullet-proof MPV Man, you fuck around and get plugged like MTV I'm a pretty pimp with mad gear I put my hoes on the moon if there was cash there You feel me? I buy hot jewels and ice it down While you go to the jewelry store with short dough trying to bring the prices downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Kay Slay Freestyle[Intro: Big L] Yeh check this shit out 1,2 1,2 check me the fuck out Big L, Corleone Yeh chillin' wit my nigga Kay Slay from around the way, uhuh Flamboyant Entertainment nigga Comin' live it's the danger zone Harlem, USA nigga Bout to rip this shit Check us out, check it out, yeh, check it out, yeh yeh Flamboyant Entertainment Yeh yeh Flamboyant Entertainment [Verse 1: Big L] Yo while we hold gats, you hold knifes When you sold 8's, we sold pies When you rode bikes, we drove 5's It's no comparison son, it's just embarrisin' Im runnin' with some of the baddest niggas in the whole New York We hold the fort, y'all bitch niggas is holdin' dicks Playa hatin' pushin' stolen whips We at the dice game rollin' tricks OT, throwin bricks, takin' ova Cookin' up coke with baking soda Yeah, you better spread with them 30 dollar kicks on Or get whipped on, knocked out cold and pissed on L is a heavy waiter, with steady paper You the type that go to jail for a petty capor Then come home on good behaviour Talkin' about you know longer hard now Cause you a man of God now It was amazin', L is blazin' always been Before I put the braids in, I used to let the waves spin Shit you be sayin' don't impress me at all And those chicks you be J'in don't be sexy at all Word life, everything that I recite stand out Go ahead and front so I can try this right hand out Across your jaw, L never losed a war No respect for them faggots who enfore the law You got suttin' to say cough it out Cause niggas be wanted beef But when you pull out the heat they ready to talk it out What is there to talk about, you was just frontin' Now it ain't nuttin', ain't that suttin' I should start bustin' anyway and put one of you punks in the ground Y'all niggas be killin' me with y'all faces around, jumpin' around Like you scarin' L not even Cause I'mma be a thug 'till I stop breathin' Plus I'm runnin' with a smooth ass crew That will shoot at you You wan't to knuckle up, then fuck it we can do that do, nigga I never hesitate to buck my gun Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm fromEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nigga Please[Stan Spit] (Hey yo, hey yo) You would scream too if you know what I did last summer Came through frontin' in the glass hummer No shirt mad ice screaming fuck is this nice Shit spit got a six and I'm fucking ya wife Yo this time around its just me 'Gruff and L So get you some henny and blaze a fuckin L This time its platinum and it ain't hard to tell Yo a lotta niggas got on fuckin wit L Those niggas slippin 'Gruff tell me if I'm slippin Cause I'm quick to load the clip and let the slugs start rippin Your flesh and your soul gettin torn apart Shit my ice so bright that it glow in the dark And to the cat who killed L, up north he won't live I want his ass cut from his ears to his ribs Cut his fingers off and send the pieces to his kids Harlem World Danger Zone thats just the way shit is .22's .45's and .357's, two .38's and four Mac .11s 138 and yo 'Gruff I'm dumb crazy Rather pull the trigger than fight I'm dumb lazy Talkin out your mouth'll get you buried down south Me 'n L got the range so you know what we about Hey yo, watch what you say for I watch where you lay Cause sooner or later my Glock got to spray And guns, are meant to bust Thats what I truly resent and us inventors, shit not us We put 'em in the ghetto and we put 'em to the test Matter fact nigga we put 'em through your vest Send a message to the presindent tell 'em we shady still Still cop guns despite the Brady bill And as far as guns go I'mma let my guns blow Should they ban guns the answers hell no [McGruff] Nigga Please, fuck talk let the trigger squeeze Nigga Please, fuck a nigga go to Beleize Nigga Please, my desert E's kill like disease ?Dont let a nigga breathe...? Harlem backbone pack crome 139 Lennox ave. thats home Crack domes, well to all my niggas thats gone Kerry, Nate the Skate, Reggy White, L Corleone We still the dangerzone Where no man can withstand to hold his own Nigga Please, know when you home alone Shoot through your peephole blow out your chromosones Nigga Please, 'Gruff kill niggas for real And I kill you right know, but these niggas gon' squeal Nigga Please, squirts slugs that hurt thugs Rap's secondary, murder's my first love Nigga Please, always get the last laugh Stash math anything in my path smash 'Bout fast cash niggas be splittin shit half-half Staff laugh puttin up them gats and masks (nigga please) [Big L] Y'all fellas like to stress them chicks Impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks I sex them chicks and send 'em home Corleone is know to be stoned When I bone I'm doubled up in case that chick full blown The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim Jumped out the gray BM, went to the ATM Took a thou out, then later on I had to wil' out In the club, knocked this coward and his pal out Then afterwords went to the restroom pissed cristal out Then I'm thinkin' what chick number I can dial out Cause its L, the harlem pimp baby For real, I got more dimes than that sprint lady And thats ill, player haters be givin me harsh looks But I'm tryin to sell records like garth brooks So F' 'em all, when its cold I keep the skelly on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't cristal boo, I guess its perignon If the na-nas too tight, I put some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mil burst I've been off the scene for over three years And cats is still thirst They hear Big L droped a ill verse So all you unsigned cats who wanna battle get a deal first I sport the bulletproof fitted hat That attitude you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at I stay strapped I go to sleep with my steel I'm makin figgas while you broke cats is keepin it real... Flamboyant Records baby...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Devil’s Son (Live From Amsterdam)[Big L] Throw that shit on "When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus"(3x) - Nas - Live @ The BBQ "I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns" - Nas - BackTo The Grill Again Ohhh uh uh uh uh uh Yeah yeah Check it out now check it out now Turn the mic up Yo rewind it back I like the way that went down Rewind that shit one more time, fuck that Let's go, one more time WHEN I WAS TWELVE "When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus" (3x) "I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns" I explain the story, check it out Aiyyo five slash three o slash seven fo' (5-30-74) A little bro' was born with the mind of a psycho They first knew I was a crazy nigga When my mother came home and found out I killed the babysitter I did more crime in due time Started my life of crime, about nine going out for mine I made every little kid from my hood run I was just like that little bastard from the Good Son And my mind was past bugged Dropped the blowdryer in the water while my moms in the bathtub Then I just saluted as she electrocuted They got booted cause that's another I executed I was a child runnin' wild like a goosechase Punish my dad I put poison in his toothpaste Then I picked my infant sister up gave her a quick spank Then dropped the little bitch in the fish tank I invited company, murdered the four guests Put a cap in each whore chest and ate their raw flesh I tell the truth I ain't lyin' man And right now I got my cousin Brian hand in a fryin' pan YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 560 Tape Freestyle[Big L] I walk through the ruggedest blocks With jewels flooded with rocks Hustlin' on hot corners that be smuggled with cops I must warn, my Harlem crew roll strong Word bond, we leave mics torn,y'all niggas slept too long now it's on L Corleone'll never flop, rap style's forever hot Front on me you better not, I keep the Baretta cocked I got more papers than a New York Post Packin' toast, this host is quick to roast a mic then I'm ghost I'm not a soprano like that Italiano Sammy Gravano MCs is gettin' knocked off like Paulie Castellano This little menace be, guzzlin' Hennessy Props from here to Tennessee, police wanna finish me I run with cliques, pushin' luxury whips Who be callin' chicks on Motorola flips, with illegal chips Don't sleep troop, it's a fact I keep loot Dime bitches be all over Big L like a cheap suit The rap veteran, hot beats is the medicine Niggas'll never win, in a battle, cause I'm better than Ninety percent o' them, front and death'll be your minimum The grave is where I'm sendin' 'em, clowns, like Mack 10 and 'em, uh! I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin' the fort Jackin' creeps, packin' heat These Harlem streets is for keeps Much love to all my peeps who got covered with sheets And uh, where I be dwellin' at snitches get killed On the real side, I probably fucked more bitches than Wilt, nigga In clown hearts I put a lotta fear One love to Fat Joe and 560 yeah, I'm outta here Yo McGruff, yo my mellow, my man Ayo uh, grab the mic and do the best ya can...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’92 Rock N. Wills Audition[Big L] Ayyo, I got the gift of gab To lift and grab, the mic And recite hype rhymes That'll rip and rag, and drag A fag MC, who likes to nag a lot And brag a lot, talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot Step to this and get lit like a candle troop Rhymes I hook up, MCs I cook up Like Campbell's Soup I throw rhymes like a quarterback Front and you'll get bust and dust and crushed Bum rushed and all of that Rhymes never sound whack Cause I got 'em down pat Your rulin' time is over So gimme your crown jack I get hype fast And MCs might last A minute with me Because their rhymes are light as A feather And mines are heavy like a big brick Rappers catch a fit quick When I start to kick shit And I record my battles on a camcorder So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter MCs that tried to get wit' me hops That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box The crown is still mine cause I kick ill rhymes A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time Or beat eggs or whip cream I'm smoother than Vaseline And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool Cause I'm the principal of the new school [Big L] Yeah, aight, check it out I control the microphone like a robot My lyrics are so hot, props I got a whole lot Cause wit' a pen and some paper this man makes Rhymes that're so damn great, with flavor like pancakes I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball I'm rough like a brick wall, MCs take a big fall For tryin' to get with this, I'm too swift with this A microphone murderer full with magnificence A def rapper and also a swell one In a battle I cook MCs well done My hits are consecutive I'm a lyrical executive Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live So to be safe on the microphone homes Recite your own poems or get your dome flown Or put in a boot camp, L is the new champ I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp I'm throwin' rhymes like a pitcher throws a curve ball And I'm a serve all punks that try to brawl So stop sleepin' on me, don't even doze hops Or I'm a heat you up and eat you up like Stove Top Stuffin', I'm bum rushin', shorts I'm takin' none My rhymes weigh a ton, I'm not fakin' son You're the one who's fakin', tryin' to be a duplicate Can't kick stupid shit, tell you the truth, you should quit Rappin', start snappin', cause all you is a joke Battle L and get smoked Yo I overthrow ya and have ya screamin' like a rollercoaster Guzzle you down like a small cup o' Coca-Cola I'm goin' through MCs like a ransack Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak Your rhymes are rusty g, you can't fuck with me That's why you're hidin' in protective custody L's not the one and I keep MCs runnin' I hurt 'em like bunions, make 'em cry like onions I'm a lyrical fighter and I'm brighter than Einstein Try to bite my lines and you'll get a size nine Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook Hit with a vital hook and get your title took Yeah, I'm a pass it to my man [Lord Finesse] Now check it out, I'm a get paid for the nineteen nineties I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me The man to peep, far from weak so don't sleep From stage to streets I still go one deep So save that off the wall bullshit, ya get had son Fuck around, grab the mic and catch a bad one I come correct and strapped to bust a ill rap Me take a loss to who? Ya oughta kill that Back up, slack up, give a brother some head room Hype on the mic, amazin' in the bedroom Girls like me cause I'm straight and don't sidestep I do shit Jack LaLanne ain't tried yet Ask any female, bet you she'll say I'm good That's why I'm Finesse, porn star of the neighborhood Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps It's Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat And make way cause I get plenty say And those who don't like me I don't give a shit anyway Cause when it comes to lyrics I always find somethin' That make brothers press the rewind button I'm a get mine, tell me what you're gonna do? Cause ya couldn't see me if ya wanted to Get who you want, shit you could call the cops But for now, I'm gettin' all my props I reign terror, whatever's clever I'm cooler than The Mack and Shaft put together So chill, don't try to get ill dummy Me get stomped by who? Be for real, money I'm not havin' it so go on and get your best group You'll see why they call me Lord Finesse, troop I eat 'em like sandwiches, send 'em home in bandages Gimme that mic, I'll show you what doin' damage is Nice, swift and deeper than quicksand I'm takin' out opponents like a hit man I get the crowd hype like a sorta drug It's Lord Finesse, who the fuck you thought it was? I lounge and chill but still could get ill I'm live and real with skill beyond skill Pull girls like a lasso, keep the crazy cash flow A nigga beat me on the mic? Don't be an asshole I'm indestructible so bring in a substitute What's up with a battle? Yo I can't fuck with you [Lord Finesse] I'm intellectual, gettin' the best of you I eat MCs like the food at a festival Drop science and math; stand tall like a giraffe Completin' the…task, breakin' rappers in half Puttin' suckers out of it, yeah I talk a lot of shit But when it comes to rhymes I deserve a fuckin' scholarship Won't front or perp the role, I get the most of hoes I'm so cool, I've got pussy on remote control Whether you're a virgin or a bad lookin' hot sister I'm baggin' up bitches like a shoplifter So Lord Finesse is not the one to fool I was gettin' sex since they first invented Underoos So set it off, no time to rehearse the rappin' It's Lord Finesse, so prepare for the worst to happen Mics get ripped up, good times get tucked Throw your hands in the air, suckers keep your lips shut Cause ya'll wanna waste time sayin' them fake rhymes Gimme my respect and props or I'm a take mine Cause I ain't nothin' to play with And fuckin' with me ya need more than a first aid kit So it's better that ya chill and max with me I'm sendin' out warnin's quicker than a fax machine I get funky and kick it so let's get wit' it Opponents who think they can hang, y'all can forget it I sit and write rhymes, makin' up hype lines Achievin' shit you couldn't do in a lifetime So don't care me and compare me to those other brothers I'm Lord Finesse and I'm one bad ass muthafucker I'm doin' MCs as ya hire 'em Bustin' they ass and make 'em sign up for retirement Without doubt I'm a brother with all the clout Whoever said I'm whack, what the fuck is they talkin' about? Yeah, you don't stop, so L, my man my brother Tear shit up you bad muthafucker [Big L] Yo I'm the microphone murderer And I'm known for bustin' mad caps I was in rag tracks with rhymes that backslap 'Causin' a nightmare, I don't fight fair Niggas playin' hard rock, hopin' they might scare The B-I-G-L but I'm not to be fucked wit' You're tryin' to take your idol's title? You on some bugged shit I keep the women fiendin' and screamin' for my smooth shit My rhymes are mad thick and yours is thin as a pool stick Fuck it, bust it, I like it rough and rugged Your style is wick whack and played out like nugget Bracelets, face this, you can't erase this, escape this Break this, take this, cause I bake this I get so loose on beats that I produce Niggas be frontin' crazy hard and got no juice They softer than paper plates, the lyrics I make is great A few sheets of loose leaf and a Erasermate Is all I need to write rhymes that are extra fly Mics I wreck and fry, rappers I petrify Pack a fo' fif' with eight shots With one you get popped And now you're locked in a box, dead, with no props I'm not jokin', there's no time for snappin' Niggas that be yappin', I'm puttin' caps in So base up or get sprayed up to the waist up You'll get found faced up, police can't trace up Fingerprints, why? Because I leave no evidence Big L's the name, one three nine is the residence, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy NY Freestyle[Big L] Check it out now Big L Corleone (no doubt), Flamboyant Entertainment (uh-huh) One love to my big brother Big Lee (no doubt) Holdin it down from the inside right now (come on) When you come home it's on (watch this) Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shit Yeah (no doubt), 1-3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do) Uh, danger zone shit, check it out I be twistin bitches alot, have em sit on this cock I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot I be droppin like early August, late July Wit tracks that'll make you cry, hate you die Stop frontin, you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo' You mad cuz I knocked yo' ho While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po-po My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo (what) Or wit my nigga Gruff These faggot niggas ain't as rich as us I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dust Go ahead and let your crew soup you up In the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up Fuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold And if you don't agree, you's a asshole Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird And spark this herb, 'til homicide chomp the curb, ya heard? I never hesitate to bust my gun Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm from [McGruff] The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and ups Kingpin cats lose they crowns in cuffs Some get murdered, some get shot (boaw boaw boaw) So lay on, nigga her-oin, cocaine, pot it don't stop Rise to the top, nigga stop despisin my pops Yeah I rap, but still got them pies on the block Bitches lookin at the size of my rocks, size of my knotts Keep a stash box, ride wit them Glocks Smoke 'dro, fuck po-po, fly from the cops (What) I'm Gruff and I'mma die for my props Die by the gun, thou shall come but for now have fun Fuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongue Violence is young, wild as they come Catch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons, what Aiyyo cats wanna talk trash, yo I talk cash And take it, make they ass get naked It's a stickup (get on the floor),y'all niggas crash the pavement Pass yo' chains, pass yo' Rollies, pass yo' bracelets Or feel them hollow laced tips nigga I spray clips at the punks that be runnin they lips Not gunnin they bitch, gunnin them Squeeze off, don't miss none of them Shoot po-po right in front on them Double-M, goddamn niggas shouldn't have fucked wit him Y'all niggas sufferin, I'm thug hustlin Rushin in, in coke spots, cold bustin in Yeah it's us again, stuck you before Tied your monkey-ass up, took the bucks and the raw Nigga what, yeah Harlem World, Big L, Herb McGruff Nigga holdin it down, 9-8 shit, fuck that, word up [I Born] Aiyyo holy war, chrome four-four Twelve shots call, I came deep One-hundred-one wolves at your front door Mouths foamin, rubber grips laid on my hip Cock it and spit, slit his whole shit, empty the whole clip Pretty kid, broke a few ribs, did a murder bid Four-five, got hit wit two more, then the god slid Why try, watched men die, let the slugs fly Stay high, I'm from the streets Murderville, NY I told y'all I was comin, niggas thought I was frontin I want it all, in nine-bill I'm sayin something MC's petro, me lose hell no, you're wet no My verbal techno, spit it for dire out the Expo Me and D-O, on the lee-low, lay low Call Grago, Boriquas call em Flaco The latest Timb's, I got those Burn that ass like tobassco, you know my name Hot hell, Fidel Castro, ask no Questions, fuck you and your weapon You're pussy, your gun ain't went off since '87 My Mac-11 shot thirty-three in your direction Where I come from, bums bust guns, what you expected Well connected, from the slums where life's hectic Niggas starvin, need paper, jackal's is desparate Aiyyo movin like Israeli, sippin Henny in Bentley's Got a deal now, I'm signed what the fuck can you tell me What, Murderville, all square beware Hot-hell nigga tortured [C.L. Smooth] Ha, listen closely, to how C.L.'s focus be Who wrote me, a diamond-gold ball rosary Had supposedly, tarnished his name and status Draw the fastest, force him go to the mattress Imagine this, in my technique's This swervin authentic version M.D. Mount. to Vernon Touchin anybody like that lime in Bacardi To whippin all the watercrafts down in Yardie Half-steppin, hardly make it son, perfectly clear My yacht master pay your rent for the year The buck stops here, ain't a damn thing funny Barbershop niggas always bad-mouthin money Or maybe, I'm the whole key to you shtick Hearin cats talk about me like a chick They gotta be sick, ad-libbing we singin Went from day one over there we bring it Or scrap like hockey, cock-ing, blow it ?a-key? The poss-e, car shows under the marquee Dressed up, caked out, and vest up Better rest up, pop bottles till I'm messed up Paper chase, play clubs like a vacation On occasion, politicin my situation Every broad care, what he drive, what he wear Wit a bonier whisperin the shit in my ear Yeah, the bombshell, trapped in the Caramel Get the parcel, iced down the cartel Knowin C.L.,do know you mack slow Bitches act though, bigger niggas call me Fatso Heavy-weight, regulate the tri-state My team can't wait, for the date to navigate Let me demonstrate, through time my man handsome To keep all the pretty girls dancin, HA Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I go around the world wit this yaknowim sayin?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’93 FreestyleYou better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L be keepin’ niggas hearts pumpin’ like Reeboks It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat Faggots I buck and wet Disrespect and I'm a break your fuckin’ neck, I'm known to put a cap in a duck face I’m known for givin’ whack guys black eyes It's called Uptown; Front and get bucked down Walk through with jewels on, that ass'll get stuck clown I got styles you can't copy, bitch IIt's the triple six in the mix Straight from H-E double hockey sticks I'm the devil's son, like my song said I smash niggas like cornbread You can't kill me, I was born dead I wet shit up like a floodage Me and my crew peel caps and carry gats like it's luggage I'm nowhere near trash, so step to the rear fast Before I have your queer ass cryin’ like tear gas Every day I gain clout and my game sprout’ Some niggas'll still be virgins if crack never came out’ The Big L's hard to kill When my squad gets ill You better guard your grill, before you get scarred for real Big L is a large boss Known for puttin’ more holes in a nigga body than a golf course I'm crazy quick to knock a duck off I'll pull out then buck off And tear a nigga grill right the fuck off You'll get smoked like a Phillie fast And it’s a fact I pack a joint or two And right now you hearin’ shit from the Big L’s point of view ‘cause your shit is really trash Fuck around, I’ll swing on ya silly ass It's Big L the crime converter Sayin’ peace to all the niggas in jail doin’ time for murder I wreck the mic, plus the whole stage Rockin’ cornrow braids I'm killin’ muthafuckers like old age Known to have a hottie open I keep a shotty smokin’ Front and get half the bones in ya body broken I never false teach, so listen as the boss preach I only rock leathers by Marc Buchanan and North Beach I'm makin’ rap hits, I snap flicks at mack chicks Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch Yo I'm the nigga that they call A.W.O.L Punks, I slay all, on my spare time I play ball In the playgrounds, I spray clowns with trey pounds Makin’ gs from transportin’ kis on Greyhounds My shit is kickin’ like a sensei I'm smoother than Ben Gay Comprende? I'm outtie like M.J So Herb McGruff My mellow, my nigga Get on the mic and pull the MC triggerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Right To The Top[Royal Flush] Everybody stand up Flush is the man so let the grams cut One shot in ya butt, my guns never tucked Don't want a slut, finessed by the art of the cut Like Harlem World i'm doublin' up Feds wanna challenge us Off balance with silencers, locked up for calenders Made men reversed my life, started again Gone in the wind, respect niggas rhyming ten Stuck on the grind, with two nines hugging ya spine Addicted to crime, new car sitting on two dimes With two dime, New York niggas, we love shine Whether it's yours or mine by the night yours is mine That's shilling week anyway, fuck it, it's more shine I'm 24, your part time you ain't killing niggas Walking round and grilling niggas Acting like we ain't feeling niggas Pop bottle, roll with gorillas and breed drug dealers North, South, East to West ya'll gonna feel us [Hook] Word, we getting a job Hustle up, double up Cheddar starts kid, get that cheddar large Pedal Hard, and daily par Sky's the limit, die for this shit Living at Right to the top baby! [Big L] Fuck them other cats I'm running with my own wolfpack Keep fronting like you'se a thug and get your dome pushed back Coz you don't get down that tough shit you talk is profound You'se a clown Fuck around, come up town and get found I keep a pocket full, none of you niggas can touch my funds I don't fight no more all I do is bust my guns While you home relaxed i'm squeezin' Macs busting off caps Those coward cats with all their platinum plaques get taxed And I do Jooks, and slang Pies to make cream rise It's all about these green guys, front your whole team dies How I'm. Living so far? Swell you can't scar L Headed to cartel, selling more cakes than carvel And I'm labeled a kind thug, police got my line bugged Hope I see the grave from old age and not a nine slug I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut Big L is clean cut, with more jewels than King Tut [Hook] Word, we getting a job Hustle up, double up Cheddar starts kid, get that cheddar large Pedal Hard, and daily par Sky's the limit, die for this shit Living at Right to the top baby! [Kool G Rap] You know it's, dough for hoes Bank rolls, Rovers and clothes And shots blow all them cowards and foes Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, them chicks, eager to strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris' and sniff coke off the beater Yeah we ball big baby, look off the meter You should see us, it's movie star status Scar lackers lost cabbage, drip the Pablo Escobar fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, let it out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime bitches behavin like ya sex slave skizzied out Some nigga dizzy south, til he's out, busy mouth Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out We kidnap for trap blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a torch For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules Giancanna dead? Widespread, I'll be a 40 mile tune baby [Hook] Word, we getting a job Hustle up, double up Cheddar starts kid, get that cheddar large Pedal Hard, and daily par Sky's the limit, die for this shit Living at Right to the top baby!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Exclusive 2003 Shit[Intro: Big L & DJ Ron G] Big L, Harlem's finest Yeah, the nigga who hold it down for uptown (My nigga Big L!) Who gets down for the count (Rest in peace, my nigga! Love you) To drop something [Verse 1: Big L & DJ Ron G] I keep a stash full of cash, puffing grass with a dash of some hash Jeans be saggin' off half of my ass I keep it ghetto, still, I'm a fly fellow I love the cuties, no matter if they dark-skin or high yellow My iceberg sweaters and leathers are raw I'm getting cheddar galore like never before I can pull a dime quicker than Dillinger can pull a heist I rock the blue face presidential for the ice (Woo!) Me and my crew is sick like the flu So what you gon' do, boo, when we come for you, huh? It ain't no calling time out once I climb out the garbage can Get two nines out, and blow your spine out [Interlude: DJ Ron G] Don't forget y'all, Ron G You only gonna hear it right here, exclusive Big, big shout-out to the whole 39th, 40th You heard? [Chorus: Nas, Freeway, 50 Cent] How could you call yourself MC? If you from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned How could you call yourself MC? If you from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned [Verse 2: Big L] Ayo, my whole entourage is large from here to Vegas Imitators hate us 'cause we sport gators and flavors Put snitches in boxes, coppers and federals watch us They tried everything in this world to lock us but can't stop us I'm known for rockin' tours, picture me moppin' floors Only fuck with ki's and not the kind that be lockin' doors What I recite be takin' hours to write So if you bite, just tell your man what kind of flowers you like I be that buck wild, foul criminal who make the women smile It's time to drop something new, it's been a while And L is that nigga you expect To catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet [Chorus: Nas, Freeway, 50 Cent] How could you call yourself MC? If you from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned How could you call yourself MC? If you from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned [Outro: Big L & Ron G] Word up, man Nowadays these cats don't be representin' the microphone like they supposed to Word up, so we gotta take it back Only real niggas with skills should get deals, word up One love to the whole Harlem clique Herb McGruff, Mase Murda, C.O.C., Killa Cam, Bloodshed You know how we do, Ron G, make it hot Uh, uh, uh, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 98' Halftime RadioYa'll cats like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks, I sex them chicks And send them home, Corleone known to be stoned When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that chick full blown The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim Jumped out the gray bm, went to the atm Took a thou' out and later on I had to wild out In da club knock some kid and his pal out Afterwards, went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin' what chick number I can dial out Cuz its L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes then that sprint lady, and thats ill Playa haters be givin me harsh looks, but I'm tryina sell records like Garth Brooks So F em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips, keep my celly on, mega ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess its Perignon If the nana's too tight, I throw some jelly on Try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst I've been off the scene over 2 years, and cats is still thirst They hear Big L drop an ill verse, so all you unsigned cats that wanna battle get a deal first I sport da bulletproof, fitted-hat, that attitude you betta get rid of that Whereava u floss is where u gon get it at What, stay strapped, go to sleep wit my steel Makin figures while u broke cats is keepin it real L is raps most livest cat, gettin stacks while u askin people "do u want fries with that"? I rob fags in da staircase, no mask, bare face The one police wouldn't dare chase, keep my gear laced Do I walk around without cash? No way pal Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives When you sold 8's, we sold pies When you rode bikes, we drove 5's There's no comparison son, it's just embarrasing I'm runnin with some of the baddest men in the whole New York We hold the fort while you crap cats is holdin Playa hatin, pushin stolen whips We at the dice game rollin trips, out of town throwin bricks Takin over, cookin up coke with baking soda I buy hot jewels and ice it down, while you go to the jewelry store with short doe tryna bring the prices down You better spread with them 30 dollar kicks on Or get whipped on, knocked out cold, and pissed on L is a heavyweighter with steady paper You the type to go to jail for a petty caper Then come home on good behavior Talkin bout you no longa hard now cuz you a man of God now Yo it's amazin, L is blazin, always been Before I put the braids in, I use to let the waves spin What you be sayin don't impress me at all Them chicks you be jayin donit be sexy at all Word life, to everything that I recite stand out Go head and front so I can try this right hand out Across yo jaw, L neva lost a war No respect for them cowards who enforce the law You got sumthin to say, then cough it out Cuz cats be wantin beef, but when you pull out the heat They ready to talk it out What is there to talk about, you was just fronting now it ain't nuthin Ain't that sumthin, I should start bussin anyway Put one of you punks in the ground Ya'll cats be killin me with ya'll faces frown, jumpin around Like you scared of L, not even, cuz imma be a thug until I stop breathin Plus I'm runnin' with a real smooth crew that'll shoot at you You wanna knuckle up, whateva, we can do that tooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Once Again[Chorus] And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitch [1st verse] Aye yo, I should of been out I'm deadly when I pull the pin out Keep frontin' i'mma try your chin out, I knocked a lot of men out I left em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop 10 out You see Corleone, ice finnin, jigged out bright linen And if a bitch don't like me, she must like women Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin Don't be mad coz your career's in the 9th inning It's over now nigga leave the game I'm from the danger zone where MC's get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame Where niggas be taking drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT, yo bitch wrote me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Mad singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What [Chorus] x2 And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitch Aye yo I hear a lot of bitch in your talk See a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York Time is running out Niggas like L' when you coming out Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife's missing im the nigga she was last seen with Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash Used to ride greyhounds with dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split A lot of innocent kids got hit Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son We breed the smoothest niggas on the face of the earth Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd I'm a never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird I push whips while you walk all day And I hate when strange niggas wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out What [Chorus] x2 And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Zone of Danger[Verse 1: Big L] The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it Sendin' poems to have them faggots Diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart L's the nigga that crime follows I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles I beat chumps 'til they head splits Then break 'em like bread sticks I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch Always sprayin' TEC's, because I be stayin' vexed Some nigga named Dex was in the projects layin' threats I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin' Put his brains in the street Now you can see what he was just thinkin' I'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in Hell Front and get scarred 'cause your rap style ain't even hard I run with a heathen squad, and none of us believe in God [Hook: McGruff + Big L] (McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own [Verse 2: Big L] I got styles you can't copy, bitch It's the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray Fuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil Son's way Every minute, my style switches up They said a real man won't hit a girl Well, I ain't real, 'cause I beat bitches up I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill I'm takin lives for a great price I'm the type to snap in Heaven with a MAC-11 and rape Christ And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest The Big L's mad stressed, 'cause Hell is my address I'm on some satanic shit strictly Little kids be wakin' up cryin' Yellin', "Mommy, Big L is comin' to get me!" [Hook: McGruff + Big L] (McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own [Verse 3: Big L] I keep a cutie with a soft booty Hoes be runnin' up, "Can I get your autograph, L?" No, bitch, I'm off duty I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggas drop when my shotty sparks It ain't no food in my fridge, just body parts I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged I never wear rubbers, bitch – if I get AIDS, fuck it! A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute I'll jump out a tinted rented, and leave a nigga body dented And my swoll knob your main girl cold-slobbed And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob' Ayo, crazy bitches slept with L Then they niggas got mad and tried to step to L But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special ed So I suggest you spread, pretzelhead 'Fore I turn your white sweatsuit red [Hook: McGruff + Big L] (McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his ownEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Day One ’99 (Live From Amsterdam)[Talk] [A.G.] We here, I'm here. Big L here. I'm here. We representin DITC So you know we gotta come take it on some DITC shit [Big L] Hey hold up, hold up, hold up [A.G.] The crew ain't here but we always represent for the crew [Big L] Hey hold up, before we get into this next shit Y'all know the chorus to this shit or what right I know y'all know the chorus to this shit, right [A.G.] Most these rap cats [Big L] Don't know where it started, where it came from We been reppin this shit [Both] since Day One Diggin In The Crates originators Why niggas playa hate us Knowin damn well they can't fade us [Big L] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Both] Like that y'all [Big L] I'mma change my verse up, fuck that I'mma kick the '99 version of this shit Check it out. Let y'all know I ain't to be fucked with Check it out [A.G.] My nigga Big L {Big L} My whole clique thievin The wolves out because it's sic season This ain't the time to have your wrists freezin I might throw the big gat To your six pack Click clack Let me get that Make it quick black Fuck the chit chat Why y'all test Knowin these hot slugs will fry y'all flesh Taxin faggots like the I-R-S I used to front But never really rich You silly bitch Push willy whips Like the white Volva Front on Corleone, ya life's over I bought my main girl an ice choker Catch her cheatin and I might smoke her I make the right words blend Pimp these hoes like I'm Iceberg Slim And if I go to jail I might serve ten Clowns I disrespect Throw this gun in they face, make 'em kiss the tek Then I snatch the ice off they wrists and neck You better not budge when I point the semi at you What's that? A karat in ya ear, then Gimme that too Shit, I'm takin it all I'm not leavin a cent When everything out yo pockets faggot Even the lint You know the game plan AG, that's my main man We never bring luggage We go shoppin when the plane lands Still run with the same clan Used to be a Kane fan Everytihng I rock is name brand Element, ya dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin midget's sips I run with the richest cliques Fuck the thickest chicks Plus drop the sickest hits You know nuthin about L So don't doubt L What this motherfucking rap game without L Yeah, that's like Jews without ice That's like China without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ Or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The Village without dykes Or hockey games without fights AZ: (Day One chorus, fade out)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy MVP (Summer Smooth Mix)[Big L answering machine message] Ayo, what's up, this is Big L, know'm'sayin' Calling you to see how that joint, you know'm'sayin', came out [Intro: Miss Jones & Biz Markie sample] I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, spark up the phillies and pass the stout Make it quick money grip or your ass is out In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightning You seen what happened in my last fight friend? A'ight, then L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette And clown rappers I'm bound to slay I'm saying hi to all the cuties from around the way Yeah cause I got all of them sprung, Jack My girls are like boomerangs No matter how far I throw 'em they come back I'm coming straight out the NYC I'm down with Diggin' In The Crates and I'm MVP [Chorus: Miss Jones & Indo] If rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C I said if rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Verse 2: Big L] Yo, it's a must that I get papes Peace to all the DJ's who gave me love on they mixtapes And once again the man's back with a dance track So here's your chance Jack to get loose and let your hands clap I got juice like Boku, mad crews I broke through Brothers be mad 'cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to And every time I'm jammed I always find a loophole I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol And my raps are unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers No more iron horses 'cause I'm buying Porsches Coming straight out the NYC Peace to the Kid Capri, I'm MVP [Chorus: Miss Jones & Indo] If rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C I said if rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Bridge: Miss Jones & Biz Markie sample] I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L [Verse 3: Big L] Battles, I lose none, I make crews run I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one I run up like Machine Gun Kelly with a black skully Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle I'm the neighborhood lamper, punani vamper Mess around you'll find my silk boxers in your mommy's hamper And nowadays girls want you for your money I'm like Hev, I got nothing but love for you, honey And since I'm looking slick and my pockets are thick I need surgery to get chicks removed from my (chill) I'm coming straight out the NYC Rap's my J-O-B, and I'm MVP [Chorus: Miss Jones & Indo] If rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C I said if rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C If rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C I said if rap was a game he'd be MVP The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Bridge: Miss Jones & Biz Markie sample] I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L I'd like to introduce myself It's Big L Big L Big L [Outro: Miss Jones] If rap was a game he'd be MVP I said if rap was a game he'd be MVP If rap was a game he'd be MVP I said if rap was a game he'd be MVP If rap was a game he'd be MVP I said if rap was a game he'd be MVP If rap was a game he'd be MVP I said if rap was a game he'd be MVPEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Uptown Reps[ Intro: Man ] The uptown connec' is very powerful What we need to do is Build somethin, so powerful That nobody can fuck with us See what I mean? Okay Fuck those cockroaches [ Mase ] Yeah Check it out Here come Mase The muthafuckin big l My nigga gruff Bout to bring it to you faggots So when this shit drop Y'all niggas be ready to go for your guns, nigga Check it out 1-2 Hit em one time, yo [ Verse 1: Mase ] Yo, I barely know you But the way you front, make you wanna blow you You rappin, but you local, my shit is goin global Niggas ain't ready, nah, fuck figures that petty I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes Any nigga met me know I'm bout gettin cheddy Ain't nothin fancy, settle for 1500 chevy I watched my man get banned tryin to plan scams Done ran grams on a pan am to san fran We want the money, so it's a must we get paid I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made Send bricks to papi, be big as liberacce You don't believe me? nigga, watch me Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home Tell em you saw mase in rolling stone holdin a chrome Now he probably out in a poconos strokin hoes Smokin those, celebratin, open the mo? s A cool guy, even a cool guy can't get too high Even his boo'll try to set him for his moolah The cops take us to where a cell block await us I watch my capers clock and paper rock on glaciers Yo l, I ain't got to tell you what to do [ Big L ] (what up, what up? ) Man, just lace them niggas [ Big L ] (aight, you know how we gon' do this) Word up, dun [ Big L ] Harlem nyc style B.I.G. style MVP style Baby, check it out [ Verse 2: Big L ] Check it, I got more papers than the new york post Packin toast, this host is quick to roast the mic, then I'm ghost I'm not a soprano like that italiano sammy gravano Mc's be gettin knocked off like Paulie Castellano This little menace be guzzlin hennessy Props from here to tennessee, police wanna finish me You know I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papes I'm large like the great lakes, with drug spots in 8 states Chillin, makin sure this money is right Sippin sunny delite, hittin every honey in sight Playboy, tracks I like rough, ain't that right, gruff? I might puff some green shit, but no white stuff I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your shit stitched I drop slick hits (go l) get off my dick, bitch When I was broke, you ain't wanna see me get rich Now I kill tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwits And I'm all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin shows Smokin foes and strokin hoes in the Poconos Without cash you ain't meant to live Signin out corleone, the uptown representative Hey yo, gruff, man This is yo track, man What you waitin for? Rip this shit [ Verse 3: McGruff ] Now my life somethin finer, it wasn't when I was a minor See, but now I'm pumpin china White, nigga, yeah, right out the diner For this shit here I could get time in either Facility, locked up where all the villains be Make your first move if you're bored of grillin me From harlem world, take care of your mob and your girl Too much dom, gruff can't starve in this world .38 revolve with the pearl My wolves hollerin at the moon as the earth revolve in a twirl Blood thirst, nigga with dough get rushed first Get him, a thug search, tell him these slugs hurt Do you in, hooligans, timbs and rough shirts Bust jerks, better duck when gruff squirts Leave niggas in more pain than when your nuts hurt Give niggas the business, done-done much dirt Alright, alright You see what I'm talkin about? That's what I'm talkin about Who started this? Uptown! Who made this? Harlem! Soon the whole world will be high! Everything's sugarless, baby Now okay!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Sleep[Big L] Yeah, I got two of my muthafuckin' peoples from Children of the Corn about to represent It's the Big L, and we gon' do a lil summin' like this So check it out yo Aiyyo, knock, knock [Killa Kam] Guess who [Bloodshed] Bloodshed to your rescue I'm rougher than the projects that niggas don't walk next to My mental, sense is drenched from the Beck's brew Eyes chinky like an oriental; far from gentle [Killa Kam] You'd rather douche B, before you mush me Or even push me black, in fact I call you Cujo, B Cause all y'all some pussy cats Give me the gun, and watch this trooper spark it, I maneuver targets Cause I be packing like the minions in the supermarkets [Bloodshed] Yo, my style is mastered, blunts; never pass it Stay blasted, Jurrasic type cash up the ass split I'm mad sick, when shit get hectic, I wet shit When my TEC spit, it's redruM cause I'm dyslexic Out of my crew I am the loc'est one, so don't provoke the strung Or my smoking gun'll leave you soaking son I speak the truth, so you should all figure My double four trigger's +Above The Law+ like that Seagal nigga And I'm a buddah head until I'm dead It ain't no changin' Bloodshed Tough bread, enough said [Killa Kam] Aiyyo, check it out It ain't no fools in rappin Nigga play me, pull out the tool and clap him I don't care if the kid's quadruple platinum My peeps ain't cheap, they deal coke And when my steel smokes, you will choke You feel dope? You won a hundred battles, and you still broke You a joke loc, nothin' but a slow poke Your ass couldn't paddle in a row boat, you know ho Let me tell you a few things, don't care who your crew brings Cause when my trey-deuce sings, you'll get laced up like shoestrings Nobody can touch my rhythm My brother Hud'll get 'em, and I bring Blood to victims When they get stuck like stick 'ems [Hook x2 - Big L] Aiyyo, my crew never fights fair (SO DON'T SLEEP MUTHAFUCKAS) Cause it's your worse nightmare [Killa Kam] Aiyyo, this kiko will dismantle cancers Handle dancers, voodoo do y'all Kangol dancers Handle wraths, get put inside ambulances My gat'll screech each adder scenes, now up in magazines Heavy D fucked up my black, coffee got to have that cream [Bloodshed] Check it, yo move Mics I be tearing them, from here to Maryland I'm known to bury men, and drug mics with more dope than heroin I clear the block like one time, plus street sweepers combined My gun rhymes make niggas wonder why I'm still unsigned [Killa Kam] And never see me run, believe me hun It ain't no freebees sons, go out with BB guns Then niggas say, "Can we be chums?" [Bloodshed] You must've went to the Wizard and got some heart To fuck with Bloodshed because I spark with mints in the dark [Killa Kam] Yeah, and I'm the 'nnihilator You couldn't figure out with a calculator You sweet like candy, eat you Now and Later [Bloodshed] I extort dough like broken phones I'm on my smoking bones, and tokin' chromes To have you croaking with soaking domes [Killa Kam] Yeah, and bitches see me, they run double-fast They got trouble? Laugh Cause I make niggas' mouth foam up like a bubblebath [Bloodshed] On my block, niggas get licked quick My man Caroni got his wig split He could've signed, but had no time for legit shit [Killa Kam] You play like punk rock, I catch wreck when the funk drop You a chump hops, and I stunt cops, whenever I let my trunk pop And devour turbans, who this coward hurtin'? See me every hour flirting, with a nine to wet niggas up like shower curtains [Bloodshed] That goes to all the niggas faking the Jacks I be like Jason, racing through your block with a axe And I be chasin', til I meet your crew face to face and The first nigga basin', I'm wastin', closed casin' nigga [Hook x4 - Big L] Aiyyo, my crew never fights fair (SO DON'T SLEEP MUTHAFUCKAS) Cause it's your worse nightmare [Outro - Big L] Word up, the Children of the Corn is puttin' it on from now on Word up, muthafuckin' flavor's in Harlem act like you know Word up, Children of the Corn, represent [Bloodshed] Yanamsayin, I wanna give a shoutout to, the whole downtown 110th [Killa Kam] Aiight, fuck y'all dumbass bitches, b [Bloodshed] Word to mother, all the way back up to thirt-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch & Bobbito ’92Word, check it out, check it out Check it out, bust it M.C.'s get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-session Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice. No question It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird That I'm feared, cuz my raps are rougher than a nappy beard I cook rappers like a chef I'm Def like Jef, right to left My raps are badder than mornin breath For niggas deaths I'm the number one suspect Cuz I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset Suckers I'm a stiggedy star Breakin 'em up and then takin they heart You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin the microphones Apart I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type When I strike the mic, niggas be like, "Shorty hype!" I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ' You sayin L's dis and L's dat, get off L dick Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin school teachers 1-2, 1-2, Rappers I run through Fuck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu The Big L is an assassinator I grab the mag and leave a fag leakin like Activator I'm the nigga that you never even thought of beatin Black, white, or Puerto Rican I'm gonna slaughter each an' Every crap M.C. that runs up when the battle comes up Gimme two thumbs up PeaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sandman 118[Intro] Ayo, check out, 1-2, 1-2, it's the Big mothafuckin' L And I'm 'bout to catch wreck off this dirt man shit Yo, check it out, this that Sandman 118 shit And it's the B-I-G-L, straight from 139 in fucking Lenox Harlem, the danger zone, I gotta represent it Somebody gotta do it, you know what I'm sayin'? Ayo, I got a new single out, It's called "M.V.P." The most valuable poet, you know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause I'm the most valuable poet when it come to this shit And I'ma prove it right now, check it out [Verse] My clique is quick to put a bullet in a strangers dome You should of known not roam through the danger zone In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest We sendin' faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh Big L grew up in the slums of greed Known for drawing guns with speed And selling tons of weed 'cause I got sons to feed And it's a must that my toast smokes I'm not like most folks Fuck 10's and 20's, I carry ghost notes And it's a must that I commence to slayin' Any faggot emcee who goes against the grain I'ma smoke Pataki ass and Rudolph Giuli like a wooly I keep a tooly for any mooly who act fooly So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'ma send him After I skin him and spit some venom in him I run with intruders, looters and sharp shooters Who spark buters and fuck thick bitches with large hooters Yo, I'm that nigga that be jumpin' on your stereo When I walk the streets, your bitches tappin' they friends like, "There he go" Never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow 'Cause I was never the type to start beefs But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats To hell with silly games, I play survival sports Sometimes I be in the crib stressed the fuck out with suicidal thoughts All my life I've been a lady bruiser A wrong chooser, school refuser Drug abuser, born loser Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money Now me and the devil are on the same team I'm a hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore I'm not a coward, and frontin' on me, I won't allow it I'm high-powered, fuckin' freak bitches like Nadina Howard Front and get your belly torn, I keep a Peli on I'm fuckin' with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon On the ave with punk rocks, quick to give a chump knocks You ain't tough, the only thing you shootin' is jump shots My style is hard like strong lumber Cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong number [Outro] And that's how we doin' itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’95 Hot97 TF5 MC Show Freestyle[Big L] Ayo, spark up the Phillies my man and pass that Moet Big L representin' with the Presidential Rolly Y'all brothas know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links Givin' all the ladies eye winks as I buy drinks As soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell I'm rugged as hell, brothas could tell, that none of ya rappers are rougher than L My rappin' skills was a great gift The other night some snake rift and got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids, kept mad blades Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beefsteak Cause my technique's great / And I'm the brotha police hate in each state Yeah, that's a little somethin'. Now I'm a drop one mo' for my man T cause he up in here. Check it out, check it out yeah and ya don't stop, Big L represents, check it out Yo, I walk around with six thou', sippin' on Cris-tal My whole clique's foul I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now The type o' brother that be gamin' yo' freaks While you out workin' hard, I'm puttin' stains in yo' sheets And clown hearts, ya put a lot of fear L is the brotha you better not even try to scare Cause some hot lead will get you outta here While I'm rockin' tours you moppin' floors / And I always deal with kis and not the kind that be lockin' doors On one three nine and Lenox brothers are bananas We got bad manners, cops can't stand us, that's why they try to jam us But I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papes I'm larger than the Great Lakes with drug spots in eight states Used to be Little, now I'm double X Pushin' a bubble Lex', I got connects with foreigners who smuggle tecs I'm chillin', makin' sure this money is right Sippin' Sunny Delight, hittin' every honey in sight I'm the man with all the cream and clout Cash I'm never seen without, make the ladies scream and shout Big L is the brotha you dream about And every girl I got looks like a model If you ever see me with a chickenhead, she must a hit the lotto And Uptown is where L rest, I stay well dressed I write rhymes more than Jamaican niggas sell ses' Aight, little somethin', little somethin'. I can't hang with my man but I still represented. You know. Yeah, word upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Flamboyant Pt. II(Verse 1:Royal Flush) Yo we gon explain something right now It's Royal Flush and Big L we gon let y'all know bout my niggas comin out Queens most my doggs ... right Yo check it A Yo the way I feel for these niggas, I die for niggas Queens most wanted cockin back and pull triggers From Lex to Viggers, drug dealers slash rap diggas From OB to QB my war rest in peace to bandit Take a chance to this game of life We bust of trife sold mad dick to your wife Jack D with no ice from south side to the desert We bustin pesserts and let my bitches hold my weapons I'm world wide like my first jam, understand, Royal Flush has takin over LB Fam (Verse 2:Big L) Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice baguettes Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks With the machete, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie I represent uno trece nueve Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to slide a playmate Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 88 HipHop Radio Freestyle (1998)[Intro] I dunno how I'mma do this Check it, check it out, uh Check it out, check it, yo Check it [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, while we hold gats you hold knives When you sold eighths, we sold pies When you rolled bites, we drove 5's There's no comparison, son, just embarrassin' I'm running with some of the baddest men in the whole New York We hold the fort, while you crab cats is holdin' Player hatin', pussy-stolen whips We at the dice game rollin' trips Out of town, throwin' bricks, takin' over Cooking up coke with baking soda I buy hot jewels and ice it down While you go to the jewelry store with short dough, tryin' to bring the prices down You better spread with them 30 dollar kicks on Or get ripped on, knocked out cold and pissed on L is a heavy weight, it was steady paper You the type to go to jail for a petty caper Then come home on good behavior Talkin' about "You no longer hard now, 'cause you a man of God now" Yo, it's amazin', L is blazin', always been Before I put the braids in, I used to let the waves spin What you be sayin' don't impress me at all And them chicks you be datin' don't be sexy at all Word life, everything that I recite stand out Go ahead and front, so I can try this right hand out I'll cross your jaw, L never lost a war No respect for them cowards who enforce the law You got somethin' to say? Cough it out Cause cats be wantin' beef, but when you pull out the heat, they ready to talk it out What is there to talk about? You was just frontin' Now it ain't nothin', ain't that somethin'? I should start busting anyway, and put one of you punks in the ground Y'all cats be killin' me with y'all faces round jumping around Like you scarin' L, not even, word Cause I'ma be a thug until I stop breathing Plus I'm runnin' with a smooth crew that'll shoot at you You wanna knuckle up? Then we can do that tooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If You Not AwareEy yo, what's up this is Big L, know what I'm sayin' Calling to see how that joint, know what I'm sayin', came out Hey yo fellas... Keep our eye open... watch out Cause females be playing a whole lot of games like these Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair You might get caught out there if you're not aware Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair You might get caught out there if you're not aware I know this lady by the name of Katie If you broke, she's shady You got cash? She's ready to have your baby The type of female the fellas stress Stay fresh to death, well dressed In Chanel, Guess, nothing less Body got more curves than an S I smoke her boots like Sess And I confess the sex was the best (yes) Within a week she had keys to my res And then later my man Squeezer gave her gees to invest Then one day I overheard her talking to friends Saying how she didn't like me, all she want is the ends Yo honey was sheisty Had me thinking she was wifey, tricking ridiculous Given her dues that was icey I said it's over And what I gave you, you can have that It wasn't even her - it was myself I was mad at Letting that dame use me for my name and my fame That's lame, but it's a shame how I fell for the game Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair You might get caught out there if you're not aware Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair You might get caught out there if you're not aware A year ago I did a show for some dough Puffed a bag of hydro then broke out on the low And on my way out, it was a female on my trail Who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL I asked honey her name, she replied, "Monique" Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat Jump in the passenger seat, let's go get somethin to eat She said I was that Roc-a-Fella she'd been dyin to meet I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn't a freak Yeah right - it's all good, so I waited a week Then one night to my crib she decided to creep Knocked on a nigga door and woke me outta my sleep I let her in before you know it we was doin our thang I drove her home, and said tomorrow give me a ring It was about a month later when she gave me a call With some bogus ass story that was off the wall Claimin she's pregnant with my child, I think that's quite foul How is that? I wore a Lifestyle So watch out fellas... Watch out You better watch out fellas Yeah, you better watch out Watch out fellas... You better watch out F'real So watch out fellas... Watch out You better watch out fellas Yeah, you better watch out Watch out fellas... You better watch out F'realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Give It To ’Em “L” (Original Mix)[Verse 1] I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot Dressed in all black, never seen in polka dots No other write rhymes like these I'm cool as a light breeze Playin' rappers out like striped Lee's I'm smoother than velvet My rhymes are well writ You're sayin' L's this and L's that, get off L dick Battles I refuse to lose I choose to cruise smooth, like the blues I never hear boos cause I amuse Grab the brew and take a sip I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip Don't flip, we on the party tip But you better leave L alone Before I reach out and touch you, but not with a telephone I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin' Black, white or Puerto Rican I'm gonna slaughter each and Every crab MC that runs up When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up [Chorus] It's Big L, y'all, I'm living swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'all Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L It's Big L, y'all, I'm living swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'all Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L [Verse 2] I damage all opponents as soon as the bell ring It's all about me, yo it's a B-I-G-L thing The crown is still mine, I drop ill rhymes A lotta rappers talk that murder stuff and couldn't kill time And rockin' a crowd, I got it pat down While D-Wiz rip shop in the background Rhymes I make'll knock out your gold tooth Fightin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth My style gets scarier Battles? The more the merrier You can't compare me ta, brothers from the area Or brothers from other states, because this brother makes Outstandin' lyrics that suffocates Brothers from New York to the Bahamas Rappers talkin' 'bout breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise The Big L's quick to make a chick lift her skirt up Step to this and get hurt up Word up [Chorus] It's Big L, y'all, I'm living swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'all Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L It's Big L, y'all, I'm living swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'all Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L [Verse 3] MCs get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-ssession Rap's my pro-fession...no question It's a fact I stay geared It shouldn't be weird, that I'm feared Cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard I cook rappers like a chef I'm def like Jeff Right to left, my raps are badder than mornin' breath Basin' in my face, I won't accept that You better step back, before your eye be jet black And suckers I'm a stiggedy star Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart I hit hard from New York to Miami Pockets stay swolled up like a eye jammy I'm dropping science on wax while you kickin' riddles I'm a Big Mac, you and your whole crew are Chicken Littles To be safe on the microphone homes Recite your own poems Or get your dome flown MCs want no parts o' L As I rip shop with Hip-Hop, the crowd starts to yell [Chorus] It's Big L, y'all, I'm living swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'all Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L It's Big L, y'all, I'm living swell, y'all I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells, y'all Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em LEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Slaying The Mic[Intro: Big L] Yeah Check this shit out One, two, one two Check me the fuck out (One, two, one two,) Big L, Corleone (Yeah 139 Linux, Corleone) Chilling with my nigga Kay Slay from around the way Flamboyant Entertainment nigga Coming live, this is the danger zone (Harlem, USA dawg,) About to rip this shit Check us out, uh Check it out yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh,) Check it out yeah Flamboyant Entertainment (yeah, yeah, yeah,) Flamboyant Entertainment [Verse One: Big L] While we hold gats, you hold knives When you sold Eights, we sold pies When you rode bikes, we rode Five's There's no comparison son, it's just embarrassing I'm running with some of the baddest men in the whole New York We hold the fort, y'all bitch niggas is holding dicks Player hating, pushing stolen whips We at the dice game rolling tricks OT, throwing bricks, taking over Cooking up coke with baking soda Yeah You better spread with them thirty dollar kicks on Or get whipped on, knocked out cold and pissed on L is a heavy waiter, with steady paper You the type that go to jail for a petty caper Then come home on good behavior Talking about you no longer hard now cause you a man of God now Though it's amazing L is blazing Always been Before I put the braids in, I used to let the waves spin Shit you be saying, don't impress me at all And them chicks you be jaying, don't be sexy at all Word life Everything that I recite stands out Go ahead and front, so I can try this right hand out Across your jaw L never lost a war No respect for them faggots who enforce the law You got something to say? Cough it out Cause niggas be wanting beef, but when you pull out the heat They ready to talk it out What is there to talk about? You was just fronting Now it ain't nothing, ain't that something? I should start busting anyway and put one of you punks in the ground Y'all niggas be killing me with your face around Jumping around Like you scared of L Not even Cause imma be a thug 'till i stop breathing Plus I'm running with a smooth ass crew That will shoot at you You want to knuckle up? Then fuck it, we can do that too Nigga I never hesitate to buck my gun Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm fromEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fed Up Wit the Bullshit( VERSE 1 ) Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid I'm a nig who don't dig a muthafuckin pig Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers That misuse they badges to whip niggas' asses Then one day they slow rolled through the hood With the .38s cocked, 2 deep, up to no good They say that my skin was black so they attacked Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my fuckin cap One murdered my man like it was okay For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life And never again see the street lights, and that's trife Around my way they shot many teens And them cops better stop, or I'ma stop em, by any means The Big L won't hesitate to cold diss em And if you ask me, muthafuck the whole system There are too many young black brothers doin life bids Cause justice means 'just us white kids' So take heed to the rhymes I kick I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bullshit I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up (Aw, shit) ( VERSE 2 ) Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or cold season Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason You're just gettin home from work And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by a fuckin jerk Niggas in the streets got tough luck First they get cuffed up Then get roughed up, and that's fucked up This every day, not every other week Listen when this brother speak Muthafuck turnin the other cheek Or you'll be layin in a pine box Bad enough they got .38s, now them clowns gettin nine Glocks I'm not only fed up with the cops I'm only fed up with them punk-ass cab drivers who don't stop They don't care if it's snowin First they slow down, then they see your skin is brown, then they keep goin Cause I wasn't white, the cab took flight But I caught him at the light And put a bullet right through his windpipe I keep a tool with a full clip, the trigger I pull quick Cause I'm fed up with that bullshitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Flamboyant Pt. I[Intro: Big L] Yeah yeah, Big L, Corleone My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down Flamboyant baby, for life We taking over, coming to a theater near you Check it out, come on check it [Verse 1: Big L] Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Better watch me round your girl if you ain't fucking her right You damn playa haters never want to see me blow Flamboyant Entertainment CEO Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more And ... I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mindstate I never lounge where you find Jake Suprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake Run with me and I'm a make you a star When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3 Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit Selling niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock Keep the gun cock, represent one block 139 nigga, the Danger Zone We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine Yo I'm out, I done took up enough time We out, no doubt, you know how we do, Flamboyent for lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy AuditionYo. 1, 2, 1, 2. G'ahead, drop it Yeah 1, 2, 1, 2. I go by the name of the Big L. Know what I'm saying? Rock this for Rock N. Wills. Hardpack tape A'ight. Goes like this Ay yo. I've got the gift of gab To lift and grab The mic and recite hype rhymes That'll rip and rag And drag a fag MC Who likes to nag a lot And brag a lot Talking about the lyrics that he has are hot Step to this and get lit like a candle, troop Rhymes I hook up MCs I cook up Like Campbell's soup I throw rhymes like a quarterback Front and you'll get bust And dust And crushed Bum rushed And all of that Rhymes never sound wack Cause I've got them down packed For you the time is over So give me your crown Jack I get hype fast And MCs might last A minute with me Because their rhymes are light as A feather and mine are heavy like a big brick Rappers catch a fit quick When I start to kick shit And I record my battles on a camcorder So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter MCs that tried to get with me, hops That's why they all got taken out like a pizza box The crown is still mine Cause I kick ill rhymes A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time Or beat eggs or whip cream I'm smoother than Vaseline And I'm a stone cold rapping fiend A lot of new jacks are coming out, but that's cool Cause I'm the principal of the new school A'ight. Check this out another joint like this A'ight. Check it out I control the microphone like a robot My lyrics are so hot Props: I've got a whole lot Cause with a pen and some paper this man made Rhymes: they're so damn great With flavor like pancakes I'm kicking rhymes like a game of kickball I'm rough like a brick wall MCs take a big fall For trying to get with this I'm too swift for this A microphone murderer form of magnificence A def rapper and also a swell one In a battle I cook MCs well done My hits are consecutive I'm a lyrical executive Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live So to be safe on the microphone homes Recite your own po'ms Or get your dome blown Or put in a boot camp L's the new champ I'm not the kind to go out like a Food Stamp I'm throwing rhymes like a pitcher throws a curveball And I'm a serve all Punks that try to brawl So stop sleeping on me Don't even dose hops Or I'm a heat you up And eat you up Like Stove Top Stuffing I'm bum rushing Shorts: I'm taking none My rhymes weigh a ton I'm not faking son You're the one whose faking, trying to be a duplicate Can't kick stupid shit Tell you the truth: you should quit Rapping Start snappin Cause all you is a joke Battle L and get smoked Yo. I over throw ya And have you screaming like a rollercoaster Guzzle you down like a small cup of Coca Cola I'm going though MCs like a ransack Stand back As I cruise Smooth Like an Amtrack Your rhymes are rusty G You can't fuck with me That's why you're hiding in protective custody L's not the one an' I keep MCs runnin' I hurt them like bunions Make them cry like onions I'm a lyrical fighter And I'm brighter Than Einstein Try to bite my lines And get a size nine Foot Put In your ass for being a crook Hit with a vital hook And get your title took Pass it to my man (Someone else) Ha ha. ??? got flavour Keep that flowing (Big L) I'm the microphone murderer And I'm known for busting mad caps I rip and rag tracks With rhymes that back slap Causing a nightmare I dont fight fair Niggas playing hard rocks hoping they might scare The B-I-G L, but im not to be fucked with You're trying to take your idol's Title You're on some buck shit I keep the women fiending for my smooth shit My rhymes are mad thick And yours are dead as a poo stick Fuck it Bus it I like it rough and rugged Your style is wick wack And played out like Nugget Bracelets Face this You can't erase this Escape this Break this Take this Cook or bake this I get so loose On beats that I produce Niggas be fronting crazy hard and got no juice They're softer than paper plates The lyrics I make is great A few sheets of loose leaf And an eraser mate Is all I need to write rhymes that are extra fly Mics I wreck and fry Rappers I petrify Pack a four fifth with eight shots With one you get popped And now your locked in a box Dead with no props I'm not joking. There's no time for snapping Niggas that be yapping I'm putting caps in So base up and sprayed up From the waist up You'll be found face up Cops can't trace up Fingerprints. Why? Because I leave no evidence Big L's the name, 139 is the residence PeaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rock N. Wills Audition[Intro: Big L] Yo one two, one two, go 'head, you can drop it Yeah one two one two, I go by the name of the Big L, ya know what I'm sayin'. Rock this with Rock N. Wills, the hardpack tape, aight it go like this [Verse 1: Big L] Ayyo I got the gift o' gab To lift and grab The mic And recite hype rhymes That'll rip and rag And drag A fag MC Who likes to nag a lot And brag a lot Talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot Step to this and get lit like a candle troop Rhymes I hook up, MCs I cook up Like Campbell's Soup I throw rhymes like a quarterback Front and you'll get bust and dust and crushed Bum rushed and all o' that Rhymes never sound wack Cause I got 'em down pat Your rulin' time is over So gimme your crown jack I get hype fast And MCs might last A minute with me Because their rhymes are light as A feather And mines are heavy like a big brick Rappers catch a fit quick When I start to kick shit And I record my battles on a camcorder So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter MCs that tried to get wit' me hops That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box The crown is still mine cause I kick ill rhymes A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time Or beat eggs or whip cream I'm smoother than Vaseline And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool Cause I'm the principal of the new school Alright check this out, another joint like this… [Verse 2: Big L] Yeah, aight, check it out… I control the microphone like a robot My lyrics are so hot, props I got a whole lot Cause wit' a pen and some paper this man makes Rhymes that're so damn great, with flavor like pancakes I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball I'm rough like a brick wall, MCs take a big fall For tryin' to get with this, I'm too swift with this A microphone murderer full with magnificence A def rapper and also a swell one In a battle I cook MCs well done My hits are consecutive I'm a lyrical executive Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live So to be safe on the microphone homes Recite your own poems or get your dome flown Or put in a boot camp, L is the new champ I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp I'm throwin' rhymes like a pitcher throws a, curve ball And I'm a serve all punks that try to brawl So stop sleepin' on me, don't even doze hops Or I'm a heat you up and eat you up like Stove Top Stuffin', I'm bum rushin', shorts I'm takin' none My rhymes weigh a ton, I'm not fakin' son You're the one who's fakin', tryin' to be a duplicate Can't kick stupid shit, tell you the truth, you should quit Rappin', start snappin', cause all you is a joke Battle L and get smoked Yo I overthrow ya and have ya screamin' like a rollercoaster Guzzle you down like a small cup o' Coca-Cola I'm goin' through MCs like a ransack Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak Your rhymes are rusty g, you can't fuck with me That's why you're hidin' in protective custody L's not the one and I keep MCs runnin' I hurt 'em like bunions, make 'em cry like onions I'm a lyrical fighter and I'm brighter than Einstein Try to bite my lines and you'll get a size nine Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook Hit with a vital hook and get your title took [Big L] Yeah, I'm a pass it to my man [Verse 3: Big L] Yo I'm the microphone murderer And I'm known for bustin' mad caps I was in rag tracks with rhymes that backslap 'causin' a nightmare, I don't fight fair Niggas playin' hard rock, hopin' they might scare The B-I-G-L but I'm not to be fucked wit' You're tryin' to take your idol's title? You on some bugged shit I keep the women fiendin' and screamin' for my smooth shit My rhymes are mad thick and yours is thin as a pool stick Fuck it, bust it, I like it rough and rugged Your style is wick wack and played out like nugget Bracelets, face this, you can't erase this, escape this Break this, take this, cause I bake this I get so loose on beats that I produce Niggas be frontin' crazy hard and got no juice They softer than paper plates, the lyrics I make is great A few sheets of loose leaf and a Erasermate Is all I need to write rhymes that are extra fly Mics I wreck and fry, rappers I petrify Pack a fo' fif' with eight shots With one you get popped And now you're locked in a box, dead, with no props I'm not jokin', there's no time for snappin' Niggas that be yappin', I'm puttin' caps in So base up or get sprayed up to the waist up You'll get found faced up, police can't trace up Fingerprints, why? Because I leave no evidence Big L's the name, one three nine is the residence, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Got This[Intro: Big L, Mr Cheeks] [Mr. Cheeks] All right, let's get it on We don't bring nothin' but the phat shit in New York type shit Know what I mean? [Big L] No doubt [George Murdock, as Fatman from The Mack] I've told you before... you're too big! You're getting too big! The word has come down, it's not healthy to get too big! [Big L] Yeah! Flamboyant Entertainment [Mr. Cheeks] Bringin' nothin' but the street themes [Big L] One-three-nine Don't get it twisted, the hood come first [Mr. Cheeks] Ayyo Big L, come on [Verse 1: Big L] Check it! My whole clique's theavin' We roam the streets, cause it's stick season This ain't the time to have your wrist freezin' I might put the big gat to your six-pack Click-clack, let me get that Make it quick black, skip the chit-chat I'm takin' it all, I'm not leavin' a cent Want everything out your pockets coward, even the lint You better not budge when I point the semi at you What's that, a carat in your ear? Then give me that, too! I'm like Death, you never know when I might pop up In your hood and let the Glock buck and shoot your block up Go ahead, call the cops, and I'll tear the cops up Cause I don't give a hot fuck if I get locked up Ya'll know nothin' about L, so don't doubt L What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L? That's like jewels without ice, that's like China without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ, or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The village without dykes or hockey games without fights I never hesitate to buck my gun One-three-nine, ya'll know where the fuck I'm from [Hook: Mr. Cheeks] Ayyo, hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY Me and my men high Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this Hittin' niggas with the remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY Me and my men high Count the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this [Verse 2: Big L] Yo, I'ma real wolf That's why you always see my face in the hood Others is phony, so they ain't safe in the hood I'm from where the real hustlers pile dough The home of rich Rich Porter, AZ, Alpo Where they shoot dice and puff wild dro and talk fly Throwin' game at every chickenhead bitch that walk by That's how we live, everyday, all day From one-one-o' to one-five-five, from first Ave. to Broadway Harlem's soft? That's what they all say Until they get murdered in broad day in a project hallway You get cash, you get it your way I get mines the fast and sure way: ski-mask and four-four way Take some wolf to your crib and kick down your doorway Go to the Hill, stick a aww yay for a brick of raw weigh I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him Niggas don't want it with L, they be like: Anybody but him! [Hook: Mr. Cheeks] Ayyo, hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY Me and my men high Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this Hittin’ niggas with the remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY Me and my men high Count the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this [Outro: Big L, Mr. Cheeks] [Mr. Cheeks] We got this shit on lock You know me, I be up on Big L's block [Big L] One-three-to-the-nine, kid [Mr. Cheeks] We be hangin' with my niggas Every day I want the ex-po Yo, do a show Uptown, Boogie Down [Big L] Comin' straight from the streets [Mr. Cheeks] Back to Queens, be the same routines [Big L] Corleone and Mr. Cheeks [Mr. Cheeks] Hold the fort These niggas thought We ain't comin'? [Big L] Yeah, Flamboyant [Mr. Cheeks] Representin' the Boogie Down Man, tell me somethin' [Big L] Yeah, Flamboyant [Mr. Cheeks] We be comin' through What you see? What! [Big L] Uh, Flamboyant, ya'll [Mr. Cheeks] Somethin' in the rear? Yo we up in here! [Big L] Yeah, uhh, no doubt! Ha-ha!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back Up Off Me (Original)[Verse 1: N.O.T.S] Don't cross that line keep it in ya boundaries You frucker I'm like Bounty the quick to pick her up her A bottle full of liquor that shit I can't get enough of Don't let it happen again I understand much love Next time Mark Ferman won't even find my gloves Now you know better don't even wanna hold the grudge Was it worth it? You found out too late I was the wrong person Who ate while everybody was snatchin purses You bait, cause every time I see you you nervous You defeated your purpose now you seeing its worthless I gotta aks myself what the fruck I was doin' And I gotta aks myself who the fruck you was screwin' I'm ready for anything, off the top of the head I say anything, and I'mma get mines any means I'm in the cream I'm in the weed I'm in the position to take over I know y'all cowards will leave And if I get cut I know y'all cowards will bleed Every second every minute every hour it's cheese A bloody mess that's what I'mma leave what you expect? The hungriest has gotta eat, and that's N-O-T-S Complimentary ain't nothin for free a lot of men worry Baggy jeans NOTS search tensery My nigga L told me that a lot of men bury And when we go to court we not on trial we jury [Hook x2: N.O.T.S. Click] Back up off me baby let me see where it is A one way ticket to nowhere with nothing to blow here I want it all nigga from the chain to the money If it's something here that you want Then it's something here to die for [Verse 2: Big L] Put the mic down and fight now That's up to you, I got no love for you or that counterfeit clown you with I might let this this four pound spit and leave your crown split Fuck you and fuck who you down with Yo, I clap at you then clap at you gang with accurate aim Blow off more than half of your brain for actin insane You whack in this game I can see me now macking ya dame Snappin' ya pockets and snatchin' ya chains Shit I roll with cats that will attack in the rain Be in the Benz or in the back of the train Or the city bus, crones be hideous no-one I really trust They call me Willie Hudge the way I mack these silly sluts And right now I'm on top of the world So when you see me comin through put a lock on ya girl What [Hook x2] [Verse 3: ?Leg?] Everything is clear, I can see now, no longer seem now Together we explode is lethal, we get stronger than re-clouds And it's allergic I think I send niggas to turgis We round up when it's urgin, four pound up and lurkin' Big your whole town up in hearses And it'll stay with you for like a thousand curses All I want is more cream all I want is more weed All I want is your cheese so we can throw the hands Or we can show the cans but you still no man I fear no man there's no chance Just be ready for that last slow dance Many come many run many gun But there's no warrant to city run Under the city son I pity none And I still knock down these hoes until I'm 51 Mom said: Leg you don't care about anyone And on the scale of 1 to 10 she gave prrrt cause I'm a shitty son [Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Don’t Understand It (Demo Version)[Big L] There are too many MCs who are overrated You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is So give it up, become an actor or a actress Or a producer, ‘cause you fail to use the Microphone right, so take flight before I bruise ya For sayin’ them bull crap whack raps on wax You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract I'm serious as cancer, I'm not playin’ games I should get foul and buckwild and start sayin’ names But deep down inside You know who you are Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar And that really gets on my nerve When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve Goin’ platinum and don't have no soul Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold I don't like the way it's goin’ down Because it should be the other way around I don't understand it MCs, what's goin on? I can't understand, man, how rappers col’ transform One minute you're hardcore and raw And that's what you was known for, but not No more You changed and rearranged You're not the same, your raps are plain And that explains why you lost your fame Used to be on top, but you fell like rain drops You turned pop, now you no longer gain props Who fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black Used to make dope tracks, jack, but now you're stone whack So MCs, don't ever step out your range Remain the same and only change with the time Unless you get dropped like a dime Yo, go for yours like I'm goin for mine But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dapper, stay dapper And never try To look or even sound like another rapper Just fulfill your own needs Some rappers wore gold chains but now they're wearin' beads? I don't understand it On the lyrical side, this is how it should be done I'm not the one, my raps are stronger than rum But some, MCs grab the mic and sound dumb Plus slum, how come? Rap skills, they have none And I wonder how the hell they get record sales They raps are stale and frail And forced like fairy tales Your technique and everything you speak is weak Got a little airplay because of your beats Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, jack Step to this and get ran over like train tracks Your raps are poor and whack and you went on tour with that Crap, don't understand it, ‘cause rhyme skills you lack I got more soul than Nike Airs, givin’ MCs nightmares Rappers be frontin’ hard and rhymes they don't write theirs But they still call themselves MCs? Please, how could that be? I don't understand itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put It On (97' Live at the Subterranea in London)[Intro: Big L, O.C.] Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeah, yeah! Now everybody bounce, come on bounce! Everybody bounce, come on bounce! Everybody bounce, come on bounce! Come on, bounce! Check it out Now pump your fist! Pump your fist like this! C'mon! Pump your fist! Pump your fist like this! C'mon! C'mon! Pump your fist! Pump your fist like this! Check it out! [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, you better flee hops Or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks Every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some niggas 'd still be virgins if crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go boom boom, and yo' guns go pow pow I'm known to have a hotty open, I keep the shotty smokin' Front and get half the bones in your body broken When it comes to gettin' nookie, not a rookie Got girls that make that bitch Toni Braxton look like Whoopi I run with sturdy cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks Got thirty five bodies nigga, don't make it thirty six Step to this you're good as gone, everybody in the house Come along, sing it on, come on! [Hook: Kid Capri, Big L, O.C.] So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on and on and on C'mon put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, represent, put it on c'mon! [Verse 2: Big L] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth Known to gas a hotty, blast a shotty Got more cash than Gotti You don't know? You better ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz; known to hit skins / Get ends and commit sins with sick friends Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shows, wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn / Everybody in the house sing along, come on! [Hook: Kid Capri, Big L, O.C.] Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on Represent and put it on, c'mon put it on… [Adlib: Big L] One more time, throw your hands up Uh, throw your hands up, everybody Change the verse, check it out [Verse 3: Big L] I keep the Teflon vest on, tattoo on my left arm L the next don, wild like a ex-con My life revolve around stars and hoes Ridiculous icy jewels, crazy cars and clothes Don't forget phat houses I love the way this track bounces Word, L fuck with kis, you fuck with half ounces I want money like Trump got I'm too lazy to work and never had a jump shot So I got bricks from José, I sip rozay This dick is not free anymore, I make them hoes pay Bitches love us, cause we stay laced When we rock, you should see they face I motivate crowds like DJ Ace / And I push a six with VA plates Runnin' shit like a relay race [Hook: Kid Capri] So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Big L, you gotta put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on and on [Adlib: Big L] A'yo, we came straight from NYC All the way across seas for y'all Sore throat and everything And we still gon' put it on [Shout Outs: Big L, (Kid Capri)] A'yo Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on.) My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on.) My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on.) My man O.C (yeah they be puttin' it on and on.) My Man Ogee (he be puttin' it on.) My man Mr Dave (yeah they be puttin' it on and on.) All my peoples in London (yeah I be puttin' it on.) Of course Big L (yeah we be puttin' it on and on…) [Outro: Big L] And I'm out…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Got This [Alternative Lyrics][Verse 1: Big L] I'm comin through ya'll, with the Glock buckin' Your whole block duckin' Every bitch that I'm fuckin' with now is cock suckin' It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin' Ya'll niggas is faggots like Rock Hudson And Boy George I destroy frauds with one verse Nigga, we can knuckle up or we can let the guns burst L is the type to murder your sons first To get my point across Since ya'll wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, ya'll might as well join the force Where I'm from, believe me, snitches get killed Niggas be hustlin' daily, tryin' to fuck more bitches than Wilt Takin' pictures in silk, gator'd up Passport dated up, hair braided up I fucked your bitch, but I ain't rape the slut, she gave it up I'm runnin' wit' Cheeks, he runnin wit' me We runnin' together We get drunk and blunted together, but don't front The guns is under the leather Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel Steppin' to Corle, you betta be real Cause none of my niggas be lettin' me chill My crew be deliverin' hot lead, when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I been killin' up shit at rap events It's like as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell I'm rugged as hell, brothas can tell That none of you niggas is fuckin' wit' L When I'm that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time my parent's haven't met yet [Hook: Mr. Cheeks] Hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY Me and my men high Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this Hittin' niggas with the remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY [Verse 2: Big L] Yo, where I'm from, dudes get sliced Cause crews is trife And you might loose your life for your jewels and ice I'ma slide to the 'tely and abuse your wife If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice I give young fools advice about the rules of heist When I rock gators, hoes be like "Them shoes is nice!" Dimes I'm willin' to hit, I stay drillin' a chick They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome Cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone I'll blast the TEC at your dome and leave you restin' alone Go home and puff a fat bag of ses' 'til I'm gone You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event When his album ain't even last long, it came and went I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him Niggas don't want it wit' L They be like "Anybody but him!" [Hook] [Outro] We got this shit on lock You know me, I be up on Big L's block One-three-to the nine, kid We be hangin with my niggas Every day I want the ex-po Yo, do a show Uptown, Boogie Down Back to Queens, be the same roEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy EZ Elpee Uptown Freestyle[Intro: Big L] Awww, yeah! Yo, check it out. On the M-I-C, right about now is the B-I-G, period, capital L in effect! Word And on the wheels o' steels, it's no other than, the EZ Elpee. Word I wann' give a shout out to the whole one three nine crew Herb McGruff, he's in the house, word up Who else, who else? Lemme see... My man Antwon, he's in the house. Word up Ayo, I can't forget D-Wiz, he's in the house. Word up Who else? Ayo, uh, Tommy Rine, he's in the house, everybody in the house But check it out, it go like this... [Verse: Big L] Yo it's the L and you can tell by my style and my light voice You dig that I'm the youngest in charge, that's the right choice I'm a MC that should be left alone, I'm bad to the bone Flippin' and whippin' a rip and own the microphone And taking me out, you know that's dead Cause I got the rap biz sewed up like thread In the rap game, I'm numero uno Far from little, I'm bigger than a sumo And rappers that pop shit, the Big L drop quick I'm breaking niggas in half like a chopstick Don't ever step to this, "Why, L?" Cause I'm the foul type Throw up your hands and get floored with a wild right I'm getting rid of emcees without a tussle, I don't hustle And still pull bitches like a muscle I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well writ You sayin' L's this and L's that, get off L's dick I'm the toughest and roughest in the industry Over the years my rap skills improved tremendously Rhymes I recite, on the mic Take flight, like a gear bike Me get tooken out? Yeah right Duck emcees at the mouth, they be poppin off Talkin' about steppin' to the L, they need to knock it off And slow the fuck down, before they get bucked down I'm rolling with my strong crew, straight outta Uptown When I'm in a rappin' mood, I grab the mic and get rude Me gettin' booed? What the fuck, is you food? You must be, or you're just plain dusty Smoking PCP now you think you can crush me But you'll get slayed, and get played, like ping pong And I'll stomp that ass out flat, like i was King Kong Rappers I ran past, but still many men ask Cause I be gettin' loose, like a ho in a dance class Raps are deadly and dangerous plus raw Some rappers get props, but the L gets much more Your rhymes are lightweight, mine's a heavy set You're try'na get ill, you better chill cause you ain't ready yet In rap battles I make rappers say "I quit" I drop metaphors, punchlines, all that fly shit My heads you couldn't fly, diss me, you wouldn't try I boast and brag a lot, but why shouldn't I? Rappers that be basin, I'm wastin', without hesitation Lyrics are so ill I had to put 'em on medication Brothers be amazed, for days The way L flow Can other emcees fuck around? Hell no Rhymes are extra ill, come on and test the skills And you'll be the next fool who I'm next to kill Believe me Chief, you don't want no trouble son Try to call my bluff and you'll be calling nine double one Emcees that act rude get chewed like Chattanooga Quote what I wrote and get smoked like a bag of buddha I never wear saggin' clothes, L be baggin' hoes Bo Knows that I flows, and I'm draggin' those Emcees that try to compete Stop bein' cheap and spend ya papes and buy this dope ass tape [Outro: Big L] It's like that y'all and ya don't stop The Big L gonna make your body rock Peace, I'm out. Word up Yeah. Word up, I'm comin' out soon You can catch me on a Lord Finesse twelve inch, on the flipside. You know what I'm sayin'? Return of the Funkyman album, droppin', it's gonn' be hot. You know what time it isEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Return Of The Devil’s Son (Freestyle)[Intro: Big L, Nas, Both] Throw that shit on, ooh-ooh When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (Uh, uh) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (Uh, uh) I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns (Yeah, yeah) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (Yeah uh, uh, uh) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (Check it out now, and check it out now) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (And turn the mic up) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (Yo, ooh-ooh) I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns Wait, rewind it back I like how that went down Rewind that shit one more time, fuck that, let's go, one more time When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns (Uh) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (Uh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (Uh) When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (I'll explain the story, check it out) I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns [Verse: Big L & Nas] Ayo, 5/3-0/7-4 A little bro was born with the mind of a psycho They first knew I was a crazy nigga When my mother came home and found out I killed the Baby-sitter I did more crime in due time Started my life of crime About nine going out for mine I made every little kid from my hood run I was just like that little bastard from The Good Son And my mind was past bummed Dropped the blow-dryer in the water while my moms was in the Bathtub Then I just saluted as she electrocuted They got booted, 'cause that's another I executed I was a child runnin' wild like a goose chase Punish my dad, I put poison in his toothpaste Then I pick my aunt or sister up, gave her a quick spank Then dropped the little bitch in a fish tank I invited company, murdered the four guests Put a cap in each whore chest and ate their raw flesh I tell the truth I ain't lyin' man (When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus) And right now I got my cousin Brian' hand in a fryin' pan (When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus) YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Accapella 1 (Platinum Plus)[Big L] I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke ho You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough I smoke dro mixed with cocoa, strong as Bolo I pack a fo'-fo', platinum Ro'-Ro' Anti-homo, that's a no-no, so fuck po'-po' I push the 740 and not the Volvo C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch or I'm dolo Chips from here to Acapulco While y'all buck for legs, I buck for heads I even buck celebs, nigga, fuck the fedsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’97 Live In London FreestyleWe gonn' build like construction Real hot production No playa hatin' Just congratulatin' Open your eyes It's no surprise Word up Harlem World is on the rise My phone number's anonymous I get stacks and chickenheads can't get a dime of this Front on me you must go I just flow Puff 'dro It's all about the gusto L lust dough All you playa hatas stand up Ya'll just blow I stay freakin' off with a handcuffed ho If niggas wanna know Do L rock raw? Do a pimp got whores? Do Big L got balls? I'm in charge of all I just threw a party at the Taj Mahal Cause The Mirage was small Split heads like the Red Sea Peep the Craig G Chicks be on me like the feds be And I never pay to sex, B You can handle L? Let's see I'm a bust in your mouth, fill up your grill like Gillespie This chick Desti Looks sexy in the Lex-y Half black, half Mexi' Complexion Nestle Thighs gigantic Big enough to make a guy panic A few drinks and she go down like the Titanic Aight?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Roc Raida Mixtape[Big L] You never know what my peeps might do To creeps like you, cause when we roll we be deep like Wu And I'm fast to grab a mic and drop a quick 16 On the real my shit is hotter then that bitch Christene My click gets cream, heavy from New York to Spain Talk with slang, pimp cats who walk with cains Clown niggas you ain't got a chance at all Cause Big L, Corleone is to advanced for y'all And I be makin' major moves all across the world So please don't be upset if I toss your girl Eh yo I meet a chick, I give her sex then I leave her So much ice on my chain, it's like my necks in a freezer What, Flamboyant .. for lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Accapella 2 (Fall Back)Ayo, I heard your single, you better make a whole new song If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong Clown niggas, you ain't got a chance at all Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all I make moves and boss all across the world So don't be upset if I toss your girl I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low Bitches sweat me wherever I go I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets Throwin' the dice and takin' all side bets Never bummy; sip rummy, get money When I hit honey, she felt the dick in her tummy On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who You Slidin’ Wit’ (Buckwild Mix)[Intro: Big L] Yo what's the deal, miss? I'm sayin', let me know somethin' right now I mean, we've been dancin' all night I been buyin' you drinks all night and shit You goin' home wit a nigga or what? Tell me somethin' [Hook: Big L] Uhh! What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well [Verse 1: Big L] Hen', Rock an' Alize, I get drunk off What up miss? Get wit a real man and cut that punk off Everythin' gonna be all right I been watchin' you watch me all night I asked honey her name, and she told me: Celeste She had big breasts, honey had me harder than a Spanish test We on the dance floor, gettin' our boogie on I see the hatas watchin' me wit they hoodies on Tryin' to peep the ice under the sleeve, I'm like: It's time to breeze Told honey: Let's leave Took her to M&G's, got some eggs & cheese Grits, fish cakes, and orange juice, freshly squeezed When she finished her meal, I said: What's the deal? For real, you goin' home, or you tryin' to chill? She got close, whispered somethin' slow in my ear And it ain't hard to tell where we goin' from here Yeah! [Hook: Big L] Uhh! What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well [Verse 2: Big L] If your game rusty, around your dame never trust me Cause soon as you blink I'ma slide her off and bust three And I only lay pipe to dimes A lotta niggas I know are takin' care of kids that might be mine I love to go low, I'm freaky like that I never get caught creepin' cause I'm sneaky like that Uhh! It ain't my fault your girl be ho hoppin' And matter fact, the last time you gave her loot to go shoppin' Honey picked me up some dope shirts It's because of me why she's walkin' crooked and her throat hurts I hate to wait cause I'm not on a patient tip Just hit me off, we don't need a relationship And when you mention my name, it ring a bell Ask any female, nobody do it like L I met this chick Rhonda, who pushed the black Honda Took her to the crib and bombed her with this big brown anaconda [Hook: Big L] Uhh! What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well [Verse 3: Big L] Ayo I'm ready to get my flirt on Want honey wit' the skirt on She got knees that I would love to put some dirt on I feel ya I can't wait to get familiar Leave wit' me, will ya? Tell me what's the deal, huh? “I'm hidin' wit'chu, I'm slidin' wit'chu I ain't catchin' a train, so I'm ridin' wit'chu Just make the first move and I'ma follow ya lead I can't wait to break you off some and swallow your seed And I'm not jokin', Corleone you got me open Whenever you around, I can't quit scopin' And you the type of cat that have a bitch loc'in' Heart broken Stressed out and smokin' I can't front Playboy, you be rammin' it right Even though I got a husband, you my man for the night I've been watchin' you Got the hots for you Yo, I'll fuck around and leave my baby pops for you 'cause I, love the way that you crash these walls All you need is me, fuck these other nasty whores And uh, whenever you want it, this ass is yours You can slam dunk this pussy like basketballs.” (I hear dat...) [Hook: Big L] Uhh! What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well What up miss, who you hidin' wit? Who you slidin' wit? Who you ridin' wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well [Outro: Big L] Uhh.. Flamboyant Entertainment NFL.. one-three-nine, Lenox Ave Harlem shit, uhh That's how we do, yeah..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ebonics RemixYo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down [Verse 1: Big L] Check it, my weed smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is flicks Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops And if you got rubbed, you got stuck You got shot, you got bucked And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it [Hook] {X2} "Speak with criminal slang" -Nas That's just the way that I talk, yo "Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas Remix Rex dawg, uh [Verse 2: T-Rex] Check it Your bank account is your funds A bunch of singles is ones Pussy is buns, toaks is your gun Your smoke box is your lungs and your doge is your son Spitting is rhyming, the bing is the island Bling bling is diamonds Stumped out is wylin' Acting silly is childish Beef is busting your man Masterbations fucking your hand The plot is a gun and a plan Relationship is a one-night stand Snitching is singing Fighting is banging, chilling is hanging My evil maintain it, from one crew to the next they're muturating The double is Satan, bleeding is payin' If you fly then you're stakin', a hoopties a Lincoln If you frontin' you faking, cops is bacon Pussy is drinking, cock-blocking is hating You can't forget if you fall then you're fainting OBT is the duds, DT's is cops Rest in peace TO Big L, man your soul never rot OGT [Hook] {X2} [Verse 3: Big L] The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly A deuce is a honey that's ugly If your girl is fine, she's a dime A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine If you in love, that mean you blind Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill A very hard, long stare is a grill If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin' Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin' Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly To guerrilla mean to use physical force You took a L, you took a loss To show off mean floss, uh I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it [Hook] {X3}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keep It Ghetto (Freestyle)[Intro: Big L] Big L, Harlem's finest Yeah, the nigga who hold it down for uptown Who gets down for the count To drop something [Verse: Big L] I keep a stash full of cash, puffing grass with a dash of some hash Jeans be sagging off half of my ass I keep it ghetto, still, I’m a fly fellow I love the cuties, no matter if they dark-skin or high yellow My iceberg sweaters and leathers are raw I'm getting cheddar galore like never before I can pull a dime quicker than Dillinger can pull a heist I rock the blue face presidential for the ice Me and my crew is sick like the flu So what you gon' do, boo, when we come for you, huh? It ain’t no calling time out once I climb out the garbage can Get two nines out, and blow your spine out [Chorus: Nas, Freeway, & 50 Cent] How could you call yourself MC? If you from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned How could you call yourself MC? Bitches from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned [Verse 2: Big L] Ayo, my whole entourage is large from here to Vegas Imitators hate us 'cause we sport gators and flavors Put snitches in boxes, coppers and federals watch us They tried everything in this world to lock us but can't stop us I'm known for rockin’ tours, picture me moppin’ floors Only fuck with ki's and not the kind that be lockin’ doors What I recite be takin' hours to write So if you bite, just tell your man what kind of flowers you like I be that buck wild, foul criminal who make the women smile It's time to drop something new, it's been a while And L is that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck I’m so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet [Chorus: Nas, Freeway, & 50 Cent] How could you call yourself MC? If you from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned How could you call yourself MC? Bitches from the hood, I know you feel me How could you call yourself MC? I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned [Outro: Big L] Word up, man, nowadays these cats don't be representing the microphone like they supposed to, word up, so we gotta take it back Only real niggas with skills should get deals, word up, one love to the whole Harlem clique Herb McGruff, Mase Murda, C.O.C., Killa Cam, Bloodshed You know how we do, Ron G, make it happenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In The GameIt's Flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all Me and my man was cruisin' through the streets And everything was flowin' nice the corner's crowded Niggas must be rollin' dice I parked the ride So my nigga Iroc can crash the lye spot and I'ma gamble Until he come back, why not? Click-clack, cock the gat back Gotta be strapped the game was mad packed Mad cats pockets was fat They playin' cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough I bets nothin' less than a G yo, you know my steelo First I was losin' then I started throwin' head crack After head crack, got my bread back, jumped in my red Ac' I'm waitin' for my nigga to come out of the spot I see niggas startin' to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally he walked out, told him, "Hop the fuck in" On my face he saw the grin and said, "How much did you win?" I estimated about, 45 maybe 50 G's My man was hungry so I dropped him off at Mickey D's Now I'm alone, headin' home to rest my dome Spotted some niggas trailin' so I picked up the phone Called Bones, I said, "Yo son, I'm on the run need your help Before I get done meet me downstairs, bring your big gun" I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it 'Cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked and then he hung up And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what? I'm cruisin' fast and they still behind me The same nigga who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey It's about to get, real hasty grabbed the steel, took it off safety 'Cause I refuse to let these niggas waste me I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash I was injured too, leakin' with a deep gash I ain't panicked, I was quite calm Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat Looked at him, shook my head then started buckin' my heat It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep I think I'm dyin', I'm feelin' weak out on my feet But before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first To one-forty-first and Bradhurst That's where Bones live, walked in the buildin', staggerin' Lookin' tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down From the look in my eye, he knew he would die Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, "Why?" Then he offered me, all of his cheese Then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out Into the streets covered with blood, about to pass out The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but Damn, here comes a couple of cops, I pulled out And started blowin' they started blowin' back I'm goin' all out I ain't holdin' back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin' back I kept shootin', one shot caught a cop dead in his top The other pig ducked behind a big truck I was bleedin' real bad, and couldn't stop it But still had the fifty thou' profit in my pockets The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near Seen kids playin' everywhere then threw the cash in the air I watched all of them, run for they share and all I can do was stare I got weak and fell on my rear now I can hear the sirens That means here comes the Jakes but it's too late I'm knockin' on the pearly gates Yeah, casualties of a dice game Never gamble with snakes Let that be a lesson to ya Yeah, it's Corleone y'all Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah Big L, Big L, yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Niggaz - Doo WopI'm comin through y'all, with the Glock buckin Ya whole block duckin Every bitch that I'm fuckin with now is cock suckin It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin Ya niggas is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George I destroy broads with one verse Nigga we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burst L is the type, to murder your son first, to get my point across Since y'all wanna chit or chat with the powers Y'all might as well join The Force Where I'm from believe me, snitches get killed Niggas be hustlin daily tryna fuck more bitches than Wilt Takin pitchers in silk, gayed it up Passport: dated up, hair braided up I fucked ya bitch but I ain't rape the slut she gave it up I runnin with Wop, you runnin wit me, we runnin together We get drunk and blunted together But don't front, the guns is under the leather Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel Steppin to Corle' you better be real Cuz none of my niggas be lettin me chill My crew be deliverin hot lead When gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I be killin up shit in rap events It's like, soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin the people yell I'm rugged as hell Brothers can tell, that none of y'all niggas is fuckin with L When I'm that nigga ya ex-pect, to catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yetEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’98 DOMSTR Germany Freestyle[Big L] Check it out It be Big L, I get hyper I be the fresh rhyme writer Peace to my man, DJ Schneider And I got to say what's up to Mike, he Funky Fresh Big L, quick to lay a punk to rest I'm going off the top of the head, so if I fuck up, so what? Big L, I'll put a hole in you the size of a donut I go nut, on a ball court Play all sports It's Big L, I live swell Rhyme well Check it out, I roll with D.I.T.C You can believe me Chilling with the crew, it ain't easy I'm in Germany I'm quick to earn a G It ain't a rapper alive that's burning me I'm fucking up but I want you to keep it I don't do this shit often Put crab MCs in the coffin I'm rhyming off this, ill shit that I'm rhyming to It's the Big L and um, I've been dying to Freestyle, off the top of the head Put the Glock to your head Squeeze off, pop-pop-pop and you're dead I'm in Germany, kicking this shit right here Check it out, I be the best, I swear It's B-I, G-L, know I live swell Ah, Casey, come in, fuck yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dj Chill Will FreestyleI’m standing strong with my squad behind me Whoever wanna see me, come to Harlem; it ain’t hard to find me You might catch me on Lenox Ave, hopping in a Hummer Look out for the new smash, dropping in the summer Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd I’m a never be broke Ya'll hoes see me on Soul Train, iced out gold chain To hell with a piece of the pie, I want the whole thang Rap I got sewn, front, get your spot blown Punk, don’t be mad at me cause you not known And right now I’m on top of the world So when you see me coming through, put a lock on your girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Platinum Plus (Original Riverside Mix)*Scratch* Champion Sound... *Scratch* Champion Sound... *Scratch* Champion Sound... [Verse 1: C-Town] I be that Harlem World party pleaser You might catch me on one-three-nine sippin' a Bacardi Breezer That's where I rest at, killin' tracks is what I'm best at Jealousy? I expect that, I don't stress that I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on Treat her nice, take her out, and trick some cream on TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on It ain't all about me, I'm tryin' to put my team on 'Casue it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on You think you can do it like this? Dream on I'ma chrome my rims and ice my chain Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame [Hook: Big L] Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us [Verse 2: Big L] Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, son I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin' my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin', trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin' You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin' I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best And I stopped hangin' around y'all, cause niggas like you Be prayin' on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin' I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader what? Nobody Followed you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you [Hook: Big L] Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us [Verse 3: C-Town] I stay sweatin' out a bitch perm I love it when the girl ass is fat, and they tits firm I take all the dough my chicks earn I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn A hoodlum like Fishburne Act illy, get smacked silly with the Mac milli' You see me on MTV and Rap City Keep frontin' I'ma step out, mask on with the TEC out Squeeze shots and make you check out [Verse 4: Big L] And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, I got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head While I'm tourin' countries, you on the block poutin' I done fucked so many hoes, after two-thou' I stopped countin' [Hook: Big L] Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us Ayyo, gats we bust, backs we crush Only hot tracks we lust, crazy stacks we clutch We need plaques to touch, that say platinum plus Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now is wack to us *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)... *Scratch* (The number one)...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ’92 Rock N. Wills Audition (Hardpack Tape Freestyle Live on 125th)[Intro: Big L] Yo one two, one two, go 'head, you can drop it Yeah one two one two, I go by the name of the Big L, ya know what I'm sayin'. Rock this with Rock N. Wills, the hardpack tape, aight it go like this [Verse 1: Big L] Ayyo I got the gift o' gab To lift and grab The mic And recite hype rhymes That'll rip and rag And drag A fag MC Who likes to nag a lot And brag a lot Talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot Step to this and get lit like a candle troop Rhymes I hook up, MCs I cook up Like Campbell's Soup I throw rhymes like a quarterback Front and you'll get bust and dust and crushed Bum rushed and all o' that Rhymes never sound wack Cause I got 'em down pat Your rulin' time is over So gimme your crown jack I get hype fast And MCs might last A minute with me Because their rhymes are light as A feather And mines are heavy like a big brick Rappers catch a fit quick When I start to kick shit And I record my battles on a camcorder So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter MCs that tried to get wit' me hops That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box The crown is still mine cause I kick ill rhymes A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time Or beat eggs or whip cream I'm smoother than Vaseline And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool Cause I'm the principal of the new school Alright check this out, another joint like this… [Verse 2: Big L] Yeah, aight, check it out… I control the microphone like a robot My lyrics are so hot, props I got a whole lot Cause wit' a pen and some paper this man makes Rhymes that're so damn great, with flavor like pancakes I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball I'm rough like a brick wall, MCs take a big fall For tryin' to get with this, I'm too swift with this A microphone murderer full with magnificence A def rapper and also a swell one In a battle I cook MCs well done My hits are consecutive I'm a lyrical executive Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live So to be safe on the microphone homes Recite your own poems or get your dome flown Or put in a boot camp, L is the new champ I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp I'm throwin' rhymes like a pitcher throws a, curve ball And I'm a serve all punks that try to brawl So stop sleepin' on me, don't even doze hops Or I'm a heat you up and eat you up like Stove Top Stuffin', I'm bum rushin', shorts I'm takin' none My rhymes weigh a ton, I'm not fakin' son You're the one who's fakin', tryin' to be a duplicate Can't kick stupid shit, tell you the truth, you should quit Rappin', start snappin', cause all you is a joke Battle L and get smoked Yo I overthrow ya and have ya screamin' like a rollercoaster Guzzle you down like a small cup o' Coca-Cola I'm goin' through MCs like a ransack Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak Your rhymes are rusty g, you can't fuck with me That's why you're hidin' in protective custody L's not the one and I keep MCs runnin' I hurt 'em like bunions, make 'em cry like onions I'm a lyrical fighter and I'm brighter than Einstein Try to bite my lines and you'll get a size nine Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook Hit with a vital hook and get your title took [Big L] Yeah, I'm a pass it to my man [Lord Finesse] Haha, said he got flavor. Yeah you keep that flowin', enjoy baby, you wanna kick some flavor [Verse 3: Lord Finesse] Now check it out, I'm a get paid for the nineteen nineties I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me The man to peep, far from weak so don't sleep From stage to streets I still go one deep So save that off the wall bullshit, ya get had son Fuck around, grab the mic and catch a bad one I come correct and strapped to bust a ill rap Me take a loss to who? Ya oughta kill that Back up, slack up, give a brother some head room Hype on the mic, amazin' in the bedroom Girls like me cause I'm straight and don't sidestep I do shit Jack LaLanne ain't tried yet Ask any female, bet you she'll say I'm good That's why I'm Finesse, porn star of the neighborhood Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps It's Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat And make way cause I get plenty say And those who don't like me I don't give a shit anyway Cause when it comes to lyrics I always find somethin' That make brothers press the rewind button I'm a get mine, tell me what you're gonna do? Cause ya couldn't see me if ya wanted to Get who you want, shit you could call the cops But for now, I'm gettin' all my props I reign terror, whatever's clever I'm cooler than The Mack and Shaft put together So chill, don't try to get ill dummy Me get stomped by who? Be for real, money I'm not havin' it so go on and get your best group You'll see why they call me Lord Finesse, troop I eat 'em like sandwiches, send 'em home in bandages Gimme that mic, I'll show you what doin' damage is Nice, swift and deeper than quicksand I'm takin' out opponents like a hit man I get the crowd hype like a sorta drug It's Lord Finesse, who the fuck you thought it was? I lounge and chill but still could get ill I'm live and real with skill beyond skill Pull girls like a lasso, keep the crazy cash flow A nigga beat me on the mic? Don't be an asshole I'm indestructible so bring in a substitute What's up with a battle? Yo I can't fuck with you [Lord Finesse] Yo it's like that y'all, it's like that-tha-that it's like that y'all I'm a let my man flip that beat for me Ya don't stop…I'm gonna kick this last rhyme then I'm gonna pass it back to my man Keep it flowin'…Got my man Big L in the house. Lord Finesse, for the hardpack, got my man Will in the house, you know what I'm sayin', my man Wick Wise in the house, Rock out there makin' the money, I don't know where Mo at but she on the slow jam tip you know what I'm sayin', we gonna get this flowin' in a minute…aight check it out…Keep this flowin', ya know what I'm sayin'…Here it is, we gonna check it out like this and ya don't stop, now keep it on 'til the break o' dawn [Verse 4: Lord Finesse] I'm intellectual, gettin' the best of you I eat MCs like the food at a festival Drop science and math; stand tall like a giraffe Completin' the…task, breakin' rappers in half Puttin' suckers out of it, yeah I talk a lot of shit But when it comes to rhymes I deserve a fuckin' scholarship Won't front or perp the role, I get the most of hoes I'm so cool, I've got pussy on remote control Whether you're a virgin or a bad lookin' hot sister I'm baggin' up bitches like a shoplifter So Lord Finesse is not the one to fool I was gettin' sex since they first invented Underoos So set it off, no time to rehearse the rappin' It's Lord Finesse, so prepare for the worst to happen Mics get ripped up, good times get tucked Throw your hands in the air, suckers keep your lips shut Cause ya'll wanna waste time sayin' them fake rhymes Gimme my respect and props or I'm a take mine Cause I ain't nothin' to play with And fuckin' with me ya need more than a first aid kit So it's better that ya chill and max with me I'm sendin' out warnin's quicker than a fax machine I get funky and kick it so let's get wit' it Opponents who think they can hang, y'all can forget it I sit and write rhymes, makin' up hype lines Achievin' shit you couldn't do in a lifetime So don't care me and compare me to those other brothers I'm Lord Finesse and I'm one bad ass muthafucker I'm doin' MCs as ya hire 'em Bustin' they ass and make 'em sign up for retirement Without doubt I'm a brother with all the clout Whoever said I'm wack, what the fuck is they talkin' about? Yeah, you don't stop, so L, my man my brother Tear shit up you bad muthafucker [Verse 5: Big L] Yo I'm the microphone murderer And I'm known for bustin' mad caps I was in rag tracks with rhymes that backslap 'causin' a nightmare, I don't fight fair Niggas playin' hard rock, hopin' they might scare The B-I-G-L but I'm not to be fucked wit' You're tryin' to take your idol's title? You on some bugged shit I keep the women fiendin' and screamin' for my smooth shit My rhymes are mad thick and yours is thin as a pool stick Fuck it, bust it, I like it rough and rugged Your style is wick wack and played out like nugget Bracelets, face this, you can't erase this, escape this Break this, take this, cause I bake this I get so loose on beats that I produce Niggas be frontin' crazy hard and got no juice They softer than paper plates, the lyrics I make is great A few sheets of loose leaf and a Erasermate Is all I need to write rhymes that are extra fly Mics I wreck and fry, rappers I petrify Pack a fo' fif' with eight shots With one you get popped And now you're locked in a box, dead, with no props I'm not jokin', there's no time for snappin' Niggas that be yappin', I'm puttin' caps in So base up or get sprayed up to the waist up You'll get found faced up, police can't trace up Fingerprints, why? Because I leave no evidence Big L's the name, one three nine is the residence, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy MVP (97' Live at the Subterranea in London)[Intro: Big L] Say "M.V.P." Say "M.V.P." Say "M.V.P." Say "M.V.P." Say "Make money money, make money money money" Say "Take money money, take money money money" Check it [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo spark up the Phillies and pass the stout Make it quick money grip or yo’ ass is out In a street brawl, I strike men, quicker than lightnin’ You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then L's a clever threat, lyricist who never sweat Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevro-let Clown rappers I'm bound to slay Sayin’ hi to all the cuties from around the way Yeah, ‘cause I got all of them strung jack My girls are like boomerangs No matter how far I throw ‘em, they come back I'm comin’ straight out the N.Y.C., I'm down with D.I.T.C. and I'm M.V.P [Hook: Big L] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C Ayo if rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Verse 2: Big L] Yo check it, it's a must that I get papes Peace to all the DJs who gave me love on they mixtapes Once again the man's back with a dance track Here's your chance jack to get loose and let your hands clap I got juice like BoKu, mad crews I broke through Niggas be mad ‘cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to And every time I’m jammed I always find a loophole I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol My raps are unbelievable like aliens in flying saucers No more iron horses ‘cause I'm buying Porsches Comin’ straight out the N.Y.C., Peace to the Kid Capri, I'm M.V.P [Hook: Big L] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C I said if rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Adlib: Big L] Now now: Throw ya hands up Uh throw ya hands up C'mon yeah, throw ya hands up... Check it out Ayo, I'm a switch the third verse, check it out... [Verse 3: Big L] I be that key niggy You see jiggy Push a V-Twiggy Large like Free Willy; Me broke? Don't be silly Youse a low life: no hoes, no ice Don't be, mad at me, cause I chose yo' wife With this rap shit I'm so nice Don't co-operate wit' po-lice On my spare time, I like to roll dice Not for petty change, I play for Gs and better You won't be rich as me, if your whole crew put y'all cheese together Cash I got plenty. Microphones? Rock many Everything I touch is in the top twenty Dumb hits, I'm the one that chicks be hawkin' a lot I stay drivin', you never see me walkin' a lot.... [Outro: Big L] It's like that D.I.TC. baby. Uh-huh! Y'all know my man Kid Capri? He did-he did a single with me, it's called Put It On baby, and that's what I came to do... C'mon! C'mon, everybody! C'mon...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ebonics (Premo Mix)Yo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down Check it, my weed smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is flicks Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop And if you got rubbed, you got stuck You got shot, you got bucked And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus(x2): "Speak with criminal slang" -Nas That's just the way that I talk, yo "Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas Yo, yo A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook If you caught a felony, you caught a F If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats Condoms is hats, critters is cracks The food you eat is your grub A victim's a mark A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart Your apartment is your pad Your old man is your dad The studio is the lab and heated is mad I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus(x2) The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly A deuce is a honey that's ugly If your girl is fine, she's a dime A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine If you in love, that mean you blind Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill A very hard, long stare is a grill If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin' Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin' Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly To guerrilla mean to use physical force You took a L, you took a loss To show off mean floss, uh I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus(x2) Yeah, yeah One love to my big brother, Big Lee Holdin' it down Yeah, Flamboyant for life Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch & Bobbito ’93Check it out, this the Big L yknowimsayin Chillin with my man Herb, we gon' drop like this Check it out, check it You better flee Hops, or get your head thrown three blocks L be keepin niggas hearts pumpin like Reeboks It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat Faggots I buck and wet, disrespect and I'ma break ya fuckin neck I'm known to put a cap in a duck face, I spray guns, Fuck Face I'm a nutcase from a rough place, it's called Uptown Front and get bucked down Walk through with jewels on, that ass'll get stuck clown I got styles you can't copy bitch It's the triple six in the mix Straight from H-E double hockey sticks I'm the Devil's Son, like my song said: I smash niggas like cornbread You can't kill me - I was born dead I wet shit up like a floodage Me and me crew peel cats and carry gats like it's luggage I'm nowhere near trash, step to the rear fast 'fore I have ya queer ass cryin like tear gas Every year I gain clout, and my game sprout Some niggas'll be virgins if crack never came out The Big L's hard to kill, when my squad gets ill You better guard your grill, before you gets scarred for real Big L is a large boss Known for puttin more holes in a nigga body than in a golf course I'm crazy quick to knock a duck off I'll pull out then buck off And tear a nigga grill right the fuck off You'll get smoked - like a Phillie fast Cuz ya shit is really trash Fuck around, I swing on ya silly ass It's Big L the crime converter Sayin peace to all the niggas in jail doin time for murder I wreck the mic, plus the whole stage, rockin cornrow braids I'm killin motherfuckers like old age Known to keep a hottie open I keep a shotty smokin Front and get half the bones in ya body broken I never false teach, so listen as the boss preach I only rock leathers by Martin Cannon and North Face I'm makin rap hits, I stab flicks and mack chicks Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch Yo I'm the nigga that they call AWOL Punks - I slay all, on my spare time I play ball In the playgrounds I spray clowns with trey pounds Makin G's from transportin ki's on Greyhounds My shit is kickin like a sensai I'm smoother than Ben Gay ¿Comprende? I'm outtie like M.JEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tim westwood freestyle[Verse 1: Big L] Yo check it My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome You shoulda known not to roam through the Danger Zone In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest I'm sending faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh Big L grew up in the slums with greed, known for drawing guns with speed And selling tons of weed, cause I got sons to feed It's a must that my toast smokes, I'm not like most folks Fuck tens and twenties, I carry ghost notes And it's a must that I commence to slain Any faggot MC who goes against the grain I'mma smoke Pataki ass and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooly I keep a tooly for any muli who act fooly So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'mma send ‘em After I skin ‘em and spit some venom in ‘em I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters Who spark buddhas and fuck thick bitches with large hooters I'm the nigga that be jumping on your stereo So when I walk the streets the bitches be tapping they friends, like there he go! I never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow Try to take mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow Cause I never was the type to start beefs But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats To hell with silly games, I play survival sports Sometimes I be in the crib stressed the fuck out, with suicidal thoughts All my life I been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser School refuser, drug abuser, born loser Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money Now me and the devil is on the same team I'mma hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene I’m better than every rapper that you thought was raw Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore I'm not a coward, so fronting on me, I won't allow it I'm high powered, fucking freak bitches like Adina Howard Front, get your belly torn, I keep a Pelle on I'm fucking with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon Cause on the Ave. I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots You ain't tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots My style is hard like strong lumber, cute chicks get the dick And ugly bitches get the wrong number Genius Annotation 1 Contributor ? Back in the hood, Big L would sell crack and beat people’s asses if they tried him, he was quick to whoop someones ass, no games Propose an edit Upvote +2 Downvote PYONG! Share Reply Suggest an improvement or correction to earn IQEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put In On (Non-Prophets Remix)[Intro] Big L Big L You can't kill me, I was born dead [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers’ hearts pumpin' like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go "BOOM BOOM!" and yo’ guns go "pow pow" I'm known to have a hottie open I keep the shotty smokin' Front, and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi I run with sturdy cliques I'm never hittin' dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty-six Step to this, you’re good as gone Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on [Chorus: Kid Capri] So put it on, Big L, put it on! C’mon, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn! C'mon, put it on, Big L, put it on! C’mon, put it on, represent, put it on, C'MON! [Verse 2: Big L] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty Got more cash than Gotti (You don’t know?) you better ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins And get ends and commit sins with sick friends 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin' competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on [Chorus: Kid Capri] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it onnn, big fella, put it on and on! Put it on, Big L! Put it on, represent! Put it on, c'mon, put it on! [Bridge: Patois Chatta] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke You gwan dead from a me you provoke [Verse 3: Big L] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair Big L is the villain you still fear 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread You can't kill me, I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone [Chorus: Kid Capri] So put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it onnn, big fella put it on and onnn! Big L, you gotta put it on and on! Put it on, Big L put it on ond on! Word up, knahmsayin? My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean? It's the Kid Capri, in full flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this Big L, c'mon! [Outro: Big L (Kid Capri)] Lord Finesse (He be puttin' it on) My man Buckwild (He be puttin' it on and on) My man Fat Joe (He be puttin' it on) Showbiz and A.G. (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on) I can't forget Diamond D (He be puttin' it on) The whole D.I.T.C. (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chill Will FreestyleIntro: Yeah yeah, you got Big L Corleone in the house, you got my little brother C-Town in the house, we about to rip this shit, this goes out to my big brother Big Lee, holdin’ it down in Oneida. Ain’t nothin’ goin’ down in Harlem without your permission [Big L] I’m standin’ strong with my squad behind me Whoever wanna see me, come to Harlem, it ain’t hard to find me You might catch me on Lenox Ave., hoppin’ in a Hummer Look out for the new smash, droppin’ in the summer Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd I’m a never be broke Ya'll hoes see me on Soul Train, iced out gold chain To hell with a piece of the pie, I want the whole thang Rap I got sewn, front, get your spot blown Punk, don’t be mad at me ‘cause you not known And right now I’m on top of the world So when you see me comin’ through, put a lock on your girl Outro: Chill Will, Masterpiece number ten, Big L and C-Town, representin’ Flamboyant Entertainment, Big L, C.E.O., one love to the one and only, legendary, N.F.L. crew, Big Stan, where the fuck you was at nigga, we was Chillin' Willin’...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big L The PhenomenonSicasicaiscaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Holdin’ It Down (Original Version)[Intro: Big L & Pete Rock] Yeah yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment Big L [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks I sex them chicks and send them home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown The other night around 8 P.M Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM Went to the ATM, took a thou' out Then later on I had to wild out In the club, knock some coward and his pal out Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks But I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst I've been off the scene over three years And cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse So all you unsigned cats that want to battle; Get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat That attitude - you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real L is rap's most livest cat I'm gettin stacks while you askin people "Do you want fries with that?" I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced The one police wouldn't dare chase Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal Word up - my money longer than the OJ trial [Hook: Pete Rock (Turntable Scratching)] Harlem world, holdin it down L rhyme great, Nigga Long overdue They want know if you still got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Harlem world, holdin it down ("Big L") L rhyme great, Nigga Long overdue ("Big L, so amazin'!") [Verse 2: Party Arty] Them lil' niggas that be rapping on my block'll diss you If you not official, when i cock the pistol Lick a shot and hit you, spit the ox and rip you, plot to get you Nigga fuck boxing with you Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten And I'm still mad plottin', the big apples mad rotten The rap cocking, I'm that hot and my gat popping I rap with the black stocking cap, over my face Taking over the place, put the toast in your face Open the safe, gimme the money the sculpture and the vase I run with niggas that'll throw a key of coke in your face Niggas'll sign anything when that dough in your face I put two in your asshole, tryna ruin my rap flow I spit like I'm chewing tobacco, we stack dough And pack fo' in the Range Rover Party Arty the flamethrower, game over [Hook: Pete Rock (Turntable Scratching)] Harlem world, holdin it down L rhyme great, Nigga Long overdue ("Big L") They want know if you still got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Harlem world, holdin it down ("Big L") L rhyme great, Nigga Long overdue ("Big L, So amazin'!") [A.G.] Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks These niggas beef then wanna chill? Fuck that These rap niggas with the mills, we deduct that I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at Now where the brews, and the drugs at? Corrupt cats kept slug hats Asked the feds where the bugs at Puff with the dread, cause I puff black High, til I die, and you can trust that All I wanna know - is the club packed? I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little ho And them niggas who owe, give up that Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and Nolte Go 'head and provoke me Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B Still "Diggin", still livin, still givin Y'all the ill written, still fuckin like Bill Clinton [Hook: Pete Rock (Turntable Scratching)] (x2) [Outro: Pete Rock] To my man Big L Big shout to my man Mike Heron No doubt A.G Party No doubtEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Harlem World Universal[Intro: Big L] Check it out now Big L, Corleone Flamboyant Entertainment One love to my big brother Big Lee, holdin it down from the inside right now When you come home it's on Herb McGruff, Universal, Harlem World shit 139 & Lennox shit, "Danger Zone" shit Check it out [Verse 1: Big L] I be twistin' bitches alot, have 'em sit on this cock I wasn't prepared for this I wrote my shit on the spot I be droppin' like early August late July With tracks that will make you cry, hate you die Stop frontin' you got no dough Mighta had but not no mo', you mad 'cause I knocked yo' hoe While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po po My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo On wit my nigga Gruff, these faggot niggas ain't as rich as us I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust Go ahead and let your crew soup you up And the ambulance gon' have to come and scoop you up Fuck what my last sold, my new shit is goin' past gold And if you don't agree you's a asshole Mark my word, you gon' make pump the berg And spark this herb, 'till homicide chalk the curb, you heard I never hesitate to buck my gun Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm fromEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Twinz (Deep Cover ’98)[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 two middlemen who didn't do diddily [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 tre eight [Verse 3: Big Pun] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children Like Amityville, I 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 ya with the MAC, smack your bitch, nigga what? You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck Truck jewels, cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' Cash Rules Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin' to pass through That's true! (So who the next to get it?) TS 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 rosary tight as I can I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl Black Pearl Latina mas 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 in the Jeep Lexus, just in case police test us Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars Full-a-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 copEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Still Not a Player[Intro: Joe & Big Pun] Oh Ooh, yeah Don't wanna be a player (TS) [Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas (Don't wanna be, don't wanna be) I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law Who's down to fuck tonight? [Verse 1: Big Pun] Ayo, I'm still not a player, but you still a hater Elevator to the top, hah, see you later I'm gone, penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks In-house beach, French comtesse, 10 thou' piece Rent-out lease with an option to buy Coppin' a 5 or Benz for when I'm not far up in the sky Puffin' the lye from my Twinzito Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens nicknamed Perico We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs Now we reached the peakage, runnin' trains for three days Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla Mama, I'm thick, huh? I'll rip my prick through your hooters I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin' loot But I'll knock that boot if you out to get koofed [Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for Uptown, baby, uptown I don't wanna be a player no more I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law Who's down to fuck tonight? [Verse 2: Big Pun] I love 'em Puerto Rican to blackberry molass' I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the ass Long as you show class and pass my test Fat ass and breasts, highly intelligent bachelorettes That's the best, I won't settle for less I want a ghetto brunette with unforgettable sex Now lay your head on my chest and feel my heartbeat We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep and just spark the leaf It's hard to creep since I found Joe Every pretty, round, brown ho wanna go down low But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know Once I put the blows, get your clothes, 'cause you got to go I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere You nasty, Twin, I don't care 'Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Thick tongue, known to make the chicks cum [Bridge: Big Pun & Joe] Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me!" But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get it" Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me!" But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I stick it even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get it" [Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] I don't wanna be a player no more But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for I don't wanna be a player no more But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law Who's down to fuck tonight? [Outro: Joe] Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena No more rollin' with an entourage Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad Beatin' niggas down somethin' silly Joe and Big Punisher Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morena Boricua, morenaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Beware[Chorus: Prodigy sample] I gave you fair warning, beware I gave you fair warning, beware [Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo! What you thought, Pun's shit was weak? Now you can't sleep Gotta keep your eyes open wide and hide your face from the streets I'm like the beast with a warrant, far from a law man Gave you fair warnin', now you on the stairs, fallin' I'm callin' out any rapper that I doubt, smack him in the mouth Throw him in the yoke—boom—then I knock him out No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files Twenty-shot auto Glock, blaow! Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style With a twist of black and I'm proud, twist your cap and I'm out Sleep with the fish-dips for yappin' too loud What's happenin' now? Niggas is hard as hell but they Gargamels Pickin' on the smallest victim gives 'em heart to kill My squad is real and holds it down, the hardest regardless Besides of the largest We polish the floor with the rawest hardcore artists Flawless victory, ya niggas can't do shit to me Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically I'm the epitome of catchin' wreck Catch you when you cash your cheque Smash you when you pass, then jack you for your fuckin' 'Lex Nothin' less than the best if the Squad did it Hard-headed niggas better beware and fear like God said it [Chorus: Prodigy sample] I gave you fair warning, beware I gave you fair warning, beware I gave you fair warning, beware I gave you fair warning, beware [Verse 2: Big Pun] Ayo, I warned you, now all niggas could do is mourn you I'm born to kill and still thrilled to put it on you There's no regrets, remorse only results in loneliness Only the strong survive and strive through life as warriors All of us die, some of us kill, even massacre Who wanna try? Punisher will if you ask for it I'm hazardous for your health and Hell's your next stop For real, my shit's cocked, the world has just stopped I'm not the one you should be underestimatin' Come test your fate and I guarantee I'll be under investigation You can't handle the whole, I'll slam you on your skull Or we can go blow for blow like Evander and Bowe You never know; however, though, I still hold the title When all my rivals have chance to dance with Mr. Homicidal Hand on the Bible, I swear to defend my crown I've been around since forever and never let it touch the ground Don't fuck around and catch a rude awakening My crew's basically waiting patiently for you to move your patrons in Then we'll surround you, form Desert Storm and pound you Look around you, Terror Squad's everywhere, like Soundview The Boogie Down do it like nobody, who are we? The foundation—you're facing a whole army [Chorus: Prodigy sample] I gave you fair warning, beware I gave you fair warning, beware [Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah, yeah! What's up now, partner? Know I'm sayin'? Think this just some rap shit? We do this shit for real Terror Squad, nigga Fuckin' shoot the place up Motherfuckers know the time This motherfuckin' rap game Joe Crack, Big Dog Punisher, Full-A-Clips crew What the fuck? WHAT! Beware, beware, beware, beware, bewareEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s So Hard[Verse 1: Big Punisher] You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty Got the Glizzy locked in the stizzy Pop the clizzy, going sixty down a one-wizzy Drunk pissy, tryin' to cruise through the avenue While my peoples is poppin' bottles up in Sue's Rendevous Fuck that! Spun the U-ey, lost a hubcap It's back to the shack, came back in a "What's that?" Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage Perry Ellis, auburn cherry reddish Fresh out the dealer, got the TEC for the squealers Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less, ‘cause it's realer In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you Trust no one; got beef, bust yo' gun You don't need no one talking 'bout that you owe him I'ma go for dolo; Scarface without Manolo One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat, throwin' bolos, it's hard [Hook: Donnell Jones] And it's so hard, yeah Niggas wanna be like Pun But they don't bust they guns And it's so hard Niggas wanna fuck my wife Nggas wanna take my life But it's so hard [Hook adlibs: Big Punisher] It's hard work, baby I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live I ain't goin' nowhere I'm stayin' alive, baby That's my wife, I paid for them titties! Get your own! Your own, ya heard? [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Rollin' with the Squad, we like Gods Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars, strip bars in Miami Almost came home with the Grammy Next year, bringing home three for the family Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase Fuck that! Liberace, fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me! Never that! SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at? Uptown, uptown, you know you feelin' that Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to That old Biggie give me, One More Chance Take a glance and I'm off with yours With both hands take off my drawers And jerk me like the Source Awards I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive Terror Squad, nigga, stop sleepin'! [Hook: Donnell Jones] And it's so hard, yeah Niggas wanna be like Pun But they don't bust they guns And it's so hard Niggas wanna fuck my wife Nggas wanna take my life But it's so hard [Hook Adlibs: Big Punisher] What you say your name was again? And I know you from where? Elementary school? I don't know you, man! Money, not you again, go that way! [Coda: Donell Jones] Yeah, you ain't fucking my wife, takin' my life And if you just hatin', just walk on by All you haters just walk on by See, me and Big Pun be rollin' Schemin' on you and your homie Better just walk on by While we role back and talk for a while And to the Boricuas, stay up, stay up, stay up! And to all my homies, you gotta know what's up!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Ain’t a Killer[Verse 1] The harsh realities of life have taken toll Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole Take control, I'm makin' dough but not enough to blow JO's, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you halfway and eat you alive tryin' to survive illegal I'll leave you lost, mount you on a cross Whip you like a horse, sacrifice your life to a higher force Then I'll stomp your corpse It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent One of the last livin' still-in-action general assassins Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest Passin' any test; Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker? Sow what you reap or wake up Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe We follow the killer's code When we come for you, tell me: where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and silence your screams And even if you kill me, I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams [Chorus] You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat [Verse 2] You've made a grave mistake Shouldn't have come here, you changed your fate Your brains'll make their debut on the table When I raise the stakes The pain is great, but only for a second It starts strong, then lessens Just when you restin', the Armaggedon sets in Left him with so much stress (T.S.) Blessed him with no regrets, yes Welcome to Hell, son, the threshold of death Face the serpent, I blaze your person You get laced for certain, leavin' Jakes no trace to work from Close the case like curtains I'm hurtin' heads severely, really tryin' to bring the pain There's nothin' more satisfyin' Than when you cryin', screamin' my name It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods of bloodstains Big Pun's my thug's name Bustin' my guns, that's my love thang I'll slit your jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple John Madden-tackle your corpse To hoist it on a cross at the tabernacle That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst Then curse tu vida like a Brujería verse I'm worse than anything you ever been through Sick in the head and mental Essentially meant to be the sole threat against you When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination [Chorus] You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat [Verse 3] It's hard to analyze which guys are spies; be advised, people We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes, chico We read 'em and see 'em for what they are D's in undercover cars Takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star I'm up to par, my game is in a smash With half a million in the stash Passport with the gats, first name and last Ask anybody if my men are rowdy Give me the mini-shottie I'll body a nigga for a penny probably I'm obligated to anything if it's crime-related If it shine, I'll take it; still in my prime and I finally made it I hate the fact that I'm the last edition Properly a stats magician Could've went to college and been a mathematician Bad decisions kept me out the game Now I'm strictly out for cream Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream My team's the meanest thing you ever seen Measured by the Heaven's kings Down to the Devil's mezzanine I've never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive Most heads die by 25 or catch a quick three-to-five So be advised: the street's full of surprises It's not what crew's the livest One that survive, it's who's the wisest [Chorus] You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat You ain't a killer...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Super Lyrical[Verse 1: Big Pun] Ayo, my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap That tackles your back and shackles and laughs at you That's a mathematical madness I'm on The savage, the strong The marriage and bond of havoc and song This massacre's on, as if Picasso laced you There's lots of hateful skeletons locked In the closet of my castle of Grayskull I'm possum at grade school That's why I have to debate you My raps are like Cable, slashing your facial That's how a master degrades you, I'm battling Jesus If he passes through my label I'm snatching his halo God, I'll trade you, if you send my father back as an angel Language is fatal and it's hypnotizing I'm only emphasizing I'm still all about business and enterprising I'm super lyrical, with brain-booster chemicals That's used up tentacles inside of my mental projectable [Chorus] Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, I'm-I'm supposed to represent [Verse 2: Black Thought] Black Thought, the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice Stressing to emcees how they don't really want this Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit These cats, they sentimental such with a gentle touch Dancing double dutch and all saying nothing much My sound wave lifting your chin up, like uppercuts Newfound ways of ripping shit up, I develop Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me Nature-ally I bring the extremity Musically intense with the globe in suspense Contemplating where the world traveler been since The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic Immerse you in some old next shit, ill poetic Thought from Illadelph, somethin' like nothing else My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, 'cause what? [Chorus] Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent You will lose, I must break you Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm supposed to represent [Verse 3: Big Pun & Black Thought] Ayo, peace Roots, East Coast niggas reppin' the streets most With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose These those niggas that'll lift your mentals Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels Like the Triumph instrumental My instrumental's the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance To nothing you come across, lyrical holocaust The crowd pleaser, emcees freeze then catch seizure They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers Just call me Baby Jesus, 'cause lately niggas be praising me Just for the way I blaze the beat crazily, tape to CD lasery It pays to be amazingly flavory Gaze into my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally Occasionally as I focus on my next opus The way it's all fucked up and emcees is hopeless I'll leave your head wrecked as I erect sculptures My thought's just a fortress Approach this ferocious up-closeness [Chorus] Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm supposed to represent [Outro] Lyrically It's suicide Lyrically You've seen him, you know how strong he is Lyrically You can't win Lyrically It's suicide Lyrically You've seen him, you know how strong he is Lyrically You can't win Lyrically You can't win Lyrically You will lose Lyrically I must break you Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-lyricallyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Dream Shatterer[Produced by Domingo] [Verse 1] Ayo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap Like Adam and Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead So every night before bed, you see the BP shine off the boardhead Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap 'Cause he ain't worth jack Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack Hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I be rappin' in tongues, packin' the ones Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana Come on, pana, we need more rhymers Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin', I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar [Chorus] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination [Verse 2] I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser As smart as MacGyver, could put honor inside the heart of a liar Involved in a life of crime, fuck it, I like the shine Up in the white and lime, clutched with the pipe design Plushed out (No doubt), both pockets about to bust out If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT! Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished? SAY GOODNIGHT! Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the "Benjamins" beat But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound You ever heard; Desert Bird, player, you outta bounds [Chorus] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination [Verse 3] You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear "Come here, let me kiss your tears!" Everything you fear is here, you ain't gotta search further The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further For reverse, birth, every verse hurts, every curse word's Already more offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst I thirst for blood like a vampire Any man claimin' his game's tighter IS A GODDAMN LIAR! I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought Drain a quart of blood out ya brain and leave ya insane in the dark The King of New York, lays his crown in the Boogie Down And sprays the town with the MAC—hoodie down I'm no joke, I'll soak your face with a sweeper Die, you a disgrace, or face your death through the speaker [Chorus] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abominationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Not A Player[Intro] You're my darlin' darlin' baby You're my darlin' darlin' love You're my darlin' darlin' baby I said you're everything I ever hoped for in a woman And as long as I may live Ooh, you're... [Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot Jump on top of my dick and work them hips until I bust a shot It doesn't stop, I'm only beginnin', I'm bonin' your women While you home all alone, I'm blowin' up in 'em Sendin' them back to you, mad at you Don't catch a motherfuckin' attitude I'm just showin' you how this rapper do Capital Punishment, when I'm up in it, suckin' it Bustin' it out—nice blouse, let me unbutton it You're fuckin' with King Papi Chulo when knockin' culo Pop your mulos out the socket tryin' to ride with the sumo You know my rise is high, word, I be drillin' 'em Bitches be tryin' to ride, but the curve be killin' 'em Fillin' 'em with the cash, my cheese premium unleaded Come get it, first work the tongue, then let the Pun hit it Split it in half, watch the gat, baby, take a bath Be good, I might put away the wood and give you the mustache [Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher] You're my darlin' darlin' baby I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' love I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' love I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot [Verse 2: Big Pun] I bang a stranger in my torture chamber Feed the locas chocha pinga While I force my finger where my bolas linger I bring the pain like Method when I flex and flip the coochie Puerto Rican to the core, but no Boriquas eat the pussy 'Scuse me for bein' blunt, but I've been eatin' cunts Since pimps was pushin' pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps Bumpin' and grindin', simultaneously grindin' Climbin' up the walls, with my balls bangin' off your hymen I'm a diamond in the rough, (ugh) bustin' in your face Taste the sweetness of my dick, rip your fetus out of place Yo, bitches already know the repertoire Step in my car, let's start the ménage à trois, like Escobar By far, I'm the best at all sex positions, forget the kissin' I'm skippin' the tongue-twistin', TS Tradition [Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher] You're my darlin' darlin' baby I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' love I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' love I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot [Verse 3: Big Punisher] Some chick in back of me, bought me a daiquiri Told me meet her in back of Zachary's 'Cause she heard I was packin' meat I bagged the freak and hit the telly Got the Phillies, lifted her belly And "Put it in Her Mouth," like Akinyele Far from ugly but they used to say I'm too chubby But since the money the honeys got nothin' but love for me So rub my tummy and make a wish, I'll make you rich Take your kids to the flicks, come back and fix your favorite dish (Not!) You crazy bitch, I ain't with that, I'ma hit that Split back to the shack where my other chicks at Now can you dig that? I'm the mack, doin' my thing Pullin' your strings, makin' you feel like you in a dream It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin' you multiples Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth I notice you doin' your thing with your crew Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you? [Chorus: The O'Jays & Big Punisher] You're my darlin' darlin' baby I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' love I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot You're my darlin' darlin' love I'm no player, I just fuck a lot [Outro] You're my darlin' darlin' baby You're my darlin' darlin' love You're my darlin' darlin' babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brave in the Heart[Verse 1: Triple Seis] I'll battle you all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis: the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed by my Squad It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the Beamer sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for 40 days and 40 nights And every verse is tight Better than before: rough, rugged, and raw Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin' your chain Nawmean, do him and the fiend, grab his wallet Leave a trail, blazin' like Rasheed Wallace What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker I walk the same streets the police take us Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money, son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggas really roll On the low, tryin' to blow trees And for no reas' we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese Better relate and start to think, or be the missing link I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt [Verse 2: Big Pun] We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art Takin' New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough Hold your toaster low; business, never personal Just some words to know if you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry 'em Depends on the state; If death is my fate, then cool, I'm dyin' If that's my destiny, it's meant to be Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me Aight, crew? (no doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hypened, comin' with the thunder and the lightnin' Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms right from the Bronx Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto god I rip a nigga's heart out his frame While I scream: "Terror Squad!" Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She said she’d starve if I die, understand I’m a god in her eyes The father of Christ, sure to be immortal Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen With Devin: that's mi hermano [Refrain] We will be here, forever – KRS We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part Amazingly smart Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God [Verse 3: Prospect] You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a 9 steady I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin' Shit, crime heavy already I keep it sharper than the long 'chette Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy I click triggers: how you more ready? Switch quicker than Marbury I'm a cherry, you a strawberry If you lost that, mean I'm on top of the whip You plottin' to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip You stop with the quick and never make another move Even your mother lose I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues [Refrain] We will be here, forever – KRS We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part Amazingly smart Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God [Verse 4: Fat Joe] Make way for scrill', I don't play, I spray for real Blow your top with the Glock—that's my favorite kill Blaze your crib with like thirty shots I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops I play the streets with toast, 'cause the thieves is close Want to keep your post? Then don't beef with Joe Still niggas think I won't bring the heat out That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute Truth first, Terror Squad: shoot first War with me and you guaranteed to leave the Earth I'm dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips The street's a trip: either you deep or you sleep with the fish I keep a fifth for them niggas that's seekin' to flipEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Capital Punishment[Intro: Big Pun] It's mine, it's all mine you understand At least me and my peoples Can you dig that? 21st century, thought I'd never see it Right around the corner, baby Ours for the takin' Yo [Verse 1: Big Pun] I've seen child blossom to man Some withered and turned to murderers Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin' us Watching us close, marketing host is here to purchase Purposely overtaxin' the earnings Nervous, burnin' down the churches They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust Throw us in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader Advance to where minorities are the majority voter Holdin' my own, I'm livin' alone in this cold world My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression See, me myself, I start flippin' and fall victim to deep depression I'm stressin' the issue here, so we can gross the fiscal year Tired of gettin' fired and hired as a pistol-eer There's no longevity livin' off negativity Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery That's how the city be, everybody gettin' they hustle on Judge singin' death penalty like it's his favorite fuckin' song Word is bond, takin' my life you know they lovin' it God, F the government and it's fuckin' capital punishment [Chorus: Prospect] Capital punishment, given by the government System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones Totin' the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth First it's turnin' tables, open our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment [Verse 2: Big Pun] I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin' My cousin Chuchi, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin', blew out the flame and started inhalin' Baring a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin' Wearin' the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Dishin' his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off Get off your high horse or die off like an extinction Boriquans are like Mohicans, The Last of the Po'Ricans We need some unity, fuck all the Jeeps and jewelry The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado I guess tomorrow ain't promised unless you're Amish and death's your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, 'cause Punishment's what I resemble I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can't fall, he stands tall The Man's claws are diggin' in my back, I'm tryin' to hit him back Time to counteract, where my niggas at? [Chorus: Prospect] Capital punishment, given by the government System so organized they get to you and who you runnin' with Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones Totin' the llello for life the rightful heir to the throne We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth First it's turnin' tables, open our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment [Verse 3: Prospect] You like that, it's Pun and Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin' progress With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed Dues to be paid, nothin' y'all can do to behave We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs Even though the government, tryin' to take out our sons Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality Was raised with the street mentality My strategy's why my battery never die The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies It's no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta While Cuban's smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers This renegade blow through barricades like grenades I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day Like the twenty-four hour rotation I know the location, it's just a little in-for-mation From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 100%[Produced by Sean C] [Tony Sunshine] Ooooooooooohhhhh.. Puerto Rico [Big Punisher] Toma [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte Te lo juro por mi gente Te juro que un dia llegara And we won't stop We always knew we'd make it Even though you player hated We still made it to the top [Verse 1: Big Punisher] Puerto Rock Puro, not Menudo no I'm not the one I'm studyin' Judo, you don't know if I got a gun It's Pun, from the X side of things, baguette inside my rings Everything I want I gets, bada-BING It's mine I Shyne like money that sound like Biggie Fuck around my town, Boogie Down my city Come around get pound, to the ground no pity Watch the sound, fo'-pound twenty round milli' Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug I'm known for bouncin' thugs from the Tunnel to the Salsa clubs Don't matter, put the chrome to your bladder Splatter your abs, have you pissin' in a plastic bag That's a drag now you abnormal Don't make me grab the Rambo And put some motherfuckin' stabs on you The night is young and I'm already fightin', hidin' my gun Promoter buggin' screamin', who the fuck invited Pun [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte Te lo juro por mi gente Te juro que un dia llegara And we won't stop We always knew we'd make it Even though you player hated We still made it to the top [Verse 2: Big Punisher] From San Juan to Bayamon, I'm the Don Juan beside the Don Live long, get your party on Don't let the liquor fool you, cause I'll stick it to you Somethin sharp to the heart, or somethin big to move you The Desert or the shottie, whatever you the body That chose to be the dumb nigga at the party Too much Bacardi started speakin' dumb Then you tried to snuff Joe, must have been Puerto Rican rum That's the hardcore, two years a sophomore Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls So get lost or take one, bones I break them Pigs are bacon, so get fried if they come You see that? I'm like G. Rap, 'Pac, Master P All balled up with a twist of Marc Anthony Recognize me I'm the one that's cockin' the auto Tony Sunshine please canten el coro [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte Te lo juro por mi gente Te juro que un dia llegara And we won't stop We always knew we'd make it Even though you player hated We still made it to the top [Tony] It ain't over [Pun] I thought you ain't like the beat [Tony] Te digo que no se ha acabado [Bridge: Tony Sunshine] La tierra del Borinquen donde nacido yo Aha aha aha aha.. Es un jardin florido de magico primor Aha aha aha aha aha aha aha... Un cielo siempre nitido, que sirve de dosel Y dan arrullos placidos, las olas a sus pies [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] Pronto llegara, el dia de mi suerte Te lo juro por mi gente Te juro que un dia llegara And we won't stop We always knew we'd make it Even though you player hated We still made it to the top [Frankie Cutlass sample x4] A Puerto RicoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Boomerang[Verse 1: Big Pun] Niggas is flossing a lot, time to start extorting the block Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht Something for the cops to keep 'em blind, so we can grind With peace of mind, turn the key and shine without being dimed Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado You know my motto: Clock G's and rock keys like Drago Pablo Escobar and Dom Pérignon We're buying out the bar and Don Juan And every woman's Chandonin' Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction Up and down with the tongue twister C'mon on, sister, Big Pun's Mr. "Cock and Squeeze" like a gun tester Crushing sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat Living fat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings Dealing with a smaller deck, just wasn't as mass appealing I started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money I called my son, he told me chill, he'd be over in twenty Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill me He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches running the train It's like a dream, I called my team and started flipping Locked the clip in, started lifting Niggas off the ground like a magician I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down I lost it all for now but it'll take more to hold me down ("Top of the world ma! Ha ha, top of the world!") [Chorus] Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin [Verse 2: Big Pun] Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits? Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories Lift the felonies from my record and respected my enemies Live like the Kennedies, above the law Fuck 'em all I'm coming for the rich, thieving 'em even if I wasn't poor I seen it all like I said before The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators I shed it all first and be the primary source Of course, I bury any adversary trying to floss Just because, the reason I leave 'em lost in the sauce Teeing off like we up North just for being soft A beaten horse like a slave getting minimum wage Feeling the gauge, front page, these are the last days Cash pays, and rules - the root of all evil Shooting amigos for loot and perico polluting our people Moving kilos like it's all good through every ghetto I ain't judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels? The devil's got us by the balls That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood Knowing we gonna buy it all It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the Bible Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal [Chorus] Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in BerlinEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Punish Me[Verse 1: Big Pun] I was the luckiest man on Earth, my wisdom was worth Any purse but had a curse that hurt worse than giving birth My first verse explains some of the games she was playing I'm blaming myself 'cause in my wealth was where her pain would haven Behaving like a money-hungry hooker, funny how the money took her From a average honey to a stunning looker I look back and reminisce how we used to kiss And smash hips in the GS I bought her last Christ' She got too big for her britches but The Bridge is Over Not the one in Queens, I mean the one she dreaming wasn't sober Told her how I felt, gassed me when she cried for help Supplied the guilt trip and I was whipped without a fucking belt I felt stupid Cupid struck me with a poison arrow Should have drowned you when I found you crushing in my boy's Camaro I didn't bother but you probably find your lover dead You robbed me of my honor, you ain't shit like my mother said [Chorus: Miss Jones] Come back come back come back come back to me Punisher punish me I've been so bad, so bad Won't you come back, please [Verse 2: Big Pun] Nah baby, I'm not gonna be able to do it, you blew it Threw it all the way 'cause you was stupid, girl why'd you do it? I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me It's hard maybe we can make amends, be friends We're only hurting all of us for certain by forsaking him Just take it in, don't even say a word, observe the way you were Preserved, these words so you won't play the herb Ever again, never pretend that he doesn't have a father I'm always there and you don't wanna bother I honor my word on my father's grave, guide him through his hardest age So he can thrive and survive in these modern days I wanna raise my little man but you keep resisting I'm insisting you chill for real before you come up missing Listen, I don't wanna fight I'd rather do what's right A boy needs a father that's the most important part of his life [Chorus: Miss Jones] Come back come back come back come back to me Punisher punish me I've been so bad, so bad Won't you come back (come back baby) Come back come back come back come back to me Punisher punish me I've been so bad, so bad Won't you come back, please [Verse 3: Big Pun (Miss Jones)] I gave you everything, love letters and sweaters with leather seams Feathered wings and rings with emeralds right out of Geraldine's Several dreams of cream fulfilled, the green Deville Cadillac to mack, matter fact redeemed to bill I mean for real, I ain't playing mami How you wanna stay Armani fresh, giving the next nigga my punani? You want me back 'cause he hit it wrong, now you wanna get it on With the Long Don, word is bond my shit is strong (Come back) Girl don't even start again, I beg your pardon And get your hands off my six-button Cardigan This ain't no love lost between us far as I'm concerned Please leave, cut that busted weave I've been dying to burn Go buy a perm, try and earn some respect It's better to have loved and lost than to live with regret [Break: Miss Jones] Come back (come back baby)... to, me I want you to [Chorus: Miss Jones] Come back come back come back come back to me Punisher punish me I've been so bad, so bad Won't you come back Come back come back come back come back to me Punisher punish me I've been so bad, so bad Won't you come back [Outro: Miss Jones] To me, yeah yeah Alright, don't go, no Ohhhhhahahaooahhoahhohhh, hmmmmmm ohh hmmm hmm Yeahhhhhhhhh, take my hand, and punish me Hmm, been so bad, come punish me, yeahh Take my hand, and punish me, ohhh Been so bad, come punish me, oh, oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)[Intro: Roc Raida & Prodigy] "Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..." "Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..." --> Rakim "Wake you up and as I stare in your..." "Wake you up and as I stare in your..." [Chorus] "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your whole style from? "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Prodigy] Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from? "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from? "Yo it's the P" *cut and scratched* [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit My rhymes get Ruger endorsements My song boost Intertec sales through the ceiling Let's talk with guns, convos 'til the po-lice come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match Burst macs like it's Hamburger Hill for real It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it We move gambit through the overcrowded Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips Point the nozzle and shift your back disc Me and the clique-ah sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin', write a new banger That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P Or the H-A-V-O-C, nigga [Chorus] "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Rebel INS] Remember me, the one you got the technique from? "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Rebel INS] Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from? "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Rebel INS] Remember Deck, I told y'all, Protect Ya Neck "I'm Rebel INS your highness" *cut and scratched* [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Fake one, take one, no ultimatum, face one There's no escape from Straight from the grain come the great one My blade swung, decapitate your snake head Slit your snake tongue, make one false maneuver - you a mystery Unsolved, the mob that revolves automatically involved Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs Rock turtledove Bowery suits and purple gloves Me and you can have some fun, make it a blast You couldn't take the impact with steel shoulder pads Blood for blood, veteran covered in mud Wounded in the midst of war, still tradin' slugs, gettin' major love Way above you newcomers I come thunderin' with the heat of two summers When I enter the zone, move mountains with the presence alone Before the words rip through the microphone Chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone You privatize, home in but can't seem to clone [Chorus] "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Big Pun] Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from? "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Big Pun] Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun "I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned" [Big Pun] Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns "You start to suffer" *cut and scratched* [Verse 3: Big Pun] Yo, Big Punisher's ready Prodigy, Deck and me, QB ("Shaolin") and Bronx trilogy Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your world's piece Foil your plans, boil your grams, take your shine Fold all your hands, spoil your mans, make him mine Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97 Drop by your dwellin', got the nueve right behind your melon Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger I do it to live niggas and Pulitzer Prize winners You wouldn't survive, nigga, if I chose you Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal Who told you, you could roll through? My lyrics practically rose you from the grave like The Crows do I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me 'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up Joey Krillz, Pros, Cuban Link, Triple Seis, WHAT?! [Scratches: Roc Raida] "Soon you start to suffer" "The RZA" "The Inspectah Deck" "Yo it's the P" "The Punisher's ready"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Glamour Life[Intro: Cuban Link & Big Pun] (Uh) Glamour life style baby (dum dum dum dum), bottle the rocks (yeah yeah) Freeze the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo' Platinum status, (word word, yeah, what up?, what up?) Stick around [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour Like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on Smoking havanas, drinking Don P Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamins Cause if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense I represent, I meant to be the king of New York Went from living in tenements to a penthouse resort I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino Even DeNiro know not to gamble in my Casino Vino on the rocks, lobster dinners with mobsters I got shit locked from Prospect Ave' to the tropics Sitting on top of the world like the sun A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun [Chorus: Big Pun] It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 2: Triple Seis & (Big Pun)] Ripped off from the Infiniti Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the quest for loot Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha Heard an approacher, must be fam, or the hammer have to smoke Pun (Get the motherfucking guns) Since now I've become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's Dirty rats pack gats for cheese Bullets of breeze at light speed Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 ki's Please, no remorse for your two face As I assemble my rifle out the motherfucking suitcase You about to take who's place? Not Seis... Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace [Chorus: Big Pun] The glamour life, the glamour life, yo It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena The leader, Terror Squad cleaner Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick Camouflaged in this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition Hollow tips an', cop killers with the carved initialin' Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke Always broke with your lazy ways Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex In the back seat, having rough sex I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit Think twice, I give Christ your kids I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning I blaze an L and seek a higher learning Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally We could be friend for years, cross me once that’s thievery [Chorus: Big Pun] The glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 4: Armageddon] Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy 'til the 40's in Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient Take all the rent, an old man wept the path his daughter went Dicks with the Fallopian, wide as auditorium She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian 8 cups of vodka, 4 cups of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia It gets you dime bitches spitting image of Apollonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honies I poke The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin' Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance Currency's gonna murder me... it's never enough Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us.... [Chorus: Big Pun] My life... yo, it's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 5: Big Pun] The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right Enough for looking at grave, it's paying back tonight Yo Twin pass the lye, pass the light The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice Men or Mice, send them to Christ in the after life Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit [Outro: Big Pun] Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life The glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life Cock the hammer, end his motherfucking life, bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Came Up[Intro: Noreaga & Big Pun] Yo, what the deal, baby? I see ya, a'ight? Still not a player, but you still a hater Ha! Pun here, where my horns at? Where my horns? [Bridge: Big Pun & Noreaga] Fa ye da da ya da da da da Fa ye da da ya da da da [Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun (x2)] Pun, you came up What, what? Makin' it happen From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum But when we roll, are you still ready to ride? Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die [Verse 1: Big Pun] Ay-yo, my word is bond Long as I'm alive, I'mma put it on Coulda gone to jake, shit, thug nigga 'til I'm gone Weight of the Bronx, I'm flippin Five boroughs thoroughly reppin' Let's unite the city and step to the world as a weapon 'Cause everybody's checkin' for Pun, second to none 'Cause Latins goin' platinum was destined to come The inevitable, heavenly, better than whatever you do We eligible, TS is incredibly credible For the revenue, we gettin' you open with lyrical dope And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose And it never quits Take it from TS's top terrorist Rapper slash hijacker, bombin' tracks ever since I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun It wasn't always this fun, ay-yo, I rose from the slums I had to pay my due, lay a few But I ain't sayin' who, stayin' true to the game No names, playin' it cool, just me and the crew Holdin' it down long as we round We gonna keep sockin' it to you, like Homey D. Clown Goin' down like 'Pac, ready to ride or die, nigga La-da-le-la-la-la-la-la [Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun] Pun, you came up What, what? Makin' it happen From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum But when we roll, are you still ready to ride? Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die [Verse 2: Big Pun] Ay-yo, ain't nothin' changed, I'm still the same The way you remembered me, since the centipede Harder, big blacker, back in the 70's Try to remember me from my aggressive will The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal I used to chill on the block with Cuban and Seis I still do, but now it's in the blue convertible eight-- fifty My true niggas'll always be wit' me The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to diss me 'Cause I'm a rispy, crispy for life, sixtie's the price Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice Niggas is sheist, but I psych 'em out Though they like to doubt I make 'em all believers, once I let the Tyson out 'Cause I can vouch for only a few, only the crew From the old school, I consider loyally true I morally grew from a fool to a scholar Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter That's cool for a dollar I wanna holla at my peeps that's reppin' the streets Wrestlin' the beast of chest, restin' in peace Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us 'Til I die, I'll align the souls with mine and shine for all of us [Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun] Pun, you came up What, what? Makin' it happen From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum But when we roll, are you still ready to ride? Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die [Outro: Big Pun] Fa ye da da ya da da da da Fa ye da da ya da da da Fa ye da da ya da da da da For my thug niggas, thug niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fast Money[Intro: echoing dialogue between Big Pun and (someone)] Mad stressed (Yo, just chill bro, chill man) Nah, nah, I gotta get this money (Yo, chill you got everything going for you, man) I ain't got nothing, right now, man (Niggas calling you and all that, man) Nah, that shit was down ('Bout to blow soon, you know?) Niggas ain't for real, kid. That's a dream, kid. This is reality. This is reality. This is the real world. Nah I gotta get this fucking money, kid. Word up. Fuck that, nah, fuck that (Whatever, man) [Verse 1] I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter "Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin' Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels" It's settled, better put on your metal, foot on the pedal We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin' a chance, I've only got one, my hundred shot Tommy shotguns my judge, jury and Johnny Cochran [Chorus] Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place [Verse 2] Ayo the plot thickens, I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance Payin' attention, not tryin' to get knocked and catch a fat sentence Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so They got the popo locked with a Don "The Rock" Muraco chokehold (oh oh) Their security system's linear laser protection No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin' Inspectin' the vault for weapon's assault, second of course It's poison, it sprays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt Reppin' New York is the cat burglar, the fat murderer Slippin' the clip in the MAC, inserterer Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit Holdin' heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like De Niro mob flicks Back to the topic at hand, the grand prize The safe flies open, the shine almost blinded my eyes I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold Passed the dough to Cuban, started movin' for the back, let's go That's when I heard the sirens, hopin' that my ears was lyin' Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin' Pointin' at the building screamin', "I can see them, kill 'em!" Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians Still inside, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns" [Cuban Shouting] Oye castigador, saca el fucking cañon Vamos pa la guerra, vamos señarlo! A castigarlos! [Chorus] Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place [Verse 3] Ayo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about the brighter day I cock the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock, it was diesel Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin' like it was legal We need a plan, if we can make it to the van Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo, I got about a handful of Black Rhinos and two Rambos strapped to my ankles I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker, they gaining" I gave him the case, told him, "Go 'head, save yourself Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em Hell" For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin' Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggas reachin' *conversation and gunfight to fade*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Parental Discretion[Verse 1: Big Pun] Ayo, I'm hard to talk to If you live, I probably fought you Stalked you where you walked to at night Caught you then tried to extort you New York niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere! There it is, plain and simple Like Jigga, my game is mental While slow niggas better know I blow their brains out they temples I'm into black magical torture Romantic, dramatical author Compatible with the average New Yorker A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa The masked enforcer, out for the cash and the cho-cha Smash the coca, bottle it up, watch the fiends gobble it up If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff I don't give a fuck anymore I'm only twenty-four years old and I've already broken every law I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads Runnin' up in your crib, now if you still hidin' under the bed [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide! Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny! Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey [Verse 2: Big Pun] Ayo, my shit's the truth, 150 proof, no question Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth It's too explicit, bullshit! I challenge the statistics Violence existed before our music was even suggested Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life I fight the power, spite the power the 90 percent Keep 10 and feed Twin half for personal reasons The seasons change, things re-arrange, but I stay the same I play the game for the wealth, until I've made myself a name So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra I ain't an actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap Totally intended for yours dressed in all black With the ski mask or the pantyhose Makin' cameos in liquor store cameras with the twin Calicos [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide! Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny! Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide! Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny! Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey [Verse 3: Big Pun] So forget the boom One look, you shook -- you know I'm stickin' you Liftin' you off the ground, look down -- that's where I'm puttin' you Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally Havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever see? The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricasseein' your flesh Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin' the mess Me and TS, we testin' niggas faith just to see they face Expression when destined to states, that death be in the case I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS I paint the wake 'cause they ain't get me yet Wet me or reflect me yet I know they comin', they just tryin' to let me sweat I recollect when I was just a boy, eatin' Chips Ahoy! Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin' noise No more toys, strictly MACs and missiles Shorties with forties packin' pistols Catchin' bodies makes you official So they say, I pray there's a better way My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say, 'cause daddy don't play [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide! Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny! Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey Parental discretion advised, cover your eyes Little kids -- get out of here! This shit's is homicide! Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny! Little girls too; this ain't for you, it's for the thugs honey [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Word is bond One thing about MCs is that we don't conceal the truth We present real pictures about the positive and the negative So don't blame the hip-hop When your seed is learnin' the real life from us Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house Parents, you don't do your job We gonna put your children to bed at nine o'clock Past your bedtime You get your ass in bed, you ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit Word up, punishment motherfuckers! By the Punisher and Busta Rhymes, hah Terror Squad! Flipmode Squad niggas!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Leather Face[Intro] What I gotta do let y'all niggas know I am THE. NICEST. EVER! Hardcore.. Commercial... What you wanna do? You wanna wile up, you wanna dance? Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down baby [Verse 1] It's not a game it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall When I bring the chain with the saw Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin' Unless you got my ends I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams Don't pay the cost then {*bam bam*} Say hello to the guillotine A killer fiends for blood Screams of thugs like Fiends for drugs I don't need no love Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex We're here I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed You fuckin' with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever Can't count how many heads I had to sever Half the niggas I keep I put em back together That's the terror, cut open your girl And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill You fuckin' with reel to reel, rap axe maniac Sound bwoy killer Hack hack chain-react Two for one - double the death, same price What would Big say? "Huh, you know that ain't right" [Hook x2: with samples from "Scarface"] It's not a game pah (Now the leg huh?) We're gettin paid hah (Now the leg huh?) It's still T-Squad (Now the leg huh?) What you came for Surgery, with a chainsaw [Verse 2] Word to Pac and BIG My Glock so big it can rock a bridge Drop the midsection like the top of your wig Ain't no bullshittin, getting the full treatment Special two heated missiles, 'til your crew's leaving witchu I rip you in half - blast that ass through a glass window Laugh a little (HA HA) and dash in the S-Class limo That's how we do it in the South Boogie Where tough rough rookies get snuffed out, for talking loud to me Why should I even consider your crew Shit on your crew Get rid of your crew, what I'm fitting to do I split you in two, leave you impaired when I blast the shotty Rip it like dope and leave you there with half your body We Rowdy like Roddy, probably robbing your stash Catch a body like Charlie up North Stashing knives up my ass Surviving the task, we the last ones left Blast them tecs with clips, fast as vets that spit Add some tips for any, bastard bitch, pappin shit Watch me rep til the casket from the bassinet, biatch! Ahora tu! [Hook] [Outro: From *Scarface*] Watch what happens to your friend You don't want this to happen to you You give me the money, okayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Turn[Intro] Psssh.. it's my turn, y'knahmean? Get this motherfuckin money y'know? Shit.. Yeah I went double, y'know? Niggas is goin' triple-five-ten platinum Can't do what I do This is my game, this is me (T. Squaders) Y'know? [Chorus] Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck 'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock 'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance [Verse 1] Fuck you and yours, make way I'm comin' through the door And screw the law, breakin' the rules ain't nothin' new at all I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun Respect the clique that I'm from, or get lifted or somethin' Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the fall guy Big Pun, the Honorable, all rise Sky's the limit, nothin' less if my guys is in it For the right price, even Christ could get it Fast life we live it, all my memories are vivid I remember only minutes, that's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody And lyric which so heavenly rhythmic In magic do I build, but math do be equally compatible And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral I'm from the streets deep in the barrio ain't no Mario Brothers Official Bronx niggas, quick to body yo' mother (ouch) [Chorus] Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck 'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock 'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' dance [Verse 2] Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price? You scared of death I'll make you twice as afraid of life I bring sight to the game for every night you complained You couldn't see the light, I was bright in your brain Ignitin' the flame, keepin' your third lit Speak and observe with the mind What are blind sleep til they worth shit I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire Reppin T. Squad since birth 'til I retire I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives And riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers moms live Keep flappin yo' gibs and I'mma come back with those kids From the back of the bridge I think two hand touch means tackle the bitch I rap for the chips, but I'm truly assassin Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome That's the pro, got beef with Pun, you gots to go Mafia style, tear you a new ass-a-hole Flash your dough, but you too cool for the captain 'Cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off 'Cause in real life, you don't know I'll blow your motherfuckin' head off (ooh yeah) [Outro] That's my motherfuckin word, you understand? Thought we was a fuckin' joke? Shit Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand? Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper understand? Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like If I'mma make a song it's gon' be how I beat yo' motherfuckin ass understand? That'll be the name of the motherfucker "That's Why I Had to Beat Your Motherfuckin Ass" Featuring Tony Sunshine T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders [Chorus] And it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck 'Cause it's my turn, I'mma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'mma speak with the Glock 'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'mma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the devil gon' danceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Caribbean Connection[Intro: Wyclef Jean] Warning! [Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo, wanna rumble with the Pun, huh *blows raspberry* Shit on the whole industry Who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun? Who the only one with over a thousand guns? Running up in niggas cribs like I paid the bill Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth I lace your grill with the firestarter Hit your wife with the sawed off in the shower, power-drive ya daugther I'm all about the fundamentals like Pun and pencil A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you My mental's compatible with the radicals My odyssey type qualities allow me to poli' with animals Niggas is cannibals and the ghetto's the jungle Where you either bet all your bundles or struggle or live civil and humble My niggas'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran' Try to imagine what they can fathom for twenty grand Niggas'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces We pound out weak shit into the ground Uptown Up in the Boogie Down we just wallow in jean, pile on the green Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring But now I'm a King, so it's more than money All the honies used to call me Punny 'Cause my fam was always hungry But now we rolling lovely and you feel worse Want my money, let your steel burst 'Cause I'd rather see you in Hell first [Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Big Pun] Mucho trabajo poquito dinero I'm selling perico Yo what's the deally yo I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro Mucho trabajo (yo yo yo) poquito dinero I'm selling perico Yo what's the deally yo Huh, I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro [Verse 2: Wyclef Jean] Yo, yo, yo keep the lights, keep the camera, all I want is the action The battle's on, where I roam in composition A hardcore crowd waiting to see if I break Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra And if I get murdered, Don't Cry For Me Argentina Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father In three days, I'll rise like Christ and still sober Now my eyes open in my hands I got the Gatling I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry I turn Mr. Roger's Neighborhood topsy turvy Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery Bodies from World War I and II is there You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast Illegal money turns legal now we running a laundromat Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack You're better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack This ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat Run out of the building or get blast in your Guess TEC for TEC or we can go text for text, oh I forgot, you don't read so take this hole in your chest - blaow! Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide So when the DT shows up, he thought it was a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide... [Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Big Pun] Mucho trabajo poquito dinero I'm selling perico Yo what's the deally yo Uh, I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro Mucho trabajo poquito dinero I'm selling perico Yo what's the deally yo Uh, I'm Uptown making moves just like Castro Mucho trabajo poquito dineroEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Off Wit His Head[Prod. by Just Blaze] [Verse 1: Big Pun] I don't give a fuck! Til I die, I'mma live it up Hit em up, nigga what what, nigga what? Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash And helicopter yo' ass, about a block and a half Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas Where you at Prop? [Verse 2: Prospect] Aiyyo it's off with his head Let the blood-shed, gets all my thugs down to bust lead Yo I rep like one of the best, my Mac numbin your flesh They on tracks but they runnin from death Who fuckin with 'spect? Yo dog, I'm the youngest to rep Comin correct, niggas know I blow my gun in a sec Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas What the deal Twin? [Verse 3: Big Pun] Yeah baby! Ayo it's off with his head Slap the shit out the Devil and tear his horns off his head Ayo it's almost over, few months we all gon' know Jehovah Til then I'mma keep the steel in the shoulder holster I ain't ready to die, bury me alive But if my nigga got beef, we goin together tonight Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas What you say Twin? [Verse 4: Prospect] Ayo it's off with his head Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared It's hard to survive, disarm a whole part of this tribe We taking niggas lives, so what? They tryin take mine What I'm supposed to do? Let shit slide like I was close to you? This murder I write, pushin a hearse, let me chaffeur you Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas What the deal son? [Verse 5: Big Pun] Aiyyo it's off with his head Nigga I was born in the fuckin Dawn of the Dead I always got my Dunn like I always got my gun Fresh out the box, oiled and cocked, Glock 21 Once I've begun to pop, I ain't gon' stop til I'm done So either call the cops, or bust a shot - nigga uhh Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas Hold me down Pros' [Verse 6: Prospect] Aiyyo it's off with his head Put that nigga to sleep and make a coffin his bed I come from rough times where niggas bust 9's and be like fuck rhymes And puff dimes, living on front lines, and lust crimes You better trust mines, I'm down for the cause Gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the 4's Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas What the deal kid? [Verse 7: Big Pun] Aiyyo it's off with his head Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgandy red Aiyyo I never front, I want whatever nigga to stomp Whoever want it gonna get lift with the pump I mention I'm dumb, my trigger finger fittin to jump Got the whole left side of my face twitchin and stuff Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas Take us home Dunn [Verse 8: Prospect] Aiyyo it's off with his head He ain't really want it so he lost it instead "Picture Me Rollin" like 'Pac in the drop, my style too hot To figure out, oh Lord, please don't make me put this nigga out My trigger shout through your area code The scary explos', your click get, leary of foes Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas Now it's on Twin - now it's on Twin Yeah, hah, now it's on Twin [Outro: Opera Steve] Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror SquadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy How We Roll[Chorus: Ashanti] Something, I want to tell you There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang Straight out of the projects, mang And that's how we roll.. roll.. [Verse 1: Big Pun] You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin ganja up in Bible paper, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream, bustin' out the custard cream Viper Custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort Knox and hard deemer medallion Mockin' God, even Italians see my battalion propped abroad I got the Squad over-qualified, pullin' over Karl Kani Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide Sparkin' lye in the clouds and reppin' my housin' Like the Wu do in Shaolin [Hook: Ashanti] Ooohooo baby there's, something, I want to tell you There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang Straight out of the projects And that's how we roll.. roll.. [Verse 2: Big Pun] I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat What you broke motherfuckers know about that? Lookin' fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli On the celly (blown Benz, chrome rims) Shinin' like the (stone gems) on my (gold rings) I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story That soared me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderfella I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga But now I'm like Puffy 'cause money's thicker than blood player I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip Call my connects together and figure which cleaner's the best for the hit I get the job done, Pun's handlin' business Candlelight dinners, havin' a toast with the most glamorous bitches My road to riches was no Christmas Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses so expensive my whole family's religious [Hook: Ashanti] Ooohooo baby there's, something, I want to tell you There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang Straight out of the projects And that's how we roll.. roll.. [Verse 3: Big Pun] Aiyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle I'm tryna triple a million and split it three ways Joe the God, Full-A-Clips and myself, that'll be the day I need a way to get it already got the ambition Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition I'm on a mission which requires a higher position Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin' I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin' on your ass I'm all about cash and the power A stash with the powder that lasts like hittin' ass for an hour Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops Forget the cops, we got Deserts and Glocks too Ready to rock whoever tryna stop our cheddar from stockin' forever [Hook: Ashanti] Ooohooo baby there's, something, I want to tell you There's something I've been, thinking, that your, crew should know Big Pun be the largest thang Straight out of the projects And that's how we roll.. roll.. [Outro: Ashanti] Big Pun is the largest thang Joey Crack be stayin paid Terror Squad from the projects man.. {*fades*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Still Not A Player (Clean Version)[Intro: Joe] Don't wanna be a player (T.S.) [Chorus: Joe and Big Punisher] I don't wanna be a playa no more I'm not a playa I just crush a lot But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for For my thugs (I don't wanna be), for my thugs (I don't wanna be a playa no more) I don't wanna be a playa no more I'm not a playa I just crush a lot But you know Big Punisher still down by law Who's down to crush a lot [Verse 1: Big Punisher] Hey yo, I'm still not a player but you still a hater Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks In house beach, French countess, ten thou piece Rent-out lease, with a option to buy Coppin' a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky Puffin' the lye, from my Twinzito Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico We go back like PA's and wearin PJ's Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla My, my, I'm big huh, I rip my through your hooters I'm sick, you couldn't measure my with six rulers Hold up, chula, I'm all about getting' loot But I knock that boot, if you out to get HOOF [Chorus: Joe and Big Punisher] I don't wanna be a playa no more I'm not a playa I just crush a lot (No more) But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for Uptown baby, uptown I don't wanna be a playa no more I'm not a playa I just crush a lot (I don't wanna be a playa) But you know Big Punisher still down by law Who's down to crush tonight [Verse 2: Big Punisher] I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass' I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the Long as you show class, and pass my test Fat and breasts, highly intelligent bachlorettes That's the best, I won't settle for less I wanna ghetto brunette, with unforgettable sex I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep and just spark the leaf It's hard to creep since I found Joe Every pretty round brown wanna go down low But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'm let you know Once I put the blows, get your clothes, 'cause you got to go I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere "You nasty Twin!" I don't care Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Thick tongue, known to make a chick (come) [Bridge: Joe & Big Punisher] (In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it" (In the) hot tub, poppin bubb-ly Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it" [Joe] I don't wanna be a playa no more (Punisher, Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher) But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin' for (Punisher, ooh, Big Punisher) I don't wanna be a playa no more (Punisher, Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher) But you know Big Punisher still down by law (Punisher, ooh, Big Punisher) Who's down to crush a lot [Joe] Boricua, morena, boricua, morena Boricua, morena, boricua, morena Boricua, morena, boricua, morena No more rollin' with an entourage Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad Punisher, Punisher, Punisher, Big Punisher Punisher... Joe and Big Punisher Boricua, morena, boricua, morena Boricua, morena, boricua, morena Boricua, morena, boricua, morena Boricua, morena, boricua, morena Boricua, morena, boricua, morena Boricua, morena, boricua, morenaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wrong Ones[SunKiss] Yeah.. no more runnin Hahah.. Yeah no more America's Most and all that shit there Rockin the mic now Runnin with my nigga Pun Boogie baby Lot of niggas fronted Said they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there But you kept it golden with me my nigga That's right, you fuckers Dead, and still killin shit! Chorus: SunKiss + Big Pun I'm the wrong one to fuck with Fuck with me and you'll get stuck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah You ain't got no wins in mi casa Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa I'm the wrong one to fuck with Drivebys in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah You ain't got no wins in mi casa Que te pasa, hah ha.. [SunKiss] I'm as wicked as Hitler first born Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone "Kill Niggas Softly" but not with her song Matter of fact I kill em viciously, brutally Strip them clowns down to nudity Shove the chrome where they doodoo be It's a stick up, don't try to get brave Don't even chance it Duke I want y'all motherfuckers strippin like you dance for loot Don't stop, give it give it - or you gon' get it get it Get your fuckin Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it Y'all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live Creep through in a white 5 and snipe five Y'all got some trife wives Show me where y'all re' at, where the ki' at Sleep eat shit and pee at, park your 3 at Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom "UPS ma'am sign here," send a bomb Leave that bitch - roasted and toasted like a chestnut And if I run out of milk, for cereals, I leave her breasts cut Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts - sick em Cujo! Steal your bitch and dick the culo Slam yo' ass and I don't know a lick of judo Fly to P.R. - stick Menudo Come back, cop a 6 with two-do' Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew From Washington Heights in jail I had niggas washin my Nike's Now I'm squashin the mic, extortionist type Harsh with a knife I'm flossin yo' ice on some Bronx shit tonight Chorus [Big Punisher] Cannibalism is livin in my metabolism Givin em spasms and aneurisms at baby baptisms That's all my thugs thinkin bout, drinkin your blood Boriquans love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs Even the reverend can get a severing when I'm beheading The Armageddon is deading demons, Jesus in heaven Goin back to spiritual ritual times What you gon' find - shiftings of Satan in critical bind Nevermind, I do that often, I've risen often Bust out my coffin, I'm a livin abortion Battled the Devil and deaded his demons Trained other beings to be in his different levels of Hell Still screamin Seein bodies bloody and babies bloated corroded Know the Chinese exploded Know they run with Gotti who know it (check it) I never run I never ran, the fattest motherfuckin man I roll with Cuban makin junk to jams That's all I'm knowin and I'm never kneed All on your soul I feed, I'm lettin punk motherfuckers bleed Fuckin with me, better hide yo' seed Better think twice, before you ride on me Cause I'mma lift your weight Then I'm droppin you in the incinerator Then I'm hittin the hospital and poppin two in the incubator That's how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga Oh I'm sorry pa-pa, was you the da-da? Chorus 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Toe to Toe[Hook: Big Pun] Let's go toe to toe Any stupid ass can blast a foe And let me know who man enough to go toe to toe Somebody let me know Who's not afraid to go blow for blow And show how real niggas really roll [Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo Niggas know not to front I can knock a chump out the box And just stomp fuck a Glock or pump So pop the trunk and grab your .38 Ill snap your fucking vertebrae And match your early date to the pearly gates My murder rate is phenomenal What I'mma do Is crush your abdominals Save the talk for Donahue This I promise you Big Punisher gotta keep it real A puerto rock gorilla blowin' spots like godzilla A crowd thrilla' in the rap arena The Bob Jab and weaver That keeps niggas on their toes like ballerinas [Verse 2: Cuban Link] I"ll bag ya team up in a hundred heftys If you wanna come and test me Son forget the guns and knuckle up against me Ill fuck you up like Dempsey but without the gloves Spit out the double edge and wet ya motherfucking mug Wit blood Im rough and rugged I shine like a nugget Im the last motherfucker that you ever wanna fuck wit Up it Or get stuck by the Cuban Link I do my thing bringing it back and forth like a boomerang You can't hang So think again before you start rappin' We make it happen Two Latin thugs too tough to flatten [Verse 3: Big Pun] Fuck the clappin' lets get to scrappin' Grapplin' on the floor Niggas thinking they hardcore till I lock the door Figure four! Break ya ankles Shank ya face make you scream thank you Hang you off the roof naked just to make an example Handle ya business In this game there ain't too many winners Any nigga can render your existence if his aim is better Hold ya fort down whether with or without the four pound New York down for whatever What up twin [Verse 4: Cuban Link] I never back down I hold my ground and pound a body like Muhammad Ali Papi we can lock up in the lobby I be Bobbin and weaving leaving niggas out of breath Then I dig in they chest with my 5 fingers of death TS bringing it live from the boogie My crew be too deep Our biggest pussy will make sushi out chok and suki So for the rookies who be talking in riddles How many hits it'll take Before I break through your middle? [Verse 5: Big Pun] You too little I'm cock diesel with evil intent Leave you with dents bent off the fear that your people repent Set it Lets get it on like Marvin I'm starving to fight Gem Starring em slice like an orator carve with a knife Im deadly Niggas already dread me in every scary area beware of the jaw burier Big dog's the terrier Tearing the ears off of artists That's mostly cartilage No bullshitting You rip em right off just pull em hard enough Rolling with us You must be ready for death hit you with so many rights You going beg for a left [Hook: Big Pun] Let's go toe to toe Any stupid ass can blast a foe And let me know who man enough to go toe to toe Somebody let me know Who's not afraid to go blow for blow And show how real niggas really rollEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wishful Thinking[Hook] [Fat Joe] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable [Kool G Rap] Once you rule the world every girl will want to be with you [Big Pun] First I get the money then I get the power [B-Real] B-Real love to kill, eliminatin' the cops [Verse 1: B-Real] Thinkin' of takin' a plane To take a flight out to the red light And smuggle ten pounds of weed Make it home tonight Be the number one smuggler in the area Got enough weight to fill up an aircraft carrier Herb slanger, Hasila Incorporated State to state and overseas gettin' faded The Buddha king had seen the green proton I'm bringing it on right back home to Don Many different strains of herb in my brain I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane Skunk and the one Chocolate Thai bud Niggas, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts And the bongs fill up the lungs, niggas don't stop Fools get sprung when they get to smoke up the crops I give props for all the soldiers in the war Yo, what would you do if the world was yours [Hook] [Kool G Rap] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable [Big Pun] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you [B-Real] First I get the money then I get the power [Fat Joe] Joey crack twistin' caps, enemies I devour [Verse 2: Fat Joe] It was only a dream, 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's Lying pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face with a vengeance Having blocks on in the livest parts dome My mankind with crime is how you shine if you can't rhyme Dime droppers will give your fad time if you sleep But my mistake will be mastering heat on city streets And in the east I be known as Don Cartegena Claimin' the throne like Calderon in this heron arena Lacin' the china with Menida This felony repeater will be a leader Like a preacher but so much deeper Peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don Until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nicky Barnes Come on, I be the top extortionist Adopt a dozen foster kids right out the motherfuckin' orphanage Yea, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof All my peeps on the streets know I speak the truth [Hook] [Big Pun] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable [B-Real] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you [Fat Joe] First you get the money then you get the power [Kool G Rap] G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] No doubt, I be the crime story of all ghetto territories Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggas like Glory With pharmaceutical lavatories Majored in chemistry, PhD in streetology Degree in drug industry Combinin' H₂O with matter from crack batter Residue molecules scatter Launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter Mind brighter than Einstein's for crime G equals the MC that ain't near the square, son I gets mine But yo the kill will fill with force fields and shields And holy steel, a nigga keep it real, you know the deal If the stakes ain't too high for me to grab it I gots to have it, stack all the cabbage From conducting a drug traffic Police'll chain me and tryna find a new plot to frame me in They rein me in so I resort to evil thoughts like Damien Display my fury to the DA and the jury One hundred grand, the judge's hammer slams, I'm a free man [Hook] [B-Real] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable [Fat Joe] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you [Kool G Rap] First you get the money then you get the power [Big Pun] Big Pun's the same son, bustin' my guns for the dollars [Verse 4: Big Pun] Yo, I walk on water, spit fire and shit Häagen-Dazs Idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the gods Be larger than life, twice as nice as your idol Pump you with pride, then guide you straight to hell like the Bible I'm liable to start manipulatin' minds, infiltrate and climb Out the pitfalls of life, entice with nickle plated nine It seems every time I dream I'm in a nightmare I fiend to live in a world where mothers and queens of men would fight fair [Fat Joe:] Hell Yea! I wish I could, I wish I could Never forget this whole damn world ain't shit, not just the hood Yo, I'd change my life, make my wife forget the tears from the pain and physical abuse Give her back her best years Grab my chest hairs, pound my fist on the hard cement Spark the scent, and cloud the sky to my heart's content Repent if thou shall be forgiven How could we be proud to live in a world Which condemns man, child, and woman? Child and womanEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nigga Shit[Intro] Yeah.. This is for my peoples on the street, y'know? Gave me love since day one.. Y'knahmean? When I was puttin it down Battlin for mine, y'knahmsayin? Battlin - projects and neighborhoods Just to be heard, y'knahmsayin? Y'know cause y'know I used to do everything y'know? From that hardcore shit.. To that commercial shit.. To that party shit.. That thug shit.. That live shit, that cry shit.. That love shit, that hate shit.. I do all that shit.. You know what's my true love? [Verse 1: Big Punisher] That nigga shit, smokin weed with my moms That nigga shit, slingin D and heroin That nigga shit, no love for the cops That nigga shit, gettin my dick sucked with my pops That nigga shit, gettin drunk with my Twinz That nigga shit, swearin to God I'll never drink again That nigga shit, gettin drunk again That nigga shit, three days in the pen That nigga shit, talkin loud at the flicks That nigga shit, fried rice and rib tips That nigga shit, lookin fresh with no ends That nigga shit, beatin on my sister's boyfriends That nigga shit, yellow tape and white sheets That nigga shit, whoopin my kid's ass in the streets That nigga shit, Iverson crossover That nigga shit, cheese doodles, grape soda That nigga shit, playin in the last car on the train” That nigga shit, hot sauce on everythang That nigga shit, nugget gold in the 80's That nigga shit, iced out in the 90's That nigga shit, shoot the place if you play me That nigga shit, Pun to run til they find me [Outro] And I'm out what, what what wha-what And I'm out what, what what wha-what And I'm out, and I'm out Puerto Rock nigga shit yo I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Dick[Tony Sunshine] What's the deal baby? Some for you dick ridin' motherfuckers You non-believin' ass motherfuckers To all my niggas, I love y'all Ai yo pun, what's the deal, baby? Cuban, Raoul, whaddup mas? Joey Crack, what's the deal? T. Squaders [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] chance-a-million [Incomprehensible] Didddown for liddddife I threw on my vest Loaded up the Smith with the hollow tips It's time to flip And blast my way to the top ten list Me and pun real fly Arrogant and we love to puff lye Lord, you should see my wife She's enough to make all the bitches cry Yeah, be on my dick Chorus: Get off my dick (My dick) My dick (My dick) My dick, my dick, my dick Get off my dick, my dick, my dick, my dick Get off my dick I just wanna take time To talk to everybody Who ain't showed me love To let me rock the mic at the party Now you gonna get what you deserve That's my dick in your mouth Cause me and pun Is gonna show you what it's 'bout [Big Pun] Youse a nasty fuck Makin' a song talkin' about your nuts Don't want nobody on my dick Lest I'm about to bust You doubted us Cause we weren't tearin' up the streets Them the same niggas on my nuts Like they have a fucking seat I love my peeps, I'll die for my amigos But I ain't fuckin' with freaks Tryin' to free ride on my bicho It's like perrico (What? ) One taste you're gonna like it Just ask Mike (Mike who?) My dick [Chorus] You can catch me puffin' Lah-lah-lah-lah Lah-lah-lah-lah You can catch me puffin' Lah-lah-lah I'm the type to be puffin' that Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah When I stressed you know I puff that Lah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Laughing at You[Intro: Tony Sunshine] Ha Ha Ha Do you see me now You remember me? The guy from the back of the class that used to wear the glasses? The one you used to laugh at? Look at me now, brother Do you like fruit? Well, I'm chewin your girls nipples How do you like them apples, asshole? [Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Pun] I'm laughing at you I'm laughing at you now You told me I was ugly I was scared to crack a smile [Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha] I'm Laughing at you now [Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha] I'm laughing at you [Verse 1: Big Pun] 600 Benz, 20 inch rims, house on the hill, hittin' mad skin Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha It was all a scheme I used to load the teck with the magazine So I was mean but I still had a scheme 17 years young everything seemed fun Still considered a veteran cause I feared none Pun's from the street where there ain't no rules But carried heat cause he ain't no fool Ain't no room for dollars in negative digits So debted followers and got rid of the quitters That never forget us cause we've been down since the Genesis 200 horse power to 400 Pegasus The messages don't sleep till its over Next thing you know shorty seven feet Tippin' over I'm still in the water drownin' Knights and murder till the immortal terror squad Threw me a life preserver now im ice forever Stomach bustin' out the white carrera Life is better now niggas wanna rhyme together ¡Ay qué será! What can I do but take you to strive ¡Ay qué hago! I hope the streets don't take me alive You wasted your life and refused the struggle while I aim for the sky pay dues and bubbles I WIN! [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Pun] Now it's not funny cause I'm hot and got a pot of money A lot of hunnies around (Don't stop do the brown for me) My every wish is her command call her bitch she understands I reminisce how she used to dis me and my man Check part of the plan she told my son I wasn't the man I ain't gonna to stop till I got a heart in my hand I can silence the lamb but couldn't silence her cause She was as wild as a man with a bottle of liquor I'm not going to hit her I'm gonna debt her tonight Double platinum now shes one in the tribe well in the ride now Well in a fly gettin' high now no more whiteout send the cubans To provide now it's my world I demand my respect Give me your girl or get slapped in your neck Ain't nothin' change im still humble and modest And im always proud to admit I came straight from the projects Hardy har har har [Tony Sunshine] Don't you forget about me now Don't(4x) Don't you forget about me now Dont(4x) naw Nah Nah Nah Nah.... Nah Nah Nah Nah.... Nah Nah Nah Nah.....Nah Nah Nah Nah (*repeat 2x*) [Tony Sunshine] Don't you forget about me now I said don't..don't...don't...don't ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Watch Those[Intro] Earth to Pun.. come in Pun.. "Look at me, I'm the Water Boy!" Yeah yeah yeah.. The levels the levels the levels be good? Levels is good, levels is good? Yeah.. [Hook x2] You got to watch those, jokers who pop those You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed Easy to spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla That's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh) [Verse 1] I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma shoot you papi Caught him in the crapper with the clapper; While he was doin caci I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell Either way I'ma lead the way, 'cause only time'll tell I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggas, show me the boss Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin' up North I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein' So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there And no innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare Like I really care who catches strays from the MAC Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track Nigga you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus You can't ignore us, nigga you know how we roll Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole [Hook] [Verse 2] Can't no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx'll back We got the nicest niggas alive talkin bout, "Papi's nasty" Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache Posse not even the cops could catch me I'm too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move ass Soon as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs My game is tight - you wanna play, just name your price Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist And I'm the trifest on the field Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to kill This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra And I'mma blast ya til your whole click respeta Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra 'tate quieta, the bitch got a bad temper Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance You be lucky to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance So take a chance, but expect the worst Put my foot so far up your ass The sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Rain & The Sun (Interlude)[Chorus] And though the rain Keeps fallin' down I know the sun Won't wash away And though the rain Keeps fallin' down I know the sun Won't wash away [Prospect] You see, that's what I do I sing, that's my outlet You need one [Big Pun] I ain't no fuckin' singer [Prospect] But you are- One of the best I've ever heard When you rhyme- It's like, it's like music to me It's magic Don't ever take it for granted You have a gift [Chorus (simultaneously playing)] And though the rain Keeps fallin' down I know the sun Won't wash away And though the rain Keeps fallin' down I know the sun Won't wash away [Prospect] You have to share it Understand? Come on Pun Just try One time Then they all know You understand? Then they all know That you the one [Chorus: Big Pun] And though the rain Keeps fallin' down I know the sun Won't wash away [Prospect + Big Pun] Yeah, yeah-yeah Like that Twin You got it Now they all know Got you Props You know I got you Twin Much loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New York GiantsC'mon.. Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh.. (Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!) C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!! Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut Long time comin, ya heard? M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher [Pun] What'cha gon' do? Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me? [Verse 1: Big Punisher] This is for my twenty-five to life bidders Pork fried rice eaters New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters We the truth, don't let your dead body be the proof Leave your wisdom rotten with holes - and I don't mean your tooth I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent The spirit's born, here to bring life to the dormant Right where you snoring from night to the morning Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad Or Christ how you want it? I got what you need From God to the streets, come on motherfucker you talkin to me? Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you Bop with the dumb Glock Hunchback, like Quasimoto Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P [Pun] Set off the sirens [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!) [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" [Pun] C'mon - violence! [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa [MOP] New York Giants [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" [Big Punisher] I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell Or ring the bell like you wanna test talk, and just - rock your world Like Dahved Levy, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me Cock the glizzy give you one back peace to 'Pac and Biggie Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin A perfect strike - let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight? I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural Attribute your crew turn those goons to statue like Medusa was lookin at you Clap you with your own heat - Homie If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G Chorus (first 1/2) [Pun] Violence [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] B.X [MOP] Violence [Pun] B.K [MOP] Violence [Lil' Fame] I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!) "How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name It's the One slash, Seven-One-Eight, slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU) Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you I rep for my cellblock niggas And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!" Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Merc out on machines with loud pipes Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes [Billy Danzini] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE) First (FAM).. easy soldier! I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Satan's got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan When you found out your main man was named Danze Nigga - I'm filled with anger! You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Cobra your life is in danger (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro[Extract from the film Fresh] [Kid 1] Bam, Spider-Man go down Bam, Daredevil go down All them niggas is going down Punisher be taking they ass out [Kid 2] X-Men take out the Punisher [Kid 1] X-Man baby stuff, homes All their costumes And powers ain't shit Punisher the real dope, homie [Kid 3] Word, I seen a seven-foot-tall White Terminator nigga... With twenty guns on my roof Just the other day [Kid 1] Punisher be takin' out All your stupid heroes He be sayin' Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Take out that nigga! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Legendary Cypher[Yasiin Bey (Mos Def)] Fake, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then assemble it! Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee You see me? [DMX] Yo, niggas don't know so I gotta flip It seem they've forgotten how dark it could get When I bark, when I hit, scratch like a Pit We both know you pussy but you stay talking shit What I'mma have to do dog, run up when you rest Catch you while you comfortable with one up in your vest One up in yo chest, of course they the hollows You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow I'mma go platinum... You gots to be kiddin'? (Nah!) I'mma go platinum! No bullshittin' And I'mma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows Strippin' ho's, gettin dough, let me go And niggas know, who the best is The dog, DMX is, the rest is or might as well be helpless I'm wreckless cause when I wreck shit I might snatch a niggas necklace And then go from like midnight to breakfast [John Forté] Yo, yo, my Alma mater is the rooftop, back in '85 With summer cookouts to crack lookouts Mega-hookers with pocketbooks out The corner's where we hung out, my uncle that was strung out Beef during the drought and all the guns that we brung out Niggas hustle for cloud, Brownsville street type bouts Blackouts, ultra-lootin', door to door army recruitin' Drug lords continue shootin' in weathers, and come Novembers Sleep in red snow, where niggas bled so, the spot control Gold-chains with diamond-links makes product in kitchen sinks Think tanks matching to banks, stuck up bitches actin' stank Gun-play without provisions, went on twenty-type collisions Weed spots getting took when po-nine run the jooks Crooked beats crooks be lurkin' hurtin' To catch a body workin' to say they perks when It's a nigga head they burstin' first and last I'll lock your block then smack that ass Cum-laude and street-wise, slide fast [Mic Geronimo] Alright, I'm in fascination with the shorter words, turn to audible Put a little more to it try to blow through See it's like the way you think and I've been made to endure I floored rap like [?] [?] Gangs, straightaways moving out of buckets, some change Paralyzed while I hit you like Colombian King And I'm soaring, killing words they couldn't explain Spark flames, so it burn slow, feeling me every bit As much as Dutch know though, a ransom, my thumbs crush My motivation lands where the guns bust I know myself and the law we might trust Mic like a cold-brush, goin' front porch to the street Movin' through this life of speed Tryna square and exonerate, they're here to eat Besides that, dude you got me feeling the beat It's like this, freestyle off of the cap With my nigga Big Pun, cause he bust mad raps That's DMX, we rock this shit, no doubt With my nigga Canibus, let me show you how Now we get down to the specifics, the Heineken I be grabbing up the mic before we rhyme again What time again? Don't talk to brainless such People around the way tell me that I smoke too much I'm rolling in the Dutch, that's the thing I do While I'm chilling with my niggas from the Q.U The zoo niggas ride, we like gorillas and such While we ripping you through cause we just too much Freestyle off the top of my brain, I maintain Showing the motherfucking stress in the game Still I wouldn't break, the flow fast, Speedy McSlow Geronimo, I get the dough nigga, what? [Big Pun] I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap Like Adam and Eve from the garden I'm carving my initials on your forehead So every night before bed you see the BP shine Off the board-head, reverse that, I curse at the first whack Nigga with the worst rap cause he ain't worth jack Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack Hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongues packing the ones Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana C'mon pana, we need more rhymers Feel the marijuana snake bite; anaconda A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar I'm pure adrenaline uncut, straight to the gut medicine Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser As smart as MacGyver can put honor inside the heart of a liar Involved in a life of crime, fuck it I like the shine Up in the white and lime, clutch with the pipe design Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out If you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished, say goodnight Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet Settling beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on stagger So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound You ever heard, desert bird player, you outta bounds You could ramble out the mouth, like you Rambo But you slouch, if we battled you'd be out Without a shadow of a doubt and that's the ugly truth Killers walk with muddy boots Once my dogs cut me loose, that's a bullet in your bubbly-goose Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy? Barkin' like you wady I'll have you crawlin, walking like a baby Don't try to play me cause I'm not a playa Aiyyo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potata I'm 'bout to make a million dollars but still I'm rowdy So I hope I'm rap and rhyming before I have to kill somebody That's how it is in the stone jungle if you known to own a bundle Guaranteed a nigga gon mug you And no one love you when you broke as shit Focus kid, commercials don't lie, curse you to die Coke is it, rob your life away, that's a big price to pay Forgetting to teach his kid how to ride his bike today stupid [Canibus] 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 homosexual rapper would do So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showing 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 ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z Now you want to fuck with me? Nigga you crazy You dripping with wack juice, and you can't get it off You better be prepared to finish what you start Give me the respect that I deserve or I'mma take it by force Blast you with a fourty-five 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 ninth 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 something different A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin' Somebody that he gotta know is better than him But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him Well let me tell you something: you might got more cash then 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 Clap, clap, now watch me rip the tat from your arm Stick you in the groin, kick you in your Vanguard award Stacks a 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 off-hand 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 you And I'mma make the world see it too Straight-up and down [Canibus] Canibus and the Punisher The ultimate executioner's dream Swinging the guillotine Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon The brain remains conscious for ten seconds Long enough for me to give you one last message And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it Don't ever get it confused Fuckin' with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew From Moet bottles, to bar stools, fruits, and foods You got a album out? You get hit with your CD, too Runnin' outside lyin', cryin', denyin' That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got fucked by him What's the difference? Y'all niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness Too busy mixin' your bidness with your bitches While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating all over his fingers Like Dirk Diggler in the middle of Boogie Nights Sniffin' white, living the hype, he ruined his life But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right So make sure your grip is tight or I'ma snatch your mic Word up, like thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My WorldUhh, yes y'all baby Yeah, yeah, work it out Work it out dawg, work it out now Uhh, y'all motherfuckers, big dawgs in the house what? Terror Squad what? Terror Squad what? I ain't a rapper, I just bust a lot, off the top What, yo, yo [Big Pun] The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio Niggas talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin' nothin' If ain't blazin' somethin with the MAC I'm in the shack bakin' muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my squad been waitin' For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin' An orgi-nation of veterans built With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills My tec and my steel turn your whole crew into vegatables We blessed with the will to never surrender 'Cause my every agenda's in and out Unseen like I entered the ninja [Chorus] It's my world girl, either love it or leave If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin' the weave Suckin' the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man Call me The Godfather, controllin' the fam' Runnin' the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings [Big Pun] Stupid.. gimme yours You be lookin' bunny rabbit Give your pants bunny rabbits, what you know about that? I ain't about to pop you stupid Fuck the small talk, niggas know Pun keep the fo' cocked Don't walk too fast, might pass through the wrong block Don't stop, keep it movin', the streets'll ruin The average man, faster than, the motherfuckin' teamsters union We doin' dirt cause we gotta, five dolla a hour Three kids and my motherfuckin' big mama My Sig Sauer got different plans, God knows I'm just a man So hide your wrist if it's glistenin Listen man, we just niggas tryin' to work it out Listen friend, strictly biz it's nothin personal We thirsty now and I ain't drinkin' out of plastic cups Platinum plus (Thorough) crystal glasses with the fancy cuts Fancy us, livin' life lavish Drippin' ice cabbage, livin' in the six, with some white bad bitch Tight package I gotta pass I'm from the ghetto nigga, I like a lot of ass [Chorus] It's my world girl, either love it or leave If you was my girl, you'd be thuggin' the weave Suckin' the blow pop, with a ring in your tongue Baby don't stop, that's how you bring it to Pun If this is my world, I'd be Tony the man Call me The Godfather, controllin' the fam' Runnin' the whole coast, I'd be a mafia king Nothin but the finest diamonds in my watch and my rings [Big Pun] Word life T. Squad holdin' it down, y'knahmean? Gettin' this money by any means baby Let me get the fuck up outta here, 'fore I break somethin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Uncensored[Big Punisher] Big motherfuckin Pun in the house [Funkmaster Flex] Pun easy, Pun.. [Big Punisher] C'mon now it's me baby, from the Bronx, c'mon [Funkmaster Flex] You right, you right, fuck it [Big Punisher] Ahh, there we go [Funkmaster Flex] So, I mean, since we on the, Pun man, I mean I'ma be honest with you, I mean, y'know I know we discussed a lot of things tonight [Big Punisher] Tell me you remembered the joints right? Say it [Funkmaster Flex] Pun I, I heard you are really, really fuckin I mean.. [Big Punisher] Yeah! *both crack up laughing* No doubt! [Funkmaster Flex] I mean Pun, I mean, y'know I mean I'm hearin, I'm hearin you I'm hearin, I'm hearin you doin your thing [Big Punisher] I'm tryin y'all I'm tryin man y'know [Funkmaster Flex] Ya ya CRUSHIN a lot? I'm hearin ya, ya know those, those rumors [Big Punisher] Get it off your chest, what you got to say? [Funkmaster Flex] I'm hearin these rumors man, those rumors is.. [Big Punisher] A lot of pussy right? *Flex cracks up* Tell me the rumors, c'mon *Flex still laughing* That we the best, what is it? *Flex laughing* C'mon Terror Squad got ten million dollar, uh, advance coming? What is it? [Funkmaster Flex] I'm I'm, I'm hearin I'm hearin the girls man I mean, there's a lot [Big Punisher] The women they love me They love me, they love me Biggie gave me a couple of pointers yaknowhatI'msayin? I gotta use that man, gotta use that, they love that See you know a few pointers, yaknowhatI'msayin? I'm sayin give it to me and tell me what Puff's crew already knew We're utilizing that [Funkmaster Flex] I'm I'm, I'm hearin you I'm hearin the, aff aff, you know That like, a few girls and hearin some more, some stories Of orgies with Terror Squad [Big Punisher] We get, we get down We run trizznain Say trizznain [Funkmaster Flex] Trizznain [Big Punisher] Trizznain, we run trizznain [Funkmaster Flex] Trizznain [Big Punisher] Trizz Nathaniel to you [Funkmaster Flex] I'm hearin, I mean, I'm I'm hearin You and Joe are out at, y'know, out there fuckin [Big Punisher] We do our thing We we're like, two fuckin wild bears, just *Flex cracks up 'Get out of here!'* .. in the woods, naked It's a sight, it's a sight *Flex crackin up* Son you can't look directly at our asses You'd go blind *Flex crackin up* But if you glimpse look y'know, you can catch us [Funkmaster Flex] I can't fuckin take it! *gasping for air* [Big Punisher] Sent out to Tracy *Flex laughing and howling* Easy.. you have to run trizz with us one time Then you'd know [Funkmaster Flex] *in a high pitched voice* I can't fuck with you! Ohh shit! Ohhhahaha, yo..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mamma[Hook: Tony Sunshine] Mamma.. I don't understand Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man I said mamma.. now I'm on the run Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh.. what have I done? [Verse 1: Big Pun] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly "I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?" That ain't right! I had to put him in his place Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles? I put 'em in his face I didn't have to disgrace myself, I hate myself AHORA A TU *BLAH BLAH* Brace yourself Thats the law the streets are like basketball Sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what? Too much hate, time to break the lock I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies You get life for three in a row Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID) [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Pun] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll Made me believe I could achieve the impossible Now you know one of my weaknesses, but Punisher keeps it glizz So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself That's how you'll end up twelve years old; Bein charged as an adult Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit Until I finally realized, we're just niggas and spics That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real? Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description .. fuck you talkin about? I live here This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga! That's my daughter right there playin.. fuck off me! Get the fuck off! [Hook] [Bridge: Big Pun] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother God bless her soul And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me And for this I give you my soul, I love you [Hook - whispered; a woman cries out in agony] [Outro: Tony Sunshine] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.. I just killed a man.. Ma-mmaaaa.. what am I to do?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ms. Martin[Intro: Big Pun] Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool 'em Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, knahmean In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfuckin' man Y'all niggas better lay low Catch you where it hurt, knahmean Blow your balls off nigga [Refrain: Big Pun] Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC, better believe that She always got my back, nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack, where the weed at She don't know how to act, 'cause that's my girl black With that monster rap, better believe that You know the Bronx is back, she represent that 'Cause Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that My niggas love to scrap [Verse 1: Remy Ma] I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers The type to cop a Range along with all the features Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us Straight strong armin', bombardin', and bogardin' Remy don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin' While fraud broads don't get no publishin, still be bitin' They kill me lyin, like they the ones doin the scribin' When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin' I flows like water, got this drizzle with little C Catch me with Pun eatin Skittles in the middle of Little Italy Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot and drop shit Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef and Broccoli's Doin it, If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it New improved shit, the year start with a two shit Next millennium, sell a million, Clue shit Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless 'Cause I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list [Refrain: Big Pun] Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC, better believe that She always got my back, nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack, where the weed at She don't know how to act, 'cause that's my girl black With that monster rap, better believe that You know the Bronx is back, she represent that 'Cause Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that My niggas love to scrap [Verse 2: Remy Ma] Remy Martin, dash, reminisce, slash Remy, cash like a check in a stash Me without rhymes is like a flynt with no flash Stripper with no ass, car with no gas Tryna go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast I love the sounds of the shells fallin' down Love to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck liquor When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our guns is bigger If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga pull the trigga How you figure, you could really come and take what's mine And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah He'll send the troops out, my brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same shit Quick to flip, but your name should be prickless 'Cause every time you open your mouth, you suckin' my dick Talkin' shit, as if you a soldier,nigga When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders, nigga Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga Inhale, cock back and bust, just because I know none of y'all busters is touchin' us I got the thoroughest thugs and, baby reminisces That don't give a fuck, with a aim that never misses Hugs and kisses never, just slugs and stitches Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on Just copped the pink mink, and winter been gone I been on this thug shit y'all can't seem to fuck with My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin' mustard No fair, 'cause I don't care I go to war wit a musket Just give me some Oreos, a jar of 'dro and two dutches 'Cause Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market Now he got the nicest bitch, what, Remy Martin [Refrain: Big Pun] Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC, better believe that She always got my back, nigga twirl that About to blaze a sack, where the weed at She don't know how to act, 'cause that's my girl black With that monster rap, better believe that You know the Bronx is back, she represent that 'Cause Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that My niggas love to scrapEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantastic 4)* [Verse One] -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP" * [Verse Two] -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional" [Verse One] Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein the judge for drug possession The four-D's, all these is more reas' To either get big, or leave and let live We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze Don't try to breeze, or I'mma squeeze and blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthenics I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics My matureness is my insurance Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join em I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours [Verse Two] Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip You keep playin.. and I get furious quick And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongooseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lyrically Fit[Intro: Various] Yo, yo, Elaquaz Gates speaking Y’all know me Once again, we definitely do not need no hooks (Word up) No hooks This is the TWIsMer symphony ‘Til infinity! Yeah! What you want? Yeah, check it, check it Something like this, check it [Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo, why you rhyming like you killing niggas You ain’t never feel a trigger Screaming that you real, but you’re still beginners I make examples out you ample rappers Smack you, make you trample backwards Catch you falling flat then strap you back in Pampers That’s a sample just to let you know Test me and invest in souls Especially on some flesh meats that was left on skulls Those opposing, holding grudges, will be holding crutches Motherfuckers blasting me, that’s blasphemy, I’m old to roughage Who’s the toughest? As rough as they come, I’ll snuff ‘em Any one of you bluffing, my name ain’t Punisher for nothing Keep huffing and puffing, I’ll blow your face in When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis-ing Chasing po-po out of puerto town, loco ‘til I part the ground In my coffin tossed into the lost and found Down in deep beneath the weather in my leather job Six feet forever, half-asleep— Bronx niggas never die [Verse 2: Chris Rivers] I be the awesome maker, off the coffin breaker, awesome order shaker Work invader, Jordans flossing off then I’m the chocha taster Clique vodka knickerbocker, wicked boxer, sickest monster March, Scala uppercut them thick sponsors you dick-chompers Incredible, Tennessee’s dragging blood in the pedigree Immortalizing everyone, beat you down for like centuries Impressing me? Barely, your life is not necessary I’m Peter Pan to you fairies, nefarious action bearing Criminal, lyrically I’m parallel yet minimal Keep on talking shit, I’ll put your body with the minerals Grow a tree, known to be explosive, ain’t no holding me Fifty thousand blunts and you could count ‘em as my potency Ocean-deep inside your mom’s esophagus Gargle it and hawk up spit Shut up, little nigga, give your moms a kiss Pitiful, and we never stumble on the lyrical Even if we stutter, we will still sh-sh-shit on you [Verse 3: Cormega] You know exactly what you dealing with, a captivating lyricist Who get it in with a pen or extended clip, killin’ it Like children in the city of God, we rock Timberlands While chilling on villainous blocks, you not built for this Infinite skill is genuine, realism Apparently I give you a clear picture So you understand I’m not playing with you, better ask somebody Go by my men who show me love, loyalty, and respect Or your family crying as you lying That’s my word I’m standing by The red dot on your head will leave you absentminded For acting live, the man who’s wiser advances higher If you think life’s a bitch, the passion’s dying You lack the fire to satisfy, the smasher-riders Thinking they can see me are merely blinded by their denial It’s a clear reminder, there’s levels, I continue rising You and your feelings are for women, I have the finest [Verse 4: Shaquille O’Neal] My caliber’s incredible, Shaq is a regular Hunting down your sector or moving like the Predator Camouflage injecter-a, rhyme rector-a Front-line connector of drastic measure-a Round One recommender-a in the splendor of In my crib I create, send your ass upstate I’m remarkable, remake, you remind, I retake I was born this great, you reenact your fate Fool, niggas in the boroughs better activate Expeditiously, Shaq will get loose on brakes Twenty-four hours, seven days a week My God, tell me what y’all know about me I blow up your block like a M-80 A blockbuster, whether or not my style’s gutter Niggas talking shit, damn, y’all can’t fade me You the past, bro, gone like the ‘80s [Verse 5: Easy Mo Bee] Break it down, Shaq, a few of these emo got that back black From Brooklyn to Orlando, we play, top-of-the-stacking ‘em We racking ‘em, tray two on the knapsack, click-clacking ‘em With caliber, having a good time getting back at ‘em TWIsM, get wism, recognize the O’Nealism Soul survivor, I strive, more beats is what I give ‘em I live ‘em, eat, swallow, and breathe one, heard you need one Word is bond, put that down on my only seat, son Running full-court, five mics in The Source Elbows and knees, please give respect to the boss The on-the-real, the on-the-regular, the go-for-jugular The rap smuggler, the giving-props-to-Smoothe-da-Hustler Rappin’ is fundamental, sole survivor in the nation You face it, the crew next a few, man, lace ‘em [Outro: Big Pun] The bigger we are, the harder we hit The harder we hit (What, nigga?) Lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we’re coming out Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important Not the spite, it’s full extortion The bigger we are, the harder we hit The harder we hit (What, nigga?) Lyrically fit for this type of shit Push us in a corner and we’re coming out Fighting, what you’re writing ain’t important Not the spite, it’s full extortion Full extortionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy How We Roll ’98{*dice being shook up and thrown, i.e. "Tumblin Dice"*} [Big Pun] You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin out the custard cream Viper Custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallions Mockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad I got the +Squad+ over-qualified, pullin over Karl Kani Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide Sparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housin Like the Wu do in Shaolin [Hook: A. Rios, C. Rios, V. Rios, Veronica] There's something I want to tell you (I want to tell you) There's something I think your crew should know Big Pun is the largest (so large) we straight out of the projects That's how we roll.. (that's how we roll..) [Big Pun] I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat What you broke motherfuckers know about that? Lookin fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli On the celly blown Benz, chrome rims Shinin like the stone gems on my gold rings I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story That soared me from livin poorly to a modern day Cinderfella I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga But now I'm like Puffy cause money's thicker than blood player I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip Call my connects together And figure which cleaner's the best for the hit I get the job done, Pun's handlin business Candlelight dinners, havin a toast with the most glamorous bitches My road to riches was no Christmas Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses So expensive my whole family's religious [Hook] [Big Pun] Aiyyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle I'm tryin to triple a million and split it three ways Joe the God, Full Eclipse, and myself - that'll be the day I need a way to get it already got the ambition Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition I'm on a mission which requires a higher position Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna last But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin on your ass I'm all about cash and the power A stash with the power that lasts like hittin ass for an hour Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops Forget the cops, we got Deserts and Glocks too Ready to rock whoever tryin to stop our cheddar from stockin forever [Hook] - 2X (*with variations*) [Big Pun] Straight out the PJ's Twinz, Soundview! Castle Hill, can't forget Bronx River Lil Villes.. huh, the Forest Projects, Eden Wald Bronxdale, the Bronx baby straight out the PJ's That's where we fromEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hot 97 freestyle[Verse 1] Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you That's, mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong The marriage, a bond of havoc and song This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked In the closet of my castle of Grayskull I'm possum at grade school, that's how I have to debate you Raps are like cables, snatchin' you fatal That's how master degrades you I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soo) if he passes through my label Snatchin' his halo God I pray that you send my father back as an angel Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin' I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin' I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable [Verse 2] Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggas is praisin' me Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery It pays to be amazingly flavery Gaze Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you New York niggas is trigger happy, Pataki scared This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere) There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental While slow niggas better know I blow their brains out they temples I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author Compatible with the average New Yorker A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer Out for the cash and the cho-cha Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old And I've already broken every law I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed [Verse 3] Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head) Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap Cuz he ain't worth jack Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack Hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I be rappin' and tongue's packin' The ones, magnums, cannons and gatlin' guns It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony, Montana You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana C'mon-pana we need more rhymers Feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Don’t Care[Cuban Link] Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah.. Uhh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry) (I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) We rock the party and.. [Verse 1: Cuban Link] YEAH, I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun My fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT? With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK So nigga WHAT? [Chorus: Big Pun and Cuban Link] [Pun] Tear the club up! [Link] Cause we don't care [Pun] E'rybody strip [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] Shoot the place up! [Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] T. Squaders [Link] Yes, yeah we don't care [Pun] Fuck you nigga! [Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Yo I'm livin in madness, given the Spanish props I got to have it Loadin and bustin' up mad clips, gettin' up asses Grabbin' the girls on they asses Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Giuliani laws My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver And holdin the Glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot Baby better head for the hills, my niggas wild for the night My lead ready to peel this shit really real My clip really filled, your chick better chill My dick fit to kill, we fittin to ill No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers Sour the grapes of those opposin the Squaders Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama I'mma keep it funky for homies up in Elmira You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge Carter kids stuck to the projects Go ahead keep checkin that ball N' me n' Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips Keep talkin that thug shit like you bored In a year? when you gonna buck shit? Whether there's hundreds And what? this count as more shit [Chorus: Big Pun and Cuban Link] [Pun] Tear the club up! [Link] Cause we don't care [Pun] E'rybody strip [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] Shoot the place up! [Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] T. Squaders [Link] Yes, yeah we don't care [Pun] Fuck you nigga! [Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Cuban Link] Uhh.. Yeah.. Big Punisher.. Cuban Link.. Terror Squad.. Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way.. Anything goes.. The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sex, Money & Drugs[Next] Whoahhh yes (Next) Honey yes yes (Big Pun) Intro/Chorus: Big Pun and Next (Sex) Sex money and drugs (Money) Where I rest it's all about whips honeys and thugs (& Drugs) See me run with the Playboy Bunnies up in the clubs But I only trust the homies that know me now show me love (Sex) For my thugs what? Sex money and drugs (Money) Where I rest it's all about whips honeys and thugs (& Drugs) See me run with the Playboy Bunnies up in the clubs But I only trust the homies that know me now show me love [Big Pun] Let's Talk About Sex, quiet as kept, we all X-rated The flesh make it hard to resist, I can't take it But I'm only human, on a quest to find a horny woman Lonely enough to ball with me, Seis, Tone and Cuban We run trains like Amtraks, orally remove your Tampax To show you how a real man acts I ain't embarassed, but I ain't ready for no baby carriage Especially if the date is average and I ain't a savage We be at it like jackrabbits, I'm a Kraftmatic So catch your breath, if you asthmatic Let me backstab it with my magic wand, ask your moms If Long Dong can fuck with Don Juan it's on Got my jaw right on top of your spine, relaxin your mind I'm top of the line so it's not gonna slime It's not just a rhyme precious, it's my pleasure It's just another day in the hood for me and my niggas My niggas Chorus [Big Pun] Aiyyo I want it all, you could call me greedy or superficial Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle I'm tryin to triple a million and split it three ways Joe the God, full eclipsin myself, that'll be the day I need a way to get it already got the ambition Start the ignition watch for the NARCs in the marked expedition I'm on a mission which requires a higher position Desire efficient used the fire inside of me glistenin And I'm infinite like math so I'm gonna last Whatchu wanna laugh all day, bullshittin sittin on your ass I'm all about the cash and the power, I stash with the powder The dash like hittin ass for an hour, let's get it locked I want a watch with baguetted rocks So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops Forget the cops, we got digits and Glocks too Ready to rock, whoever tryin to stop my cheddar from stockin forever Chorus [Big Pun] It's hard holdin on, singin the words to the same song Remainin strong through the storm but the rain is long The pain is gone only when I sleep But even then when I'm in it deep I dream that I'm bein beat I seen the beast take life and say he had a knife The truth was, he had a wife who never even had a fight It's paradise for some and hell for others, they tell us They love us long as we kill our brothers and stay out the suburbs These motherfuckers think we dumb and blind, but there come A time in life when I gotta fight for what is mine So I'ma shine summertime hard, feel me rhyme God Alter your light table like a tripod, it's type hard So you need to listen, if you puffin weed or sniffin Motherfuckers always gonna treat you different Play your position, don't get caught up in the game Cause snortin cocaine, is like feedin pork to the brain Get it together ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Dream Shatterer (Original)[Production by Buckwild] [Verse 1] Aiyyo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin my initials on your forehead So every night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the board head Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap Cause he ain't worth jack Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack Hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggas be swearin I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I be rappin and tounge's packin The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony... Montana You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana C'mon pana we be mob rhymers Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda A man of honour wouldn't wanna try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda grammar [Hook] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin like you Satan when I'm the rhymin abomination [Repeat Hook] [Verse 2] I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn! Higher and hotter than lava this scholar advisor is smart as MacGyver To put honor inside the heart of a liar Involved in a life of crime (crime!) fuck it I like the shine (shine!) Up in the white and lime (lime!) Comes with the pipe design Plushed out! (No doubt!) Both pockets about to bust out If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT! Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet Settlin beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is known to stagger So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound You ever heard; desert bird player you outta bounds [Hook] - 3X [Verse 3] You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial I'll come and get you and let the desert eez tounge kiss you With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic It makes rappers disappear, whipser in your ear Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further For reverse birth, every verse hurts, every curse word's Already more offending than Eddie Murph's worst I thirst for blood like a vampire Any man claimin his game's tighter - IS A GOD DAMN LIAR! I set him on fire, retire your train of thought Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down I'm no joke! I soak your face with a sweeper Die in disgrace, or face your death through the speaker [Hook] - 4X, fades outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intermission (Capital Punishment)[Produced by Mike Zulu]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Was Wrong[Intro: Drag-On] What? T-S nigga Y'all don't know? [Bridge: Drag-On] Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx You's wrong, nigga we can get it on [Verse 1: Drag-On] Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune Gimme forty-thou, you can have your child, you don't know What I had to go through, to clap this clown Check my background The last nigga to see you bleed The last nigga to see you breathe The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed And Drag move quick, blend right in the wall like a brick The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist 'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss It's damn near on your lips Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons Nigga I'm pumpin my raw, I ain't thugging no more Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer My circumstance, you ain't got that chance Mines in my draw, you get it? Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid And make me use one, unless you not a bitch [Bridge: Big Pun] Aiyyo it's on, you thought I was wack You was wrong, album double plat Yo it's on, stop talkin shit You was wrong, get off my dick [Verse 2: Big Pun] How dare you doubt or deny Big Pun, the undoubtable The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you You can't tell me nothing, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin somethin' Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash But I really will KICK YOUR ASS Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, rudeboy, what the bomboclaat? On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin' everyone Don't wanna get locked? Stand back and watch Where you from? How dare you come and try to shit where I eat Fuck you nigga, literally Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas Because up north you be tossin' salads with maple syrup I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one Why you always gotta be right nigga? Why can't you ever be wrong? [Bridge: Fat Joe] Now it's on, from the Bronx where its at You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back Now it's on, stay on with the gat You was wrong, it's the Don, Joey Crack [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack Make your body fold back Lift his soul with the chrome mack I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped You heard there's money on the block, we control that I got the work in the pot where that stove at Cook it up 'till it's rock, get my dough back You niggas so wack, tryna compete I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin' Ain't nobody gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine Neva did believe in the Don's Since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong [Bridge: Remi Martin] Aiyyo, it's on, though I'd stay on the block You was wrong, now Remi on the rock So it's on, thought I wasn't gonna drop You was wrong, I was right all along [Verse 4: Remi Marin] I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch And everytime you spit, I'mma spit some sicker shit Ridiculous, I reminisce and blaze the track Type of shit make a nigga wanna play it back Y'all hatin' that, but I'mma make 'em all believers Fuck hot, I'mma come and straight drop a fever Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader And for the followers, I'mma leave their heads hollower Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver Layin' in a hospital, hooked up the monitors Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first 'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse I blame the church, how God let you lie like that Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't never rhymed like that How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Whatcha Gon Do?Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo, yo... [Verse 1] It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane Acknowledge the fame My college terrain was the rugged streets from Harlem to Queens Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream That Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as a crack That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back And start it from scratch I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage Tryin to savor these few dyin days I have left, to the form of flesh Should I lie in my grave? I'm tryin to persuade, my mind to try to be brave And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid That's why I rise from the grave singing church songs like I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum [Hook x2] Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at ya front door And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar.. ooooh (holy shit) yeah He ain't a rapper he'll kill you [Verse 2] Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (come on) and welcome drama (yeah) Wit open arms and a code of honor My hole persona equals that of gods Definin' matters hard and more before you even had a job I'll stab and rob if I have to Fuck it i'll blast you, tell the devil it was Pun if he ask you And let him know how we be deadin' um' Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium A child is born that can perform at a level beyond The expected 4 minute 30 second song We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream Wit the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine Executioner style, black suit and a smile Who's next to get they neck hacked loose in the crowd, move from the aisle Don't make me have to prove that I'm wild Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggas shoot in the clouds (Who's in the house) Punisher's straight from hell. Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real) What's the deal, now you know that's how we roll Hard core like BO bring in the chorus baby broEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rhyme for Rhyme[Verse 1: Big Punisher] Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets I'm bell Atlantic with lyrics expanding for galaxies Battle me mathematically, I'm giving your wisdom a cavity Rapidly flowing, controlling the time, jump over the line I'm blowing your mind, with just a flow of the rhyme I'm Hogan in his prime, too strong and fast, niggas' could bomb and blast C'mon, you still be on your ass I'm satisfaction guaranteed, spit fiction like Quentin Tarantine Kick you in your baddest dream, shit you haven't seen I have to be perfectly honest We should have an anniversary to acknowledge, the way I work the Ebonics I verbally vomit on novice niggas' that try to kid us with garbage lyrics My style delivers, outside the outer limits I'm like the pyramids cause every point is precise, now you know me for life 3 pound Cuban studded with ice [Verse 2: Cormega] Yo as d.e.a predicted, I'm in my PJ's waving a biscuit Cops raided my lab, and enslaved my mistress When I speak, you listenin'. The way I rhyme I leave precision Until your mind freak your mic out in each position The 5 40 out piped out with deep dishes Check the flow, never test it yo I manifest it like drug connects pitch and blow Destined for greatness, check they way my necklace glow Fake niggas' hate this. You think something sweet about me? Come taste this, 9 in your face kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Freestyle With Remy Martin[Big Pun] Yo yo yo What the fuck, Terror Squad All we do is battle what; what, what what Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler Ring rattlin microphone fiend spline splatterer King of the throne, bringin it home five nights Up in The Source - five mics Whippin a Porsche - high price Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is mindbendin Imaginin Angie nuttin but panties and my 911 That's what I'm reppin the thug tech and the glove Step in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to give me the hardest {penis} You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the dark Long as she run the battle she got a place in my heart [Remy Martin] Yo.. yo, yo, yo All of a sudden the big question is, yo who this bitch Remy-nisce? Is she really thorough with her borough, can she represent? Do Remy write every line and every rhyme that she spit? Is she, really the shit, is her flow really sick? Get off my dick, keep your sorry ass compliments I get mad quick y'all knowin me ain't got no sense Bitch don't try to play me, because you not a player Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangster It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a hoe Had to leave niggas bleedin just so we could get our dough It get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason On the Bruckner, like fuck you, gettin weeded and speedin I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you niggas Cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggas Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of Randall Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't really handle I ain't havin it, get the cash out the cabinet Before I stab the bastard baby in the bassonet I'll, body a botty bwoy, blow his gut open Leave son chokin, gun still smokin Know how many niggas like, "I bet you Pun wrote it" Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heavyweights[Fat Joe] Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy) Don Carta' bomb harder (we makin a BOMB mayne) Terror Squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, Terror Squad) Don Carta' bomb harder (Suave House) what the fuck? Violator, Violator! Yeah, uhh, yo.. No heart, that's why them other niggas foul Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A.T.L At 12 up in the Gentelman's Club Where you ain't fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt Not givin a fuck, that's the life I live Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her 16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me My squad be bringin more "Havoc" than "Prodigy" Ain't no stoppin me, I got killers that'll pop for me Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property Cop a seat and watch the Terror Squad prophecy Chorus: Eightball, Big Punisher (This is for the heavyweights) [8] Make no mistakes Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake (This is for the heavyweights) We runnin from jail Stackin that mail, tippin the scale (This is for the heavyweights) [Pun] Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice I'm so big, niggas see me twice (This is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, nigga say our names (This is for the heavyweights) Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice I'm so big, niggas see me twice (This is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, nigga say our names [Eightball] Yeah, yeah Take it to the next level, Joe, Crack and Big Ball Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all All been warned, this heavyweight combination Connected in the disclosed location So niggas won't be runnin up and make me have to slug at, above that Part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with Three titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit Them niggas wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray shit Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes Hard lines from my mind took Eightball big time With Fat Joe and Big Pun I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want NONE Chorus: Big Punisher (This is for the heavyweights) [Pun] Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice I'm so big, niggas see me twice (This is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, nigga say our names (This is for the heavyweights) Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice I'm so big, niggas see me twice (This is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, nigga say our names (This is for the heavyweights..) [Big Pun] Yo, aiyyo fuck you! Fuck your whole crew for breathin Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no reason I don't give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth It's one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the grass Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ??, shake and you crash You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo' past Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you, takin a bath UP NORTH - you wouldn't last a day and a half I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' ass Before you can say, "Take me at last, I'm ready for death" Now you just heavnely strapped A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist.. .. you motherfuckers ready for this? Grab your crucifix, tell god I'm coming for your juicy lips You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain I'll bring You got beef with Pun, nigga say my name I don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with Punk bitch, that's why yo' mother suck dick! What... Chorus: Big Punisher (This is for the heavyweights) Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice I'm so big, niggas see me twice (This is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, nigga say our names (This is for the heavyweights) Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice I'm so big, niggas see me twice (This is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, nigga say our names (This is for the heavyweights)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Livin’ La Vida Loca (Trackmasters Remix)* originally on Ricky Martin's "Livin' La Vida Loca" 12" [Big Punisher] Yeah baby There ain't nothing better You know you like it like that Check it out yo, yo She had it goin on, red bone, fresh out of Bayamon In the calle long, Dona Ana throwin at her corazon I should of know she was a cachatera Always watching novelas with her abuela Gossiping that bonchinchera Thought that she was better Cause she was pure boricuan I was New Yorican, the Bronx Pledging my true allegiance But now you're leaving me See I lost out before See you in my next life, adios mi amor Mi amor [Ricky] She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make me fall She'll make you take your clothes off Going dancing in the rain She'll make you live her crazy life The girl will drive you right insane 2 - [Ricky] Upside, inside out She's livin' la vida loca She'll push and pull you down Livin' la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skin's the color of mocha She will wear you out Livin' la vida loca [Ricky] Woke up in New York City In a funky, cheap hotel She took my heart and she took my money She must have slip me a sleeping pill She never drinks the water Makes you order French champagne Once you've had a taste of her You're guaranteed to go insane Repeat 2 (2x) [Cuban Link] Yo, yo Joe the first day I saw her face She had me walking in space Wanting to say something But I was frozen, stuck in one place I ain't fronting Seis she was more amazing in grace The type of face you pay to say everyday upon the stage [Fat Joe] I met her at a rave Back in the days We could of got engaged Shorty's body was tight Have many that ask her aids Masquerades and mardi Gras She likes to play menage et tois Lost it all But that's the way the hottie was Repeat 2 Oh, she'll push and pull you down Her lips are a devil's red She will wear you out (Livin' La Vida Loca) Oh, oh yeah Lips of devil's red She will wear you out (Livin' La Vida Loca)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Creation (Intro)(Laughing) As the full eclipse approaches I must build the illest creation Known, to mankind (Master, what are you going to do?) Big Daddy Kane Kool G Rap Rakim the Master Eddie Murphy (Why, why you need Eddie Murphy?) Cause he's a funny muthafucka Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson?) Because he has money Fuckin' dickhead (I'm sorry master, haha, I'm very sorry) The heart of a Indian The strength of a black man And the pride of a Spaniard I present to you... The Punisher! It's Alive!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Off the BooksHey yo, it's all love but love's got a thin line And Pun's got a big nine, respect crime But not when it reflect mine The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up With the stash gone I'm mad strong and my cream is fast Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass And a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist' All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit Lace the click 'cause we all share It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers Like Steven Seagal, 'cause all you gonna get Is your ass kicked or up in a casket That's it, that's it (That's it?) Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit Cats getting Big Willie niggas like Billy Bathgate Up in Jimmy's Cafe, having caviar Cracking Cristal at the bar, smoking cigars, living large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doing jobs for bills I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly Whattup Duke-o, you know, politicking papi chuco I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo Swerving like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo Squeezing, out of automatic M3's and Please, you ain't seen no thugs like these I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe In Corona yo it's better to take than to receive Your career's on life support and I'ma pull the plug And have every thug shooting that Beatnut drug In they blood, no escaping this Niggas is going over their favorite shit to be taping this (For what?) World premier, loud and clear Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show Disappear, jump in the Cavalier Feeling marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles For pleasure, bring your territory sever Keep my workers under pressure got 'em saying fuck Lester But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold Don't give a fuck where you been what you done Where you go, you know, peep this favorite In black shades like a secret, agent We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves We light trees, bust these and stack cheese It's off the hook this year Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing But crooks in here Getting mad money off the books this year It's off the hook this year Making mad money off the books this year, ain't nothing But crooks in here Getting mad money off the books this year Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go ...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Loco Bananas[Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Punisher] Loco, loco bananas Faces of them follow us with their cameras Yes, we're loco [Tony], loco bananas Our Uzi's be blasting, we're truly assassins cause we Loco, loco bananas [You wanna go to war?] A couple of Tony Montanas Yes, we're loco [Sunshine], loco bananas We're worse than one time, Big Pun and Sunshine [Verse 1: Big Punisher] Shakespeare meets Leatherface Cape Fear with a little bass That's how it sounds when I'm in your tapes My style in your face for real Fresh out the gates of Hell Welcome to the Bates Motel The streets is real And I'm about as real as they come The sound of Atilla the Hun, killing every verse when I'm revealing the gun Willing to thump with any adversary Physically or vocabulary Cause lyrically I'm only half as scary Rappers fear me when they hear me coming Cause I be really buggin' Really clubbing them down No time to be thuggin' Lovin' the life Huffin' the mic Crushin' your wife, that's right Cause nothin' ain't nice Don't front with your life Cause I'mma call your bluff Big, tall or tough They all fall when they brawl with us So call in us if you need some protection Couple crazy niggas guaranteed to leave an impression My peeps is reppin' Hittin' you hard with the goods Cause that's what we do Terror Squad for the hood Straight out the ghetto Keep your holster with a hammer Cause niggas out here Are straight locer bananers [Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Punisher] Loco, loco bananas Faces of them follow us with their cameras Yes, we're loco [Tony], loco bananas Our Uzi's be blasting, we're truly assassins cause we Loco, loco bananas [You wanna go to war?] A couple of Tony Montanas Yes, we're loco [Sunshine], loco bananas We're worse than one time, Big Pun and Sunshine [Verse 2: Big Punisher] I'm Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs From new school to older thugs They all know Pun for shootin' dudes at all the clubs I know it sound crazy Even my wife won't let me 'round the baby But what you expect from a veteran out the Boogie Down baby? I rep' NY like a vet Jedi But my Light Saber's not a laser It's the Tech Semi So hold your horses Or I'mma have to load the four-fifth And leave a hole in your skull bigger than the Oval Office No remorse is felt when a loss is dealt Just pass the heat to Cuban and keep it movin' In a Porsche flossin' the wealth Fuck what ya heard Niggas done see me rap Wild West, Faces of Death There from TV shit World renowned Even my girl get down She'd rather die with a king And go to Hell with the crown Like Bonnie and Clyde Helped me down when my mommy died But she ain't really dead But she ain't part of my life She crazy too 50 years old, sportin' Daisy Dukes Sick old lady, do anything to save her youth But where were you back then? You said you'd be back This is why I smoke Where the motherfuckin' weed at? [Tony Sunshine] Say ma ma ma ma ma ma If you puff that la la la la Say ma ma ma ma ma ma If you love that la la la la Say ma ma ma ma ma ma If you puff that la la la la Say ma ma ma ma ma ma If she makes you la la la la [Hook: Tony Sunshine & Big Punisher] Loco, loco bananas Faces of them follow us with their cameras Yes, we're loco [Tony], loco bananas Our Uzi's be blasting, we're truly assassins cause we Loco, loco bananas [You wanna go to war?] A couple of Tony Montanas Yes, we're loco [Sunshine], loco bananas We're worse than one time, Big Pun and SunshineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pina ColadaVaya Come on Vaya A bailar Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar (Ayo Pun, I got you baby) We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack Grab the guns and start lighting Ya'll the bitch niggas behind cars Scared to death like, "Yo, who fighting?" How the fuck you teaching me, I ain't got no obedience Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients And for my niggas I peel like fucked up paint jobs Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what? Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what? Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what? Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts That's what's up, don't have Sheik's click clack, this up Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up You know double R and Terror Squad niggas want they cut Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana Rolling ganja up in Bible paper A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green that hustler's dream Busting out that custard cream Piper 'cuz I'm piped up with the mustard team Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts King of medallions Monty Guard Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings Like the Wu do in Shaolin John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas They want to ride on my Honda scooter You know the red one from the video But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the Trizzie yo Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar Disrespect the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta Who you fucking' wit? Bitch ass nigga you ain't running' up on shit Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip Nigga you ain't no fucking threat You talk a lot but you ain't never realized That if you walk that block Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy, oh, shit man Big Punisher's off his rocker What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me Thought you cats were gonna creep on me Without some type of an injury Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes? Big dick between mine, what the fuck between your thighs? Pussy, if I shoot, are you gonna shoot back? I don't think so, your man's the thug, you ride piggy-back You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat And once these pop, cops bring the chalk And the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk, what Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar Where're my niggas with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggas with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggas living better? We want Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddarEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Is a Thug[Big Punisher] Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at? Aww shit.. smooth it out Where my chick tonight? Thug style Knock em out Pun! I pull your motherfuckin plug like a thug's supposed ta Hold a loaded toast, who want the pistol smoke Cause I'll initial on my shoulder holster You know the culture when it's East coast, we run the streets most Who want beef? Turn your peeps into meatloaf You know the steez, when it's murder in third degrees We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice You know the price, your kid and your crib, like I'm +Poltergeist+ I'm cold as ice, control your life with the mic And then take your crown, break you down like liquid nitrogen Invite your men, I strike your chin while you rappin If you're on some thug shit, fill my clip and start clappin Make your heart flatten, stop actin retarded All you flea hearted villains, build your rhythm over restart it The streets are God and heavenly, where the vinyls doubles Forty-fives and shovels ready in the five livest boroughs [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone [Big Punisher] Yo, I'm a thug to the heart, bugged from the start ever since a child I've been livin wild, chillin with illest crowds Splittin thous' on my connect in the street Twenty-percent protection, expected at the end of the week Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest Cause a wise man said, it was a cousin of death If it wasn't the stress, it was one to your chest There's many ways to die, in the slums when you stressed But not me, Big P, cause I'm the son of the devil Run up in your cribbo and suffocate your son with a pillow You know I'm comin to kill you when you hear the heavy breathin Give you a wedgie deep in your deep end with a butcher machete greetin Thinkin of Madison Square, I'll battle you there Carry you clear 'cross the planet just to challenge you here Embarass you where it hurts, and sandwich you in a hearse God sent you with a curse, that's why your parachute didn't work Dead in the dirt (yup) with the bugs and the mice That's the price, frontin like a thug for life [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone [Big Punisher] Cuban Link -- you a thug like me My nigga Funk Flex -- you a thug like me My man Sunkiss -- you a thug like me Crazy Roland -- you a thug like me My niggas RMS -- y'all thugs like me My girl Big Lils -- you a thug like me Yo, me and my man are plannin to handle these two broads Thought he was Rambo a vandal his brand a Lambor' Countache With ammo that scrambled his brains and luxury ducats Harder with somethin hard to sharpen In the driver's box of the glove compartment Rotten lowdown dirty sheisty kind of conniver Ex nine-to-fiver, ready to die as long as I'm the driver Supplyin buyers of flyers in bundles stacked dope Humble prices on ices twice as nice as crumbled crack coke I hope it lasts long, word bond, I bring my brothers with me Definitely, and start off my own thug committee [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Big Pun baby.. Big Pun baby.. [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'mma put it on Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure? [Pun] .. Big Pun baby.. [6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy John BlazeMy stripes show like regiments, military intelligence Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials Go ask my pre school, even talk to my old principal He'd tell you how you I used to pack a no. 2 pencil Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, catholics, preachers In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer In my own class, operation return, they tried to say I was incompetent, not able to learn The table turned now, got my own label to earn Like that nigga said in, Dead Presidents, money to burn Queensbridge, pay homage, respect nas is the vet Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggas is dissin' that I'm just the best, puttin' all violence to rest Between Latin Kings the blood Los sangres, blood in Spanish So many thugs vanish, unite the system To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die Just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up right?' Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa I hate a actor that plays a rapper I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper Grand imperial college material insane criminal The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral I reign subliminal inside your visual Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you Even if I stuttered I would still shit on you Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter I'm even better than before, iller metaphors Killers bet it all on Pun, 'cause one verse, dead 'em all J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed Aiyo, my attitude is subject to change, I mess around And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains Take heed that, not only can I flow I can aim 'Cause y'all misdemeanor niggas can't stand the reign Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya Only 'cause I know that fagots respect pressure Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for 'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock niggas up Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable Y'all hot dog niggas get nathans Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin My son cool out don't beef yo, throw the tool out (What) Let's run these niggas, kidnap they work, make 'em move out Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gash The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear Strike me out God, stackin' up joints, rack 'em like Footlocker This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall Relentless, the anthology consolidated With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness Lex, imagination large, gold cards Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older God Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why Broke niggas who got heart God, sign 'em up Start the wind up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us 'Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns 'til it hurts For fuckin' with my funds on the first And go to church like a mobster Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot Run up on any block, disrespect any cop Used to run many spots, now I own shops Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop I'm hot, who wanna get burned? I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bx niggas(verse1) Why you rhymin like you killin' niggas You ain't never feel a trigga Screamin that you real but y'all still beginners I make examples out you ample rappers Smack you make you trample backwards Catch you fallin' flat than strap you back in pampers That's a sample just to let you know Test me and invest in souls Specially on some flesh meat, never left on skulls No supposin' holding grudges you'll be holdin crutches Motherfuckers blastin' me that's blasphamy, I'm old to roughage Who's the toughest as rough as they come I'll snuff 'em anyone of ya bluffin' My name ain't Punisher for nothing Keep huffin' and puffin', I blow your face in When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis and Chasing popo outta puerto town Loco til I part the ground In my coffin, tossed in, to the lost and found Down and deep beneath the weather in my leather jae Six feet forever, half asleep Bronx niggas never dieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Resurrection[Intro] I'd rather be a dead man And go out of this world as a man That stood for something Than to bow down like a dog [Verse 1: Big Punisher] I know you heard the stories Pun's a killer On a search for glory The Heavens cursing on me That's why I'm stuck in purgatory Niggas bore me with rough raps My shit is truly for the cats that bust gats Where's the noise, where my thugs at? Where my dogs at? Where my love at? Where my squad at? Where my motherfucking nigga Joe the God at? Ready for combat, being long-strapped, long gat Now disarm that, physically, making contact We the wrong cats, you don't bark at Better spark that, walk that, lock that Trigger pump, cock back, park that, pop that Right where the heart at Take the Glock, like make sure I don't pop that You don't want that That's the final chapter Feel you spinal rapture when I rip through your vinyl Like a rhymin' raptor I'm the Cappa like Don I'm not a rapper I'm on A fortified killer from the back of the Bronx, What! [Interlude: Big Punisher] First album I let everybody know who the nicest, you know what I'm sayin' Now we take it to the next level, the whole world know who the nicest, know what I'm sayin' Now you know, we finally get our due, you know what I mean? [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll with God, the squad n' TS Out with the BS, we platinum, they even doubted Jesus Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars Holdin' it down Walkin' around with gold by the pound Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders, all in the crown Talk of the town Soakin' you down with toasts 'til you drown Ghost you and grind your corpse with a force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns I'm on a serious tip You keep playin'- And I get furious quick And I'll take you for a walk through the ghetto You either spark your metal Or get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep' the borough that mothered this rap shit I used to clap shit Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit I used to have to pack a Mac in the back of the Ac' Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack It's like that, but don't think I won't counter-act My niggas is strapped And quick to lay a bitch on his back I'm swift with the Mac, quicker than Kung-Fu With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose Stupid!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Livin’ La Vida Loca (Remix)[Big Punisher] Yeah baby There ain't nothing better You know you like it like that Check it out yo, yo She had it goin' on, red bone, fresh out of Bayamón In the calle long, Doña Ana, throne of mi corazón I should of know she was a cachetera Always watching novelas with her abuela Gossiping that bochinchera Thought that she was better 'cause she was pure Boricuan I was Nuyorican, the Bronx I pledged my true allegiance But now you leaving me I lost out before See you in my next life, adios mi amor... [Ricky] She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make me fall She'll make you take your clothes off Going dancing in the rain She'll make you live her crazy life The girl will drive you right insane [2 - Ricky] Upside, inside out She's livin' la vida loca She'll push and pull you down Livin' la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skin's the color of mocha She will wear you out Livin' la vida loca [Ricky] Woke up in New York City In a funky, cheap hotel She took my heart and she took my money She must have slip me a sleeping pill She never drinks the water Makes you order French champagne Once you've had a taste of her You're guaranteed to go insane [Repeat 2 (2x)] [Cuban Link] Yo, yo Joe the first day I saw her face She had me walking in space Wanting to say something But I was frozen, stuck in one place I ain't fronting Seis she was more amazing in grace The type of face you pay to say everyday upon the stage [Fat Joe] I met her at a rave Back in the days We could of got engaged Shorty's body was tight Have many that ask her aids Masquerades and mardi Gras She likes to play menage et tois Lost it all But that's the way the hottie was [Repeat 2] Oh, she'll push and pull you down Her lips are a devil's red She will wear you out (Livin' La Vida Loca) Oh, oh yeah Lips of devil's red She will wear you out (Livin' La Vida Loca)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle (’95)[Verse 1: Big Pun] Skip the talk, pull ya guns out That's when the bitch comes out The dark, from ya heart I'll slit ya throat and pull ya tongue out Fuckin with the best, I'll burn ya flesh 'til there's less than teeth Dump ya bones in Western Beef Peace, hope ya rest in grief Left the wreath on ya grave and autographed it Big Dawg slaughters pastors during mass I don't support their masters Meaning God, I'm hittin hard as hell Niggas be givin the law an L When I get finished i'm larger then life but harder to kill Still I will remain the pain inflicter Givin ya hell to reign the victor Comin to get ya, playin the game the same as Hitler You picked the wrong nigga to fuck with Talkin that tough shit You couldn't have been a bigger faggot if ya sucked dick Duck quick and catch a hundred in ya temples If ya blunted, test the mentals And be found drowned with just cement shoes BITCH! [Verse 2: Big Pun] Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers Actin like they crackin boulders Wouldn't pack a cap gun or attack a blowfish Always talkin shit Players that rather balk than pitch And often counterfeit Kings of New York on Mr. Walken's dick You make me sick to my stomach You don't really want it Riffin like you sniffin coke to scare me But you barely blunted You really done it, now you got me mad Boricuas be like: "Papi's bad" Makin fakers khaki when I'm droppin math Stop the laugh, that shit was Buttafuoco Niggas run like Pun's the Cuco You gon' tell your putos how I blew, you puto You don't ever wanna clash again with Big Dawg The master and one of the last rappers [?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Make the Crowd Roar[Verse 1: Big Pun] Yo To whom it may concern, fuck you I tear the cushion out the turnbuckle And pow above you on your face until it turn purple I hurt you and make shit messy like Kevin Nash I'm big and sexy, but I relent your ass, bitch test me Police arrest me on a daily basis, X's on scary faces To them we all look the same like a pair of races Instead of races, and where the slaves? Still searching for better days Don't feel sorry for me, that's the little things Don't be afraid kid I know it's hard Just remember to roll with God And try not to kill yourself, like Owen Hart No disrespect I know you miss a bet But it's just some shit I rhyme about nigga so don't flip on some wrestler shit Cause I'm a lover and a fighter A punisher, a rider, Big Punisher one of the last survivors So pass the highest levels, still ignoring the humble Won't avoid me in the jungle cause my niggas roar when they rumble [Hook: Armageddon] We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war [Verse 2: Fat Joe] They call me Joe the God A true warrior like Owen Hart Smash the face off your neck, rip you to broken parts You niggas know the squad Over-flood your whole facade Just like a scene straight out of Noah's Ark So who's next for the death flock Give me your best shot Hit you with some shit that leave your breath stopped Respect Crack, I'm the best that done it One of the the lest confront it It seems like none of these wrestlers want it I'm like Hollywood without the Hogan I'm like Conan without the slogan Don't make me bust you open I'll leave you frozen from the cheek down Hang you up beat down Then spit in your face, how the cheeks now? We can meet now, or save it for the full brawl However you want, I never front, I'm all yours And the God know the Coliseum Watch me hop off the Mausoleum And drop so hard, y'all can barely see him [Hook: Armageddon] We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to war We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Make the crowd roar 'til they askin for more We gonna break, rumble, crash, brawl Terror Squad, we gonna take 'em to warEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Classic VersesYo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us Unofficialness, everything we outside you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein' the judge for drug possession The four-D's, all these is more reas' To either get big or leave and let live We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the shelf I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys, freeze Don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze And blast the back of your knees Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa You're gettin' closer to death Reaper's got a hold on your breath You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed Minute ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin' Like you said on your album I thought you was wildin', bustin' Your guns and runnin' the island You was't violent, you was silent Tryin' to get college credits How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics? I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics My matureness is my insurance Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit You gotta fear it 'cause every last gem is poison You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join 'em I'm head-annointin' niggas like the Holy Gospel I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin' nostrils Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God The Squad and T.S., out with the B.S., we platinum They even doubted Jesus, niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars Holdin' it down, walkin' around with gold by the pound Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown Talk of the town, soakin' you down wit toast 'til you drown Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip You keep playin' and I get furious quick And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongooseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Quiet On Tha Set[Fat Joe] Terror Squad!! [Big Punisher] This is goin' out to the mothafuckin' punks and broke ass tricks Don't Tryin' to come up in here Up in here pumpin' that shit, I will straight blast you You better break yourself mothafucker Shit!! punk ass tricks, bitch Take it hard ---] Eazy-E Yo, kick it ---] Eazy-E [Big Punisher] Ruthless, plenty of that and much more So at the party, Terror is controllin' the floor That you step up and do your dance routine It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangster scene With a villain, doin' damage on a 24 track With confusion to finish my conclusion Arhytomatic rhymes from a Radio cat You can't take what I got Cause I'll be takin' it right back Ruthless gangster ---] MC Ren Cold killin, you wanna know what it means? Definition... Villain ---] MC Ren With the stupid dope rhymes And once you hear one line, you can tell it's mine With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin' And a look that keeps you all starin' And wonderin, why I'm invincible But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible I don't take no shorts, while I'm constructin' the ground That makes you movin' around, from the hell of the sound Girls drool on me like a dyin' [Ant Banks] Pun, tell them what you do when your ass start rhymin' [Big Punisher] I go to the party, I hip and hop the spot I don't know what it is, but the girls kept knock the aspirin' Like they're on fire and Their so-called boy friends with them are retirin' And for this reason I'm a walkin' threat So when I step on the stage, I want quiet on the set [Break: Ant Banks scratching inarticulated Public Enemy's quotes] [Fat Joe] Now to get started with my musical profession A gangster feelin' in mind is in session The way that I'm referrin to this, makes you move your butt But don't stand in a daze, you should know what's up Anyway, I keep the clappin' along Cause nothin' bad could go wrong because this track is so strong I'm like throw you the.. you can ask for anythin' more When the Terror Squad is cold rockin' the floor Like stupid, actin' like a retard Waitin' for a bumrush, gettin' to the good part It tips me so with temptation Writin' my lyrics with hyped information This is just a section of my creation So don't say shit with finesse fination Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines It's mine, unpredictable, keepin' you extremely enjoyed It's irresistable, meanin' that you can't avoid And while I'm on stage, feel forward to sweat Whenever I rip it up, I want quiet on the set [Break: Ant Banks scratching quotes below] Yeah, what?, what? Terror Squad, Terror Squad Yeah [Unidentified Artist] Now I can be loud as hell, you think I will? Never Ssssht, quiet on the set ---] Eazy-E Yeah, I like that better ---] MC Ren Word ---] Dr. Dre That's what I can do, I think I earned respect And if I didn't from you, that's what I expect Cause if it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me ---] Eazy-E So who really cares how you want me to be? See, I'm just me, standin' at the top of the pile And doin' soft known tunes, just ain't my style And this concludes our program Of how The Terror Squad makes the Ruthless Jam Now first, we take an average Gun Give it to Pun, and the boy gets dumb It's no secret, that I sit alone at night Pick up the pad and the pen and begin to write And lay down the lyrics that's promised to play Hear everybody says: [Break] Check it in, check it out Put it in, take it out Make it out, yeah, Terror Squad baby What?, what?, what? [Cuban Link] Yeah, now Cuban Link is here workin' like super glue No matter what I do, I'm always thinkin' of you Cause I'm the pusher, supplyin' the fix And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix But I'm makin' obstacles, an enemy traps To catch any Emcee, with the weak-ass raps Crucifyin' their data, cause you're usin' my name The definition is pain, but that's the thing of the game If they tried to retreat, I catch them one at a time Cause they're comittin a crime, but still promotin' a rhymes So, you're in the back of me, just listen and learn Because you'll all get a chance, or maybe a turn My sideman wants to give a preview So at my next concert, I wanna see you there Not sittin' in a chair, standin' on both feet with your hands in the air Now I'm about to get out, but I'll be back But next time expect the more funkier track Deep down for your enjoyment, to hear more percussion With lyrics that's smooth, to start some discussion To prove that I'm hype, now, you know that's a bet So continue to dance, Cuban blew up the set (*Explosion*)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Must Be the Music[Intro: Big Pun] Fuck is up with the morning show Big Pun in the morning show that's all I need to hear "Big Pun what are you doing Pun" Ed Lover, yo [Verse 1: Big Pun] Me and my thugs be up in the clubs layin' the law While you looking bugged playin the wall We're trying to cave in the floor Havin' to ball with the ballers Terror Squad niggas who want it Even the biggest dogs acknowledge Payin how much? We obviously gain dollars Let's mananas without your everyday (?) We make ballers take cowards of the top give me eight hours I turn your powder into rocks, check the scenery Glass table, mad cocaine debris, and bring a key When you hang with me everything is free It's my treat, my suite all expenses paid All my friends can stay, cause this break is on emancipate Nuthin more, it's on me butt galore, and head nut your balls I'm makin money for these fuckin whores Nice and raw keep it rugged fuck the bullshit Skribble said it's all love as long as it's the new shit [Hook: Big Pun] Must be the music (Turnin them on) Must be the new shit (From Cuban and Pun) That's how we do it (Big Pop is my shit) Must be the new shit (They'll never stop it) [Verse 2: Cuban Linx] Yo it's the lyrical fly guy, that drive by your block in the Benz I be hittin skins while I'm givin all my friends high fives I get live and tie your legs to my brass bed Relax, get comfortable, then hump you through the mattress Cause at this I'm a professional, the best in the world That's why I got so many girls on my testicals I like em flexible so be able to stretch And sex gets incredible when the Cuban's on the set, I bet I'll make you sweat like heat my Technics Cause we from freak over feet on any day of the week I keep a hicky, chicks pick me because they love the chinky I kick a (?), I got them wrapped around my pinky, like Biggie I'm "Unbelievable" this Cubanito keeps a full tank of diesl fuel Just in case you need to go that extra mile In sex I'm Wilder than Gene And in between the sheets, im a show you just what I mean [Hook] [Big Pun] I walk into the fuck-in Tunnel (I ain't a player) Bitches on my dick and wan-na dance (C'mon) I remember when it wasn't like that (Hold it up Pun) You call me blimp but now it's baby fat, must be the music [Hook] [2x] We'll keep ya hot till the, day light We'll keep ya movin all through the nightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Endangered Species)[Big Pun] I'm most concentrated on now, um, continuing to make history in Hip-Hop, ya know what I'm saying? Just making, making everybody proud of me, cause I'm, he's a rapper now, now it's like, I'm in history now so I gotta like, uphold, ya know what I mean? [Interviewer] Lotta pressure [Big Pun] Responsibility now (echo)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Makes Me Sweat[Verse 1] Whatcha know about this? Everything I spit is X-rated Let's face it, you just a baller, I'm [?] Just hate it, when you say my name, play my game [?] scream my name Baby take it off, let me see some flesh Squeeze them all night long, he no rest We no stressEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Words From Big Pun) (Spoken Word)[Verse: Big Pun] Don't try to play me cause I'm not a player Ayo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potata I'm bout to make a million dollies, but still I'm rowdy So I [?] before I have to kill somebody That's how it is in the stone jungle If you known to own a bundle, guaranteed nigga gonna mug you And no one love you when you broke and shit, focus kid Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die Coke is in (sniffles twice) Blow ya life away, that's a big price to pay (crew laughing and clapping) They're here to teach this kid how to ride his bike Are they stupid? [Male News Reporter 1] A new rapper by the name of Big Punisher recently signed to Loud Records, records his debut album this year [Female News Reporter 1] Rapper Big Punisher informed us of what we can expect to be his album, and gave us a definition of his own early age, and forming his own crew Full-A-Clips. He was able to get noticed from his newly found partner in crime, Fat Joe [Male News Reporter 2] Pun celebrated the release of his highly anticipated album last week, remaining in the top 20 of the Billboard charts for two exciting weeks [Male New Reporter 1] ...becoming the first Latin rap solo artist to sell a million records... [Male News Reporter 2] ...the rapper said he owes it all to the Bronx... performed at the opening of the Oscar De La Hoya-Felix Trinidad fight [Female News Reporter 2] ...and Hip-Hop's heavyweight received a nomination [Female News Reporter 3] ...explained in a recent interview his passion for the art of Hip-Hop [Female News Reporter 3] Latin artist Big Pun... weight loss camp at Duke University earlier this week... is currently working on a sophomore album [Male News Reporter 3] Christopher Rios, also known as Big Pun, was pronounced dead at 3:53 pm on Monday [Big Pun] That's the way the ball bounces, ya know what I mean? Ya know, but we'll have our day, ya know And we, we'll keep it going for nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy IntermissionYo, this is the intermission So go get some pot and get high And when you turn to the next song We'll sing about it, well, I will give you and example Yo big pun whats up, nigga? Why are we waiting in this intermission? I dunno, nigga, I heard that I had to tell the peeps Listening to get some pot and get high No that's illegal, you are suppose to tell them To go to the bathroom, oh, well, I didn't know Oh, well, let's just go sing, okay, nigga, let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Future Flavas FreestyleAiyyo it's such a shame
All these dick riders trying to corrupt the game 
But what it bring, nothing but pain
And one in your fuckin brain
Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin
I'm still violent I've been waiting for this moment
Like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
Hyper than hype, when fighting to fight
It's like, tonight is the night
And I ain't even trying to let a nigga slide
I've been dyin to get a gat
I dared to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any
Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
Fully backed by bullies who be peeling caps
I sack the rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dickEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy We Don’t Care - Explict[Cuban Link] Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah.. Uhh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry) (I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) We rock the party and.. YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun My fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT? With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK So nigga WHAT? Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link [Pun] Tear the club up! [Link] Cause we don't care [Pun] E'rybody strip [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] Shoot the place up! [Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] T. Squaders [Link] Yes, yeah we don't care [Pun] Fuck you nigga! [Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Big Punisher] Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props I got to have it Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past Was ?? a fourth of they asses Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver And holdin the Glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot Baby better head for the hills, my niggas wild for the night My lead ready to peel this shit really real My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill No survivors, ?? Godivas or roses and flowers Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders Don't ?? ??, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge Carter kids stuck to the projects Go ahead keep checkin that mall And me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it Yeah when are you gonna buck shit ??? ???, ??? this mug shit Chorus [Cuban Link] Uhh.. Yeah.. Big Punisher.. Cuban Link.. Terror Squad.. Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way.. Anything goes.. The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New York Giants - ExplictC'mon.. Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh.. (Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!) C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!! Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut Long time comin, ya heard? M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher [Pun] What'cha gon' do? Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me? [Big Punisher] This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin Plus the light that give light to Muhammad Or Christ how you want it I got what you need From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you ?? ??, hunchback, like Quasimoto Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P [Pun] Set off the sirens [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!) [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" [Pun] C'mon - violence! [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa [MOP] New York Giants [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. "World's.. world's.. world's famous!" [Big Punisher] I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world Like ?? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin A perfect strike - let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight? I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural ?? ?? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you Clap you with your own heat - by all means If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G Chorus (first 1/2) [Pun] Violence [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] B.X [MOP] Violence [Pun] B.K [MOP] Violence [Lil' Fame] I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!) "How About Some.." FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU) Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you I rep for my cellblock niggas And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, "Perrico!" Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Merc out on machines with loud pipes Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and ?? bikes [Billy Danzini] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE) First (FAM).. easy soldier! I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan When you found out your main man was named Danze Nigga - I'm filled with anger! You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Greatest multisyllable rapper of all timeTo me it was pun or lEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Outro (Spoken Word)[Big Pun] On the first album I let everybody know who was the nicest, ya know what I'm saying? But the underground is so small, and I'mma take it to the next level, the whole world know who the nicest, ya know what I'm saying? Now you know, we finally get our due, ya know what I mean?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Illuminati[Verse 1: Prodigy] Now and Laters, gum drops, jelly beans DMT, peyote, I know you feel me P's song is a natural tryptamine My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things Way different, America's fake I was fast asleep, but now I'm wide awake I was under the spell of Kingu and reserved notes Religion and fashion, I used to be flashy 'Til I had a total recall, forgot what I've already knew It took me 33 years for me to see the truth Ever so clear I was too young I couldn't articulate myself the right way son But now let me break it down, pass it all around This is not a theory, lift the spirits, see his spirit They wanna put me in a strait jacket in a padded room And tell the world there's 12 monkeys so they can be confused [Hook] Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically [Verse 2: Prodigy] They say life is like chess But fuck that I'm tired of playing games with you kids Ain't no time for playing, check the rhymes I'm sayin' I write it for the streets for the hood inspiration Inspire every party to map where it's poverty I started with a Mobb but now I got an army With soldiers and troopers The TV and the radio scared to death of us So we hit the YouTube up Now I got millions of views Now watch how many rappers follow what P do Now I'm too hoody to conform to the program I'm too much of a rebel for me to try to fit in Nigga! It don't matter on the color of your skin Right now you either positive or you negative I got friends in high places, multiple races And coaches on my side, all you got is paper [Hook] Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me Make my moves strategicallyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keep It Thoro[Intro] Oh, y'all niggas killers now—oh, word? Catch you coming out your fucking crib, nigga Yeah, catch a fucking bullet, nigga [Verse 1] Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mils Tour the album, only for more sales We used to catch those on the block with crills Now, it's paid shows, promoters post up bills Sign deals only if the math is real If we can't match numbers, then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge and shit Live-nigga-rhymes artist Pardon, P-dub shines regardless Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeist My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice Before you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it? Loose niggas make the news when we start forming Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often Don't embarrass yo' delf, you way out your jurisdiction While niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real I keep it thoro, nigga [Break] Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo [Verse 2] While niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real I gave birth to your whole style and feel How do it feel to hold my dick in public? Cockblower, duplicate rap cloner It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty I rap like no one out there can fuck with me You feel different, nigga, see me I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P, you crazy" A pain in the ass—nah, but fuck you, pay me I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin Kill me so I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day with no chorus I keep it thoro, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Self Conscience[Prelude: Prodigy] Yo.. Is it ill, do it need to be fixed? (That shit is real, dunn; and stop talkin' like your skills don't kill) Nah, it's just that sometimes I feel like that I can write more fouler than the last [Verse 1: Prodigy's Conscience] Yo, that shit is cash, trust me, dunn; I'll never lead you astray Take my word, niggas wanna hear how you think It be that shit that you wouldn't expect to win That stay playin' in they decks over and again Speak your thoughts, put your all in it Whatever's in your mind, spit it Place your anger on the page, release tension on the tape A stress verse, seem to be what they most thirst Makes fake niggas disperse, they never challenge what works [Verse 2: Prodigy] Balancin' the weakness, is what I specialize in Dunn, you my nigga 'cause you keep me hype while I'm writin' Kept me on point in the night when it might go down Keep me eyes wide in the daytime as well Kept me focused on what's real and nuthin' else I find it healthy, to conversate with myself I kick it with my delf (I kept you alive all these years) It's that inner voice you shoulda took heed to and shit Coulda been home instead of bleedin' Maybe next time you'll listen when it speaks [Verse 3: Prodigy's Conscience] Yo, dunn, I got a story to tell Remember last week's mission? I told you bring the gun (Yeah, I remember) Nah, listen Without me, you'd be a memory I'm the one you could come to for guidance Bring you home alive when you wildin' Kept you out of harm's way, told you when to spray Told you when it's time to put it away And when the cops came, you was safe [Verse 4: Prodigy] Without question, I stay aware, dunn, I'm listenin' Everytime we speak it's real, I know your intentions Is to make sure we both safe and livin', and breathin' You gets all respect from me, dunn, believe it [Verse 5: Prodigy's Conscience] Yo, we got kids to raise and bills to pay Enemies to lay down when they stand in our way It's only us (What about the clique?) Now, if you die, is they comin'? When you shot, do they feel the bullet? And when you broke, can they fix it? Aight then, you keep writin' And let me do the thinkin', I brought us this far without mistaken [Verse 6: Nas] Voices in my head from choices that I dreaded choosin' Cautions I shoulda took heed, lost in my weed, steady losin' Thug stripes, badges of honor, forced to succeed Whores on they knees fuckin' with millionaires, killers and thieves I fuck until there's no feelin' where I bust and I pee I lusted cars but I suffered and my scars run deep I stay to myself, one deep, pray to my God 'cause he Say when it's hard get on one knee, and ask Thy for forgiveness Fuck the cash, the ice Ferraris with two-twenty on the dash when your life ain't right See, niggas smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back Why's it like that? It's life, black, and this is the game The way I see it: Both bitches and niggas, is the same I trust myself, I can't fuck myself When hoes leave and no weed, I still know me, just myself Fear is weakness, learn from what experience teaches Beware of leeches, the vampires, my secrets Never follow, 'cause most niggas is straight up cowards Take care of my body's the temple, my mind is the powerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Genesis[Intro] Respect this right here nigga I-M-D, you must play this I-M-D, word up Yeah, you know, Infamous Mobb Deep It's real, check it out though [Verse 1] Respect the I-M-D, fresh out the carton The R-A-double-P, E-R P-E-double, when I speak it gets real Flex try to tell me, "Yo dunn, nah chill" You can't come out, wildin' out like that Rhymes so vivid, dunn I see what you sayin' But you gotta understand how I feel The pain and the hardship it took to build Years of frustration, some got killed Others fell vic' to the gates of steel Most try to instill sanity still Stuck on this rock where we don't belong I wanna go home not sing this song But I'm forced to perform, speech napalm Calm, surrounded by all types of harm Dogman, fuck your screwface I watch hands [Interlude] Watch your hands nigga, I see that, word up.. Word up, peep y'all cats movements Laid back in the cut like what? Pay attention, check it out dunn [Verse 2] I'm bein' watched by snake eyes Peep them shed skin plenty times Surrounded by crash dummies and empty minds Get your shit together dunn, see between the lines Stay awoke, to the ways of the wickedest kind Infamous--'cause of the way, I write rhymes Plus my story's more foul than your newborn eatin' swine (Stupid) Catch a seat, it's about to get deep Like squeezin' flouride on your brush for your teeth Or, takin your seed to get shots every week We need to pay more attention to our surroundings Busy wildin', all for the wrong cause Put that same strength into somethin' that'll pay off Don't forget your soul's involved That same energy you put out, comes right back it revolves I smash you, dunn only if I have to I would hate to, but I'll be more than glad to The positive and negative war has now begun P helps you separate both the sides Let the truth arise, black devil don't hide You can't hide from me, you might from the others I've been employed to pull your ass out from the covers You walk like you got hooves and talk like you 'sposed to Trickin' my brothers into followin' you? Yo Potential energy is easily made kinetic I turn 'em all back where they belong, don't wet it What? Set it.. [Outro] Set it nigga, fuckin fake-ass motherfuckers Take your mask off nigga, what? (what.. what..)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You Can Never Feel My Pain[Intro] Naw, you can never feel my pain, nigga And you can never feel my pain, nigga Never feel my pain, nigga How do I start it [Verse 1] Nineteen seventy four, motherfucker I was born with pain My moms and my pops pass it down to me So don't talk to me about can I feel yours 'Cause I ain't feeling you at all, your pain isn't pure You crying 'cause you broke from the projects That's not pain, that's emotions, you a bitch I'm talking 'bout permanent, physical suffering You know nothing about that You just complain 'cause you stressed Nigga, my pain's in the flesh And through the years that pain became my friend; sedated With morphine as a little kid I built a tolerance for drugs, addicted to the medicine Now hospital emergency treat me like a fiend I rather die sometimes I wish a nigga OD Begging God for help, only to find That I'm all by my goddamn self And you can never feel my pain, nigga [Chorus] Naw, can never feel my pain, nigga You can never feel my pain, nigga Never feel the pain, nigga You could never feel the pain, nigga Naw, never feel the pain, nigga [Verse 2] And the females ask - P, why you always look mad? Don't mind me if I may come off like that But see, a nigga depressed, I need smoke I need me a drink, I'm trying to stop those Experience life, through the shoes of me What you find, is you can't do that, you ain't built for it The impact I put on this earth It's like nutting that you ever seen or heard; so look listen When I speak, sit up in your seat Pay attention to the words, 'cause the story is deep In and out of crisis, since before I could walk It gave me strength though, nowadays I hardly talk It made me cold-hearted, anti, I won't play sports I barely joke or play games, take it how you want My handicap took its toll on my sanity My moms got me at the shrink at like 13 And doctors called the cops on me 'Cause I be throwing IV poles and they ignore me I gotta, try to calm down and breathe I can only hold it but for so long; put me to sleep Do I sound insane? If I do, then this here was written for you 'Cause you could never feel the pain, nigga [Chorus] Nah, you can never feel my pain, nigga Could never feel my pain, nigga Never feel the pain, nigga You could never feel the pain, nigga Nah, never feel the pain, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mystic[Intro] (Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus) [Verse 1] You are now listening to the sounds of A god in the flesh, my lineage is ancient I come from beyond any place you could imagine In your imagination Mommy was my spaceship It took her nine months to get me here, I finally made it Goodness gracious, great balls of fire My star got six points so I burn brighter Than any pentagram on Hollywood's sidewalk I'm much too hot, you cannot cool me off Not a son, don't chill Allah Check the rhyme that I spill on y'all It's the best by far Initiate of the sacred brotherhood of elite rappers I'm a master builder Grand verbalizer, young old-timer The tippy-top shotta, original Don Dada [Chorus] It's written in the stars, look me up then Two or three bars, got you pay attention I'm gifted, my rap is mystic It's codes that I speak so the police missed it Spray painted on the walls The writing's on the walls I'm gifted, my rap is mystic It's codes that I speak so the police missed it [Verse 2] Put on some real tough shit that I could rock to Then write the illest words you ever could bop to I live the illest life you ever could have So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh At my best I am excellence At my worst I'm not inspired by the beat, shit come out weak It's not bad for a bad day I smack you and knock your head off Damn, I don't know my own strength Like a lion, I was just tryin' to play It's not my fault you fall apart so easy I need to be with my own kind Take me to where the rap music is powerful beats and rhymes Whole 'nother channel, don't be so shallow Expand your taste There's more to life than your narrow mind think And we live from the refuge Is anybody out there? [Chorus] It's written in the stars, look me up then Two or three bars, got you pay attention I'm gifted, my rap is mystic It's codes that I speak so the police missed it Spray painted on the walls The writing's on the walls I'm gifted, my rap is mystic It's codes that I speak so the police missed it [Outro] (Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus Jesus, Jesus) You've got to keep them pretty scared Because unless they're properly scared and frightened That all sorts of devils are going to destroy them From outside or inside or somewhere They may start to think...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Religion[Intro] Yeah, that's right! [Verse 1] My raps scare the fuck outta people, but I'm just misunderstood But if you were to listen real good Then you wouldn't mistake me for being crazy You would learn to love and appreciate me Now! hear me clearly The reason I am how the I am, they don't scare me I'm not under the spell, I'm not trapped in the cycle They can't pull the wool Over my eyes, I see the truth For all of our lives, we've been lied to And I know, it's hard to accept So we drink away the pain and party to death Have so much sex, smoke so much weed We just wanna have fun, we don't wanna think We just wanna make dollars, we don't wanna make sense We don't wanna pay attention, we just wanna pay the rent [Chorus] Young niggas that blast for me, no religion Young niggas that blast for me, no religion Young niggas that blast for me, no religion Young niggas that blast for me, no religion [Verse 2] I don't wanna hear about your spiritual epiphanies G's I'm not a role model, I just care about what make me More money and celebrity power More sex, drugs and fame, a star for my fame On that L.A. sidewalk, that's how you want me to be ain't it? 'Cause when I do good you hate it Bit when I'm evil and reckless you love it Fanatics, y'all a bunch a sick motherfuckers You need to grow up and open your minds I put truth in the song, but you want lies I put real in rap music, but you want fake By the time you understand me it'll be too late You're so caught up in fantasy land, you're so under the spell I wish you luck, I wish you well Real men drink water We stay with our women, and raise our daughters And our little men too And teach them the things they won't teach 'em in school Like ancient Black history and how to survive in these modern times It's no games bein' played, no kiddin' no bullshittin' and, nigga It's no games bein' played, no kiddin' no bullshittin' and No religion [Chorus] Young niggas that blast for me, no religion Young niggas that blast for me, no religion (Ooh rev ain't right) Young niggas that blast for me, no religion Young niggas that blast for me, no religion [Outro] Those who have understood this have manipulated people for centuries and deep millennia by manufacturing and controlling religion Young niggas that blast for me, no religionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tyranny[Intro] No, this is not a Hollywood blockbuster Planes crashing into these towers are real And these buildings crash to the ground Including one that wasn't hit by anything at all The American population was terrorized, hypnotized, and traumatized By repetitive showings of the devastation With the media repeating, over and over That it was a terrorist attack Yeah-yeah, yeah [Verse 1] My confidence is up, I believe with all my soul I could do anything that I put my heart into I spend all of my time focused in the lab Comin' up with these songs, masterin' my craft 'Cause I'ma need that boat or one of them aircrafts God gave me a life and I'ma live this shit So, wassup? Don't get your head bust up You're in my way, young brother Get out my way, young brother Or I'ma run you down You should have accepted my offer Brush me off like it's nothin' I understand, no it's okay Run along now, you interrupting The illest rapper still active Move dope, then all of my past shit I was just a boy, I was only 19 But by mind be on some old lex shit [Hook] Race don't matter Your faith don't matter The enemy is government tyranny All that other shit don't matter [Verse 2] My confidence like armor I know with all my being That I could do anything I just work hard and I achieve it Now watch me create money For the next 300 years So my great grandkids'll eat food Off of these words I'm saying here Yeah, I wrote this with you in mind I'm so far ahead of my time My body will never catch up to where my brain is at Sometime I gotta slow down and pace myself I'm going too much over y'all head My school of thought like the Essenes And some secrets are best kept sacred It's one big religious war with these old books Who's wrong or right, who cares? Wake up, they diverting our attention From what's really going on right here, right now Toxic food, it's causing cancer, you don't have to smoke Toxic politicians, the system is rigged but go 'head and vote [Hook] Race don't matter Your faith don't matter The enemy is government tyranny All that other shit don't matter You rich, don't matter You broke, don't matter The enemy, they threaten our liberties All that other shit don't matter [Outro] This time, vote like your whole world depended on itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Real Power Is People(Sample) "They are a secret network of international pirates Who identify with no nation, no national flag And no established religion Their flag is the skull and cross bones And their God, G.O.D. spells Gold, Oil, and Drugs." (Prodigy talking) One, two, aiight Yeah, that's right, uh-huh Uh, uh [Prodigy] Live from the belly, they got me behind the fence I run shit from the inside of the fucking President Of the Infamous Gang - get whiff from my stank I got that iky-iky cotton picky shit that have you dazed I'm a quadruple O.G., a O so call me The reincarnation of the Pharaoh with an Olde E The barrel full of hot lead; shoot a pot head Talking that shit about Hip-Hop dead Nah it's alive behind the gate; permanent smiley face Any nigga stunting on the God; nah you outta place I beat a lot of cases had to take an L I see you in a hot sec', yep hold it down (Chorus) Money's worthless, real power is people Real strength is in the streets where everybody's equal Fuck jewelry, fuck rims; let's spend on our protection Get armor, get cameras, get wit' it lil nigga this man's shit Real power is people Real strength is in the streets where everybody's equal [Prodigy] This is live from behind the wall Sitting, starring at the wall I'm fit to pop out this bitch like a newborn I'm fit to cut out all the smoking and the drinking The wine and the spirits is evil where you take it baby So I'm telling the truth, you live it then you see it You breathe it then you be it I'll tell you a lil secret It's a secret government that worship an owl They practice witchcraft to harness their power Pedophile rape lil kids for energy The Satanic rituals; W.T.C. (R.I.P.) They let the Pentagon on fire That's lightening the pentagram on fire All these bodies for what? So you could scare everybody into one world huh? All my grime's is on deck So if you ain't come for war then run (Chorus) *Crowd protesting and gunfire*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spiritual War[Chorus] I see you got your spin, careful with that shit Quiet on the set, police on our neck Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace Unholy water my cup In this mental, physical, spiritual war Yeah it's a spiritual war It's an actual, factual, supernatural war [Verse 1] Listen, I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug Whole universe is my outlet, I and I, we are one Respect the flower of life, or get your petal plucked like She love me or she love me not? You love me or you love what I got? It's okay if you're scared, turn your fear into power We got serpents in the garden, some of those apples are sour GMO [Chorus] Careful with that shit Quiet on the set, police on our neck Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace Unholy water my cup, a little Henny In this mental, physical, spiritual war Yeah it's a spiritual war It's an actual, factual, supernatural war [Verse 2] I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug Whole universe is my power source, I stay on, I stay lit At 1.21 gigawatts, I brainstorm, start rainin' Start rainin', start rainin' At 1.21 gigawatts, I brainstorm and start rainin' On you warriors, we not scared We stand in front your tanks like Tiananmen Square [Chorus] I see you got your spin, careful with that shit Quiet on the set, police on our neck Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace Unholy water my cup In this mental, physical, spiritual war Yeah it's a spiritual war It's an actual, factual, supernatural war I see you got your spin, careful with that shit Quiet on the set, police on our neck Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace Unholy water my cup In this mental, physical, spiritual war Yeah it's a spiritual war It's an actual, factual, supernatural warEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mafuckin USA[Verse 1] Everything not Illuminati, everything not a evil plot, nah Everything not the black boulé, sometime people just get shot Caught up in a random act of violence Murder over dumb shit Everything is not connected Some things are, but you buggin' You takin' it too far Stop starin' up at space Pay attention to life on Earth You worried about the wrong things Let's talk legislation, all these laws changing, foreign bankers Let's talk Proposition 37, let's practice the First Amendment She say she love when I speak my truth She search for me her whole life I tell her, "Go 'head, keep searchin' 'Cause you ain't never gon' find Another with my balance, my vibration, I resonate" My pull is magnetic, I'm attractive But I give more than I hold [Chorus] Get some 350s, nine millis, extendo 47s They want us to all disarm, but we ain't givin' up our weapons (Fuck no) It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A We're black and beautiful, black is powerful And we all here to stay Right here in the United States Mafuckin' USA, the US of A Look, we are all beautiful, all powerful All one human race [Verse 2] Big up to sistren and brethren around the globe To sleeping giants have awoken Life to us is like Play-Doh We just shape the shit how we want it Come graduate from that old school This is higher learning, we past that Take a leap of faith and just let go We waitin' for you in the aftermath Behind The Wizard's curtain This ain't Kansas for certain We live in living color Backstage at the Truman Show Everything not three dimensions There's so much more to be seen Open up your third eye or you gon' miss everything Then in the middle of all this I got people with larceny in they heart for me I must hold down the fortress Stay alive and stay out the penitentiary Better wisely choose your battles Try not to think so small It's a big psychedelic picture Better turn your hatred to love, maybe not though [Chorus] 350s, nine millis, extendo 47s They want us to all disarm, but we ain't givin' up our weapons (Fuck no) It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A We're black and beautiful, black is powerful And we all here to stay Right here in the United States Mafuckin' USA, the US of A Look, we are all beautiful, all powerful All one human race One love...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Broken Rappers[Intro] Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah [Verse 1] She said she don't like that old shit She wanna hear some new shit The game that these lames be runnin' so stupid Juvenile and foolish, she long for a change Yeah, that would be refreshin' for her brain Her ears are deaf to all the nonsense She wanna hear some progress It's too easy for her, you gotta make it complex Provoke her thoughts, take her to another level Engage her intelligence, make her feel special She a fan of rap music, she love the way I do it She said she missed me while I was gone These other dudes been droppin' fast food shit Microwave songs, it's time for somethin' different Somethin' prepared with love People say she too bougie, finicky, choosy But she a Pisces, indecisive when she do things She wanna make sure she make the right choice Well baby girl, you smart as hell if you can hear my voice [Verse 2] Yeah, lil homie said music ain't the same He said not the business, the artists are to blame He only listen to Eazy-E and Too $hort 'Cause these new fools too flashy, too much floss Too much conceit, not enough consistence Too much beefin' instead of makin' hits They all take they fans for granted They unappreciative of they God-given talent He said he like the rappers better when they broke 'Cause when they get that money They lose touch with the folks Back up in the hood that made him famous from the getty-up Forgot about the ghettio, that's why you keep gettin' stuck That's what the first joint is always so doubtin' Now they can't give away albums He only 14, but little shorty know his shit, he do his homework I value your point of view, kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Power Rap (freestyle interlude)[Verse] Pile raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back I told y'all niggas ninety-eight lives that Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap Two thousand where your pistols at? Thunn, we be the men in black fatigue Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing Yo catch me in the street, poppin' that bullshit Catch a fat lift, holes all over your shit Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch Yo you's a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin' to do when You're growlin' all over the tape, you get chewed when I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete We splash more niggas than the wavepool did Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real You steady playin' the field Nigga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can't feel You cooked up a half-ass meal It's time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel My shit fills, the appetite of the populace We could do it via satellites just us And show the world how that ass get bust Ever since a little yuke, I had this lust To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just rush Like morphine beats, through the wires of the EPS plus You get penalized, for tryin' to rock with the upmost Get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost The fuck outta here, with that bullshit you tryin' to share With the planet, you need to be shot rappin' I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what's happenin' Fake thugs wanna front like they contractin' Numbers on my head, thun please, I'm here waitin' You can't touch me, there's no fake love amongst me There's no fake niggas that's run with me Somebody gave y'all the wrong info, I ain't get kicko-ed You nympho, put me on to where you breathe at You 'sposed to taught that bitch much better than that I dwell, where the rest of my vets is at From Sumnerville to BX and back To the lab in the dungeons My house of reresentatives stay starvin', beats thumpin' We unholy, 'cause there ain't a part missin' My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Devil[Verse 1:Prodigy] Evil bastard Cut throat warmonger Backstabber, betray your own mother You double tongued, double talk cause you two face-ed You triple 6 with a hiss like satan No good snake you only speak lies Slime bucket scum of the universe Your eyes reveal that you have no soul And expose your true colors I see you From three million miles away That you's a sneaky motherfucker but you can't fool me You not my bro, you not my sis The devil doesn't have a skin color or a complexion So you not my brother you not my sister Your skin might be brown But I know that you down with about two billion demons Listen just stay the fuck away from me or get killed for treason Against The Most High You might got these other people scared of you But that shit don't fly Over here we laugh at you but it's not a joke Because people need to know about the black devil [Hook] [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yeah, the real outcast your time is up It's not the end of the world, it's the age of aquarius You's a deceiver You got the whole world confused in a daze like some rats in a maze You's a shape-shifter I don't care if you the pope, the president, or prime minister King queen, prince or princess You just fronting for the public and you fronting for the press But behind closed doors What really goes on is Ritualistic, cannibalistic, sadistic, masochistic Some real sick shit The most wicked there is that ever lived Under the sun the infamous day walker The movie Blade is just metaphorical Yes, the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled Is convincing the world that the devil don't exist People have no clue They looking for a red man with a pitchfork but that's just not true Some say that it's the white man But yo I'm here to let you know if you ain't know about the black devil [Hook] [Verse 3:Prodigy] Knowledge of equality of all people Even though physically we not all equal Erase the racism The only thing I see when I look at a person is good or evil But the 'black man is god' Yeah that shit sound good But that shit don't apply when you try and get a job This is real world music, reality rap We spent too many years on that fantasy crap It's time we deal with the facts And the fact is you ain't better than somebody because the color of your skin I did three years in prison And the white boys showed me more love than any of my so-called niggas So you can go and ? your doctrine The only thing that matters is you negative or positive And you can go to hell even where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb Which proves you want to battle with the war not done You might got these other people fooled But you can't fool we because we know that you a black devilEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Snakes[Verse 1] Bright gangsta, I'm a cool brotha Smart mothafucka, and I still shoot guns For the life of me, can't figure these people out I try to love them, but they pull the hatred out From inside of me, the lion was tryin' to sleep Yeah you fucked up now, you just woke up the beast Now it's skull and bones all over the turf I take the show on the road, that's all over the earth It's P, not Diddy and the Family I dry mop niggas up, it won't even be One drop of blood, no trace for the forensics I clean up nice when I take a devil head And Lord knows, I'm a godsend, I'm anti Satan and you Antichrist, it's all in the eyes, chico They the windows to the soul And I can see fake people with my eyes closed I done told you [Chorus] But y'all niggas still got the nerve To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all But y'all niggas still got the nerve To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all [Verse 2] Arabian sword cut the head off of snakes You 10 thousand years old, you need to have a seat And let the young Gs rise up and take power We tryin' heal the world, you tryin' devour The earth and its resources, killin' babies Poison in the water and synthetic seeds We a new breed of kids, we on some shit We don't believe your books, we got our own connection With the universal life force, they pass laws But the law of the land is not maritime law I'm talkin' etymology, see what I'm tryna say We not really free, we just are new slaves Yeah, we still slaves, we still slaves They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brains I'll take this gun off my hip and put it to your braids You try to stop me from bein' great, it won't happen [Chorus] But y'all niggas still got the nerve To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all But y'all niggas still got the nerve To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy H.N.I.C[Verse 1] Yo, it gets no better than this It's the hottest shit on the street It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat The solar system stand still Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention it's Capital P, niggas rather hang up Ya niggas know my handle, talkin' like a straight thug Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin' for kicks Suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and, oh From now on, call me Columbo 'Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a fuck? Look at my chain, look at my anklet But are you listenin' to the words man? My shit bang kid Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend, you get the dick That's basically it These rap niggas think I'm talkin' bout them, nigga please You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead [Hook] I be the H.N.I.C The head nigga in charge The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge The M.O.B.B., the status - we large The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb The H.N.I.C The Head Nigga in Charge The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge The M.O.B.B., the status - we large [Verse 2] I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this We pop bottles, celebrate your death, blow a kiss At your widow bitch, wish pain on your kids Piss on your casket, kick ya tombstone and shit, dog And I ain't even that foul type a dude But all's fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause But fuck it, they could get it too, simple as you And I be God-damned if they put they hands on me Money brings power and puts guns in parties Sends niggas on Amtrak with those for your body It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh Hardly, you all know what that is I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads Teenage killers with Mack-10s Best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fan backwards Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit Album sold out keeps me far from the big house The hand guns from that bigger house 'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to enforce to hold it down like [Hook] The H.N.I.C The Head Nigga in Charge The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge The MOBB, the status - we large The H.N.I.C The Head Nigga in Charge The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge The MOBB, the status - we large The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pretty Thug[Intro: 2Pac] You gotta snatch some cowards and let them motherfuckers know you're gonna take them out, any time you feel like it! [Verse 1] I need a gangsta bitch Give me a gangsta bitch I wanna gangsta do it with my gangsta bitch Give me a gangsta bitch She G'd up, tell that bitch to call me She like it rough I fuck that bitch the long way All night, now I'm on her my all day She mines now, for ever and for always Lame niggas, they belong with them lame hoes Punk bitches, they belong with them punk dudes Get yourself a bird, I got me a lioness Pretty thug love, on that Clyde & Bonnie shit [Hook] Pretty thug, my bitch a pretty thug Pretty thug, my bitch a pretty thug Pretty thug, bitch I'm a pretty thug (Repeat x2) [Verse 2] Flyboy, me a rudeboy Me a gunman, me a shoot boy For mi rude gyal Me a do a thousand years in the dungeon I don't fuck around when it come to her And she don't play when it come to me Our love from the stars above We infamous, this destiny Bet it never be another two like Me and baby the Clarence and Alabama type If we die, we be in love on the other side I be the bitch, she be the nigga in another life God put us together, only God can stop us We cut our palms, hold hands, now we blood partners Sacrificial love, bitch I give my heart to you Love me to pieces, I give every part to you Handsome, gangster, look my face you got a dime Gorgeous thug, just look her face and pretty eyes Our little baby boy or girl gon' be trouble And when we gone, they gon know their parents was some... [Hook] [Verse 3] You can never bag my bitch homie I know that she loyal to me She know that you not that nigga you claim to be, c'mon stop it whoadie I get the baddest women, you only pulling skanks I spit that real life to 'em, you niggas spitting game Say what I mean, mean what I say If I tell that bitch to come on That bitch best move without haste Yeah she gangbang, she crazy My gangstress, my lady Ask what set she claiming She gon' say that gang P [Bridge] Gangsta bitch, give me a gangsta bitch I wanna gangsta do it with my gangsta bitch Give me a gangsta bitch Gangsta bitch, I got a gangsta bitch Smoking gangsta ouuwie, with my gangsta bitch I got a gangsta bitch [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can’t Complain[Intro: Prodigy, (Big Twins)] [telephone ringing] Hello... hello... (Yo what up, man) Who the fuck is this? (Who the fuck it sound like, man?) What the fuck you calling so early for, man. Fuck time is it man (It's like 3 o'clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!) Shit, my bad son (Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man! Hurry up son, man it's like 90 man, let's get some hoes or something) Come on, Come on What up, dun Same ol' shit No doubt, ain't nothing new... Let's take a little spin, dun, word up [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungs Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns Twist the key, shifted to D then flee Before anything, get the daily dose of choke We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat Lean my seat back and taste, lumbar support On the belt doin' 90 or more Debatin' on the latest rhyme wars Where units don't count But your rap pay add up to large amounts Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep Catch chills off a infamous beats Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees Blowin' on the ouwee cause we can't have the medicine canoein' There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that Ay yo dunn, hold that down and turn it around Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues T n T hopin' out of MPV's Surprise all fuck out of me Got rubber Glocks pointed at me Ay yo Twin, what the fuck [Verse 2: Twin Gambino] They had us layed out on the ground holdin' us down With gats to back of our heads was goin' down "It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got Where's the proof, man, let me speak to my attorney." I know the routine, don't try to throw me I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me But all that told me to get in more shit Ay yo P, (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked What you did with that half'a tree? (right in my sock.) Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot Dunn, you know how I get down Yo I'm ready to bounce Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass If my other half was alive we woulda got killt 'cause dunn woulda went for the guns and got ill Plus I got cracks on me, they found the cracks on me Looked at 'em, gave 'em back to me I could've swore they was takin' us in Then the lady in the car said, "that's not them." Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns And you ain't gotta tell us twice We hopped in the car and slid off On our way uptown for more of that funk P lit the tree back up Got off the Triborough, hit the Henry Huds' "Fuck it, let's slide through the Ruckers." Roll the windows down cuz Infamous Mobb bumpers... [Verse 3: Prodigy] Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin' Took a walk through the park frontin' Didn't even have to hurt nuttin' Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts Damn, we young black entrepreneurs New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards Dead serious cash, luxurious labs Learn to balance pain with fame, you can't complain [Chorus: Chinky] Just another day, livin' in the hood Just another day around the way Feelin' good today Oh no we can't complain Just another day livin' in New York Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes Feelin' good today We hit 'em up cuz we here to stayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Good Fight[Intro] Yeah yeah Uh huh, uh huh, yeah [Verse 1] Grandmama taught me how to run my own business Granddad taught me how to write my own lyrics My pops taught me violence, my moms taught me peace and love That made a great balance, my positive and negative charge Will blow the gauge I'm off the meter, I'm a creature unlike anything you've seen Stop lyin', you ain't ever heard of nothin' like P Been jockin' my style since I was 15 I'm groundbreakin', I should have my own genre You sound like every other rapper, you washed up The streets taught me how to spot fraudulence Like as soon as I see it I already peeped it You ain't low, muh'fucka, roaches I put the lights on You should be yourself more, get you more far The pragmatic life, get a grip on it Yeah, Fatima gave birth to a warrior [Chorus] And I'm fightin' the good fight Rather die swingin', everybody dies Man life too quick I need more time to live 'cause I ain't done yet I'm fightin' the good fight Rather die swingin', everybody dies Man life too quick We got a lot of things to do, we ain't done yet, no [Verse 2] Grandmama taught me how to lead Granddad taught me to produce my own beats Pops taught me to smile, my moms show me how to roll a joint Then she gave me Malcolm X to anoint me with Black pride That Black power of our ancestors Strike a nerve when I speak those words I've got Irish blood Put these bare knuckles on you, welcome to the Fight Club Shoot your gun 'cause you scared of me I'm not afraid of that Time to go, time to go and embrace the next Plane of existence, but I ain't finished I serve a higher purpose, don't become nervous Writers listen to my music and criticize me But they ain't have to survive the shit that I've been Subjected to, they on the outside Where it's safe to watch and look alive [Chorus] And I'm fightin' the good fight Rather die swingin', everybody dies Man life too quick I need more time to live 'cause I ain't done yet I'm fightin' the good fight Rather die swingin', everybody dies Man life too quick We got a lot of things to do, we ain't done yetEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hunger Pangs[Verse 1: Prodigy] I give thanks to the creator 'cause my life is blessed And wish all the haters nothing but the best This is Infamous 'till the name wear out Clock run out, sun burn out and all hell freezes over When Babylon fall , I'll be by the shoulder Of the Most High, laughing my balls off like good riddance Until then I'll be in the soup kitchen Cookin' up shit like this for poverty stricken Under privileged, brothers and sisters We're soldiers of the global resistance, forgive me For being late, I was goin' through some things I had to come of age and go through growing pains You don't realize what you got 'till it's gone I had to lose it all to see what I was doing wrong I was stripped bare down to my soul and burnt out Then rose like a Phoenix through the fire These people get fat while we starve and go through hell Nobody looking for no hand out, we offer our skills In return for a little scraps And on the glass, I seen you laugh when I turned my back They say revenge is a sweet dish best served cold But fuck that I need mine fresh off the stove Yeah it's best served cold, but fuck that I need mine fresh [Chorus: Prodigy & sample] My, my stomach touching my spine My, my belly aches, my, my headaches Make me start showing my fangs Hunger pangs, hunger pangs Waiting for the sun to awake And bring me a better day Make me start showing my fangs Hunger pangs, hunger pangs [Verse 2: Ca$h Bilz] In a world full of hatred, insanity and vanity We all forget the basics, destroying what is sacred Often lose patience for instant gratifications Whether tail that you're chasing or the numbers like the Matrix Well this is cash bills unplugged The flow's medicated, those with their brain on drugs Heavily sedated, sleep walking through it all With plans to run the city, I'm just out here for a jog And I'm about to walk it off, cause I ain't racing y'all lames Ringing bells, long as I jingle like small change And keep the small thing right in the boot Was in the club, some niggas wanted my loot I'm outside I feel incredible, Miss Angelou poetical Giving all my caged birds a better view A better me, a better you My nigga Mills be home in a few They gave him 10, he got two more to do I'm still (waitin' for) Brothers dyin', mother's cryin' Police wyldin', they actin' like tyrants We hear the sirens, get in the crib Man they still tryna change where I live I'm waitin' for it [Chorus: Prodigy] My, my stomach touching my spine My, my belly aches, my, my headaches Make me start showing my fangs Hunger pangs, hunger pangs Waiting for the sun to awake And bring me a better day Make me start showing my fangs Hunger Pangs, hunger pangs I'm waiting for you... [Outro: sample] Waiting for the sun to awake And bring me a better dayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ThreeFor my G-pack niggas Right, right Shooting at cops nigga what For my G-pack niggas Fuck the police N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks They can't stop our floss Straight up (for you crackheaded bitches) For my A.M. niggas (for you crackheaded bitches) My Ante Meridian niggas; what up dunn? Liqour store closed Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger Straight up, yo [Prodigy] Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store We need D batteries for the theme music Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab We gave that bitch two wibbles And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens Like Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo Spillin it on the floor for our dead people While I spark the sequel shit; my niggas got lungs When we smoke, that shit only go around once Dogs, we just killin time Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin up the grind So, 'til it pipe down We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now {*overlapped my Cormega's first line*} [Cormega] Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin My heart is broken, my man started smokin again P, I heard the tunnel open again I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in Its time to load up the autos and semis I wish my nigga Spank was in a physical form of life I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill So we can jet through Queens in SUV's Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro(I want help, I do, I want help) This is about psychological warfare A specific type of warfare Designed to distract, misinform, and anesthetize the brain We must remain vigilant at all times And be alert to their insidious attack on the mind For they have come before And they will come againEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Veteran’s Memorial[Verse 1] Memories play back like film I flash back we was little niggas living most real 1989's when we first met We first clicked over convo gettin twisted In dun gram earth crib cutting outta school Watching cable it seemed like the over day Through the eyes of a stranger we was kids But in our own minds we was grown mens Outside on the block we would play the bench And y'all play the rock every chance y'all got As I sat back and just watched Hey, what can I say? The same back then as I am today I can recall me, Jamil and Jamal In the room drinking straight vodka with they moms When I walk home with the big nefertiti charm Back with the light blue camoflauge suit god Me and Hav' doing it hard trying to get on We sample songs on the box with record and pause Killa B didn't even get his first firearm And I was still holding one shot derringers [Chorus] Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce Sometimes I see a chick walking past with ya kids Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-fifth All the shit that we been through it boils to this? Dun, I wish we could start it all over again [Verse 2] 95 we on top touring the states A lotta times we even took the click overseas Came along way from the hallway Sitting in the staircase with bacardi Bring the honeycomb speaker outside to bang While we would share drinks with the other that came Triple L stayed taking they cash in dice games Killa Black grew to keep an ice grill, dun was not playin' Yammy, the most infamous told me one day 'Put the bogies down 'fore I pound you out P' But it was all love, we was each others duns We held each other down, borrowed each other guns Its hard to believe that niggas so strong Could die so easily forever be gone I could still feel the wet of your palm against mine Cause we did our hand shake all the time Why it have to be your time to go and not mines? Spilled tears contemplating to my delf cryin' All the laughs we shared and fights we had All the nights we would get nice, damn Plates of food we split in half I dedicate the rest of my life to all my niggas that passed [Chorus] Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce Sometimes I see a chick walking past with ya kids Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-fifth All the shit that we been through it boils to this? Dun, I wish we could start it all over again [Outro] What's the fuckin' deal, motherfuckin' Scarface nigga, killer for Bean, Fugi, Gooey, I can't take no more nigga, Corey, Black Ed, the fuck, knahmsayin'? I'll Will burnin' Harry, fuck yo, I can't take no more man Frankie, Spank, whattup man? Straight up My grandmoms man, my granddad man Grandma Brooks, straight up my pops man Straight up man, that's it All my dead, all my dead Man, the little babies man, no more man Abortion babies man, I can't take no more man I'll never forget you, all my dead it's all love man Motherfuckin' Yambo, in a minute, we'll be there Motherfuckin' Yammy, straight up, I can't wait You was my strength nigga, I miss y'all I can't believe you gone nigga (You was supposed to be right here) What the fuck happened? Ain't nobody else goin' away man You ain't takin' nuttin' else from me man Nobody can't take nuttin' else from me man, that's it I dare you! Come try, it's over man You can't take nuttin' else from us yo That's my word, I put my life on it I'll be next nigga, straight up I'll stand up for that 'Cause ain't none of my niggas goin', that's enough We had enough It's the Veteran's Memorial right here man Straight up, man We love y'all, one loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What U Rep[Intro: Prodigy, (Noreaga)] Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo? Is it real? Really? Teach y'all niggas how to rap yo Show y'all niggas how to expose a sound (Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?) Fuckin dickblower... (thug like what?) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be P put it back where it's supposed to be Supposedly, niggas comin close to me Trash rap niggas can't fuck with the... Exulted, affluent life style I kick Calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?) It's only natural for my dunns to hurt something Cop a squat though, you might learn something We givin' out back braces and arm slings Reality rap, the only song I sing Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing Live in the flesh, my niggas fresh out the pen (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?) You could catch me and the clique, in the spot everyday Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt) Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?) Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga) I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play Ese, I like it when it get that way [Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)] So what you rep dunn? (Iraq, where niggas burst guns And everybody on the block pump junk So what you rep dunn?) Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands What you rep? (Iraq, where niggas get buried And we fight dirty, and stay hungry So what you rep dunn?) Q.B., we like to blow faces And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages [Verse 2: Noreaga] Aiyyo, yo Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo (You niggas stink like shit) I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes Niggas ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes Climbin' down terraces, and the fire escapes Yo we move money, money move me Yo I'm usually, livin' it up (livin' it up nigga what?) Gettin my dick sucked Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what [Verse 3: Prodigy] Now gun talk, do you speak the same language? For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss I drool for the day me and you could face-off It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune This is for my dunns who rest in coffins I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here [Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)] So what you rep dunn? (Iraq, where niggas burst guns And everybody on the block pump junk So what you rep dunn?) Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands What you rep? (Iraq, where niggas get buried And we fight dirty, and stay hungry So what you rep dunn?) Q.B., we like to blow faces And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages [Verse 4: Noreaga] Yo what the deally P? Iraq combine Q.B And you know we smash the industry, negatively So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin' dirt at ya clique Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades It definitely get real, on stage I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggas They're sellin' records yo, actin like they clap niggas Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G While them cats small change like a E.S.3 Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries Coastin', always hit 'em with the thug potion Look at you now, now you just full emotion Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type Queens niggas like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight While y'all niggas wear Pampers like the cradle type Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light [Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)] So what you rep dunn? (Iraq, where niggas burst guns And everybody on the block pump junk So what you rep dunn?) Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands What you rep? (Iraq, where niggas get buried And we fight dirty, and stay hungry So what you rep dunn?) Q.B., we like to blow faces And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cagesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mic-rocosm[Intro] I understand that time is runnin' out [Verse 1] Yeah, that last hourglass ain't drop Too late for a teardrop Should've made that thing pop Should've been more aware or not W-A-R, nigga it's all theatrics and one great, big drama Whole universe in the audience Now think about how really small we are We like blood cells movin' through the veins of a heart Inside Mother Earth body, and damn she thick You ever think about that on weed? It's a trip Meanwhile, back on a higher plane Where real life is takin' place We stay away from the lames We don't let the bullshit drain us Stay away from them basics All love, no hatred But we don't tolerate fools Please try your call later Goodbye, God controls when I die I'ma meet God halfway and I'ma extend my life Case in point tryna kill me, I'm tryna kill you too Overcome and survive, 'cause that's what niggas do [Bridge] I'ma buy a Benz 'cause that's what niggas do You understand me? I'ma smoke weed 'cause that's what niggas do I'ma pack a gat 'cause that's what niggas do You understand me? I'ma get drunk 'cause that's what niggas do [Verse 2] It's evident I'm that nigga And I will never not be that nigga My confidence is never shot It doesn't go away, it's on me like some body armor Look into my eyes, I ain't playin' with you muh'fuckas Burn somethin' with your boy, let me play you these joints I been workin' all year, let me ball your ears Come check a nigga out, you know I won't let you down This that number one murder sound 1 by 1, I knocks 'em out And give less fucks than Danny Brown Fly ass nigga, I'm a muh'fuckin' mack I'm way too strong, better step on that [Outro] What rap artists ain't ready for is a real person You know what I wanna say, a real n-i-g-g-a I'ma act very black, you know what I'm sayin'? And if niggas wanna be down Shit, it can be an all nigga thing, but if niggas don't Shit, I'll be by my motherfuckin' selfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Young Veterans(P talking w/ a friend) *P starts rapping at 1:03 [Prodigy] Yeah Don't try that with P, nah give ya'self a break You're f'ing with the wrong nigga, do ya'self a favor Back up offa me lil nigga real fast Or just like that you'll be pushing up grass You're a plant fool; I'll put your flesh in the dirt I tried to be polite, but you wanna be a jerk Tried to prove a point; the only thing that you proved Is people get killed simply for being rude You thought you was the man, turned out to be a chump You thought something sweet, believe Jay[Z] if you want Ga'head believe Nas or whoever you choose You come on over here and you gon' see the truth It's nothing out the ordinary, this is what we do My team's so strong, I feel sorry for you These rappers is pissed off, they're not being felt They get record deals but their albums get shelved While I'm... (Chorus) Prodigy X2 Heavy on the dimers and heavy on the smoke Pockets full of hundreds, doing hundreds in the post GT Carrera nigga daring nigga front Fucking with these young veterans you'll get done [Prodigy] We're heavy on the dimers and heavy on the smoke Pockets full of hundreds, doing hundreds in the post GT Carrera nigga daring nigga front Fucking with these young veterans you'll get done I'll react like a Terminator nigga what? Won't stop coming till I know a nigga done Rap is all good, it made me a millionaire Or when it come time to squeeze yogi, we don't care Now we thirty-thou feet in the air Getting head from a pretty face who ain't scared To fuck with these Gs and she's happy that she did Cause we turned out to be that shit that she felt Baby on the real, all these lame niggas know the deal My dudes give out the wounds that never heal On the real, all these lame niggas know the deal My dudes give out the wounds that never heal (Chorus) Prodigy X2 [Prodigy] Don't be mad at me, be made at cha'self For being so garbage you need to be kilt For putting out bullshit like it's all a joke Cause you're from the hood don't mean your shit is dope Just cause you got bodies don't mean you're going gold Like just because you black don't mean you got soul Niggas coming home from doing wild time Talkin bout P - "Yo P I could rhyme" 50 Cent did it; I could do the shit too But you not 50, he a individual And you not H and you definitely not P What make you think it's so easy to be? I've been doing this since I was a Rugrat I'm gifted; I'm blessed with talents you can't match Stop dreaming, wake up and smell the Kush You better than P? Nah you wish!!! (Chorus) Prodigy X2 (P talking w/ a friend)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy As If[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah It's how we tell 'em man I be like, listen... [Verse 1] I'm not interested in all that No thank you, I pass Please skip me for the next person I do appreciate that So kind of you to offer But no, really, I'm cool I try to stay away from the things That everybody else do I've got my own thing happenin' It's workin' out great for me I'm healthy, I'm happy I'm successful, and good money, uh I hope that works out for you Don't let my good heart fool you, I'll spaz out on you I'm growin' up, this is dope You should see this, get a seat Yeah front row of the P show Where you can all watch me If y'all niggas only knew How dumb y'all niggas look How stupid y'all niggas sound It's embarrassing, no good How could you be so foolish? This P, nigga, it's P Yeah that says a lot about you For you to ever doubt me You a bird, you comical But I keep that to myself Try not to be disrespectful But you pushin' me to get ill [Hook] If you knew better, you would do better Get it together or lose forever Your things don't impress me Give a fuck about that whatever You're not sayin' nothin' new, nigga I said that already Niggas plagiarizin' my rap As if they trend settin', please [Verse 2] I had to learn to keep my opinions under my hat These rappers are trash, but ain't nothin' we can do about that Just let their garbage ass live, God loves them too Ain't that what they say? The Lord protect babies and fools But when a fool try to play me Wet him up, then I'm Swayze Can't ever be this outstanding Bitch, my song is amazing Your shit sound like every other song that's playin' on the station And your outfit looks silly And your jewelry is all basic Slumdog Millionaire watch Yeah with all that fake shit Only thing you can pull is a stripper or a waitress With that credit card fraud bullshit Try to talk down on me Your favorite rapper a fraud But I'ma just sip this tea With a little E&J spike [Hook] Get it together or lose forever Your things don't impress me Give a fuck about that whatever You're not sayin' nothin' new, nigga I said that already Niggas plagiarizin' my rap As if they trend settin' If you knew better, you would do better Get it together or lose forever Your things don't impress me Give a fuck about that whatever You're not sayin' nothin' new, nigga I said that already Niggas plagiarizin' my rap As if they trend settin', pleaseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stronger[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy] Strong enough to take the pain (Uh-huh) Inflicted again (And again and again and again) and again What do they call me? (Know my name, bitch) My name is Str-Strong (Uh-huh) Strong (Yeah, ayo) [Verse 1] The moonlight shines on the New York skyline Midtown is lit up, the city is mine As I drive across Queensbridge, I see it clearly From my P.O.V. (What do they), this is fact not theory Yeah, that rapper got money But that rapper can't walk through this concrete jungle 'cause he doin' it wrong New York belongs to Don P You could have the rest of the world, I'm good (Strong) with these streets Skyscrapers and housin' buildings I know about London but I prefer Brooklyn I know about Marseilles but I prefer Queens And while you hire cops (What do they), I prefer my team I got a powerful army, it's no need for a gun You want hardcore rap? You fuckin with the right one This is maximum strength, there's no need for drugs You want reality rap, homie, you got the right one I'm [Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy] Strong enough to take the pain Inflicted again and again What do they call me? My name is Str-Strong, (You know what?) Strong [Verse 2] Maybe once every tangerine moon I'll be in the mood to paint the town red with your corpuscles And plasma, some violent art These thoughts in the corners (What do they) of my mind are dark But then the Times Square lights, they switch my whole attitude Reminds me of billions, that loot I must persist, I must pursue The rest of my success (Strong), I am not through They tried to put my run to an end But as sure as the point on the state buildin' I stand tall, wipe the dirt off my clothes when I fall down (What do they), I'm way too strong This is my town, my subways and sidewalks I done ran through these gutters like a tunnel rat, pah' Waist deep, inside of the shit In the midst of the action where people get hit, look [Chorus: Nina Simone] Strong enough to take the pain Inflicted again and again What do they call me? My name is Str-Strong, Strong [Prodigy] Yeah You ain't never been touched means you don't participate Within the fuckery, you stay comfortably distant, from pain infliction Meanwhile I'm (What do they) flirtin' with Death She put her lipstick on the collar of my shirt, next to my jugular I ain't tryin' to keep her, I just wanna fuck her When I pass through I'm too committed to life She a bitch but I love her refuse to (Strong) part from her I'm destiny's child, I survived it all The most high got a special plan just for me My table is set,with cake for days I'm a lil' bit late but (What do they) it's okay My future's so bright that I gotta wear shades I follow in the footsteps of LL Cool J 50 and P. Diddy, my relentless drive To thrive and prosper, made (Strong) me [Chorus: Nina Simone] Strong enough to take the pain Inflicted again, and again What do they call me? My name, is Str-Strong, Strong What do they StrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Trials of Love[Prodigy] Yo.. Come here darlin, have a seat, we need to speak Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see? Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door Ain't I that same nigga we was both on the train goin hard And then your shit surfaced Takin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin wit your girlfriends Try to play me on some jerk shit Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's ... oohh shit!! [B.K.] Kid, I kept it tight for you Turned nigga's down, didn't go out all them nights for you And I ain't even that type'a bitch I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak Fest Nevertheless I still put my faith in you You was my dog, so I stayed faithful But I'll be god damned if I be some nigga dumb bitch It's fucked up it gotta go down like this... (Chorus:) [P] Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you? [B] Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to? [P] Snake bitch turn around and backstab you? [B] Crab nigga found out he fucked around too? [P] Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo [P] Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo [B] Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep? [B] Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist [Prodigy] You was once my bunny, now you want to act funny I'm that same nigga from the first day who dress bummy Same grimy style nigga, I'm still hungry I never lost my thirst for takin that money I never lost my lust for chicks lovely You met me on those terms, so that's how I'm runnin I still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin ... and still count my cash before I crash What you thought, you had a dunny? I ain't the one honey You skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny's You done found yourself a street life love, to death do us Remember that shit, now everything's ass-backwards We was more like Mickie and Mallory You fouled out on me; found another man math in your Bally bag, damn! I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum ho Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though [B.K.] Yeah aight First of all Fuck You, and everything you own nigga You got a lotta nerve, nigga I should throw a brick thrrough your shit, fuck your whips It ain't about that, it's about you givin out my dick Or so it seems, I can only call it how I see it Got hoes callin the crib, hangin up not speakin Come on, what type of shit is that? What, I'm sposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back? Like the world revolves around P So while you strolled in at 5 I was comin in at 3, 3:30 Niggas wanna play dirty Fuck it, that's how you wanna rock? let's get dirty Yeah, condom wrappers in the back of the Azure Talkin' bout you let your mans get off, your G ain't strong I'm gone, you ain't worth the tears You lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years (Chorus) [BREAKDOWN] I might give out, but I'll neeeeeeeeever give iiinn.. We might as well, be friends, yes we have...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Veteran’s Memorial Pt. 2[Prodigy] Yeah-yeah Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason We just wanna pop our guns, we was just beastin' All up in the streets and Black was the worst That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected He would just pop off when you wouldn't expect it High shot 'em in his head, shit Killa ran home Took some advil and pulled the bullet out on his own A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge We just stick to the script, when the Ds question us Killa got knocked for a body and *Pump* snitched on 'em The next thing you know Killa came home Muslim Huh, we ain't mad at cha' like the Mack-to-the-10 Too much and he's back at it again Like the Scarface Twinz I seen this nigga cut a nigga up so bad I had to stop looking (Chorus) Prodigy X2 I miss the dead, I wish the dead Would please come back, I need ya help And everybody that got somebody deceased I know you feel the same Their spirit gon' live through me [Prodigy] Listen, I light a candle on your death and birthday Lord have mercy it seems you cursed me with a life of pain All I do is strain, everyday a struggle, everyday it rain Even when the sun's shining, they say that's when God crying Dark clouds hanging over my head May lightning strike me down if I'm lying I miss my pops; all I got is lonely tear drops And memories of him teaching me to hurt people with my bare hands And how to shoot people I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store He did the sticking; I was in the get-a-way car Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry We had a high speed chase with Nassau County I was eight years old, my pops was drama They locked him up and sent me home to mama (Chorus) Prodigy X2 [Prodigy] Thinking back it was me and [E]-Moneybags up in Champion Motor I was Ferrari dreaming, E copped the Navigator On the way there and back, he told me about the jux Him and Troy took the niggas for their shine and had 'em shook And how he killed Black Just but he meant to hit Preme Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum I remember laying up fucked up in the hospital Troy and Bags would visit; Troy had Sickle-cell Me and him use to kick it and Bag's baby moms died giving birth Cause of Sickle-cell problems And Shamik from Lefrak would bring me Red Lobster I never knew they was coming, they would just pop up My niggas; you stunt on us, we shoot people Straight like that, no half step, I eat you Alive with this .4/5 mag-i-num Stay on your toes cause we toe-tagging 'em (Chorus) Prodigy X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New BalanceTo survive... ...can be broken down into two basic functions for any organism to survive. You have to be able to grow, maintain yourself, take care of your biology. But you also must be able to protect yourself, so that if you're just growing and you can't protect yourself, you'll become food for something elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rock Dat Shit[Prodigy] Yo, what you doin right now?... Fuck Man... Niggas don't know what pain is man... I got 200 needle pokes in my arm nigga... Who be the source of this rap shit, us the bosses PuertoRock style, 20 shanks talk shit I rock bandanas like a gang member But I'm an Infamous representative don't get it fucked up I need more guns like I need more funds Like I need more businesses for my dunns Like I need more vehicles to make more runs Send a rep to your doorstep hand on that arms Sick a dog on your most valuable dun, it's war You talk most, we splish splash the most, wet your clothes It's fucked up, your uniform got all soaked Pop niggas like a fish fry, take me for jokes Silence that bitch, I put one in your throat Don't provoke my niggas'll jump you might croak And this little ass nigga, funny style nigga You must got to much alcohol in your system We bloody sport niggas that love to pick victim Don't be a stat, you should stand back when my Infamous clique come After I fucks I piss cum I spit the illest shit you ever heard of What's that outfit you rep, I never heard of Smash y'all niggas like insects you bugged The fuck out, like dust from Crazy Eddie Spaghetti headed mobb niggas rhyme deadly Rock Infamous sweatsuits and like my guns heavy You ain't ready for a street life nigga baby I'm too fowl, too grimey Too much Q.B. is inside me please rewind me I'm every blocks theme music, e'ry projects anthem Every guns handle it's on and clap two [Hook] Yo... They could never get enough of it Yo that's that shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo rock that shit, that real life shit Makes niggas wanna thug it They could never get enough of it Yo that's my shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo rock that shit, that real life shit Makes niggas wanna thug it [Prodigy] To top it off, I'm a pretty gangsta, fly thug All of my dunns concieted; there ain't a chick more dime than me I let a ho know quickly sit bitch Let me put you on the hottest shit be I be the H.N.I.C of the whole shit Never let a ho get more than I wanna give She be lucky if she get a pull of the dope Only if she givin head to the whole clique Aiyyo, I'm just kiddin, but yo I'm not playin My wolves walk around the whole club schemin Searching for a cutie that like to drink semen Bring her to the mini mansion, told me she wanna be a bunny Said she like the way I talk dirty I told her she had potential talk to Chinkey P the type of vulture to fly a girl wit me Outta state send her back to you on some freak shit How you stink, make you wanna bust your gun Mad cuz you know a iller nigga fucking your hun Handle it, what more can I say Put her on a chain, my dunns too beautiful for her to stay away [Hook] They could never get enough of it Yo that's that shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit Makes niggas wanna thug They could never get enough of it Yo that's my shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo rock that shit, that real life shit Makes niggas wanna thug it They could never get enough of it Yo that's that shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit Makes niggas wanna thug They could never get enough of it Yo that's my shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo rock that shit, that real life shit Makes niggas wanna thug itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mr. PresidentWhen carrying out attacks on other nations, destroying their infrastructure and deforming their future generations, the imperialist needs to rewrite history and keep repeating it over and over until it becomes true President Truman: Young lady with the red hair right behind the schoolteacher there Student: Mr. President, why did you drop the atom bomb? President Truman: I made the only decision I ever knew how to make. I did what I thought was rightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Life(Prodigy talking) Yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey It's like this nigga, yeah [Prodigy] Aiight before I get started spark up the Laureltons Light up the night up, now let's get it going To the mothafucking top, I don't mothafucking stop Till we find life out there and setup shop Party rocking, bottles popping at Henny and Mo' It's like 500 bitches now we're having a bowl Got a gun, screwdriver, a knife, and a shank Plus I break face bones with my platinum rings It's a ghetto love story I'm in love with the life Of the rich and Infamous, Ferrari's and Ice Lamborghini bikes, they ain't make those yet I'm still waiting for that 700 Benz I do it for my niggas in the dead and in the pens Just when you think this shit's over That's when this shit begins This the Bronx, this Harlem, Brooklyn and Queens That 'New York State of Mind' where you're popping 'em thangs (Chorus) Prodigy X2 The violence don't stop The beef don't cease The money keep coming The paper increases The gun fire don't end The people stay dying So I'mma keep living the life You damn right [Prodigy] Murda, murda, the murder Killa, killa, the killer From Queens goddammit I'mma menace to the planet Put your body on that asphalt, fucking asshole Come to the hood and you ain't got no passport? He couldn't get his gun out the stash fast enough So that nigga got his ass blasted up Keep the Hennessy coming, and we keep lighting up Nigga I stay sedated, that's right we're not cut From the same cloth, you're chin-chilla soft I'm brilla-pack cost, I'll take your skin off You *edit* --- rub me the wrong way You're a suit and tie nigga, P hoody all day Tattoos and jewels - Mister Cartoon And Gabriel in the district, get all my loot I'm addicted to looking fresh I'm super fly, got a bad habits for hammers I'm in love with .9s (Chorus) Prodigy X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Diamond{*whispered in the background: "diamond, diamond.."*} [Bars & Hooks] We ain't goin platinum (nope) we ain't goin gold We goin diamond - ten million sold We break records (records) and move units, that's how we do it (Do it do it) Makin millions and billions from movies and music World tourin, shows, performin The deals, the budgets, accounts, enormous We got it (got it) you frontin, you need it, you want it The Mobb, and Bars, and Hooks, we comin Delorean, and Mr. Bars, how about that? We some Queensbridge niggas that ain't all about rap We own streets, run websites, log on To the one and only, InfamousStores.com We load up the tour buses, to get these checks We independent, we don't need your respect We +Infamous Minded+, you've been blinded It's Bars & Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond! [Hook: Prodigy] Yeah, what more do y'all want from us? We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough Years we got crumbs, doin the supplyin We independent now - we.. goin.. diamond! Yeah, what more could you ask for? We the team, we deserve everything and more All the blood and sweat for our dead we stopped cryin Swallowed it, survived it - we.. goin.. diamond! [Prodigy] You might catch me steppin out the Lamborghini With ashy legs, my chain swingin I grab my piece, so that shit won't damage the paint Chest naked holdin a drink We got these hoes by the brain, we black rap moguls We the most poppin, we the illest niggas rhymin Let's go team for team, you don't want that We make niggas quit rap, we so violent The only thing that calm us down is more dollars We need NBA cash, the yachts, the labs The Porsche, Ferrari, the Hummer, you mad? AK-90, the sigs, the macs Grenades, silencers, sterlings that blast To Linden, the sweeper to murder yo' ass You doubted my niggas (WORD) now we up Yeah, you musta been wildin - we.. goin.. diamond! [Hook: 2nd half + 1st half reversed] [Bars & Hooks] We gon' kill 'em with this here, and ship ten million This year, look on the charts it's there At the number one spot, locked of course By these ghetto street pharmacist entrepeneurs Who woulda thought? The car I always wanted get bought Sittin on ten times twos, rollin by you It gets bigger, I remember bein broke So the plan now is to get richer Ain't gon' be no scufflin my nigga, I ain't gon' fight ya I'mma pay the piper to snipe ya, it's real like that Goin diamond make you feel like that Cause I done been through the bullshit, dealt with the bullshit Now I'm lampin, mansion, and a few whips Ain't nothin but a thug thing, this the club theme Bars & Hooks to H.N.I.C. we climbin Finally we shinin - we.. goin.. diamond! [Hook] Fuck y'all niggas man We goin diamond.. we goin diamond.. Knahmsayin? Move these units.. do these shows.. And hold this money.. hold the cash We goin diamond.. goin diamond.. We goin diamond.. diamond diamond diamond We goin diamond.. we goin diamond.. We goin diamond, we goin diamoind.. We.. goin.. diamond!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My World Is Empty Without You(Intro) My mind and soul Have felt like this Since love between us No more exist (Verse 1) This my song to the most high, who created all life on earth Like the birds that fly, the sweet air we breathe All plants and trees, the sun, and every planet in the galaxy Yo, they feeding us bullshit with all these books We didn't ask to be here we got took Enslaved, and killed, we was raped and hung We was lied to, and forced to build America Robbed of our technology, and knowledge of self The Black man, is the original man of this earth We can live under the sun, it give us strength The White man gets sun burn, and cancer of the skin I got a lot of white friends, I'm not a racist I acknowledge the most high, I'm not an atheist I just tell see through the bullshit, and speak my mind They terrified of my words, so they censor my rhymes Good lord, I'm crying out to you Have mercy on the slave masters souls that did us dirty They don't give a fuck about they own poor white trash Just imagine how they feel about my black ass Fuck Christopher Columbus, the Indians was here first And fuck the Vatican, the pyramids is older Shot off the nose and lips of our statues Mad it was black faces, staring 'Back at you' We even built pyramids on Mars, they won't tell us about that Cause then we'd realize who we are When I wrote 'Pearly Gates', they said I hated God So I wrote this song the creator, the all (Hook) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) (Verse 2) This my song for the Almighty, the first and the last Your bloodline is alive and healthy These people don't scare us They call us niggers so much, we wear it It's like a reminder don't forget it It's no forgiving, the evils that got the whole world possessed Under the spell, of the mighty green dollar bill Got us running 'round shooting people up, beating people up Sticking people up, selling people drugs Genocide, suicide, homicide, murder These are the things that we see being brought up In cartoons, movies, and history books We go outside, and it's the real Gunsmoke Lil' niggas in the hood got car bomb burners, fifty-two shot banana clips Lil' devil kids getting locked up for life, and do it on purpose We fearless, and numb to the pain and the hurting... Lord! (Hook) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Y.B.E.[Intro: Prodigy] .. much more than your ass So many years and tears, the blood and sweat that fell Now it speak for itself I be the same nigga.. (get rich nigga) Uh-huh, get yours nigga, get yours nigga.. We take yours nigga.. [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, yo I can see it Dunn, yo let's be it Dunn And we can manifest all the cash we ever dreamed of It's the cream I love, for the team I shove All fakeness and everything else to far away from us Ain't no discussin for the plush life My niggas go hard and knock y'all down to survive In this jungle, wilderness, we was raised By the wolves and the scavengers, instincts like a animal But it toughened us, put a whole lot of thug in us And it paid off, cause can't none of y'all fuck with us Don't get it twist, I know, anyone can get touched But uhh - my style of Dunn is too quick to bust And too swift to just, talk in angles to Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, the best kept secret We killers, but chill Dunn (shhh) that's best kept secret Let's not jump off the topic, we talkin bout cash Fuckin with mines'll be, much more than your ass So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell This dirt underneath my fingernails speak for itself I be the same if I had billions You couldn't understand my pain if you lived it Give me the riches, and all of my Dunns'll be drivin It's beautiful to see the click, live comfortable {*Chorus: Prodigy and B.G.*} [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [B.G.] Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid Keep yourself laced, and get your ones Get your Dunns out the slums [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [B.G.] Get dollars, get cash, straight up don't get fucked Get your bucks, and get big Stash your first millions and live off the interest [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [B.G.] When I hit the block, pistol on my side, bundle of dope in my socks Dime bags of powder, sack of twenty dollar rocks I'mma hustler, I was taught be bout green Therefore, I got to have it by all means I be thuggin, B.G. was raised that way Can't see me bein a ho, you'll get played that way If I'm broke, you got coke, unhands that yay Be a man, don't break it off, gotta blast that K Drama, I love that, I bring that shit Dick get hard off that shoot-em-up and bang bang shit I'm Mobb Deep, with this click that I'm with, believe that Disrespect us if you want, we bang for feedback Glock got a bad mouth, when it start it don't stop Black talons go straight through the heart and close shop I'mma guerilla, I run with jackers and gangsters Convicted felons, and believe we armed and dangerous It gets real, I'm prepared for whatever it come to Let me catch ya with your drawers down, I'mma down you Police will find you in a project dumpster Withcha dick cut off, stuffed in your mouth motherfucker I don't care, about you or no nigga that you fuck with Alla y'all can slip and get your head busted B.Geezy love this, gangsta shit nigga Whoever I beef with I creep and spank ya quick nigga {*Chorus*} 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bless You (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Intro] Peace, what up dog? Yeah yeah yeah yeah You know what it is man Same shit ain't nothing changed Out here getting it Doing what I was supposed to be doing Mind on my business, you know what I'm saying? Gettin' my money what up with you everything that good? Aight Is that right? Y'all niggas better go handle that then Do what you gotta do man Handle your things boy [Verse 1] May the good Lord bless you With anything you hope or wish for bless you May you live a long life Make long money sleep good at night (I do) I wish you nothing but the best May you love real deep may you laugh real big (haa) I pray your enemies fail And you ain't never gotta spend time in jail (fuck that shit) May you travel safe And meet good people along the way I hope you know you one of a kind And you ain't gotta be like them you're just fine (you're alright) I wanna see you become wealthy (uh huh) And more important than that, stay healthy (stay healthy nigga) God speed, and pray you never have to lock horns with P (Oh hell no) [Chorus] Peace be with me The dark and the light angels protect me (yeah, that's right) Life is about balance You trying to be cool but sometimes it gets violent (nigga) Peace be with me The dark and the light angels protect me Life is about balance I'd rather be cool, but out here it get violent [Verse 2] Out the shadows Let the moonlight shine on me (who that?) Keepers of the night, keepers of the Holy Rapping words the spirit of the strong in me I use the force, careful with that shit, baby I feel you I'm still learning my own strength Sorry if wasn't perfect when you thought I should've been I'm just a work in progress (yeah I know) I encourage my self to be better and master the art, its Long time coming seem like the other day I'm just being myself, they calling me a late bloomer (what?) And I don't know if that's a compliment or insult And I don't give a fuck really keep talking Got two pair of watch like the Polo, kid My time is so precious why would I waste it? On a silly bitch like you and miss my chance To realize my greatness and become who I am (beat it) [Chorus] Peace be with me The dark and the light angels protect me Life is about balance You trying to be cool but sometimes it gets violent (peace) Peace be with me The dark and the light angels protect me Life is about balance I'd rather be cool, but out here it gets violent [Outro] As I take my gun off before I pray I don't have problem with meeting God halfway Yeah, we believe in a higher force May God be with you through this war Shit real out here man, crazy out here man, peace [Female voice] You have just been exposed to a range of propaganda devices Used by the West to control, manipulate, neutralize and anesthetize entire populations It's own and that of other nationsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy FreestyleWhat up, thunn? Hold it down, son Yeah, check it [Verse one] Yo Anthem of the big barrels, handlers of huge flamethrowers The most foul, throw in your towel P-double, I'll blow a hole in your coupe bubble Raised like a soldier, camouflage post-up You shook when we slam or throw our guns in the air Stop the party like Trafalgar Square It's homicide music, when P put his words to it Street journalist, block war inquisitor Writer, for New York, novelist at gun talk Chronicles of a young blood taught To walk with his head up high Eyes wide, wise guy, made man with Mob ties Bolt-lock 9s, put one in a hole with no clip Pocket full of bullets wilding, 16 handling shit Through the dip, slip quick I heard sirens coming from afar and slid From the circumference, left a red splash then I dashed Back in my lab, heart pounding from running fast Put my half-assed gun back down in the stash Twin got a four-pound for sale I need that 'Cause this no-clip shit could lead to my ass Refuse to fall on my ass from any men's wrath, dollar's math And thunn call me back real fast, yo I ain't got no cash but I gotta smash This no-frilled nigga came past, riding on pegs Broke, nearly put one in his ribs I barely got away with my head Let me hold a fever on his strength Probably catch him on the bench Thunn said: “Use your head; this is it" Back outside, put my hoodie strings down tight Scene of the Crime, do or die Seen Bobby, he cop me some coconut wine Look across the street, I seen a dude walk by He reaching, the chrome of his gun caught my eye Push Bobby to the ground, move to the side He pulled out, I pulled out at the same time It felt like the end of Colors when we stopped and stared I threw a pop first, the shot burst, we both was scared He let his fear overpower his mind to think clear That type of shit end your career, now lookie here Squinted my lids, aimed for his face and missed But I placed a few good in his back and wrist He ran damned near crawling, I hit the house without stalling Sweat pouring, trying to catch my breath falling Check my body, to see if I caught one, or more some Bum niggas wanna front for what? They lost one Felt down the side of my forearm was wet Aww shit, take the pain and bleed Emergency'll call the D's Grab the Codeine and swallow half the bottle Get treatment out in Long Island, tomorrow Dedicated to K.B. and Yambo, the Scarface Twin To all my niggas that won’t think twice to sacrifice your precious life Word up! My nighttime niggas, during the sun’s hour, keep your head up Nigga, what? Word up! My true-to-life thunns Yeah…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Want Out[Verse 1: Un Pacino] I was just telling Hav' These young'n's is over wilding two shootings in two days And none of it over dollars, have my mind zoned Somewhere in a different time zone Y'all can stand under building, I'm tryna buy homes But I ponder it gradually grab me back, you can put me anywhere In the world and ill adapt, look I'm tired of flying to label reps like my niggas all ready to eat The table's set, I'm tired of corner standing Piffin the same exit, keep it real I want hills my ninja Change settings, I want a backyard where pookie can play I don't care if it cost my life nigga shoot me today Remember going to the store momma told me to keep the change I wanna jump in something new tell my momma to keep the Range My man got shot I had to peddle him home He couldn't take the pain and caught a heroin jones [Hook] This is it I want out This usually part of the movie where the pistol comes out Like I said I need change I need a whole lot of this money and little bit of fame It's like a ghetto tell tales I'm tired of camouflaging the corner let me get the next sale I'm really tryna prosper of a good good rap Before I leave out the hood I take a good look back [Verse 2: Havoc] They say, what don't kill you will kid it'll only make you stronger And the wrong mistake is a half dead ass doing the coroner Heavenly father I'm looking into the heavens My girl think I'm going crazy this nigga going 7th These days you know the hammer under the pillow Got a mansion left from the ghetto I'm trapped in the middle So niggas layed flat like soda without the fizzle When it rained it poured be lucky it only drizzled Took my homie under my brella I took him in He bit me turned around and told me thats how a snake wins The world we livin in... can't trust a homie far as I can shoot a nigga Leave me the shit get lonely, homie Dont speak my name if you don't know me Most important you *black* the bitches dat shits is corny Out ya rabid ass mind tryin to run up on me Don't make have to shoot you wit the 40 [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, thun, I be right back, yeah hold it down G's While I'm gone get me songs all over the streets Thats what you call awareness, these niggas put they lil albums out But nobody cares it's P time to shine Get dat shit the fuck outta hea I satisfy the custi's My history at retail, is outstanding My cd got wings cause it flys off the shelves While I'm stuck in the bing for the next 80 days Fuck it I got years it can't get no worse than it already is I spoke to my nigga Yayo the other day He told me everybody bumpin H.N.I.C., part 2 And on the youtube, I'm killin'm out there, crazy views I make a rapper run for his life and drop a gem This nigga threw his watch so we would stop chasin him He lucky I was on trial, I woulda stabbed him, he was saw from every angle All them cameras. fuck it I still won, still undefeated This nigga tryin to act like he did something, beat it Your not a gangsta its been proven Nah, you just a snitch like Frank Lucas Yous a false prophet, out in the world While a real nigga like me trapped in a cell [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The One And Only (EP)[Prodigy] Don P, Colonel 16's Captain Bars, man you can call me Whatever the F you feel best Just as long as you spell my name right on the checks I'ma, keep doin what I do so well Truth be told, without money I would still spill All of my thoughts onto the beats This is my passion, my baby, I breathe... ... eat sleep and shit soul music Watch how my song touch you, it's spiritually moving ... You might wanna cry He got a problem with P? He might wanna die While I'm, so lovable and so humble That if you cross me, then you deserve to stumble And fall on a Rambo knife Look homey, you obviously don't know me, I'm [Chorus: repeat 4X] The one and only, Infamous, notorious [Prodigy] I'm Bandana P, the fantastic one Reptile, I spit acid, they kyan't done I die harder than your average die hardheaded nigga I don't learn 'til it's too late, and it's early nigga I don't take orders, fold, or break under pressure I don't take kindly to strangers or new faces It might be the police Maybe the D.A. brothers, come to get me ... I've got a dark sense of humor Gotta calm down a lot, I, got a hot temper ... I'm tryin to change But these people out here push me to engage In all types of fuckery, jealous and they envious Misery love company they don't really love me~! I had to sever our ties Sit back in my jacuzzi watchin pelicans fly Thinkin back how we used to be on the same page I realize now, that you nothin like me, I'm [Chorus] [Prodigy] My reign at the top don't stop, it's endless Watch me crush so-called competition, man listen There is no threat to my position These niggas is harmless, there's no comparison, to Rap's top shotter, best sellin author In non-fiction, you better pray I go easy And thank me for not exposin your bumba claat I could go in on you, but I'm not Success is the best revenge And I'm fit to show you people how to do this here Intelligent, smooth criminal music You never lived this life, you can't relate to it I'm the chief of all chiefs, the Don of all dons The boss of all bosses, the fuckin warlord The grand wizard of bars When I die, my tombstone'll read "He was..." [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gun Play[Intro] Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em Getting real up in here y'all What like, is like, is like, is like How we do it dun Murda Muzik Big Noyd, Big P Get your gunz nigga [Verse 1: Big Noyd] Yo, you know who we be The R-A double P, E-R Niggas fuck with this And they get sent to the E-R I see y'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining Keep your head up Cause you'll get wet up Flashing diamonds, dancing, shining But thugs like me, repping QBC Is a place when is cold out, niggas go all out Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark Drama we into, and bring it to you physical With four-fives, four nines Gunz ain't a thang duke You know what them thangs do Swing and lay whole crew There's tension in the air Better chill when I'm telling you I know you down from eighty-five live You ain't scared to die You getting dough and getting by Yatti-Yatti-ya But its real when the H-N-I-C And the R-A double P Strap with them G-U-N-Z [Hook] My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, oh niggas want a gun play [Verse 2: Prodigy] Really, lets do it here and now We dont negotiate We dont settle out, we pull a heavy metal out We make niggas shit, make niggas piss Niggas humble when my duns rumble Go ahead pop your gun We got those too, this ain't nothin' new You ain't a threat Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet Whatcha you a thug who demand respect Like I give a shit Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs You get torn up fucking with P You'll get it bad Its like the same old song Let nigga front, blow his top off And I'm not in the wrong Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you [Hook] My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, these niggas want a gun play [Noyd] Yo, yo, yo We ain't shooting doors We kicking doors down Bucking your broads Dont let me catch you, eye you up And then draws, we murder y'all Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock Foul way y'all sound Thats how we get down till they rot If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop Do the maths, somebody ass gonn be up in a box Its not me, no days, no nights And you, no more rocking your wear Guccis with your Nikes [Prodigy] True, no more fronting like you larger than life Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs Show you how to work them guns Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums That'll handicap your team Till y'all bleed all over the street Whiles I, get the fuck up and outta here quick And if ur man wanna ride, for your bum ass The shit nigga [Hook] My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, these niggas want a gun play My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for shot We can do it to the gunz go lock Bust non-stop, these niggas don't want no gun play [Outro] Nah, faggot ass nigga Clap 'em down, clap 'em down, clap'em down sonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stuck On You"I'm Hooked, I'm hooked" "I'm stuck to you - just like glue" Alright, alright, uh-huh And I ain't neva let you go, let you go What time is it?, dawgs sit righ here Put the kids to bed - tell y'all story And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone First worry about my money, you know what..? [Prodigy:] Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars We made it to stardom, the new album The 50-50 joint ventures, it only gets better & better Might treat myself to a nice Ferrari for the winter Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER! 'Cause the nigga inside with the shotty got a temper And I play it by the book, man; I thought he was a burglar I'm gettin' off 'cause I served her You wastin' that broad with that shit they want More money than any dope man could eva see Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P I'm like Trapper John, 'cause I M.D And I do surgery on the nigga for free When it come to that Tae Bo, we gettin' box load I pop a nigga over my money, man all I know 'em [Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds] "I'm stuck to you - just like glue" "I love it, I love it, I swear I do, aaahhh baby" Yea that's how that one go you'nah'what'I'mean? (Live that money right?) And I ain't neva let you go, let you go, (No doubt) And who gon' love the paper man? You gotta love the paper If you got that much paper you gotta hold it down And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone So the next one, you know what that's about, (That's right) [Prodigy:] My bestest friend, my worstest enemy (That's right) Y'all could even save my life or be the death of me Even get me outta drama, or put me in a locker Y'all gon' have me wind up in that chair with the tires Stab a nigga like Myers But I'd rather put fire to your ass like Pryor (Damn!) 'Cause I prefer the iron Shoot at bitch ass niggas and do 'em like Bison I got big jump-off that fit down my pants leg 'Lil jump-offs, your dunn know A damn thang, niggas talkin' thug on their song on the radio But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes And we the same reason you brinin' re-enforcements through You'll neva get me alive my gun is like glue (Come wit it, come wit it) Shots spread like the flu, do you lungs, do your peoples I love my heaters, I'm... [Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds] Yea, you motha'fuckin' right man, them hammers man, them guns man And I ain't neva let you go, let you go Gotta keep them thangs on you, what you know about that though? But you know there's one thing a nigga can't live without And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone And it's the bottom line right here [Prodigy:] You know we like; phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies With the nightstands walk and bodies that talk Make niggas dig deep until they barrel the game And pull out somethin' that'll definitely gettin' to her brain (Word) With the perm or the braids (Whatup) It's all love as long as it curves and it's in right space (It's all good) With a face that deserves the front page I got the keys that'll free all birds from their cage (Let's go) I get pussy like James, its nuttin' to point Y'all niggas takin' too long to get to the point (Fo' real) Y'all chicks makin' me sick, you lookin' so good bitch (God damn) I gotta have you, enough I can't stop it Gangsta love, you pretty and thug She's like the hood nigga only if he's bustin' his gun Mama you go girl, you keep right on, doin' what you doin' Keepin' niggas off [Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds] "I'm stuck to you - just like glue" "I love it, I love it, I swear I do, eww baby" And I ain't neva let you go, let you go And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone And I ain't neva let you go, let you go And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone [Outro: Sample dialogue] Ok we gotta battle the .9 millimeter heavy duty pistols West has the carbon 15 .9 millimeter pistol And I got a mac-10 from Invasion USA We're gonna have a 'lil race, you read? (Yep) Ok, bottom two, here we go: .9 millimeter fired, then the mac-10 I winEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Infamous Minded[Prodigy] Yeah old school part one feel it The realest, Who be the realest Them niggas stay Infamous minded U've been blinded Cut on your face Fucking with these mobb giants They are the victims We be the victors Sometime a nigga gotta step up And bring war, Spray ks And go out in a blaze Young guns learn to duck So they won't catch strays Won't shoot to be frontin' Or to waste shots for nothin If I'm pulling out my torch Im gonn hit somethin', Whatever Slugs through your avirex leather I close one lid So I could aim a little better I stop firing And de-cock the hammer You need triads I need to get up outta here Dont really think It's cool to let another man [Havoc] "Let me buck that nigga son" [Prodigy] I hold my own cannon and shoot just as fast Move with select few Dont fuck with lil dude Or little pistols Strictly the big Ru's Cause deuce-deuce its only good for hiding I need big firepower when I'm riding 52 shot clips You pop lips, Silence And i dont stop dumping till i hear sirens I'm not a Boyz N The Hood addict Menace fanatic I live the street life for real So I can brag it Pop gave me gun lesson back when I was a kid Now I fire more arms than he ever did Thats why I keep things in proper prospective And every album point y'all niggas in the right direction There's no protection, when I'm on the mike You couldn't fold me If you trained all your life You's a chump, I'm a champ You broke, I'm top dollar Niggas gotta whole lotta mouth Thats no problem Fake thugs lay down Real killers dont yell it Bring it don't sing it nigga Use intelligence Its evident you not, murder material When you all alone, you pose guns in the mirror yo Chinky, Rapper Noyd, Hav, G part 3, my nigga Bino and Nitty Y'all feel me Let me get deeper in the subject Cause its gets me hard Every nigga holding Dont mean he gonn arc Any nigga that show it Need to disown it Or get it tooken by another who deserve it Listen, this is what it takes to survive today Use your eyes, to my niggas thats ride with me And you see that nigga P, be the storm quiet Im holding, so ease back I stay infamous minded [Noyd] Yeah yeah nigga, shit is real You know [Prodigy] Infamous minded [Noyd] Yo, this niggas outhere We moving blindly dun, its all about survival though They don't know You the top dawg for the rest to follow [Prodigy] Infamous minded [Noyd] You know how we do it killer The Qb way, my way or no way Queensbrige to our death day [Prodigy] Infamous minded [Noyd] Shit, why you think they call us infamous nigga We earned the title nigga Not cause it sounds tough dumb fuck [Prodigy] Infamous minded [Hook] [Prodigy] When the bridge start rocking The bridge, It keep rocking When the bridge start rocking The mobb'll keep rocking When the bridge start rocking Queens still be rocking When the bridge start rocking My niggas keep popping [Repeat Hook til fade]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Delt with the Bullshit[Prodigy] Dunn it's real like that [Havoc] Uh huh yeah Uh huh yeah(uh huh) Yeah, ha(solo on that ass ? dealt with the bullshit) Check me out dunn(yeah) Check me out now(out yo) Yo Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows Feel me for what I stand for And I'mma do it til the death til I can't no more Fuck a ho, it's all about dough Still, fuck her and still don't love em That's word to mother Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth It's die or lose I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen On the strength that I had to hurt something Cuz my stomach hurtin I'm a cool nigga, but don't let me start buggin Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn Niggas gotta eat, fuck settling for crumbs Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb Til hell freezes over yo y'all niggas better run [Hook](Repeated 2x) (Havoc) Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit Lived through the bullshit So put a clamp on them loose lips My niggas do kill shit (pow pow, pow pow pow) [Prodigy] Guns redundant My dunns move in abundance We loose cannons, my rugar will pop somethin What's all the frontin Being cavilier will get you nothing Or maybe touched though Keep pressing me and we be thumpin like The Lords vs. The Hawks When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back And punctured his lungs It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you Yo get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude Yeah, respect the colors and the flag i wave Respect the I.M.D. embroidery My shit is classic and authentic Blowin dick Y'all niggas grafting my whole presence Get your own shit My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon Now, twist up your cheebas I get deeper in depth My rap page make niggas throw they reefer at us Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do Just don't test me niggas I be toasted up What(echoes) [Havoc] Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit and lived through the bullshit [Hook #2] Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit Lived through the bullshit(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah) So put a clamp on them loose lips My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow) [Prodigy] My style, identical to guns that burst I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down My shit burn, make em far from a clown [Havoc] Ay yo, likewise See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise Then I, reply with a cold shoulder You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover Chorus #2 [Hook #3] Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit Lived through the bullshit(uh huh, yeah) So put a clamp on them loose lips My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Great Spitters[Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz] Rapping is my religion Brings me the finest women Gives me them eight figures Cause we some Great Spitters [Prodigy] Respect that M O B B D Double E P Real rap, real shit, real spit Niggas pray when they see me [Cory Gunz] [Verse 1: Prodigy] It's that real conversation, my mu'fuckin' occupation Hitman I body that with a cognac, with a track, I slay it With a little bit of grass, little bit of class Little bit of brashness I mix it up, till it's just enough To have me on that best rap list It's that empire state shit, where we love the entire nation Niggas that want to stunt on us, they deserve to die, don't try my patience Paint prov, like a bass kick, thank God, I erase this, big boy to head boy Take that as a fuckin' favor I know, I know, I know, you niggas think P be poppin' shit And probably don't know that everything P be poppin' is Louder than words, my niggas ain't clowns, we not herbs I bounce yo head off that curb, I'm just a rhymin' expert What you niggas want me to be, your Grim Reaper see? I can see through you snake ass eyes And you know misery loves company, and they hate when they see me shine See these dimes, see this cash, see me on tour with the infamous I'll see you in hell, my gun ring bells, puts all that bullshit to rest [Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz] [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] I've got niggas on lock, doin' time Cleanin' Mac's, right off the block, movin' dimes Who wanna ride, where to? Chicks told me I'd be there in a year or two Goin' at the mall, corners appear poof Death is just around the corner, it's here too Got a little brother, I'mma give a better life Beautiful little girl's I'mma put to bed at night I was 12 in the kitchen, when they let in white R.I.P. my nigga Beretta Mike I'm affiliated with the renegades I don't got juice, pop you, now I'm Minute Maid In the bucks we trust, when they lust me I'll be givin' a fuck to dust into disgust we bust Mom left me, she was too young, she would've kept me Still wouldn't be able to run, bad-ass loud tell a nigga to hum Dessert too hot nigga eat wit ya tongue Militia, Mobb Deep, YMCMB, I'm done Like Charlie, see me have a gun Tell an old girl, party with a nigga til' one She got a body, harder to beat on a gun I got keys to the spot with a G and a Pump D's on the block just screamin' to jump P tell 'em stop 'fore I be in the front When niggas get caught, catch me if you want (x2) [Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Am I Crazy?Yeah... [Verse 1: Prodigy] Attack of the thugs My thuns come through with bundles of drugs The Hip-Hop cops, just let us do us If we beat a nigga ass, they would just watch Just as long as we not firing gunshots Guilty thugs rush your door, get everybody in Because they stunting with the passes and I can control it We smoke the whole club out, me and the dum-outs Mazaradi Fox and my niggas from OV That's Queensbridge, Jamaica and Far Rock That's power in the streets you can't stop With jail bars, and thick cement walls Like you can murder people, what you gonna do at all? The rest of the hundred forty three thousand Nine hundred ninety nine niggas wildin' I had a dream when I was nine about martial law I saw global police, am I crazy God? [Hook x2] (Sometimes I wonder...) Am I crazy yall'? (Crazy, crazy,crazy) Am I crazy God? God please show me the sign, if I'm not crazy [Verse 2: Prodigy] I'm cracking the benevolent Machine guns and tanks To come inside your party with a fucking AK And we just chilling, we just want a few drinks And get a few bunnies to hop back to the place It's not a problem if that's what it is But if it is a problem then it is what it is And we handle that accordingly, see you ignoring me I'm gonna laugh at you when you can't stop your arteries From bleeding, see that's what you get So what if that nigga die, he wasn't innocent And if he was, he was wrong place wrong time It's on me I pay for it in my next lifetime For right now, this is how it's going down You fuck around you lay around, moving your bowels This nigga mistook me for some type of coward, a fraud Now look at him, crazy soft, am I crazy yall'? [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Prodigy] And then it happen, at three thirty three A big fire in the sky in Queens I almost crashed my car, on the L I E Godfather and Ty max was both sleep It wasn't meant for them to see Nah, the sign was for me To let me know I'm not bugging This shit real, if you do the research you will see that it's real My nigga E Money Bags R.I.P He told me back in ninety nine this was gonna be We both tried to tell Nas but Nas was doing him His little brother Jungle was the only one that listened (Yup) Jay-Z and Jaz-O know Jay-Z chose to ride with the other side though The math all add up, you can check it out I told you, me and Pac would've worked it all out Because Majestry and Stretch would've dead that now And we would've all been brainstorming wow Imagine life with an army like that right now That's what I'm talking about, that's real power 50 Cent my nigga because he know what's up Illa you my nigga tell me, I'm crazy huh? [Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Twilight (The Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson EP)[Interlude] Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse? Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong? Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone Depression got people starvin' all over the country Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit All of that is wrong Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that Bumpy Johnson: But? Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet You're nice to people, you-you think about things And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yeah When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps Come out to play with they hats pulled down And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness 'Bout to go down three at night Night shift workers come home they walk fast Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight E&J inside a hot chamomile tea Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin' There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke The narcs makin' movies They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight [Verse 2: Prodigy] It's 2012 and drugs still movin' The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine Some say the game over, they must be blind Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn It's nothin' like the movies We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight [Verse 3: Havoc] Yeah and this is right up my alley, P Likewise, won't let a nigga straddle me Pull up the cavalry, the salary is runnin' low [?] at his throat, now tell me what I wanna know I need addresses, how to access it You know it's somethin' if you got that nigga Hav stressin' Your mans know I got him stockin' up on mad vestes I been down this road so this my last ditch effort No homo, everybody get naked Play hero, I spin you like a hit record My goons bipolar, eyes over shoulder, and, how ironic, more gruesome when I'm sober Nocturnal, won't rest 'til I learn you Taste pussy, got a bitch in your guy circle I send shots at your cop Colonel Talkin' all that fly shit that's what it'll earn you [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Broken Apple (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Verse 1] Money is worthless real power is people Real strength is in the street where everybody's equal I'd rather have a hundred thousand strong supporters of the movement Down for the cause This life is amazing your life is dull If you think a big bank make you successful Just look at all the colors the ecosystem The plants and the wildlife is built with intelligence Just listen fuck just look at yourself You can't fathom your own operating system [Chorus] Fuck a Macbook I take a real book any day And fuck your automation give me a human being I mean fuck just look at ourselves We the masses of the Earth and nature is real wealth in abundance Give thanks to all The fact that you breathing you should be in awe [Verse 2] We the bricks at bottom of the governments pyramids A Ponzi scheme, we being con'd my friend That's all adorable your so naive Its just a metaphor you really looking for some puppet strings Base cadets can't assimilate fact from theory Common core education direct from Satan You see the inmates in prison just the ones that got caught Just imagine all the other shit freely going on I just shake my head I need THC My computer just crashed and deleted everything I just did [Chorus] Fuck a Macbook I take a real book any day And fuck your automation give me a human being I mean fuck just look at ourselves We the masses of the Earth and nature is real wealth in abundance Give thanks to all The fact that you breathing you should be in aweEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Be a Follower[Prodigy] It go hip-hop on our block Always lead to some fights and gun shots Niggas need to stop that bullshit hop Unless its really necessary to get hopped You got asshole pulling out busting on pounds Just to hear the sound or to see the crowd bounce Niggas need to save that shit for outside Or take all that noise up the block dunn aiight un Staying at the times you got to drug a man But godamn, you fucking up my pussy plan Fuck it Ya'll niggas never learn, so why should I concern After the show I'll grab my click and the tires burn Off to the next pavilion The infamous men, women, and children Stick together like dry ce-ment pieces Our story go too long for rap lines Too many of my niggas died on the front lines The Mobb history go too deep for rhyme Could you feel a pain in the trilogy of my regiment Please do We write these for you With the hope that my words sink through Like on the page how the ink do Hey yo dunn check it My every hour that passes Is guaranteed packed Cause the hour that's gone ain't never coming back Im tired of wasted days My eyes E&J glaze Romp you tools flooded with smoke fumes Make faster moves My raps can't lose Especially against you How soon we forget niggas minds be getting absent Not gone for a minute Ya'll niggas trying to shit It's time for Pee to turn back on the light switch And pull your faggot ass click out the darkness Yo its QB, queer bastard we queens best A quiet bullet will do yo ass justice Why you stupid fuck look at you now I can't believe how these niggas now-a-days gets down He just a clown from a foul part of town Who barely blent in He took my words on some personal shit He just self-conscience Trying to flip on some desperate shit Don't be stupid The mobb been through it Don't be a follower and get yo ass led to the fireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dirty New Yorker[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh Yeah... [Verse 1: Prodigy] Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, serial Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro' And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row AK-47, .40-Glock, .44, let 'em know from the door How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide I'mma ride, I'mma rep me a nigga up in the box And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin The drama it don't end, bust a gun Bust a nigga's face open with the hand Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas and the pigs I'mma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch I'mma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim The windows on the crib, bullet proof them [Hook: Prodigy] You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker Queens in this bitch fall back or get roped up You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker Queens mothafucka, move and get smoked up [Verse 2: Prodigy] Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor I'mma pro with the flow I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold With my next shit I'm just trying to seel a lil mo' I won't be mad if it's less, I'm still filthy rich We going on a permanent tour and never coming back I'mma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement Certain niggas not to be touched and I'm one of 'em Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin You gon' get real fucked up in memory of them I'mma cop some more ice, houses and whips Why they mad? Cause they can't spend money like this 180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth [Hook: Prodigy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Contest (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Intro] Welcome, yeah [Verse 1] I was born in a concrete garden Minus the synthetics, do your research My genetics one hundred percent organic The earth and the sun provide me with all that I need Can't dig up my grass roots, they too deep I don't budge The mainstream comes to me See a flower don't know it's power it just is It's just nature for me to flourish and grow big The Most High made me perfect, my flaws are a thing of beauty Character, and uniqueness I love myself, if I don't then who will I Wanna be just like the man in the mirror (huh?) Cause we can't ask for more He look good, rap good, he got it going on Like the Egyptian God the young pharaoh Build pyramids with money stacks, now yo [Chorus] I don't compete, I just create I speak my peace, I don't debate It's no argument, no contest You know what it is and heard what I said I don't compete, I just create I speak my peace, I don't debate It's no argument, no contest You know what it is and heard what I said [Verse 2] I'm the black rose that grew through the crack in the sidewalk A miracle baby, look at me I made it through the broken glass, and the dope needles too And them lil' baggies with the coke residue You touch me your hands gon' bleed from the Dons A defense mechanism that was given by God I'm not out to hurt nobody It's not in my nature to do such things I just live my, life until my little time is played And return to the essence from which I came Until then, get familiar you would wanna be on my side Ahead of time or catch a bang wagon ride 'Cause, when the shit turn violent The Infamous mafia shut down the whole environment (get 'em) Yeah, Infamous Mobb Deep Go 'head force me to show your dumb ass your shit stink, pussy [Chorus] I don't compete, I just create I speak my peace, I don't debate It's no argument, no contest You know what it is and heard what I said I don't compete, I just create I speak my peace, I don't debate It's no argument, no contest You know what it is and heard what I saidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ABC(Young P) Ayo daddy show these mothafucka's how we do it P, P, P, P P, P, P, P Who holding down NYC huh? P, P, P, P Yeah, listen [Prodigy] It don't matter who popping for the moment P is forever, it don't matter what's the new hot shit My shit better, courtesy of myself, thanks to me I've work hard to come with these Sixteen's is much more than a rap, this is pure facts You see what's really good when you catch him by himself Dolly, I leave a fool holy like Jesus Christ It's a miracle he still living And you could say a whole life time of prayer But you never in this lifetime player be the mayor of the murder murder Killer killer, bloody rap songs out the slums in the squala Made a few dollars, now they say I'm too rich I give some to you, now a nigga cool Ha, I ain't got two cents for you bums Now watch as I burn rubber in the six-huns CL made my gun ring a bell Where the shots came from they never can tell They just here to fire and everybody bails One nigga on the ground dying in hell Fo'real! (Chorus) Prodigy and kids A B C D E F G H I J K L M O P P P P P P P And numero uno P There's no other Kids tell 'em who I be A B C D E F G H I J K L M O P P P P P P P The one and only H.N.I.C. who holding NYC huh? [Prodigy] Listen, R.I.P season begins Dead bodies popping up, niggas getting hit Others getting beat the fuck out and bashed out MOP style, they get mashed out I razor blade you up and cut you bad You gon' need plastic where your face's at Boy I'll bullet riddle you up and chop you into parts Then scatter you all over the East Coast, kiko You're playing with your life You play with me you're like a baby running with a knife You're upset your wife got my CD in the changer And you rap too and she don't bump your bangers Your shit wack and then on top Your life style don't match the shit you pop This is gon' be simple cause you're easy Like 1 2 3, I do it niggas greasy as... (Chorus) Prodigy and kidsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy New YittyKILLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Prodigy] Yeah, look here man Every time the ball drop on New Years Eve We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese Burn this one for beating my case Then pop me another bottle and keep celebrating I'm always waiting for niggas to front So I keep me a banger, catch a stunt if you want Be like Super Dave, you fucked up Flat out on the concrete they peeled you up like the cartoons But this ain't fake, nah this is gon' hurt And you gon' feel pain I'm the results of slavery and poverty You had the drugs and guns to equal to P Watch how every time the drama pop off I'm on top The niggas try that wit' me and get shot Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money Wild paper, you niggas better run now from me (Chorus) Prodigy X2 New Yitty, my hand's never gritty I'll send the young boy to destroy every living Think outside, do inside the place I'll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in [Prodigy] Yeah, yeah, every time I'm around my G You know P drop that fire, ah I drop heat Too hot to handle; too cold to hold This two-hundred thousand on my wrist bone This is .22 long right by the hipbone And I got the bullets with the x's and o's On the tips I'll shoot you in the lips Speaking on my name just so you could get a spin (KILLA!!) Couple spins, this nigga is wack You's a ugly dipshit, the black Craig Mack I'mma handsome shooter, I'll simple clutch the ruger And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda I'mma mobster, wit' the two B's front to O You pull my foul, all you gon' see is gold And platinum music, homey go make a hit With 15 minutes of fame consider it a gift (Chorus) Prodigy X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s Murda[Intro: Prodigy] Yeah, uh-huh [?] Yeah Show these niggas what time it is, man Ayo [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo dunny little bitch ass nigga shot up my car Y'all little dirty ma'fuckers know who you are Little snitch ass bastards, bitch ass bastards I still be in your hood comin' through for mad years Out in Brooklyn, I see your punk asses again It'll be murder, I don't care who's looking That's right, catch me right up in [?] Red hook, pink houses, and Queensbridge still Can't nobody run me up out the hood (Nah) I'm like the IKEA store, see me up in your hood Whether I'm there for business, or no business Y'all idiots best mind your business When my shots go off they find they victims Then I scratch names of the shit-list When my shots go off they find they victims (Pow) Then I scratch names of the shit-list (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah) [Chorus: Prodigy, 50 Cent] Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder Yeah (That's right, that's right, that's right) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I can't keep count of how many niggas I cut with my blade Kilo across your face as thick as your braids Nigga, it's hot in the hood, you can't walk with a gauge Come outside with the pump, you'll be stuck in a cage I took the hit, and got up quick, stuck in a rage And my pain just pour through a pen on a page Wrong shit out your mouth, I'll put a hole in your fade Then it's back-and-forth to court, fighting the case I got extra money, my spots is pumping the bass So if you can't rap, it's cool, I hit you with a eighth They call me Hustle Man, fam, 'cause I switch up my hustle Get to sticking niggas up when that coke don't bubble Since a lil' nigga, I ain't been nuttin' but trouble It's easy to fuck up when you feel like nobody love ya I keep telling y'all niggas that I came up hard And I think like a nigga in Sing-Sing on the yard [Chorus: Prodigy] Yeah Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder (That's right, that's right) [Verse 3: Prodigy] When it's on I beat the shit out of dead horses, keep killing 'em You see us in 'em Porsches, we killing 'em Rap music got problems, 'cause I'm starting shit Anybody got problems with P can come get it I'm not scared of you, I'm very available You acting like you're so hard, I'm right here, dude No guards, no bulletproof vest Them shits is too bogey, and they make me sweat Fuck it, if it's time to go it's time to go Plus what's it gonna help when they shooting for your head, yo? Ain't no mission impossible And ain't no man alive got that much strength That he can't get touch, huh, you that sick, ain't you? And that quick, you turn into a thug angel Huh, you that sick, ain't you? And that quick, you turn into a thug angel [Chorus: Prodigy] Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?) The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder (That's right, that's right) [Chorus: Prodigy] Yeah Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?) The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder (That's right, that's right)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wanna Be Thugs[Havoc] Uh-huh, yeah, here comes another one And niggas gon' now what I'm talkin about (Most def.. most definitely) [Prodigy] Aiyyo Hav' man (yeah) kick that shit my nigga [Havoc] Check me out yo, uh-huh, yeah.. [Hook 2X: Havoc] Wanna be thugs, there's sugar in they tank Wanna be thugs, no cash in the bank Wanna be thugs, up North get raped Wanna be thugs, flashin jewels get ganked [Havoc] Yo I seen all types be the victim of a kite Be like, them silly fishes be the first one to bite yo They see the cheese but they don't see the trap Not a real live cat, but a real live rat You got, broken guns, the first to run First to leave, first to abandon your team Yo you wonder who I'm talkin about? I'm standin right next to you ass, the one that you got in doubt First to shout, to get you into some bullshit Now you're all drownin, cause loose lips sink ships Do you like Hav'? He be like, hell no It works, cause you know, that the fuckin truth hurts I just, let niggas bring 'em down in the day they cool After six they throw on the nightgown Loud sounds, expected after sundown Man down, half crowns get shotdown and right now [Hook] [Prodigy] Yo.. aiyyo we leave niggas with dry blood on they face Put slugs where your bones at, break you off a taste Shots of tequila, plenty Henny, we drinkin heavy Smokin dust, Dunn I brought mez(?) tabs with me And to my mamis on ecstasy C'mon, we can bungee in the V.I.P We turn bitches out, take turns in that bitch mouth Carve niggas up, show niggas what it's all about It's us, the best of Queens, handguns to minks Top fashion, we flash and bang Niggas think they Flash Gordon, we snatch the link Cause we mafioso and you the average dick Kid, we send messages through bottles Crash your face with the Mo, have glass all in your nostrils And run through y'all niggas like the shits Kick niggas with the boots, dukes we get biz, youse a [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 3 StacksYeah yeah yeah Old school Pt.2 feel it The realest, who be the realest? That's how we do it, man! We run through it, nigga [Prodigy] I'm the number one insane rapper mix CD stabba' Your album was doo-doo, I threw it out the passenger The number one crapta, the 8, the 12, the 16, 22's and 23's Sometimes I could blow a little steam I got alot on my chest but I keep it quiet, so I don't blow the steam Get 'em everytime, my millitary bars, will leave a permanent mark on ya brain The comeback kid, to see you get your ass whooped! Mad witnesses, these niggas mad shook! I don't have a clue, why he chose to speak on my name, when you know I'm gon' shoot You know I'm gon' crack yo' face, when you see me in the place I'm a dangerous person Behind the rope, poppin' off with the girl You got the ratchet in the car I got the ratchet on my person! [Hook] 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks And a pocket full of hats! (X2) It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop When it's on it go pop! (x2) [Big Twin] Yo, it been a long time since I sold a dime on a dime This shit too hot whoa! Its poppin' uptown when I used to see Flaco Now back to the block hollerin' 'I got those' I got those in every state, like the same amount of snitches that you got in your face I'mma make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood Shit changed, dunn the ladies say that I'm no good I smoke wood, to get high till we pass out Cash over bitches, that's how we ride out I''a G, rep QBC, with a fully on my back, kid. Who want beef? Loose teeth over bullshit, you want that? I'mma crazy motherfucker' beat you down with a bat It's 'Big Twin' if you don't know, you betta' recognize! I'm not the one to fuck with, I'm down to catch a homicide, YEAH! [Hook] 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks And a pocket full of hats! (X2) It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop When it's on it go pop! (x2) [Prodigy] Ferrari Testarossa, I start the motor Go from New York to South Dakota When I was a kid I drank beer, not Soda! Never hit the girls if they panties had the odor You put my songs for sale and I'm a good earner And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner My 223's spit, flyin' down the VanWyck When I'm in Queens, I make sure I see my man Twin When I'm in Brooklyn, I holla at G Love to see the girls ass-naked in the Tee Take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen My couch is Gucci, sit ya ass next to me [Hook] 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks And a pocket full of hats! (X2) It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop When it's on it go pop! (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Smack That Bitch[Chorus:] Baby I love you Why you did me so wrong Why why why why She couldn't nothing gone me Baby just let me explain I'ma give that bitch I'ma smack that chick I don't play that chick [Verse 1: Esther] You used to love me, you used to touch me Take me out every night Love kissing meall night all night I don't deserve all this speed I'm so tired of crying You're just a player you're just a liar A cheater, you're a cheater ohh I give you my eyes, I give you my soul I give everything to you Oh cheating [Chorus] [Verse 2: Prodigy] The clutch the heart Better rush my cold blood Probably do my benz you can see it in my face That I'm not the burb unless you were Only God no would occur Baby I'm not here getting paid is not a game I'm not afraid, I meditateon bodies Getting all this fast dope Dead nigga come try me And end it feel it with this cash flow I got this strage in me they playin games with me I spit up on their hoodies lead their brains drippie This that hood love, that good love Real shit I spill blood Phone flash in tears is the way I grew up Baby you got an evil angel for a soul mate May we couldn't leave each other And we lose all our strength Pray god that we never fall apart Cause our love baby it was written in the stars Let's take that little flacture light That go to Mars Or we could chill on the block Drinking play bars [Chorus] [Verse 3: Prodigy] You speak the shit though I ain't got that time for nobimbos I got one bitch in my life and She all that I live for Get my blood, get my flash, get my soul Do you real quick, I don't drink behind your back I ain't with that D shit I gotta beat it lucky and snuggy on planet earth I got the hottest bitch alive that's swerve To everything sacred you priceless my precious I just needed to know before I gave you access That everything is a 100 percent I was just playing with that girl You the one that I'm bad All night the shape over Pissy drunk over you Nice flipping on me feeling like a hangover I ain't got to lie to you Got nothign to hide You the only one I ever felt this way in my life Now now we too good for this bullshit And we too fly to be crying Cry pretty eyes death we defy [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s Nothing[Big Noyd] They could say what they say You know I ride to the grave when it's beef That Mobb shit, you know that hard shit for the streets That diabetic rap, nigga ain't nothing sweet That 'Murda Muzik' Infamous Mobb Deep It's nothing for me to wild out, buck niggas fo'real I run up in their spot wake 'em with the blue steel Got a nina, that got more bodies than Katrina Till I'm locked up, I'll pop up on your block with dem heaterz We stomp niggas out just to break your new Timbs Which means it's nothing just to break a few limbs The Gemstar cut a few and give 'em new chins Ain't no telling what I'll do off that Juice & Gin It's the rapper, the gun clapper, yeah it's him The 41st side and we at it again You ain't come up hard like Hav' and KB You ain't living like Noyd and P (Chorus) Prodigy Nah, never it's nothing for me to cut 'em Nothing for me to touch 'em Nothing for me to kill Nah, never it's nothing for me to buck 'em Nothing for me to dunn 'em Nothing for me to kill Nah nigga, it's nothing for me to spot 'em Nothing for me to shot 'em Nothing for me to kill Nah, never it's nothing for me to jump 'em Nothing for me to dump 'em It's nothing fo'real [Prodigy] Look, every one of you niggas now it's Mobb Deep Ain't none one of you niggas better not touch P Bloody sport rap, I destroy the beef And anything else in the way it get eat I'm the King of my jungle, they know the routine They can't come out side, they might bump into me And like 1200 men, we wilding again Showtime, Voltron when we connect We'll hurt something, murk something, keep your distance We animals in the zoo, stay behind the fence Play tough and get that ass fucked up quick You a lie, you ain't never been through no live shit Never played in the dirt, rolled in the mud No we not the same, you ain't grow up like us You ain't raised like Noyd, been through it like P You ain't built like Hav' and KB (Chorus) Prodigy [Prodigy] My nigga we Bloods, that tat' on our hands is Deep Till the tombstone your beef is my beef Till the sun burn out and ain't no more shots We gon' fight till the ending and give it all we got Niggas stunt on us, we gon' give him the god We done been through too much to let a nigga just walk Like he walked the walk, this nigga is all mouth When them shots get the popping watch 'em hug the ground Hiding in the cars, nigga scared straight Stupid, like I won't shoot up the gas tank After twelve we worst than Gremlin We take over the bar and can't help it Off the gasoline kerosene mix I'll bet none of y'all ain't never seen this Young Veteran in the war since fourteen When I almost got my head blew off in QB (Chorus) Prodigy X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Co-Pilot[Intro: Prodigy] They See me coming, They say here comes Big Time; Yeah, nigga, big money, big rhymes; Big ole thing in my pants for big body dimes; Between hate and love is a very thin line; (uhhh) They see me coming, they say here go big dog; Yeah, nigga, big money, big song; Big ole thing in my shorts for big body broads; Between hate and love is where the guns pop off; [1st verse: Prodigy] Now,I don’t buy shit; All of my chips go where I live; Hook it up nice, James Bond, Stylin'; Hi Tech shit; expensive; shower heads; TV’s in the mirror, watching “Housewives” with; My bad chick, pool size jaccuzz’; Bubble bath that, oh, we feeling in the mood; For some slow wet sex, pussy real splashy; She told me go long and threw it back at me; Babe, what do you say, you and I stay in love forever; Life is but a dream; don’t wake me; Sprees at Vinnie’s; Them lil t-shirts look perf’ on your titties; My baby; Live crazy and die of old age, we; Stress free everything’s all love lately; Ever since we hooked up, life is wavy; We anchor the yacht wherever the sun blazing [Hook] Superstar life, shooting star life; We crime; And crime don’t pay; Yo, Whatcha know ‘bout it; In other words; these names brands things is free, come fly with me; You’ll be my Co-Pilot ( x 2) [Bridge] Let’s get High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class)So High (Aye, Yo Wiz…) So High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class)So High (I know you see that right over there…) Let’s get High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class)So High (look, right over there…Yeah, Yeah, Nigga, them bitches got money, we got money..) So High, Let’s get High (do the math, swing that…) [Verse #2: Wiz Khalifa] Rolling up before the first ones even over; We run the game, Taylor Gang, we never sober; The kush I’m smoking on’s from the grower; The smells reminiscent of a motor; Cut from the same cloth cause G’s all the same; Me and prodigy seeing all this change; My weed got to be from the stronger strain; I’m cool with the pilot, I bring it on the plane; Say I’m ruthless, bitch, that’s why my coupe is; I got all this new shit off of doing music; Fuck the money, rap for family the most; Been rich so long, can’t remember being broke; Get high so much, don’t know it’s like being low; I take a nigga’s crib and spend it on a coat; That means I’m balling like ball game; 30 thousand on this Balmain [Hook x2] [Verse #3: Prodigy] Who’d ever guessed that; V.S.O. P be so gifted; He ushered in a new year with this big shit; It sounds like Miami nights on the club strip; Sitting in the fly V getting lifted; On the low, ladies spot me and ‘proach me; No cat calls, no shorty, shorty!!!; No excuse me miss; They see me and just step to they biz; Its more like; What Up Kid, I see you shining; I can smell a nigga with money, What up Big Time? its; Nothing but this muthafucking good life girl; You looking good, me and you can have a good night girl; Bring your chics to the Ritz; We got all of the bottles and the spliffs; And come and get some room service; From the god of sex; Are you my goddess?; You’ll find out soon enough; maybe no, maybe yes, its [Hook x2] [Bridge]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Big Ass Meal (Excerpt From Commissary Kitchen)I loved when I had visitors, especially my family. A few friends came too, but whenever my family made that trip, I made sure my uniform was tight. I’d “iron” the uniform under the bed. That’s where everybody ironed their clothes. You get two uniforms, so you keep one under the bed for your visit, so by the time the visit comes, it’s nice and fresh because you been sleeping on it all week. That’s like your visit uniform. During the rest of the week, nobody cares. On the visitors’ floor, when my kids used to visit me with my wife, they had vending machines where you could get snacks and chips and everything that they don’t have in commissary. People couldn’t wait for the visit because then you could have like, hot wings you could put in the microwave! They got ill shit you could get in the vending machine. They had hot sandwiches and other food you could put in the microwave: ill snacks, doughnuts, a lot of things. Just things they don’t have on the inside. They had this spicy chicken sandwich, and the name of it was Big Ass Chicken Sandwich. That was the name of it, yo! It was a spicy chicken sandwich like the one at Wendy’s. It was a spicy chicken patty, it had real jalapeños on it, and it really was a Big Ass Chicken Sandwich. It was about $4 or something like that. That was my favorite thing to eat. At every visit, I would get the Big Ass Chicken Sandwich. They also had the Big Ass Burger too. It would say it right on the package – Big Ass Burger. You can’t sneak it back up, though. They gotta strip search you. They gotta look in your butthole and all that. You gotta lift your nuts, cough, all that shit. After a while, I told my wife not to come because it was an 8-hour drive – four hours up to Mid-State and four hours back down. I didn’t want her doing all that driving, you know what I mean? So I was like, “Don’t come. Just come when you feel like it, holidays or whatever. That drive is too long.” Plus in the wintertime, it’s bad up there. It’s crazy. You know how many times after visiting the prison, people’s families would be like, “Yo, we got into a car accident and our car flipped over!” I used to tell them, "Don’t come up here. Come if you really feel like coming. Don’t come thinking I need a visit, because I don’t give a fuck. I don’t need it.” So this producer me and Havoc did music with named King Benny, it just so happened that motherfucker lived in the town where the jail was at in Utica, and he’d come and visit me every weekend. He lived five minutes from the jail. So I had a visit every weekend, and a Big Ass Chicken sandwich every weekend, sometimes a Big Ass Burger. It was crazy. He hooked me up with real kicks too. We could order sneakers, but they was corny. They had bootleg Jordans in jail. They had a bootleg catalog with fake ass Jordans, fake Timbs, fake everything, because you can’t have nothing that’s over $50. They want to see the receipt from the store it came from. So he used to kick sneakers under the table for me. I would buy them fake joints and wear them, he would come to the prison with new real J’s on in my size. And while we were sitting, we’d kick the shoes to each other under the table—I’d put on the real J’s and he would put on the fake ones. One time we did it, and we almost got caught. My man Benny is sitting right there in front of me, his back to the guards. I had to sit facing the guards. So I gotta look normal while I’m taking off my sneakers and look like I’m not doing nothing. I kicked my sneakers off, gave it to him. He kicked his sneakers off, kicked it to me, and one of the sneakers went flying to the side, almost to the next visiting table! I’m like oh shit! My boy tried to kick it over. I thought we was gonna get caught! We didn’t though, but I looked pretty sus tryin’ to act like nothin’ was goin’ on. But didn’t matter, because I got some new J’s. And I had a Big Ass Chicken Sandwich.From commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook published by Infamous Books. You can download the audio version of commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook for free on AmazonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Livin’ the Life[Jadakiss] Yeah Yeah, fuck I'm talkin' 'bout right here? Niggas ain't ready Knowhatimsayin? My nigga P Kiss, c'mon [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Livin the life, steady keepin it tight Never take a funny nigga's advice Pimpin the game, never trippin on fame When I'm done you'll respect my name The vision is real, time will reveal As I pack the steel Treasure I found, with the platinum sound That no other can put down [Jadakiss] I take a lot of advice, my lifestyle's product and dice And guns that'll target your pipe It's sorta like approachin the don, wrong word, wrong vibe 4-5'll leave most of you harmed Move coke through the ocean, paid off the coast guard Sailed out to Cuba, made sure shit's potent Violence with caution.. And ain't too many niggas you know that got pilots transportin Egg nog whip, four door Ferrari 2 M-16s's, I beg y'all flip I'm the hardest nigga you know, check it out Turned 40 ki's to 80 when I get in the door So I flash like cameras, blast like hammers I worry about y'all lil' niggas just like your grandmas Get shit jumpin like the playoffs Every twenty minutes a day give or take I knock a K off Been in the hood for real long Catch me anywhere and I got a half a mill' on Jada, kiss you now, you die now - why later? Double R and Violator [Chorus] [Prodigy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah P and Kiss y'all don't wanna miss this That's two ghetto-ass niggas on the same shit We the two best you ever gon' hear in your life Appreciate this shit; Infamous Records and Double R Nigga Cadillac trucks and bikes Mac 10's go off, P that young boss Blue bottles'll pop champagne and dutches Hundreds of that Branson, honies what's happenin Yeah, come thug it with us, we rugged and rough Out the box brand new shit for you to get crunk Heavyweight bars and hooks for you to turn up This is that gangsta shit the world'll bump This is that major shit, we burnin up Keep your ear to the street and you gon' listen to us Pull up my V is crushed, I blew up the spot Wit the twenties that keep spinnin after I stop When my bunny step out the car e'rybody watch When the Lambo' doors lift up, faces drop Somebody daughter fin' ta get fucked tonight Cause we fillin up the cars and the trucks tonight, what [Chorus] [Jadakiss] C'mon, yeah Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Niggas is lame and they ain't firin back And I don't understand how these young boys be admirin rats But don't worry 'bout Kiss, bein a snitch Only time I drop a dime when I'm leavin a bitch Am I allowed to hit 'em? These thugs that's actin Like slugs is awards and they proud to get 'em Nigga how dare chumps; put the pumps to the back of they neck And pop 'em just like air bumps [Prodigy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah OK let's bang nigga, the fuck you thought? P wet behnd the hammer, you get blammed up Guns'll shut your mouth, and fuck you up My dunns'll raid your crib and rape your slut We them real live N.Y. niggas We don't play, dead real boy, stay in your place 'Fore I put skirt on you; a wood box with some dirt on you You gotta be kiddin my shottie be spittin You hittin light poles tryin to get away from me The Continental T'll wrap around a tree Fuckin wit P, yeah that brand new exclusive shit A polka dot whip, with blood burgandy fits [Chorus] Violator.. Violator nigga, what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When I See You[Prodigy] Yeah It go; 1, 2, 3, to the 4 That nigga P double got that shit fo'sho 5, 6, 7, to the 8 You niggas make me laugh straight to the bank You niggas got problems with me? Can't wait till we're in the same room in the same place You just dropped the brick get outta my face Your album sound like shit, fucking disgrace To the whole black race, rap race Stop wasting budgets; buy your self a place My song will embarrass you, you're in the wrong game I'll make you look stupid, sound real lame Compare to this sixteen bars of pain When I write I get tight, I'll be ready to bang Cause in real life out in the world it get worst I'll brace car, buy guns, and bang for your shirt (Chorus) Prodigy There's gon' be some shit when I see you Goodfella nigga but I'm 'fenna get evil Up, put 'em when his pants was down Look, now I got 'em running on camera now There's gon' be some shit at this party Everybody leaving except for one body Got his self killed over that Bacardi We handle the shit then its back to the party [Prodigy] Ayo, dunn take the blunt while I fuck this nigga up Keep burning our flag and he fronting like he tough Niggas comin home from jail like they 'sposed to have me Under some type of pressure, go fuck your mother You really wanna step to me? Get online and go around the block, who next to get live? On P-TV, better not have step Cause everybody watching they all gon' witness My power and strength, they see it's not a toy You're trying to pet a Lion, I'mma enjoy me an arm for dinner May God forbid I, get a whole of the rest of you I'll be a sinner And thou shall not kill, unless they trying to kill me And then shall finger pop the Uzi Now the bitch's all wet, bitch ass nigga, I'll make 'em fall back When I hit 'em in his titties, catch 'em in the city Doing real dirty cause his face real pretty Niggas bleed more when they're drunk off the Henney You fucked up my shirt, mad DNA (Chorus) ProdigyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The One and Only[Verse 1] Don P, Colonel 16's Captain Bars, man, you could call me whatever the F you feel best Just as long as you spell my name right on the checks I'ma keep doin' what I do so well Truth be told, without money I would still spill All of my thoughts onto the beats This is my passion, my baby, I breathe, eat, sleep, and shit soul music Watch how my song touch you, it's spiritually movin' You might wanna cry He got a problem with P? He might wanna die While I'm so lovable and so humble That if you cross me, then you deserve to stumble And fall on a Rambo knife Look, homie, you obviously don't know me, I'm [Chorus] The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious [Verse 2] I'm Bandana P, the fantastic one Reptile, I spit acid, they kyan't done I die harder than your average die hardheaded nigga I don't learn 'til it's too late and it's early, nigga I don't take orders, fold, or break under pressure I don't take kindly to strangers or new faces It might be the police Maybe the Diaz brothers come to get me I got a dark sense of humor Gotta calm down a lot, I got a hot temper I'm tryna change but these people out here push me to engage In all types of fuckery, jealous and they envious Misery love company they don't really love me I had to sever our ties Sit back in my jacuzzi watchin' pelicans fly Thinkin' back how we used to be on the same page I realize now that you nothin' like me, I'm [Chorus] The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious [Verse 3] My reign at the top don't stop, it's endless Watch me crush so-called competition, man, listen There is no threat to my position These niggas is harmless There's no comparison to rap's top shotter, best sellin' author Of non-fiction You better pray I go easy and thank me for not exposin' your bumba claat I could go in on you, but I'm not Success is the best revenge And I'm fit to show you people how to do this here Intelligent, smooth criminal music You never lived this life, you can't relate to it I'm the chief of all chiefs, the Don of all dons The boss of all bosses, the fuckin' warlord The grand wizard of bars When I die, my tombstone'll read, "He was" [Chorus] The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notorious The one and only, infamous, notoriousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life is What You Make It[Intro:] Don't let 'em ever tell you dreams dont come true, Don't ever let them shoot down your dreams. No Dream big! Come here man, look me in my eyes now tell me who will stop me... [Verse 1:] Listen I can burn like the sun Or be cool as the moon Or depend how I feel at the time And my mood could just flip like breezy Or be easy like neyo was nothing Like a Dub but something like a kilo if I want it I pursue it I don't Let up Till I have it like presto you can call me Mr. Magic When I focus My attention on the things I desire, those things get Acquired no I Never get tired I run the longest run and I don't fatigue What more Then what I need no this is not greed this is lust for the Stuff that I See I vision got this picture in my head that leaves with Everything Listen If it doesn't exist I bring it to existence difference between me and You is this you see obstacles I see optical illusions I can not be Slowed down stoped or fooled with [Hook:] Anything that can be done I can do it better Anything is possible I can do whatever I chose life is what you make it I chose my own path Life is what you make of it [Verse 2:] Listen I believe I can fly on that G-650 Yeah I know I was born to live affluently All this expensive shit is just grown folk toys When your swamped with your money and You get to enjoy it but the best part About my life is all the people Who tell me how much they love me Yeah I love you too Mobb Deep is for life P is forever The infinite infamous man is like we never Fall short, fall off fall Back theirs never been a Team in the history Of rap with this Guinness Book of intelligent hard shiet only thing This game missing is more of This mobb shieet your strippers dance on Poles of them strip songs but In the car on the way home she puts on That HNIC Back to the real world Back to reality [Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Live[Intro] Yes, welcome back, to Infamous radio, 3-57 FM I'd like to thank all the callers that called in earlier The love is much appreciated Ladies call up, the request lines are still open We playin' whatever you wanna hear Right now, we got a special request Gonna play this young man record right here It's kind of fresh [Verse 1] Over here we tie your ass up to a chair And throw bricks at you top speed for ya head Slow pain, torture style Better hope one of these shits knock you out I enjoy watching you suffer, scream, shout And all that badman shit out the window And while he gone, Im having his bimbo Life is ill, and it make sharp turns bro Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc, and Light you up, stop your green From going any further, now you don't think So tough, you think you so tough? You need to be cool and just get your bucks Should've been cool and just got the ones Network with the thugs, that's all soaked in bread Money attract women, and have you (???) in But loyalty is everything, you unloyal piece of shit Ungrateful, son of a ho Your baby mama callin it dumb Fucked up the dough [Hook] Now ain't that a bitch That's life, fuck that live I'm nice I'm high off this Get right Do it up big, this life Get right live (x2) [Verse 2] And let die, just let go and let god You be alright just cool man, calm Anybody violate us, we bomb Nigga wrong gonna do that? He dumb Anybody that foolish, need scars Permanent reminders Got 'em all sick cause I spit like the virus Boy If I get up on my shit say goodbye-us Time for you to meet your maker, don't cry-us It's a little bit too late now for that cryin' I'm the fly thug poster boy I rap for every young scrap up in the joint I rhyme for every time my pockets was empty Now I pop Don, pour some in the street In memory of the old me The one and only R.I.P [Hook] (x2) [Outro] Yes, wild man, I really love this record, Ernie Ernie we got to play this more often This young man needs.. He's just... he just bitchin' Can I say that on the radio? yeah Callers call up, we still have tickets available For this year's summer cornrow contacts Right in the projects B.Y.O.B Bring your own bottle bitch Now hurry up and call Tickets are runnin' out real fast We're gonna get into the music right now, keept it going It's infamous, 3-5-7 Don't touch that dial I'll blow your motherfucking hand off Nah I'm just kiddin, you know we playin' All right we'll be right backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Click Clack(Prodigy talking) Click Clack Rock-a-bye Baby Click Clack Oh you'se dead mothafucka [Prodigy] Just look into my eyes, you see there's no bullshit And I'ma professional, drama bring a .9 slinger Just look at my face; do I look like I'm playing with you? Listen to my verse; Do it sound like I'm a scared fool? NO! I don't give a fuck when I rap You see me in the street it's the same way I act It's not movie dawg, it's a reality show So that'll be real good when that cali-coat blow (Chorus) Prodigy Welcome to the life of V.I.P On DVD 'cause shit too violent for MTV There's niggas being killed; bitches being fucked There's drugs being sold; our money getting up [Big Twinz] If you look into my mind; all you see is hate dunn The blood's everywhere, but most of 'em is fake one's I load up the .9, trying to get payload I take everything from you shoes to your Kangol You gotta give it up or get your arm chopped off Niggas know my name - Big Twinz pop off The fiends know wassup, I'm the one to cop off I'm not soft, Infamous fire like hot-sauce [Prodigy] Get a load of real shit, the hemi go bang The swami go rang, in the shoot & range So I could perfect my aim Stick you like a dope needle how a nigga aim Sharp-shooter, top shotta, top fire rapper Voted most likely to knock back up... I pick the ratch[et] up and cap you up Night or day it don't matter The skateboarder, surfboarder, snowboarder Understand P you see 'cause he's sorta... The best stuff on Earth And if you come up with your bitch to put the cuff on first 'Cause I'ma animal pimp, I get up on a female And tell her things she likes, she give me that tail And I call heads, but I was all wrong dawg, a sex is the best (Prodigy talking) Click Clack Rock-a-bye Baby Click Clack (Sample) "And the man walked in the valley of the shadow of death For years and he feared no evil"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy R.I.P.[Verse 1: Prodigy] Nobody can't stop our rain I don't bend, I don't break Too much dough to ever go broke Too much champagne to use flutes I'm straight from the bottle like a genie hoop Grant you death wishes I don't dance, I just do this Burn it down, I smell Piff I post it up Like an advertisment for a gangsta flick She like that, I'm smoother She's used to dudes trying to seduce her I tell her straight up let's move towards the exit So I can put her high-heeled shoes up On the roof of the hard head coupe She want me for me, and you for loot You goof troop, I'm all Throughout the globe, you're a local star Stay in your lane and get folded Wrapped up like tour bus promotion You're a flop, when your album drop It's like dropping a brick into the ocean [Verse 2: Havoc] Daytime drama, niggas get soaked Washed up good, blood stained clothes I'm OD reckless Out of left field my team'll just wet this You ain't gotta like it but respect it You ain't gotta fight it, just let it What's good, everything Gucci 'til I gotta give to them raw like sushi bill Get his coofie pill I'm that nigga, bitches choose me still Left my penthouse with a swollen jaw I'm everything you can't be it's hopeless Like a penny with a hole in it, oh shit Worthless, and I'm just perfect On purpose, Hav at your service [Verse 3: Raekwon] Any towels out there B? Bring your album out Come on B I'm foul with a gorgeous neck Dusted and style, a half moon ...protect me Bruce Lee glasses in the Aston Sipping a half a glass of Coke Wile out for last year Money stronger, Benz longer Jetting to the Teeter Barrel Two sprinters along Ghost catch me in your pocket Other than that, up in the stockage Wool ridge jacket on the pop No funny money, my bunny Colombian Thick back, grey eyes, and she got no stomach Pull out the wiper and sweep Drop it out the window My kin'll blow you right to sleep We professionals, grabbing our testicles Who wanna battle, bring your burners and geckos I'm sure to have fun on you young niggas I'm not a hater, or can't stand on my man to man 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Back***Also appears on Tragedy Khadafi - Thug Matrix II - The Fugitive (Prodigy) Know sometimes you just got to show niggas how you do things That shit hurt . . .time will tell like my nigga Illa Ghee always said I love all my niggas, I swear cross my heart hope to die (alright) Hear me out, put a bullet in your mind (Prodigy Verse) Yo thun they caught me from the blind side me the Pee The one who spread love, me I never shit on my peeps I never left my dogs out in the cold I extended my hand with compassion, you extended yours in war Cool fuck it, y'all snakey mother fuckers Gonna learn how this nigga rock quiet storm niggas Leave you shot for dead, nigga I'll rot your flesh By myself come for delf and just pop your head Now have a good night you snake skin bastard See you at the crossroads faggot And in the mean time and in between time Pee will be layed up with more shines, more dollars for more nines More boxes of talons to put in your spine You cross me nigga you lost your mind Scratch that you never knew from the start So I forgive you, after you die squirmish, shots burneth (Prodigy Hook:) Thun the get back, is so sweet The taste of revenge your blood on the street It's called payback for that shit you pulled I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet The taste of revenge your blood on the street It's called payback for that shit you did Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH (Ammo Verse) Son we chose life fast, and niggas kept stuntin' Had to show our ass straight up explode right fast It sounds cold but we roll like that Rippin' rats finished off our path, we was close like that All them nights that we threw back yak Who would thought he do me like that straight leave me flat Niggas ain't never feed me black, wanna see me clap Blood filling up the cement crack Straight snakes and I resent that I fall back try to prevent that Try not to be bent at, foul atmosphere Stunning what's happening here Got me 'bout to dumb out dumping out Macs in here Niggas catch a hot one, fucking with Am this year Wet every man in here vengence lost my senses Y'all start quarrels I end it And show up at your wake full of sorrow pretending To blend in (Prodigy Hook:) Thun the get back, is so sweet The taste of revenge your blood on the street It's called payback for that shit you pulled I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet The taste of revenge your blood on the street It's called payback for that shit you did Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH (Tragedy Khadafi Verse) Yo I blow holes in ?moschinos?, splash niggas in they mink ?stoles? Down to their Kenneth Coles, fuck model bitches center fold Never love a ho, you got guns let it go my nigga let it blow And what had killed you is what you don't know It's two-five goodfellas gettin' dough Yo my mom chose dope made love to the needle I caught 'em fuckin numerous times and turned evil Back in '89 you can say I'm trapped in tme Still thirsty like a little nigga dying to sihne Baby moms said I got issues, too many problems I rock timbs 'til my socks turn orange Do a nigga dirty, relate to the unworthy A young G with Q-T and black shirty I've been nice since lee pin stripes and britsh knights Fore' building razor tag and sword fights Niggas see the light when they start losing pints You can die by the gun or the knife And I'm nice with both, coming at me with the wrong approach Don't make me Arab neck tie your throat, you bitch nigga!! (Prodigy Hook: To Fade) Thun the get back, is so sweet The taste of revenge your blood on the street It's called payback for that shit you pulled I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet The taste of revenge your blood on the street It's called payback for that shit you did Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCHEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Warning: I Don’t Fuck With Prison Surprise (Excerpt From Commissary Kitchen)When I first got to Rikers Island, I met this one dude. I forget his name, but he was a little Guyanese kid. He knew one of my mans on the street, and was like, “Yo I know so-and-so!” And I was like, “Aight, wassup.” So he was cooking and he was like, “I want to show you how to make this shit.” He was right about it being “shit.” It’s called Prison Surprise in most prisons, and inmates modify it however they want. So I tried it, and it tasted like shit. Then I went to lay down and go to sleep hours later. All of a sudden I was feeling nauseous. I was like, why am I feeling so fucked up? I started sweating, like I was sweating bullets! I’m like yo, what the fuck? Why I’m sweating like this? Then I just started throwing up. I ain’t know what was wrong with me, but I figured something must have been in that food I just ate. I caught the ill food poisoning or something real quick, yo. So I threw up like three times, and then they took me to the infirmary and just gave me an IV. That was my first day there! At that point, I was like, I’m never eating somebody’s creation ever again. Don’t make me nothing. A lot of people fuck with prison surprise. I’m not one of those people. But if you wanna be stupid enough to try it, I have the recipe for you. P’s Don’t Try This At Home Prison Surprise • Ramen noodles • Doritos (you could also substitute with Cheez-Its or sliced cheese) • Jack Mack (tuna works fine too) • Hot sauce Open the can of Jack Mack, and rinse the fish off gently. Take a bowl of water and microwave it for a minute or until it boils. Throw in Ramen noodles and stir it. Grab the chips and crush them up until they’re a fine powder and mix them in with cooked Ramen noodles. It’ll make like a cheese sauce. Throw in the Jack Mack, and then you eat it. Good luck, yo.From commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook published by Infamous Books. You can download the audio version of commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook for free on AmazonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Do It[Verse 1: Prodigy] P Pack up All you out your league I be the Head Nigga In Charge Y'all be the niggas under me This is my house What the fuck you think You get spanked comin up in my shit I run this My shit pop like them white boys on MTV Your shit sound weak when its played after me There is no competition I'm the number 1 album of 2000 Cause your shits suck Me and Hav be the best niggas to ever do it What you think its just music We live this shit We from the soil the dirt the grain the pain It still hurts You can never satisfy my thirst Y'all niggas had best disperse I charge niggas with intent You ain't gangstas Go ahead jump and get plucked nigga My guns buck and we love to fuck niggas up [Hook: Prodigy] If yall niggas want to get at P Do it You got problems you want it with me Come one If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what Do it do it come on do it If the ladies want to holla at P Do it Gettin hot you want to slide with me Come on For my mamis honeys big body bunnies Come on come on do it [Verse 2: Prodigy] And the shit that kill me Is radio be acting like they can't feel me Said we too filthy We uncensored Not to mention all the drama and tension When we step in Your event get shut down when we dumb out We got good hearts though we ain't start the bout We just brawled em out and hauled em out Promoters get scared and put on the lights for the house Dun we just tryin to have fun Boo at the ladies and possibly get in the jump You crazy You get blown open son You tried to stop that flow on a big showboat and got cut the most While your dogs afloat Me and mines keep partyin and sparkin dope Its simple P is not to be fucked with Put your thugs up put your guns up and shit [Hook: Prodigy] If yall niggas want to get at P Do it You got problems you want it with me Come one If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what Do it do it come on do it If the ladies want to holla at P Do it Gettin hot you want to slide with me Come on For my mamis honeys big body bunnies Come on come on do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Skull & Bones[Verse 1:] I am not what you thought, I am all seeing I am the top of New York This is Empire State boss shit I endorse violence in the worst form Bring it on, I implore I am more than your worst nightmare I am the Devil On my level you could never be jeez I am God, I am perplexin Mind boggling hard, I am P, Infamous Mobb Deep And who are yall? Who are you? Nobody What are we? Everything Every rapper in the hip hop game wish to be R.I.P. , grand wizard of the sixteens That bust like elephant guns And blow up magazines I shine, Illuminate, yeah my aura is awesome Illuminati is us, we are the origin Of all enlightenment These pirates stole our shit So now you know Skulls and bones [Hook:] Scalpel, scalp you Skin the pussy alive All they find is you Skull & Bones (Repeat 4x) Red box cutter I will box cut ya Do you like... all they find is your Skull & Bones (Repeat 4x) [Verse 2:] I am not what you assume I am a fucking terror When you ever make a move I am angel dust smoke Please light up my fuse These niggas is pussy, word to mommy I would do Niggas filthy, I am really the things that I rap You just a custee, trust me You won't want that I am Ron Artest, Jermaine O'Neal Fuck a fan up bloody, all they gon' do is tell I be all knowing, you niggas structures ain't built You's a gang of glass joes, I will shatter and kill R.I.P. , grand wizard of the sixteens That spit like 40 sevens and 50 cal's I bang, I shine, illuminate Yeah my aura is awesome Illuminati is us, we are the origin Of all enlightenment These pirates stole our shit So now you know Skulls and bones [Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gangsta LoveBaby you the type love only come around once Babe girl you my world, you my soul Blood in my flesh, you ain't never gotta stress Relax, I ain't never gonna leave you or mislead you Cross my heart hope to die, with needles in my eyes God created us for each other We tougher than all the others We the best, you and I, competition Nah, we got them by a land slide Up in the G5, drunk off of love Swerving, got the plane ribbons in the sky I never thought I, would come home from jail And fall in love with baby girl Look, fuck what you heard, look think of all While we laughing so hard, we might piss our past Look, the echelon that we on is beyond anything they dream You the queen of hearts and I'm the king Oh, you're gonna say some shit Like he's not the one for me When everynight he's here for me I won't let him down, I won't never, never leave his sight He's my angel, my whole He's my gangsta loving, he's my gangsta loving He's my gangsta lover, a gangsta lover, lover, lover When I first met you, I ain't digging you'll want me My lifestyle too hood, my music too That New York bullshit yeah, I'll be on it Ice cold blood, some say I'm black hearted But you sorta guarded me, show me what a real love is In a true romance I would never leave you, you give me so much strength I need you to live, and would much rather die Than to be without you I'm so attached to you, can't breathe without you When people try to break us up, you're not caring You turn they volume down cause you ain't tryina to hear it They can't tell a thing about you baby Look, the echelon that we on is beyond anything they wildest dreams You the queen of hearts and I'm the king Baby, you're the one I wanna love, the one I wanna trust The one I wanna kiss, the one I wanna touch And now, I only, through the haters baby 'Cause they put a G just to lie, I bet you keep g'd on me Make me feel like I'm the only one, that you ever love But you are, ever love He's my gangsta loving, he's my gangsta loving He's my gangsta lover, a gangsta lover, lover, lover Oh, you're gonna say some shit Like he's not the one for me When everynight he's here for me I won't let him down, I won't never, never leave his sight He's my angel, my whole He's my gangsta loving, he's my gangsta loving He's my gangsta lover, a gangsta lover, lover, loverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Anita(These lyrics are far from perfect. I couldn't find them anywhere on the web, so I decided to write what I heard. Any suggestions are welcome) Yeah, just found out though… I’ll be right back, darling [Verse 1 - Prodigy] What’s up, gorgeous, beautiful My sweet sister? I spotted you, Out of thousands From out the crowd You were glowing in the dark Your lights spark the most bright Can we conversate? Rapper tastes That’d be alright - Cool My name is P and listen I ain’t tryin’ a G But you’re the most sexy And plus, you always kill me I saw you stressin While I was going on the stage – rapping But you got it twisted Cause you’re the star of this show Hey, let’s get away Bounce to another place Where we can have space to share drinks What’s up ma what you think? Let’s make it happen Is it you about it? Should I forget about it? Should I forget about it, and end it now before I get shot down See, Reply with those bedroom eyes, that I was the god She was waiting for, for a very long time I told I was bouncing in the morning at nine Let’s take advantage of the moment, while we still have time Spring colors got you looking like a piece of candy Let me unwrap that and taste that Just give me what you can’t get back [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Hey, sunshine, we both had a wonderful time But you ain’t gotta stress, I see you when I’m back on the side My friend’s got your girlfriends number We keep in touch, love Hey, don’t you hate it when girl loves? She’s wanna be - more hugs and kisses? I ain’t with it I like a chick. When she only wants to did it She get it Then I say … … We like ‘em thick We only love ‘em when they comin out they outfit, (?) And love ‘em most when they swallow… P that type that have a lady-cop take off a gun-belt Work magic with a female It’s only real, I’ll be fail It’s hard not to Cold hearted down’s got to Melt down and show me proper Cause when I speak it’s like pimp When he built a stable And when I boom boom I tranq them I turn them straight thun and leave them ... like how the earth's supposed to do P play the sun and how you heat it when I make moves Cause I never sleep with it I’m not your hubby Fuck around Close my eyes and wake up – with no money Baby mothers keep throwing numbers at me Told me to page her I told them I call … She used to say “infamous” Was her man’s favorite CD Her daughter’s dad driving everywhere – bumping on me Every third day on week I knock his lady down to sleep Climax it, sneaking out the room listening It ain’t my fault Take your pain out on your man I’m only being myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My AngelOh, baby I'm talking to you U-u-uh, yeah I would buy anything you sell, follow you to hell You got me actin' over in myself Don't drop me, cause I'm in the palm of your hand My boys laughed at me, I don't even care How may it sound I'm just being real, well I'ma speak from the heart I'ma be sincere You seem to be the type I could love for life I'm tryna found out for myself See if I'm right baby You're killin em close You'd be dressing your ass off Hair and your nails looking fresh from salon You ain't got to be on TV or magazines From my POV (point of view), you're a star to me Can I, may I get your autograph Or perhaps you could put your number under your name And give the young man a chance to prove you Worth a young woman such as yourself If I'm deserved it? Oh, girl Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of? You my angel, yeah Thug angel! Oh girl, oh I can't get enough of you Come here baby (I need you), yeah Thug angel! There goes my baby, my lady, my heart beat She the blur circulating Do my thing, she the torch in my brain It go lavish trap for so long to obtain 'Cause yo dope, she mine If I want her kit, got to treat her everyday as if We just met, and she treat me the same Smile on her face when I walk Inside the room, nothing else matters Everyday silouhettes, the only living colors Is me and my bitch Come here, give me kiss and your real hug too They jealous, they tell us to get a room But everyways I'm loveless, and I swear We could make love right here Get my soft candy, I unwrap you And then pop it in, the flavour everlasting Oh, girl Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of? You my angel, yeah Thug angel! Oh girl, oh Come here I can't get enough of you Come here baby (I need you), yeah Thug angel! My baby like a simple bass, to give her happiness She not into all of that, she ain't into all of this I think we found the rest And growing all together is in our future Love chow, waw, orgy, gorgeous Flawless She's all that I'm wanting when I'm boring To my thugs, when we hang out in the clubs Cause I turned down all thet upper brothers But, to her I'm the best thing Since sex is been here She cry when I'm in it, 'cause It feels so good, like ball beauty I doubt that you ever found another like mine And I'll never ours So if we split, then we both had a loss Your my soft candy , I unwrap you And then pop it in, the flavour long lasting Oh, girl Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of? You my angel, yeah Thug angel! Oh girl, oh Come here I can't get enough of you Come here baby (I need you), yeah Thug angel!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money is a WeaponYo, Al hold up son, go into the files son The chemistry file son, you know what I mean? The secret, top secret files, pull out some exclusives son... This.. is... an exclusive... V.I.P and all that gangsta shit man... Run out and go get a whole boxload of them shits, so you can pass it out to everybody in the hood son, you know what I mean? They're gonna thank later Infamous soldiers, G-Unit motherfucking Guerillas, you heard? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ever since 50 Cent signed Mobb Deep The dollars started pouring and the niggas wanna creep First thing I did, was buy a bomb proof truck Because mad that my comrades was murdered in they trucks Parked up, smoking blunts, they didn't see it coming Imma' live for all of my niggas that bit the bullet Wish they could see me now, with hundreds of thou's In a safebox, a few of them would try to take me out Possibly, because paper makes everything change Especially the mills, popping these pills Just to calm me down, I'm anxious for the sounds Of gunfire rounds, I cut a nigga down Like the rainforests, you be alone in the woods You a lost sheep, I'm a whole pack of wolves Straight jaro meat, dunn dunn, you dinn dinn And I don't go to sleep when that nigga write his shit [Hook] Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes When jewelry get froze, women turn hoes Some people turn snitch, and state evidence Damn this money is a son of a bitch Don't you know it makes the good die young Money buy guns, because paranoia comes Along with those bucks You better watch your back, your side and your front Because money is a weapon, it'll fuck you up [Verse 2: Prodigy] I remember way before G-Unit, Aftermath, Shady The hatred was brewing, because of my crazy Jewelry and cars, nigga try and play me Make me pop the hood, and pop go his Yankee But lately, ever since all this new cash It's a new level of hate, give me new reasons to grab Triggers on these niggas Jealous because I got the same car that you saw At the magazine store Look like you got the jewels from the back of The Source This shit from the district, nigga I floss Avianne watch and David bling Got me fucking up heads, because my diamonds is pink Little honey wants to spread her legs and get fucked By a rich gangsta rapper, that's what's up But you gotta stay on point, because bitches like her Just reel a nigga in, and set a nigga up [Hook] Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes When jewelry get froze, women turn hoes Some people turn snitch, and state evidence Damn this money is a son of a bitch Don't you know it makes the good die young Money buy guns, because paranoia comes Along with those bucks You better watch your back, your side and your front Because money is a weapon, it'll fuck you upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The DoughIntro: Yeah yeah... You know we always gonna come through Not playing no games or whatever Yeah yeah, that's right [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo I'm up 4 in the morning making some new shit I just keep going and going when everybody quit I don't stop I'm a fiend, way more than Rakim It's not the mic that I like, it's the song when it's finished Niggas can't seem to rock it, but I be in the pocket Your rap doesn't flow with the beat, you need to stop it They buying into my story because my shit real You never do what you say, that's why you don't sell I ain't beefing on a record, somebody gonna die And you can beef about it when you read about in the Times Ain't no bullshitting nigga I'm a rare species Every ten years they make a nigga like P' [Hook] Imma slow it down, so you can hear me out And really really listen and see what I'm about You feel me on the right, you feel my on the left They feel me in the back... It's all about the dough, that's how we stay alive I like to see you try to eat and you ain't got a dime It's all about the dough, that's how we stay alive I like to see you try to eat and you ain't got a dime [Verse 2: Prodigy] All I do is wake up and make hits At 15 I mastered the 16 bars, with some henny and a spliff Now you can't tell me shit Give me one hour with a dope ass beat, and I'll show you how to spit You ain't got no war stories, nigga you ain't got shit Because we ain't trying to hear your little songs for the chicks And that bitch want it hard not a RnB thug She like it real rough, nigga you the sweet stuff Ha, cream puff nigga, I need you So they can tell the difference between me and you Yo I wake up every morning and I write a new smash I don't do this for the radio I do this for the fans Do it for the block This is for my niggas that's locked up in a box In the maxi max, that's the penitentiary My pen will never cease Shit my pops gave ten years, to the federales From Georgia to Cali, He broke out of L.A County With the cuffs on, my pops was rowdy Then caught him out in San Jose, you know the bounties If you can see me now, living like the sallies [Hook] Outro: Yo we gonna get this money real quick Fuck what you talking about...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bars & Hooks (Intro)[Bars-N-Hooks] Yeah, yeah Yo, yo Keep your gun close Fuck is up? huh This is what y'all be waitin' for, man Yeah The wait is over, man It's over, nigga P told me come out here and fill y'all niggas out, man What up, man? What up, what up? huh Y'all feel him or what? My bitches, My niggas Huh? Tuck your chain in Yo, I don't think y'all faggot niggas wanna be here, man It's time, man Our truth Our truth, nigga It's about to get real Very real, boy Y'all niggas move out that way, man Infamous Mobb and things, Bars-n-Hooks Infamous Records Nigga We independent Small time ass niggas Y'all niggas know what y'all gettin' right now man? HNIC man We shuttin' it down We gon' tear shit down The HNIC, man Get your razors ready Check this shit, man Check this shit, man The wait is over Y'all ready? Come onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gun Love[Intro: Prodigy & Claudja Barry] You This here A true story You and me, Baby We belong together You might learn from it We were made for each other You really can get it on [Verse 1: Prodigy & Claudja Barry] Yo, it seems like yesterday when we first met (You) I was only six but you was much older We got more tight during the latter part of my life We spent nights sittin’ in the crib gettin’ right You hold me down when times is most foul I held you underneath a tight belt There were nights I needed you most And you held back Stuck up for me, maybe I was going too fast I had to stop, figure why you wouldn’t perform Took it slow, put you back in effect to get it on My confidant, my right hand, my left hand You brought the tears outta every man The way you feel in my palms Puts me under your charm Affect a nigga to the point of losing his calm I know you outside and in I could take you apart Put you back together again Wash your body parts, oil your skin Way beyond lovers, we was close friends [Break] Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again [Verse 2] As time flew by, the both of us grew in size ’89 you were sixteen, we used to take flicks posing Respect you more by the moment Then I knew it wasn’t lust I was feeling We’ve been through so much Sometimes I have to talk to my dunn He told me chill the fuck out It’s just a G-U-N love [Refrain] Don’t, don't hurt me again Don’t ,don’t, don't, hurt me again (its the G-U-N love) Don’t don’t hurt me again (Told me chill the fuck out it’s just the G-U-N love, it's real It's like this) [Verse 3] Awww shit, my mom busted in caught me feelin' you Remember that shit, she caught us layin' in the bedroom But those were the good old days with no trouble Now it's 1992, things start to crumble Couldn’t separate us for shit, cause we was corrupt That shit don’t mix, now here come the handcuffs They took us both in, locked up Then we had to part, shit I got out But kept you for past charges Cause I found out the last nigga you dealt with Was wilding, out in CPT They thought it was me I reminisce days I used tot take you out for no reason And just to be with you, Hun Young, dumb and full of cum I used to flash, you was mine But now I’m no better I used to be real foul and let Noyd hit her How about the train when you went down my pants' leg Indecent exposure, if Jakes woulda seen it You was hot and ready to pop, at any given moment Woulda took a man's life for me if I chose it You kept your silence and that’s what I liked the most Until it was time for you to step up ,you kept it shut I can’t help but to think back on how it was That type of shit remind me of my G-U-N love is bugged [Break] Don’t, don’t hurt me again [Verse 4] Gun jones, in case you ain’t know: well here it go I’m speaking of my deep passion for pistols At first, it was like a teenage love Now it’s much more real while I’m handling ‘em I keep a few now in case I gotta turn one loose I’m doing shows for delf now, holding myself down, nigga It’s cause of ya mouth, it’s why you fell **blaow** He lost all of the strength in his legs then fell down See, thug ain’t a look, it’s a way of life And see the guns, that’s how the benevolent survive I protect what’s positive and it’s kept me alive Remember, we rule with a iron rod That be the nines and the multiple guns that negative make We took those, and beat the devil at his own game So why you grillin’ me? Wrinkling up your face posing? Walking with a extra bop because you holding Pulling your pants' legs up like you about to jump I know how you feel, Cuzzo You really not a punk But don’t let your emotions take over your thought Don’t get yourself murdered over G-U-N love You heard? Are you listening? Wisen up ‘fore you wind up bleedin’ and missin’ Its real… [Outro] Gun love See guns, is made for warfare And the destruction of what's good and positive You see, it's time for that shit to turn around though Devils got us out here, pointing our weapons at each other Diverting our attention from what's realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Field Marshal P(Prodigy talking) Yeah, that's right, of course Uh, uh Yeah, ayo, uh-huh (Chorus) Prodigy Field Marshal P Soldier you step inside my room salute (salute) At attention, pay attention When P say something it's the truth The Universe is my witness (uh-huh) It's all what these demon cops tried to do It's all our leaders that got hit It's all the shooters that hit our leaders too [Prodigy] Nigga I'ma vet, on the streets I'ma King Push it to the maximum when I do my thang My words will shock you, my songs will scare you You fit to die real soon, let me prepare you For that rectangle box, you deserve to die, you dirty lil fuck You ungrateful, un-loyal, I'll have my nigga Un take care of you Or my nigga Fox, you just light work, real simple I'll pick up the pistol and hit up your temple Demolish your rental, you cheap fuck, bury 'em in his cheap suit Ashes to dust, you're not a revolutionary, you're a punk You're not a rebel soldier; just leave it up to us I'ma insurgent, I put work in, check my card, listen to my verses (Chorus) Prodigy [Prodigy] Nigga I'ma pro, in the rap world I'ma god I only hear the facts; I'm death to your garbage I only spit the rap, if the shit's real I only lie to the police on the real New York Pricks and Dicks (NYPD) know the deal They wanna do the kid like my nigga Sean Bell Fuck that, it be a racist cop buried there With the bagpipe music, I'll burn another L To amazing grace, what a perfect song Was blind but now you see us, it's not a game at all Y'all some slimy snakes, bunch of reptile cops The government and military all corrupt I ain't on that shade the world shit I'ma share my experiences, been through hell and back Now I'm right back in hell, dunn I'll be right back Yeah, but in the meanwhile... (Chorus) Prodigy [Un Pacino] Cops said a nigga tried to get you a charge Get cameras, 'cause they might plan some shit in your car But yet the god just talking the fact he got lips They gave 'em 42 months; he got bagged with that grip Word is bond, I was just right there I've seen the judge's face, military mind I preached to nigga "fuck jakes" The Hip-Hop could suck my dick Down right they trying to hate on us, destruct our clique Big Joe was in the Garden the night of Sean Bell death Had plans to kill a nigga the minute Sean Bell left Trying to slant the victim's characters for wrong you done Niggas scared to hang around me like "what's wrong with Un?" But fuck 'em, nigga down to take bullets when we were leaving And we don't get mad we get even Before you violate my rights and start looking Shit is candid in the car you're searching, I got footage (Chorus) ProdigyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Money(Get in, get in, don't stop, get in) [Verse 1:] Nigga duck and dodger from the la I told 'em how to Duggie when my jamie gets bust in All your sweat get floody We just met cause he ugly and my girl She a bunny, yeah she only jump on me Yeah she oly jump in front me What's the... You know we only came right here for... Don't let your pride get in your way I don't know why, nigga behave... Look to me, like they wanna die Must be medication time, steping thirty Niggas very, come as fuck remain calm My... Refuse get in the line ... On his neck Do you... Bang with the best? Nigga they rap, going to slap I would do mali step Murder that, who you? I ain't never heard of that ... Me and whale like... My future's pay for it, I'm never home I stay tour, I stay long My audio's like cardio I'm so strong, I pinballs and great... I crack your fucking face clam You Boogz, you fat nigga came at me with that nice line [Hook: Boogz Boogetz] Get money (x10) I get money (x4) She get money We got money Get money (x10) I get money (x4) She get money We got money Get money, get money [Verse 2:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Change[Verse 1] There are two kinds of people in this world Those who make things happen and those who just watch and copy off of us I get my rush makin brush styles They simulate me but imitation is the highest form of flattery So gas me kid wit your blandishment It only makes me realize how much you really on my dick Suckin all the flavor off of my love like you's a bitch Save something for my chick but go ahead get yo licks I've been doing this since Makavelli made hits Biggie Smalls said, "and Mobb Deep started dun language" 40 inch chains and Hennessy Shootin videos in them projects in Queens [Hook] Nothing stays the same, hip-hop goes through eras my man The only thing constant is change Now ask yourself, are you a follower or a leader? Leaders create and followers just follow the leaders [Verse 2] We used to rock certified suits and Timbaland boots Avirex leather jackets with the bandana hoop Snatch the chain off yo neck, the definition of swag Who else but Brooklyn and Queens where all my thugs at? Out in California also Those where the days when pussy niggas couldn't rap They was too afraid to get up on the stage and rock for the hood Cause the hood was the only crowd there was Some niggas are stuck in that time zone They can't adapt or get none of this neo dough Hope you saved up while you was high and had your run Cause the clock ran out and your 15 is done [Hook] Nothing stays the same, hip-hop goes through eras my man The only thing constant is change Now ask yourself, are you a follower or a leader? Leaders create and followers just follow the leaders [Verse 3] I see a bunch of nonsense in the game right now It's a whole gang of garbage and copycat styles Step yo game up, step yo brain up, go get a dame She deserved to live that life of the rich and famous Not the life of the dummy lame fucks That ass deserve expensive seats and dressed up in the finest threads, that designer shit Diamonds are strictly for women, yea that's the new trend Stop acting like a bitch and take the crystals off And get that glass off yo wrists and stop makin rap songs You's a certified thrown ball, straight ass Even if you was a gangsta, your music still trash, look [Hook] Nothing stays the same, hip-hop goes through eras my man The only thing constant is change Now ask yourself, are you a follower or a leader? Leaders create and followers just follow the leadersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Not A Stan(Verse 1) When I'm pissed off I listen to Mobb Deep My pain goes away, my tension is released Cause P understands me and Havoc knows best They tellin my whole life with that shit they said When my lady start beefin I turn em up louder to drown out the sound of her voice Oh you hear the sounds of the infamous Empire State Boys I vicariously live thru they story You, say I'm a Stan but I beg to differ I'm just a real nigga, recognize real when I See it or hear it, it's very distinctive You can't make this shit up, you can't fake it So instead of killin somebody I just sing along Make me wanna go catch a body but then I get calm Cause Prodigy said to make love not war So even though the music is murder I stay on My peaceful shit, just leave me alone I feel like a teenager in my room, danger zone Just give me a little space and let me cool off with my favorite collection of songs (Verse 2) When life gets hard I listen to the Mobb So even if I'm broke I still got songs To fix my emotions and get my mind right So if things go left I'mma be alright Even on my deathbed The last thing I wanna hear before I sign out Is that Queen shit, I've got 99 problems but my music ain't one Look I can't find a job and my bitch cheatin son I can't afford a whip so I ride the train With my headphones on, in another world man Havoc said I could shit on the world Once I start 4 wheelin I'mma find another girl That's why I pay attention to the lyrics cause everything they say is all realist When niggas argue about the best rap groups I'll be damn near, ready to fight for my dudes Fuck top 5, my niggas top 3 Mobb Deep last longer than tomorrow, you'll see Everybody else just a bunch of wannabes They wanna be like Hav and be like P (Verse 3) Whenever I feel like I just wanna quit I vibe with the most infamous there is Cause these other dudes soft, I can't relate Mobb Deep is my proverbial therapy They the voice of the ghetto These other rappers only speak for the corporate world That's why they can't get no, Space in my mp3 It's no room for the garbage they tryna sell me Dom Perignon, P bars, get me hype and remind me that I could do whatever in life Different people find motivation in different things When I was locked up it was HNIC he Gave me the strength to make it out alive So when P got locked up you know I had to strive Just to show my respect to the man that raised me With music thats one of a kind and trailblazing He wrote me back, I almost passed out See I knew he was down to earth, I never had doubts Your punch lines and metaphors is cool But when it come to just being dope Mobb Deep ruleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Still SlavesYeah, yeah Uh huh It's just another war story from a thirsty young hustler [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, you could spend your whole lifetime hating on P You can't stop my flow just watch how I eat All the bacon, all the bread, all the cheese Observe as I drop me another one of these While you running your lips, I'm gunning the transmission In some shit that's real expensive While you're telling the world you point of view The facts still remain, it's time for my crew Yeah time for the dunn shine Just look at how blind the over the truth To set for your mind Yeah the truth hurt don't it Your origin is diseased, my origin is Godly The Gods must be crazy, for leaving me to deal with this mess All this pain and stress, fuck it they're paying me These crackers, calling me on kinds of niggas for years They wiped the Indians out, they're crying crocodile tears Because... [Hook] We still slaves, we still slaves I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay They took the chain off our neck and put it on our brain They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brain We still slaves, nigga we still slaves I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay They took the chain off our feet and put it on our brain They took the chain off our wrists, put it on our brain [Verse 2: Prodigy] They've spent over a thousand years hating on P But they couldn't stop me, I manifest destiny Of the young black youth, and blacked out coupe Niggas on their grind to buy a little food We the kings of the Earth, God is a black woman That nigga on that cross, I don't know him But I know this, the size of our nose and our lips Our ass, the titties, the dicks, our pretty black skin Proves we superior Really hate to brag but look what you did to us That's why I'm iced out, the lifestyle Of a million dollar menace, until they put my lights out Nigga I put the kite out, fuck a war in Iraq There's a war right here for soul power And you don't even see it all in front of your face Until them bodies tally, now you want to pray We say, don't let Armageddon hit We gotta get rich first, then you can blow this bitch But when you really think on this shit I'd rather have my soul than have all these riches... [Hook] We still slaves, we still slaves I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay They took the chain off our waist and put it on our brain They took the chain off our neck and put it on our brain We still slaves, nigga we still slaves I'm a slave for that dough, I'm a slave for that pay They took the chain off our feet and put it on our brain They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brainsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Phone Tap (Welcome to State Prison)* Intermission * * Call between Twin Gambino and Prodigy * [Twin] Ayo P what's good dunn! What's happening? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo what up with it, yeah it's been a minute I'm good on this side of the fence, same shit Different spot on the navigation, just being patient Working out, reading and writing you know the basics Corrections, got word from Albany Keep me in voluntary P.C, which means The state decides where I live Can't sign out because I never signed in Difference between they bid and my bid is This ain't county jail, this is state prison I'm high risk, high profile too There ain't population but niggas like "Who you?" Never heard of you, keep banging do your thang and Maybe one day you'll be famous, but fuck all that They got this phone tapped you hear me G's? Tell Tyson bring that beef and broccoli on the next VI Ayo what's up with Hav? Heard that song Letter to P that shit is crack There gonna be drastic changes when i get back It gonna be me and [?] on the [?] like [?] said [Hook] Ayo they monitor the phone calls, watch what you say They got the phones tapped better watch how you speak Yeah, welcome to state prison They got a call on the hotline who is it? Yeah, better off talking on the visit Yeah, you better off talking on the visit If you don't know how to speak in code You gone' fuck around and catch a new charge yo [Verse 2: Prodigy] I heard Rap D got knocked, I mean Max B I heard Tru Life fighting a body, I hope he beat it Tell Un every lights green ain't no passes TOS, on the East and the West Tell 40 the same thing, they stay catching niggas slipping in Cali For their jewelry and things Give my love to the Zoo baby, Village Boo Maniac, Tip-Toe and Badass too Anyway, 50 came in to see me last weekend We had a long talk about how it's gonna be when I touch town, and when I touch down We're gonna party like the SuperBowl on the countdown Without a fuck left, this shit is nothing Nigga, Ferg about to come home from doing real numbers 15 years on lock, he was wilding they sent him to 200 box So Twin listen, holla at Gotti and Ron Ron Tell him congratulations, he made it to the Lakers And we gonna get this money like it grow on trees And anybody hating, nigga taste on these Godzilla balls, I talk fire when I speak these lyrics The rap game twisted, because everybody copy what the next man does I listen to Pitbull and Flo Rida These new niggas sounding like Kanye West He's a biter not a writer, I'm not impressed You a lover not a fighter so cut the bullshit All they're gonna do is run like Saigon did But tell Hav I love him get the beats together So when Mobb Deep drop we be bigger and better Word, tell him I need fire nigga So when Mobb Deep drop we be bigger and better [Hook] Ayo they monitor the phone calls, watch what you say They got the phones tapped better watch how you speak Yeah, welcome to state prison They got a call on the hotline who is it? Yeah, better off talking on the visit Yeah, you better off talking on the visit If you don't know how to speak in code You gone' fuck around and catch a new charge yo [Verse 3: Prodigy] Ayo I just got a letter from the real Rick Ross He in the feds right now but he's real short What else? Cormega came through on the humble We had a good visit (that's my dunn) Yeah that's my dunn too He told me that Nas still tight Because I rep Queensbridge harder than a lead pipe And I'm from Hempstead, close to the shacks on Park side Guess he mad I'm successful, and he can't shine Oh that's too bad, Oh that's so sad He remembers Central Park, he better fall back Let me chill because I'm talking reckless on this jack And police is listening, to everything said What up with your brothers Punk Munk and Alley Moe? That's good, tell Moms I said Hello And I know I'm talking your head off, but we ain't speak In a few months, been so much that's happening Like Michael Jackson died, the fans is bugging Now Jay-Z's summer jam picture means nothing Oh yeah, I was with [?] We was in Rikers Island, the CO's was wilding The female officers was bad as hell If I had've stayed a little longer I'd have got some tail See, Alchemist on tour with Slim Shady Home girl better chill before Em let that tape leak Before Cam'Ron let that tape leak Before Ma$e let that tape leak, damn she a freak I spoke to Yayo last night he just copped The new four door Porsche (Yeah that shit hot!) I know, but I'm back on my Acura shit No jewelry with the factory rims That life he living now I already lived It's his turn to shine it's my turn to sit Back like a Mac and let the bread stack Yo Cocaine I still wanna test drive that! Yeah YG wrote me, he holding it down And Nut wrote a book he a author now Tell Bumpy George and Tim Law what's up Props Karate Joe, Black Ice all my dunns, you heard? King Benny just got locked up His bail was 30,000, Gotti got him out and They caught him in Utica with guns in the car Damn, we just chilling on the DI floor Heard Money Know getting in it, that's my G Tell him to stay low, and stay sucker free JM will be home real soon before me And my nigga Shameek back on the concrete, now Roam just got bagged for crazy powder Man New York hotter than hellfire keep outta The reach of the Police, stay off the streets They locking niggas up like slavery I just got a kite from Shee I leech And LL suppose to come up so we can speak (Word I'll be up there again soon yo!) Good because I got certain shit I can't say on this phone [Hook] Ayo they monitor the phone calls, watch what you say They got the phones tapped better watch how you speak Yeah, welcome to state prison They got a call on the hotline who is it? Yeah, better off talking on the visit Yeah, you better off talking on the visit If you don't know how to speak in code You gone' fuck around and catch a new charge yo You know what I'm saying? That nigga P, Sid RoamsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Slept OnHey yo, my flow burns so hot I cook like the coca Boil-over scorch Every soldier on your frontline I'm wicked with the rapping The sickest nigga on the drop To bitches I'm attractive I make that pussyhole numb I'm good with shit man Listen to the shit I say It's Pérignon the don, I pop like the bubbly When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass Mobocracy, live by mob rules If niggas don't humble they self we eat food Who possibly, could stop me, I ask Perhaps niggas not knowing I be going ham Mobb deep coming, put your woman in the stash Hit a lick, whenever I speak it's straight cash Hustle harder, go harder I must 450 km's on the gas They call me big time, big beats Big raps, I get big cheese Little rappers, they get stepped on They dreams get crushed, I'm not to be slept on I'm not to be slept on Keep dreaming, I'm not to be slept on 450 kilometers on the gas Got a bad ass riddin shot gun on my left Feeling like Bonnie and Clyde Mallory and Mickey, she giving nigga top Like she tryna giving hicky She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky And it's cl floated on smooth like the frisby Man, what y'all niggas wanna do, you can't really The boys get up but the land get bizy Infamous empire state boy you top tippy The tippy top spot yo we knocked u out yo supremes Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city The capital fashion girl we get spiffy Fitted Mobb hats counting money like the machine Niggas start shit we resort to heavy metal 450 kilometers on a pedal They wanna catch me slip I move too fast Internas P, check the numbers on the dash They call me big time, big beats Big raps, I get big cheese Little rappers, they get stepped on They dreams get crushed, I'm not to be slept on I'm not to be slept on Keep dreaming, I'm not to be slept onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Waddup G’z[Hook] What up? What up G's What, what up? What up G's What, what up? [Prodigy] It ain't nothing but this murder rap It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but these money stacks It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but the same old Plan that we had planned from the front door I write a 16 and disrespect your whole career Compared to me you sound like an amateur Just a novice; I'm an expert word smith Playing games I'm an animal with this We're not the same, that's very fucking obvious You're not a made mobster you're an obelisk Don't let me catch you in the streets you're a sandwich Or picnic, pick a nigga I will damage Little boy get his motherfucking head flew It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing I ain't been through My practice makes perfect aim Nah you're not ready for war, bang bang [Hook] [Prodigy] It ain't nothing but this murder rap It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but these money stacks It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but the same old Plan that we had planned from the front door I'll pop a shot that'll wrap up your whole life One shot, one shot and it's good night Nice and neat, tuck 'em in the with the white sheet Sleeping bags for them fags trying to fight me Can't fight it, this was meant, this was meant to be You a false prophet, P is eternally At odds with the Devil, stay try'na murder me But I keep comin' back like a dope fiend Watch me spawn back with no jewelry on Born again, it's on again, let's get it on It be a slaughter, turn this shit Sodom and Gomorrah I cut a snake nigga head off, yeah And I stick with my dogs, be like [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Represent Me[Intro skit] [Chorus: Prodigy] Trust, you don't want to be my enemy You want to be a friend of me You rather be my ally, don't want to go to war with me Nah roll with me, nah don't get me Upset, nah I'll pump that shotty till' it's empty Plus you don't want to get me To the point where we can't speak because when I let the burner represent me Some deadly, nah it's ready bye bye, relax and rest your mind [Verse 1: Prodigy] Major shit, this double dope Extra exclusive, super hot yo Be careful, this is priceless Secret info, for the righteous Humans on this earth, this global brilliance Voxonic I be speaking fluent languages Like, German and French, in Russian I'll be cussin' Spitting my reality rap and they love it This is insanely ill, all rich with songs I got thousands of these, that's millions of bars I'm a special kind of dude, my crew call me the God Because my verses so fresh, I go on and on I never turn off, I'm like a machine I just keep clicking, spitting like an M16 I got these new rappers trying to make a name off me I got an infamous career, you got temporary heat [Chorus x1: Prodigy] [Verse 2:] Outstanding, outspoken From the first bar of my song you could tell I'm not jokin' This high class top shelf shit Preserved for freshness, quality hits You see what I'm saying, Could almost smell it Nah, that's that kush, that OG we melting To the volcano ash, and when we blow out the smoke We look the fog, now moving on from that I got a pocket full of scratch, because I work hard It will take years to lock yourself in, it's hard Now I'm written in stone, and I ain't talking about the grave This is live from L.A, my next stop is a cage For a little bit, I got to serve this time Because in front of the grand jury, some crooked cops lie When I get back, I ain't even got no words Imma show you how I get down, show you how I rush [Chorus x1: Prodigy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Go Off[Verse 1] Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, I'm laughing with my mobb While you remained confused by me, the Prodigy You put your verse I put my verse in We see who really burnin and spittin flames for certain, you check My 16 pon fire, the rap Spike Lee Lot of multi-million dollar rapper dont like we But they can't do shit cause I'm too consistent Plus my street power not to be test, no I put down the mac-11 make me pick it back up I put down the 2-pound make me double back son And get my 50-cal, oh you hear me now See its never no peace till that piece come out You put Prodigy up with the best I show and prove I'm not the punchline rapper my style more smooth No gimmicks no artificial flavor keep it 100 percent with me You miss me [Hook] They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet planted on solid ground Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top how we turn the world upside down P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit Yeah that's what I'm talkin about Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top how we turn the world upside down [Verse 2] The top of the dome and spit better poems than that crack that took you eight hours wrote I'm a natural I got you, this is what I do I'm not a battle rapper I create albums Underrated like Don Cheadle it's don P though Classical like Sinatra and Hendrix we're endless Black mafia hits that Mobb Deep shit Gets deeper than rap music I told you Them niggas bleed just like us you heard it here first Rappers, they bite my lyrics and they run with my words I just take it as a compliment it gives me confidence It just confirms that I'm the P in this shit More so than Kanye My favorite rapper, you got T.I, Jeezy, Weezy, Santana 50, Jay-z and even maybe throw in a little Jada and Style wow [Hook] [Verse 3] The most infamous in New York state I shape and mold rappers like a waffle I spot you, and help you carry that weight I give you couple bars on consignment You owe me you know me Your grandpappy these rappers my grandsons Which make me the worlds youngest granddaddy I sit up on my throne call me king songs My reign at the top very long, infinite admit it Got these haters indeed now Know they was happy I did years in the P now Thought I would fold up No such luck for you bum fucks That's the sound of my dump truck full up Of my reserve notes for all you turn coats Left me for dead I'ma kill you with success While I resurrect live on stage I'm on tour While you beef about sound scan and who sell more [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Recipe for Murder[Verse 1] Yeahhh When it comes to beef, nigga I'm a five star chef Look it's rules to this shit, I wrote me a cookbook You can't stand the heat Hell up out the kitchen For that ass get burnt or my fire start spitting First off, every customer is different You gotta cater to their needs and give them what they wishing for For example someone act all wild Then you microwave they shit and serve 'em right now No time to think, fuck consequences Just beef served up with the blood still drippin' Keep the ingredients secret and kill anybody who peeped it Alright now, Then you got custy's who calmly waiting You got to marinate their shit and premeditate it No need to rush just season them up Put the flame on low and let them simmer real slow Get them real comfortable, just chill Then you serve 'em they last meal Fillet Mignon, well done, was it soft motherfucker now you stiffed 'em they up On special occasions I do delivery, but mostly I let them come to me Cause I ain't going on my way chasin' down nobody, I got a bussines to run But if I have to I'll be knocking on your door like the pizzaboy Well hot deff on a platter, like seek and destroy {Fuck y'all want man, I don't want beef with y'all niggas man }{Stupid ass motherfucker} Chorus: Recipe for Murder (16x) Verse 2: It only take a teaspoon full of heart to squeeze on a burner And a cup full of karma sense to get a way with murder (??)I'll do rats like the chainsaw burns like poppeye's (??) I stuff your chicken while you gagged and tied Make you watch and cry while I feed her that beef Little to your knowledge she set up the whole thing That's my baby, my little bit of sugar, I use her to rock on the sleep Make them think shit sweet Yeah they call me the iron cheff, I put the iron to your head Remove all the wrinkels from your screwface betted in Botox the bolax, I push in another clip and I keep bustin shots Try to run get your wings fried, cook your insides with these copper top big boys out the .45 Tell you grace for you dig in your own grave get in My customer service number one in the business That boy done stick a fork in him Corners bring them doggybags too I'm finished Bring them scraps to the mall, it's usually none lead Every plate is scraped and food get ate You fealing tired? Yeah, that's that ice kicking in, when I put them niggas on that lead diet This is, food for thought get your fucking jaw wider Use a glutine for paint, I feed you to the lions ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Greatness[Intro] [Verse 1] Ain't no mistaken on the position we placin' We placed with a certain ambition that got'em amped and they wishin' That these opportunities maybe served like dishes with some persistence We made these misses into missions with no inter-missions The vision is met precision precisely u cannot stop that collision I'll say it nicely like aright G my mic be my weapon of mass destruction Or mass Construction while your ass on umption whether he's about make To make an eruption or is he gone stop no he's gone pop and that's word to MJ He the king of that bring it back but I ain't talking bout that line though I'm talking bout the time I'm already let for the track na,na,na!gimme that Lemme show you how I beat the beat now be decease I mean cease thee Don't let me bring the heat cause you could feel it even in the sea So stop with ya A's an B's now watch me Double the these syllables And kill these words like Disyllable Diabolical but enough with all The dying we gotta live it up like the Mayans Da Prodigy is just tryin' So this is just ah minor fraction of what I got in my mind and u niggas Need to get your timing before u step to clock less now watch us just watch us! Hold up I got this now pick it up pick pocket flow with it an don't stop it Don't stop it cause if ya drop it you gone remember that ya had it So just watch me have it Da Prodigy boy Team Infamous and we have this like [Hook] Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin' Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like [Verse 2] You have no idea I spit it then I rip it and I gotta give it more Catch me on the go try to catch a flow while I strike a pose that's right I'm hitting any poser if they come closer right in the nose then I gotta show That I'm two of the best cause I'm too good for one of the best now watch me lay The competition to rest because I'm restless or maybe that's just my big ego Cause he know I always win but I never really blow now that's what we call dry air And until I'm air to the throne I'mma just take my time be on my grind young Gotta homie feeling like 99.1 I'm done [Hook] [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fried Chicken N’ Thighs (Excerpt from Commissary Kitchen)Correction officers were corrupt as shit. There was a whole prostitution ring happening in the prison. I guess you could say the inmates were the pimps and the COs were the hookers. A lot of the inmates in there – they got game. They’re from the hood, they’ll be talking that shit and the girls that work there, they’re from the hood too (most of them). So they’ll be feeling the inmates. Not all of them were into prostitution. Some would just have sex with the inmates for free. But the ones who were down to prostitute had a whole system to it. The way they got paid was the inmates would have their family send money through Western Union. Then the inmates would pay the COs and they’d get busy in there. And they’ll be having sex everywhere in the jail, in all kinds of places. It’s a power thing though for the inmates, especially when you feel like you have no power in prison. If you find one of them female prison guards who was down to fuck, you could get whatever you want from her after that. ‘Cause they’ll sneak all kinds of stuff over to you then: extra food, cigarettes, whatever. At least until they got caught. When I was in there, somebody had just gotten locked up. One of the officers got locked up for having sex with an inmate in the shower, and the reason they got caught is because some other inmate snitched. Fucked up, right? I had a favorite CO, but I ain’t fuck her. Her name was Officer Butz. Imagine that? Butz. And her ass was real nice too. She was cute. As far as I knew, Butz wasn’t about sex with inmates, especially not for money. She was good people. But she was a little flirt and shit. She would call me in the bubble and show me pictures on her phone of her and her girls at the beach in bikinis. I was like okay nice, Butz. One night Butz called me out to the bubble. It’s a bulletproof glass bubble, where the CO sits. And then outside of that is a hallway, and then it’s two dorms on each side of the hall. So the CO is never in the dorm, and we’d be in there dolo. So when you need help, the CO is way out there. Rikers Island is dangerous because of that alone. One night after chow, Butz called me out to the bubble over the microphone. I come out, and she buzzed the door to the bubble. I walk to the open doorway, and she’s like, “Come inside.” She reaches in her pocket and I’m like, What the fuck?” In there, she had two pieces of fried chicken wrapped in brown paper towels from the bathroom. She was like, “Here, eat up boy.” I only had one piece of chicken from chow that night, everybody always only got one piece. They’d put it in the little window for you and walk away. So here come Butz with two more pieces. I was like, “Oh shit, good looking.” Word. She hooked me up. I should’ve fucked her for that alone because I was hungry as hell. I didn’t, though. Pussy wasn’t worth stretching my sentence or getting Butz in trouble. So I ate the two pieces of chicken and walked out.From commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook published by Infamous Books. You can download the audio version of commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook for free on AmazonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy First WarningHustlers - Get it on Attack Blaggers - Get it on Renegade - Get it on Attack I'm not a punk I'm just a cunt- Get it on You talkin to me I'm probably drunk - Get it on I'm not a punk I'm just a cunt- Get it on You talkin to me I'm probably drunk - Get it on Warning I'm gunning 4 Warning Got it Now Warning I'm gunning 4 Warning Got it Now Got it Now Warning La, la la Bitches - Get it on Hustlers - Get it on Attack I'm not a punk - Get it on I'm just a cunt - Get it on You talkin to me - Get it on I'm probably drunk - Get it on AttackEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let Me Show You[Featuring: Vaughn Anthony] Look at us, we murda dem, yeah Even if we on the project benches I make you feel like it's nowhere better you can be It ain't all about material possessions But you can't front, it gives us access to a lot more Thangs In New York for breakfast And by dinner we be eating ...overseas If you a little jetlag let's just Play the hotel suit, room service on me My baby we London, Italy, south of France New York, L.A., it's how we dance Front row, camera seats and red carpets Black top is and little black dresses When it's pouring rain, we completely dry And when it's hot, we cool in the fan The finest bottles of wine and champagne Your highness, your chariot awaits I can feel your heart beat rising When I'm near you, or I'm chasing, girl Hearts all over the world tonight Could it be for the love that I have for you I can feel your heart beat baby In excited, cause you know I'm a rider And you like it I feel more than my own life Baby trust in me and let me show you girl Candier service, vip treatment The artist entrance and exist We make our presence Felt Then disappear into the blackness Of the twilight in the phantom Crobic flight, the audi space, sitting on a crescent Moon Swinging our legs, then we walk right up to the Sun Holding hands we rule the world Man you girlfriend Non stop pleasure endless ends If you feel like you dreaming I'll pinch your skin To remind you how real this is and blessed we are They can only imagine the life we live While we can't even remember the things we did We had so much fun It all seemed like a blur Babe, this whatever you desire I be your pilot, I can take you higher I can feel your heart beat rising When I'm near you, or I'm chasing, girl Hearts all over the world tonight Could it be for the love that I have for you I can feel your heart beat baby In excited, cause you know I'm a rider And you like it I feel more than my own life Baby trust in me and let me show you girl Soon you start to shook that you need a pace maker Anywhere you wanna go, baby I'll take ya From Ohio to Jamaica, number one traffic You could be my girl and I can be your husband But I gotta put a ring on it Heart real good I can hear the beat on it And your track ain't hot until I sing on it, V A Popular demand, back in the sedan Taunting on a gram, holding on your hand I'm the man That's how you make me feel baby This is real love Make me wanna kill Thugs staring at your ass Lil honey dip, you the only woman that Got my heart making beats like my name Rose petal trails and bubble baths Meet you at the climax then We chill and we laugh about Who came first, we got the neighbors calling cops Pop more bottles, lighting jays up Getting more higher than the stars Over love, all this dough that we got It will never change us Paparatz, snapping shots, of the 2 hottest Me and my copilot love, she my new chronic Get me higher than drugs, and when we're touching It make sparks, you're my light Though that dawn of dark I can feel your heart beat rising When I'm near you, or I'm chasing, girl Hearts all over the world tonight Could it be for the love that I have for you I can feel your heart beat baby In excited, cause you know I'm a rider And you like it I feel more than my own life Baby trust in me and let me show you girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What’s Happening[Featuring: T.I.] Yeah, let them know chip, hey I'm just saying lil shawty, what it do? Hey, what's happening? Once you get that map to a nigga ma And bring that back to a nigga ma Oh yeah you scared of a nigga, huh? But what you running from a nigga for? Get right, roll the dice If you knew how I do it, you would roll it nice So what you scared of mama, I'm getting bread lil mama Hey all I wanna do is get a handout What's happening? Hey lil shawty, what's happening Get your mind right, hey what's happening? When I was doing my sets up in the yard All that was on my mind was my broad My star, you the bassest bitch Just the thought of us together got me extra bit I went extra hard, so I can sex you long So it's not just good, it's extra raw Baby feel on my chest, I made that for you And you can squeeze off my back and scratch up my tattoos I'ma show you how love is supposed to feel Is supposed to be fun, we're supposed to chill I'ma be your fairytale story book dream Leave all the lights on, this needs to be seen So we can remember this forever Like gucci embedded in your brain I'm better Than any of these boys you was toying with While I was gone so long on that up north trip Hey, what's happening? Once you get that map to a nigga ma And bring that back to a nigga ma Oh yeah you scared of a nigga, huh? But what you running from a nigga for? Get right, roll the dice If you knew how I do it, you would roll it nice So what you scared of mama I'm getting bread lil mama Hey all I wanna do is get a handout What's happening? Hey lil shawty, what's happening Get your mind right, hey what's happening? When I was in the can I was getting my back strong On the while thinking of you when I get back home Drinking pine apple juice all night So I can taste sweet in your mouth is alright I'm taking you to new heights and new dimensions Sunsets, sunrise, we still ripping The hotel same beach and apart We scream jesus, how could it still be so hard We take breaks for cold drinks and dinner in bed And after we finish, you know what desert is The real flavor of love Damn is so good, I ain't tryna share none This is real gangsta love Matching attitude, yeah, his and hers Beat it up so right, the feline will go numb It's big novocain needle of mine, it's like waaaa Hey, what's happening? Once you get that map to a nigga ma And bring that back to a nigga ma Oh yeah you scared of a nigga, huh? But what you running from a nigga for? Get right, roll the dice If you knew how I do it, you would roll it nice So what you scared of mama I'm getting bread lil mama Hey all I wanna do is get a handout What's happening?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The DramaFuck you thought? Fuck ya'll thought? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo, first off, fuck these niggas that think it's sweet I fucked their bitches, it's P You know that nigga, that spit that Mobb Deep, gangsta shit Got all kinds of beef, niggas want me hit But it's not going down like that, because I Can't let it go, won't let it, no Guns I let them blow, niggas get fold It's like clockwork, schooling these niggas how the Glocks work Show no fear, protect my wig, it's like field day I'm planting my flag Can't stop, P once he squeezing that Mac Can't stop death, there's no coming back But I respect your hustle dunn you tried your best But for right, now, in pieces you will rest [Hook x2] The drama, we with that dig The drama, we bury that shit The drama, with me it's crazy guns pop, dunns drop Razor chops, basically [Verse 2: Prodigy] Basically it's no comp, niggas get stomped out So ill, your blood fuck my sneakers up dunn Ew, fuck them shits, I'll buy some new kicks You need a new face though Ya'll know the ratio, when it comes to that thumping Ya'll niggas losing every round though That's right, and I don't stop until them si-reens Be screaming up the blocks, and I murk off I'm outta here dunn I'm choking off green, you chocking on blood I'm sitting back, leaning, you laying down fucked up Tough luck, and if you come it be worse And I don't lie, well tell stories When the truth gonna reveal itself eventually, they'll test me Let's , see, how many lits for gun it'll be [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Ayo, niggas hating, me Because I blatantly don't give, a fuck Dunn my shit is major league You can't fake P, I'm a motherfucking menace Your woman got eyes for me, she getting with it She threw it at me, so I hit it She gets wet, like the pool when I'm in it And I dive all in it, know you hate to hear that Hurts dwelling on that, and now you want to flip [Verse 4: Twin Gambino] You talk alot of, shit Niggas don't want it with this four, fifth I got an extra clip for your man, so he ran Top speed into a pole, and broke his nose Niggas be shook like that Because you know the history of the first infantry How we used wet the spot with the black fully As a youngin', a bully Niggas didn't want it, we stay blunted Eyes, the color of blood We got respect in the hood, that's why the wolves show us love We bugged, a little bit, when it's on and shit Rest in peace to my niggas that be talking shit Word up...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m From The Trap(French Montana) I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling Straight cash you niggas trash I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling Straight cash you niggas trash (French Montana) Not a personal opp my arsenal cocked Your man fresh home tell P throw 'em a block I got a mind on my own point 5 on a home Nigga I'ma ride 'til I'm gone The gun will load'n'lock 4-4 pop I'm around that will make 'em do the toe wap ASAP all means layback hold in Maybach 14 bitches want the whole team Certainly heard of me bet drop Burgany ice on 3rd degree sure to be Hottest on the block and I... Game on lock and I [???] from the traps and I... (French Montana) I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling Straight cash you niggas trash I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling Straight cash you niggas trash (Prodigy) The death of don gone boss of bosses Chief of chief speak on me you better be respectfully My enemies know better than to fuck around call me down Think before they move better plan it out Like military strategist commanders and generals My soldiers my criminals flip on you for G principal We're uniquely invincible these niggas is typical Our gun spit lyrical singing yeah the whistle to The air and connect with whatever the target We getting big money y'all niggas is getting me started With all that bloodclot crying and [???] hollering Got your bitch pussy [???] (French Montana) I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling Straight cash you niggas trash I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling Straight cash you niggas trashEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 600 BenzI like that, I like that Man I'm big time Yeah it's big P Dollar after dolar, M Money growing like a tree Better yet a forest P got the retardest Maniac rapper from New York With the hardest Endless, 16 bars or 12 bars I rap about my life not about yours You might though, you wish.... Check me out dun... [Hook] I just wanna CL 600 Benz 20 inch rims, looking real fresh The Ferrari got manual on automatic switch but (See them 20's spinning) CL 600 Benz 20 inch rims Lookin' real fresh Turbo Porsche with the 6 speed shift but (See them 20's spinning) I stop at the light Everybody stares Hand on my gun You don't see it but it's there Think it's all a game Think it's a mirage Get that ass lit Like fire on the logs I got endless drama Young boy you a flee I step on ya head When I step out the V [Hook] CL 600 Mercedes Benz 20 inch rims Stuntin' on my lady friends Shorty kick it back And enjoy the trip We goin' on a ride Fly in the whips Chrome dubs With the jet black lips Lil' kids see it and call it the 'spaceship' David on my neck, Gaibel gave my this But (See them 20's spinning) [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Make It HotSuper now smoke few bottles on the sleety Parkers on racks 'cause I raps like Christmas Holy shit get light, get light It's hot outside I got the keys to the bike Gone full bottle, tonight we're going in like it ain't no tomorrow Take drugs, make love now war I'm a gangsta hippie don't start nothing Keys tot he crib, while I'll be poppin it all Like belly the kid, yeah hoe whip bang it out To the death, fuck it north Everything from the couch to the bed Can't stop, won't stop till they superman though Give me superman fly And slash oh to the hood, I'm a creature I grew up in the woods No time for fake ones Come and smoke a little bit with this real ones Live a little risky don't be a shuck one I'm not stingy the shots on me Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot I'll make it hot, make it hot I'll make it hot, make it hot I'll make it hot, make it hot Yeah my pockets on loud, I'm in the string volume My closet on swag, my balls at the top few Best nigga spittin, pee how you livin Couldn't be better you could say stakes giving You're my cold bottom drop The hood gonna cop, the streets going crazy for that new more I Set up in the box that's where I got stronger and Came back home, took the ice off the watch Automor Rolex couple hew blotch Nothing fancy just enough for the potch When your bitch is the baddest bitch how could you not Feel like we're gonna parry on in the spot Get off of my flag, hoe you let dancing Is you what you do, don't worry about the handsome Shoot em with the rubin kill em with the baby face And be the humble that it squeeze slugs when you're late face Hoes wanna grip, foes wanna trip Then ever move on me cause they know how I get Got real street power and it ain't about.. Met the top of the fool chain now here on the block And you just a little snack, my hunger insatiable Easy as 1 2 3 you niggas base the cool as millions of bros But I just take one of them, these billions of dollars I need the one of them No time for fake ones Come and smoke a little bit with this real ones Live a little risky don't be a shuck one I'm not stingy the shots on me... Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot I'll make it hot, make it hot I'll make it hot, make it hot I'll make it hot, make it hotEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Without Rhyme Or ReasonIf I start rambling, don't mind me I might get off track, but who doesn't it? I love rap music, but I hate the fake light... Usually calls the lord Weedy So, I choose not to take part in it On that extra seat, and just I do what I do I'ma write this writters Sometimes I'm overthink It's not ... it's how remind myself My clean activity flows best Nigga, I'm not concerned you tryna make hits It's all bullshit, if you ask me When you bend over just to go Platinum No, thank you As I'd be as clearly That I'm comfortable with myself And that's all that matters I made the point in my life with I'm cool with exterming perks I just roll my shit And I can show you how to live to the f-ckers But you got to follow me like Twitter This is not the casino... it won't be sweet Helo hard boulevard, not easy streets Without Rhyme or Reason I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence (x4) It feels so good to have my own staff This over rappers they try it They might like it Spend so much time copying tunes They don't even know what it's like to be Themselves Or is it that they don't like they sell Maybe you defend who do you .. doing What ? None Or maybe they would love you more Two actually tried, they never resured I know, we act like potential and ? Reality is not so gorgeous The ugly truth, that you ain't got the heart to face it You would lie, sex, money, fool, music I score points like a ... win trophy Yes, that nigga... balled out, but I'm really just having fun with you Don't hate, you should be concerned with ours Cause my life's awsome I'm all buried in stash food I might take a little time off I'm out at tropics Sending emails, drinks, laughing Getting tanned Without Rhyme or Reason I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence (x5) Do what I love, I don't follow low sequenceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hitman[Verse 1] I get paid to do what I do and say what I say Assassinate you quick it's easy for me To dead you, I'm special Like the 38 with black electrical tape, my handle Banana clip P 'cause I spit rap and fire you hear claps and screams From out the crowd I kill em on stage In front all these people and fuck the police I'm fresh out the cage my heart full of rage My head full of waves I could body more lames Moment of silence this violence They rockin all black then mourning 'cause I just Murder for sport its fun to me I do this for a living you a victim G I turn where you stand to a homicide scene I'm a hitman this is how I eat [Hook] Killer, radio killer, contract killer, studio killer Nigga 'cause I make hits call me hitman bitch I get paid for murder, number one with a bullet All that bullshit is that dead, you best keep it moving Nigga 'cause I make hits call me hit man bitch I get paid for murder [Verse 2] Art of war call me Basquiat Call me Warhol paint to town red when I spit it Hit man for hire, for the right price I'll light up your life with this fire I don't go pop my shit bang I hit you with this 16 you get slayed The professional, I clean up the mess that the clean up man left I'm telling you May God help you, you in my scope When killing this bitch body in this flows You get finish like the checkerboard flag I do it to you niggas Don't play with me man Get yourself ruined, we're not the same pedigree Nothing like me and I'meverything You wish you was, I wish you luck I wish you would, I hit you up Now die now [Hook] {Verse 3] It don't stop till the casket drop Get your shit pushed back by the shit-push-backer Platinum and gold plaquer You don't make hits you drop bricks You just a battle rapper A wannabe celebrity, you think you so hot but you're not like me Separate the elite from the weak Yous a certified scrub I'm a certified beast And after all the smoke is done We'll see who makes hits and who got hit up Your woman in my line of fire I'ma body her body, now I mean I get paid for murder [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Twilight[Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight [Verse 1: Prodigy] When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps Come out to play with they hats pulled down And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness 'Bout to go down three at night Night shift workers come home they walk fast Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight E&J inside a hot chamomile tea Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin' There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke The narcs makin' movies Tey lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight [Verse 2: Prodigy] It's 2012 and drugs still movin' The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine Some say the game over, they must be blind Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn It's nothin' like the movies We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Told Ya’ll[Intro] Listen! [Hook: repeat 2X] I’ve been doin this long before you And I’ll be still doin this long after you Let’s not forget, the Mobb don’t play that shit We take this more serious than just music (“I told y’all!”) [Verse 1] I’m not the best I’m the best of all time, comin’ out of New York Big pole in your mouth nigga fuck your talk Big Don Perginon P holds the fort I’m Top Rank, Mayweather, Golden Boy You just a Friday Night Fight, up in B.B. Kings Undercard-ass rappers wanna step in the ring And get washed up, just so they can get that purse I got the main event verse, the headliner concert These new niggas come and they go, before long your Favorite rapper getting’ real beside his self Nigga made a lot of money, now he ridin self Ooh~! That’s so not cool, that might be gay I’m disappointed at y’all fallin for the shit that he say Thought you had better taste, I thought I raised you well I’m amazed at the shit, that y’all claim is ill [Hook] I’m not the greatest I’m The greatest of all time, I deserve my spot Rappers be jumin the gun, they get ahead of theyself They get a taste of this lime life and lose they cool I used to be a douchebag asshole too Millionaire at 19, did what you try and do I ain’t gotta dress like a weirdo for star power And I ain’t build my career on rap drama Now my physical frame attractive, I look good And my songs is hot, no gimmicks I’m just hood Queensbridge ‘til my death box, from my sweatsocks Up to my skull cap, I’m gullier than Lennox Yeah! Don’t bring scared business, around me My 16 hard like Rockwilder and mastered I’m God’s avatar, box protégé I write a cannon puzzle, a paradox page Thought you had better taste, I thought I raised you well I’m amazed at the shit, that y’all claim is ill [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m not the infamous, I’m The most infamous there ever will be in rhyme I, a.k.a., E.B.J But you can call me Big Boy Bars, for the time being cause Ellsworth Bumpy goes hard in the paint Like I’m losin in the Finals and, this the last game All I hear is Freddy Mercury, singin my theme All I’m thinkin is, celebration and victory My life is one huge W I feel like I'm RZA Ready to take on the world, who want it with this nigga? Sergeant songs, Captain Hooks, the big boss Of reality rap, you just yappin your jaws ‘bout Bodies you never caught, keys you never bought Tours you never did, money you never saw You wanna be everything I was Am, and ever will be understand that You wanna be everything I am Was, and ever will be, just keep in mind that [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ok DunnHavoc: Yeah, check it out like this you heard? Prodigy: Woo! Infamous records, yeah son... Testing one two, one two, that's what I'm talking about... Mobb Deep, yeah... Clinton Sparks This is H right here, got P by my side you heard? Uh huh, let's do it like this check it out, get familiar Clinton Sparks dunn, what up dunn? Get familiar... [Verse 1: Havoc] Hav spit it, Hav live it, Hav pushing it to the limit You a gimmick, get the shitted smacked out of you with linden I been it, scoop you off of your pivot, the four fittith, all get it When your monkey ass pass the line of scrimmage We invent it for the palm and dead it until the ending I ain't running even if the illest repertoire is mentioned My weapons aren't like yours, my handles don't wipe doors I coming through blocks nigga, section shit off Them streets and the gloves don't ever come off The strong overcome the weak, accept the laws Mami want a gangster, she be looking at a boss Homie front, there will be bodies, more The stones on my cross, you gonna get it Catch you in the club slitted While you tricking, get up on them Jigga, your man's with me H A V O the new Mobb Your worst nightmare, trucks wrapped in camouflage, bitch [Hook x4] "Mobb Deep, Mobb Deep" Yeah Ok Dunn, Ok Dunn, Ok Dunn [Verse 2: Prodigy] Ayo word so many niggas got so much beef That when you come out, you better ring the police Better keep one in your head, and turn off the safeties Learn how to sleep light because we're waking And tape up your kids and your relatives Get on some ruthless shit, I need sedatives To calm me down, wind me down Imma find you even if it takes months on a stakeout We hitting in the club, we out and about We're bound to see you homie, walk with your gun out Industry bitten, you're just like a chick With her nose up, I squeeze on you and if you live dunn... It's over... We're coming back for more of that bullets... That murder, it'd be a wrap for your bitch ass Infamous records, Clinton Sparks, what up?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Redemption SongsHello From the top of the world, wishing you were here So you could see things from my P.O.V It's a long way down, but I never look back Though it's over now, know it's life or death Life being: to reach my goals, death being to die I wish poverty on no man and struggle on no woman Gone are the days of old, we've crossed the threshold into a new era Of prosperity & peace Is there heaven and hell? You will find out getting in my way But for those who agree, please celebrate with us, as we proceed to succeed I take non- believers and change they whole view They spend a little time, they singing a new tune I get it forever, P foreverly fresh Name a rapper more sinister than Perignon is I pop pain, AK's, and currency bands My skid mark's on fire I peel off so fast This is deeper than rap, Infamous is a brand- a lifestyle, not a movement Our bullets go 'blam' Look I'm a seasoned vet marinaded in the trash on corners of the slum- dirty New York I am with the cleanest swag, and the meanest V If your want the Feds want then I'm what the Feds need These are new age rules, new age moves Only thing I can't fuck with is these new age dudes But it's the world and the people that I'm subject to I get this digital money and stay inside of my groove Making new age rules, new age moves Only thing I can't fuck with these new age dudes But it's the world and the people that I'm subject to I get this digital money and stay inside of my groove As a kid they used to call me 'little big time' That was then, and this now Now they call me 'King Rhyme' Globally I stand, Infamous to eternity I infinitely do this shit I cut that fucking tat off your head if you ever cross me Niggas screaming mutiny? I toss niggas off to the sharks H.N.I.C. 3- Redemption songs This is how God intended it Red Carpet shit, Black ties and new black dresses Don't let the camera flash blind you R.S.V.P. all grown up now There is no excuse Nothing can stop the power of God This is God's plan This is the way God intended itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Give Em Hell[Intro] They took permanent vacations in Hell, if you know what I mean Wow, I must have been away too long, because my feelings are dead I feel no remorse… [Verse 1] Global state of mind, I’m seein’ far beyond my nose Ten years from now, I’ll still be around, spittin’ my flows Ten years from now, you’ll be a memory that no one knows I don’t feel sorry for you niggas, my feelings are cold People dyin’ – life goes on, it’s… Nothin’ you can do about it, just be strong, yeah Dead-weight niggas try to pull you down with ‘em They like psychic vampires, suck the life out you Mentally, I’m focused, think like a Marine Who ride? I ride or die for shit that I believe, like… Nobody could stop me I’m the illest rapper probably on the earth, niggas copy Every line that I draw, these rappers is frauds My artwork expensive, they cannot afford RSVP, Circa 2012 How dare a nigga to try and stop me, give him Hell [Hook] Oh, word? They put a hit out on me? Give ‘em Hell They wanna threaten my wellbeing? Give ‘em Hell And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano Yeah, they wanna turn on me? Give ‘em Hell They wanna stretch me out in the street? Give ‘em Hell And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano [Verse 2] Aye yo, aye yo, they know, they know I’ll blow a nigga away like tornados Niggas with me, they move whenever I say so Watch out for the D’s, unmarked cars and plainclothes Niggas must be crazy, they gone off that yayo Maybe smokin’ stones, I don’t know, I’ll be okay, though I’m God’s solider, devil’s apostle, it’s harvest time You reap what you sew when you cross the line It’s beyond repair – I am so beyond fear That shit is childish, do what you must, niggas beware I am – slippery when wet off that ‘maldehyde Smoke a Dutch full of dust, pull a homo Niggas wouldn’t side with you if they knew what I know I can see you bullshit niggas with my eyes closed I’ve got a deadly rap So these jokers wanna ruin my time, I’ll handle that [Hook] Oh, word? They put a hit out on me? Give ‘em Hell They wanna threaten my wellbeing? Give ‘em Hell And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano Yeah, they wanna turn on me? Give ‘em Hell They wanna stretch me out in the street? Give ‘em Hell And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcanoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Smack That Bitch(copy)[Chorus:] Baby I love you Why you did me so wrong Why why why why She couldn't nothing gone me Baby just let me explain I'ma give that bitch I'ma smack that chick I don't play that chick [Verse 1: Esther] You used to love me, you used to touch me Take me out every night Love kissing meall night all night I don't deserve all this speed I'm so tired of crying You're just a player you're just a liar A cheater, you're a cheater ohh I give you my eyes, I give you my soul I give everything to you Oh cheating [Chorus] [Verse 2: Prodigy] The clutch the heart Better rush my cold blood Probably do my benz you can see it in my face That I'm not the burb unless you were Only God no would occur Baby I'm not here getting paid is not a game I'm not afraid, I meditateon bodies Getting all this fast dope Dead nigga come try me And end it feel it with this cash flow I got this strage in me they playin games with me I spit up on their hoodies lead their brains drippie This that hood love, that good love Real shit I spill blood Phone flash in tears is the way I grew up Baby you got an evil angel for a soul mate May we couldn't leave each other And we lose all our strength Pray god that we never fall apart Cause our love baby it was written in the stars Let's take that little flacture light That go to Mars Or we could chill on the block Drinking play bars [Chorus] [Verse 3: Prodigy] You speak the shit though I ain't got that time for nobimbos I got one bitch in my life and She all that I live for Get my blood, get my flash, get my soul Do you real quick, I don't drink behind your back I ain't with that D shit I gotta beat it lucky and snuggy on planet earth I got the hottest bitch alive that's swerve To everything sacred you priceless my precious I just needed to know before I gave you access That everything is a 100 percent I was just playing with that girl You the one that I'm bad All night the shape over Pissy drunk over you Nice flipping on me feeling like a hangover I ain't got to lie to you Got nothign to hide You the only one I ever felt this way in my life Now now we too good for this bullshit And we too fly to be crying Cry pretty eyes death we defy [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s a Body[Hook: Prodigy] I got a whole lot of soldier, you don't want to move on me You just want to talk, because soon as move on me It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone' Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body I got a whole lot of soldier, you could never move on me All you do is talk, because soon as you move on me It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone' Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body [Verse 1: Prodigy] Look you should know, my mott and mo Niggas heads will roll, my gun explode My niggas roll, Mobb Deep and yo Get locked, the door, get extra blown Young rolling stoners, I'm on that lean No not that drink, I'm popping P's I'm popping pain, get out my lane It's not your speed, it's not your thang It's only for the criminals, who put you up in critical I feel sorry for your mama, your family will be missing you You mental, I will turn your physical into spiritual Knock you out and then piss on you Worldstar that, I get you views You want to be known, I make you famous Beat your ass up the block butt naked Nigga you're not nothing like you're claiming Nigga you pop up on me, get wasted Please, try that with me get basted Bloody urine, you're marinating Your lame ass life you have forsaken Say hello to Satan [Hook: Prodigy] I got a whole lot of soldier, you don't want to move on me You just want to talk, because soon as move on me It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone' Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body I got a whole lot of soldier, you could never move on me All you do is talk, because soon as you move on me It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone' Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body [Verse 2: Boogz Boogetz] Yappy with the talk, that's what niggas be good at One I pop the trunk, leave a hater right where he stood at Codeine up in my cup, all they do is catch stunts Fuck on any bitch that I want, that whole Cali up in my blunt And my pockets cheesy like Calzones Money stretch like a mile long, bitch I'm getting my style on We got bricks, brown stone Hater I stay away from around those Only fuck with them down hoes Peep my views and my down lows If you ain't talking money, dial tone Infamous until I rest, let a woman let it click Said I move too fast, I be in another chick And I blow up in a O let me hit another zip Post up on the block and I kill another shrimp Looking out for the cops let me hit another lick You be fronting, you be stunting in another nigga whip Haters say goodbye, bet that eight will fly You niggas sweet, potato pie [Hook: Prodigy] I got a whole lot of soldier, you don't want to move on me You just want to talk, because soon as move on me It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone' Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body I got a whole lot of soldier, you could never move on me All you do is talk, because soon as you move on me It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone' Catch a body, catch a body, catch a bodyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bang On ’EmHere we go, you know what it is, click-clack Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang Ayo, my hood broke my heart into pieces Dunn the streets took my dreams and shattered them And turn me into a preacher Minds to money got me not givin' a fuck All I care about is muzik and who I gotta cut With the Mac, uzi, .47, pick a weapon Six million ways to die, my .25 endin' When I pop him in the gut, I drop him where they stunt I try keepin' it peace but that shit's for chumps Projects fucked me up, made me strong as ox Made the nigga cold blooded, ain't no friends on the block This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek Look don't ask me why Queensbridge can't stick together If you don't know the answer then you don't know the ghetto Everybody don't get along and that's what it is We either shootin' when we shoot them niggas or we gon' get hit Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang Ayo, my own niggas turned on me, B.I.G wasn't lyin' When he said, the ones who smoke blunts with you be conversant They was plottin' on my demise, they wanted my seed At the head of the table but I'm permanently chief I don't care how many bodies you got on your gun You either submit or go and start your own gang son Everybody wants to be boss, it ain't enough soldiers Everybody wants to call shots, it ain't enough shooter And it really hurts my soul that we can't click But whatever it'll never be the same again And when I see you niggas, you already know what it is And if you don't, you gon' find out the hard way kid Tried to make it work, but now I'm on some other shit I'm greedy with that limelight now you ain't gettin' none of it Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em I'ma bangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Medicine Man[Verse 1] I don't write rhymes I write prescriptions For your addiction Audio fixation my flowtation is like morphine Through the bloodstream Generic rap just not potent like P Jeez its not music this medicine and I'm not a rapper I'm a medicine man More like a gifted holistic mystic But try to kick my habit and get dope sick Cause I'm embedded in your bones You in denial if you don't jones for more P Yeah shortly he'll be coming back I know He'll be havin' them cold sweats With the runny nose and the bubble guts I give you couple puffs of this fire right here You'll never get enough In 66 it was all about smat 76 marijuana was the trend 86 was crack, 96 and 2000 right now is that medicine man [Verse 2] Put me in your sound device and turn me up loud When your adrenaline rush your feeling me now I may cause rowdiness but not drowsiness Keep out the reach of children I'm a bad influence I make them bastards grow up faster And start askin' questions that you can't answer and I make grown women feel young Make your pops wanna hang out wit us and hit the club Take you on a natural high you never come down Distinctive it doesn't have a taste or smell Something like the air we breathe You can't see it but its there You die without it you need it When you under the influence of me Careful cause you might just crash g's Total your V still pull my CD out the changer You fucked the range up But you still need that medicine man [Verse 3] You a addict for me But pretend like you not See I don't fuck up lungs and leave track marks Niggas be closet fiends and down-low fanatics Embarrassed to admit that they got a P habit Cause they women get curious They wanna know what that hobby like Baby believe the hype Its the upper most echelon My baby this is what it feels like to climax That other shit stepped on And this is what you been missing after all of these year Now you can tell the difference Get spoiled after fuckin' with me Cause now the only thing you want is top quality I'm discernibly dope its murder she wrote The first try I got you stuck off the realness the illness That sick'em all rap More sicker than smack More powerful than anything Its that medicine manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Beast With It[Intro] I came into this game, game, game I came into this game, game, game I came into this game, game, game I came into this game, game, game... [Verse 1] I came into this game, a shortie, young and ambitious Feel like they turned me into a monster or beast with it Now, all I hunger for is more money, more bitches More people listenin' to my shit, pay attention [Instrumental Break] Feel like they turn to a monster or... Feel like they turn to a monster or beast with it [Verse 2] Pay attention This time is ours, we made this for all y'all I make my own rules. I don't follow, I shot call We do this for the underprivileged and the outsiders Put your hands up, we're gon' take you higher [Instrumental Break] Feel like they turn to a monster or beast with it Feel like they turn to a monster or beast with itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Up Get Off[Hook] Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian [Bridge] You gotta get up Gotta get up If you wanna get... [Verse 1] I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars, and I Hate people that can’t a dose of they medicine – fuck ‘em, we’re better‘n ‘em – they’s no one, do not compare ‘em, and I Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force I'd like to see somebody talkin’ shit get turned up a corpse Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor and ballers love – I can kick it with ya'll, but [Chorus] Hate phony-ass people, and I Hate having no droll, and I Hate bougey-ass clubs that don't be havin’ no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I Hate when I can't help somebody, and I Hate when I ain't got dough, and I Hate if you ain’t feelin’ Twista and Prodigy rockin’ loose and partly losing control You gotta get up If you wanna get off [Bridge] You gotta get up Gotta get up If you wanna get... [Chorus] [Verse 2] Keep your eyes open just so that I can stop you from blinkin’ Make you play Russian Roulette and try to see what you're thinkin’ Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own Get so cold in the zone, I'm destroying my clone I can fill a fuckin' room up with torture and pain Blood of the lyrical Dracula is coursing my veins It's the trilogy of terror, real M.C. from my era Then I spit some vocal agility that’ll scare ya, because I [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shed Thy Blood[Lyrics not available.]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Award Show LifeThen it goes a little something like this Award show life, get dressed Red carpet, cameras, get fresh It's best you always look your best 'Cause us weekly and team z don't slip nah Award show life, yeah we Cameras, seats and arm candy All access, badges, backstage passes Big dark sunglasses, to match it My life is like a video, eryday's a movie The press tryna kill me, please don't shoot me Coming out the spot with my mistress love Holding hands and kisses and hugs Front row, next to Bieber, Kanye and Carmen In the spotlight life, Biggy told me you on touring We was doing shows tryna reach our goals He said P, don't forget how you got where you going I was just a little nigga back then, I didn't care If I didn't have a tux, afford a black tie fair 'Cause it wasn't my type of party, type of crowd I'd rather be with a …shootouts go down A young ball mentality, ball down When you grow up in the hood You live the hood lifestyle Now I own, network with big millionaires And you prolly seen my picture in Vanity Faire Award show life, get dressed Red carpet, cameras, get fresh It's best you always look your best 'Cause us weekly and team z don't slip nah Award show life, yeah we Cameras, seats and arm candy All access, badges, backstage passes Big dark sunglasses, to match it I'm a publicity whore, fiend to be seen I die for more air time on the screen Nah, 15 minutes ain't enough for me I need the endless run, don't try to kill my dream I got a rock star house wife, she like nice things Tavern on the green, breakfast at Tifanny's Strictly Rolex and Cartier on her wrist She high maintenance, it's my fault she like this Spoil my bitch, award show lifestyle We on our way to another show right now My son growing up he thinks he Chris Brown My lil daughter need that college money no doubt I must bust my ass continue to shine I cannot stop no, on the road I'ma die Just like, give me my props So I'ma take mine and climb over you, city top Award show life, get dressed Red carpet, cameras, get fresh It's best you always look your best 'Cause us weekly and team z don't slip nah Award show life, yeah we Cameras, seats and arm candy All access, badges, backstage passes Big dark sunglasses, to match itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cold World[Intro] Yeah (Yeah) Drop this shit (Okay) Ya' know (Yeah) [Verse 1 - Prodigy] Over here it get cold, you better have thermal Under the hoodie, that’s under the snorkel Pair o' gloves, two pair a' socks Sweat pants under your jeans, kna’mean? Neck scarf tied on my face Those the hood earmuffs, I'ma lace E'ry one o' you, throw you in the BubbleGoose None of that tight shit, that's too uncomfortable A pair a' field Timbs, maybe Chukkas So I can kick your mouth and end the discussion It sounds violent, but not reckless Now that nigga, he reached for my necklace So I gave him a piece of the business When I caught him in the face with the boots Better run from my troops You better play dead when we shoot If we get that far it's 'cause o’ you [Hook - Prodigy] I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze I’ve gotta go out 'n get this cheese In this Cold World Out here niggas die tryin’ to get rich To numb the pain we become addicts O' this Cold World [Bridge] Listen (Yo, listen) [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Over here, Jack Frost, he run this shit Soon as you come outside, he punch you in the chest I let go the Uzi, then put it on my waist That'll keep me warm till I get on the train Fuck, it's cold as a bitch, on the subway platform, waitin’ for the J Real real late Probably like 3 in the morning, sippin' on a pint of Hennessy On my way to Brooklyn, comin' from the cribbo Check my nigga Iller and Black Mizzo They told me Lil' Hammer got killed They shot him in his stomach for his diamond grill (Ohh shit!) They said "I know the place where they took the ice out And put in a new set of fronts." Wow Make you want to stay in the house 'Cause it's cold as hell, and these streets is foul [Hook - Prodigy] I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze I've gotta go out 'n get this cheese In this Cold World Out here niggas die tryin' to get rich To numb the pain we become addicts O' this Cold WorldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can’t Complain (Featuring Twin Gambino & Chinky)Hello, hello, yo what up, man? Who the fuck is this? Who the fuck it sound like, man? What the fuck you calling so early for, man? What the fuck time is it? It's like 3 o'clock, man Thought you was coming to get me, man? Shit, my bad son, please, man, come get me Man, before I choke this bitch, man Hurry up, son, man, it's like 90, man Let's get some hoes or something What up, dun? Same ol' shit No doubt, ain't nothing new Let's take a little spin, dun, word up Yo, open my wings to a new day spread my lungs Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns Twist the key, shifted to D then flee Before anything, get the daily dose of choke We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support on the belt Doin' 90 or more debatin' on the latest rhyme wars Where units don't count But your rap pay add up to large amounts Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep Catch chills off a infamous beats Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we can't have the medicine canoein' There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that Ayyo, dun, hold that down and turn it around Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues T N T hopin' out of MPV's, surprise all a fuck out of me Got rubber Glocks pointed at me Ayyo Twin, what the fuck? They had us laid out on the ground holdin' us down With gats to back of our heads was goin' down It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got Where's the proof, man? Let me speak to my attorney I know the routine, don't try to throw me I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me But all that told me to get in more shit Ayyo P, what up? You my co-D, we both get knocked What you did with that half a tree? (Right in my sock) Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot Dun, you know how I get down? Yo I'm ready to bounce Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass If my other half was alive we woulda got kill 'Cause dun woulda went for the guns and got ill Plus I gots cracks on me, they found the cracks on me Looked at'em, gave'em back to me I could swore they was takin' us in Then the lady in the car said, "that's not them" Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns And you ain't gotta tell us twice We hopped in the car and slid off On our way up-town for more of that funk P lit the tree back up Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds Fuck it, let's slide through the Rutgers Roll the windows down 'cause infamous Mobb bumpers Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin' Took a walk through the park frontin' Didn't even have to hurt nuttin' Man, I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York Hear Infamous Thoughts Then the Dream Team music starts Damn, we young black entrepreneurs New York pricks and dicks can't stop our floss We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards Dead serious cash, luxurious labs Learn to balance fame with pain, you can't complain Jus' another day livin' in the hood Jus' another day around the way Feelin' good today, oh no, we can't complain Jus' another day livin' in New York Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes Feelin' good today, we hit 'em up 'cause we here to stayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy For One Night Only[Bumpy Johnson (Laurence Fishburne)] My name is Bumpy Johnson [Francine Hughes (Vanessa Williams)] Bumpy? Momma named you Bumpy? [Illinois Gordon (Chi McBride)] Bumpy Johnson! [Stephanie St. Clair (Cicely Tyson)] Bumpy Johnson! Oh boy you're a sight to sore eyes [Verse 1] Uh-huh, eyo, yo, yo, yo, yeah Go in your [?] throw on your best feet, bring on your friends We, doin' it real big, tonight we gettin' it in Even the whole front row, shots on me, I'm Runnin' around the stage feelin' good, feelin' free I, sat in the box 3 years nigga, I'm back now Throw your hands up in the air if you can relate to that Now, where my ladies at, my potential baby mommas Y'all, comin' with me after the show, we'll be gone for hours Yeah, but for right now relax and enjoy the flow The smoke's startin' to flow, you're ready here we go Yeah, but for right now relax and enjoy the flow The smoke's startin' to flow, you're ready here we go This is top of the line rap, your money well spent You should be proud of yourself, you made a good investment I give healthy returns, my stock is up crazy You buy me I pay you with music that's amazing Required remind, they wanna know if he hot As he claim to be, that's what they came to see Yeah I'm back like a spine, a hawk spit it nasty Verse, some real shit-shit, to set the tone, I'm Screamin' through the rhythm like a gold medalist Watch me dance on the snare, bassline and the kick Get my kicks and my rocks off when I perform My adrenalin rush, you turn your music up more This arena level rap, black heavy metal But I still do the hole in the walls inside the ghetto Live at a bucket of blood where rappers don't dare For one night only Prodigy'll be there [Chorus] For one night only you can catch me at the spot See me rock live, while I'm on tour For one night only you can see me in your town Tearin' it down, doin' all of my songs For one night only I'll be in your territory Please leave all problems at the door For one night only, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] This the greatest show on earth, minus all the clown shit I don't do gimmicks, I just put it down with force and authority I got seniority over these flunkies celebrity wanna-be Just like the Mobb I got enough songs To rock on any stage for two hours long, and they still want more I give 'em what they want, I don't act like I'm too good (nah) Or act like a cunt (uh-uh), I'll react like the animal I am I'm just havin' fun while you frontin' like you Billy Badass I'm schemin' on which one of these little belles To take back to the heartbreak hotel Just for one night my baby, get it while you can Better get it while it's hot, my baby while you got the chance This qualified, certified, bonafide, all that Satisfaction guaranteed, you can get your dough back [Chorus] For one night only you can catch me at the spot See me rock live, while I'm on tour For one night only you can see me in your town Tearin' it down, doin' all of my songs For one night only I'll be in your territory Please leave all problems at the door For one night only, uh-huh [Verse 3] Homegirl lose your boyfriend, tell him it's ladies night on the town Pack your toothbrush and overnight bag, it's goin' down Bottles of champagne, doin your damn thing, dim the lights down So I can get in my zone and perform for this crowd Like you didn't know tomorrow, like this my last rap I, never had a feeling so good in my life As the feeling when I'm killin' every word in my bars Every line in my rhyme in the park where the chorus say For one night, you gonna get right do what you like Livin' your life like it's no worries just enjoyin' the ride Close yo' eyes let the music sink in, and we could begin We could pretend like we not fallin' in lust, we could be friends Tell your besties to holla' back, I'mma demolish that And after the night go on with your life like it never happened If skeletons in your closet could speak they would say You and P were some stone cold freaks [Chorus] For one night only you can catch me at the spot See me rock live, while I'm on tour For one night only you can see me in your town Tearin' it down, doin' all of my songs For one night only I'll be in your territory Please leave all problems at the door For one night onlyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 7th Heaven(feat. Un Pacino) [Intro: Prodigy] Infamous nigga, yea-yea C'mon man, any nigga get charged And in this love scene, ayo, ayo, VIP, ayo [Chorus x2: Prodigy] You play yourself once, you get shot twice We gon' die three times, and the four takes life Five of you try to jump me, and six Angels come To take you away to +7th Heaven+ [Prodigy:] When that alcohol hit, I'm feelin' good When that purple haze hit, I'm feelin' good Thirty milligram, yep!, I'm feelin' good I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good When them drugs take effect, I start feelin' the buzz Gimme right, gimme ready for the things to come Sex, money and murder are the things we want Power and longevity allow me to stunt On the beach, they put me on the beach Soakin' up the Sun chargin' up my batteries When I get up it's gon' be a assault battery Wit a Uzi, bullets peep you to asleep No nap time nigga, my snack time nigga I wrap niggas up in them doggy bags nigga You know, for the coroner, I'm strung out on gun fire nigga Turn it up more dunn [Chorus x2: Prodigy] [Un Pacino:] It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven Teleported, start spreadin' his wings flap to the sky Just when P give me the word, I'ma clap 'em 'til he die It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die Three screamer spent 22 askin' me "Why?" I told 'em you crossed my vine, I tossed my nine And walk around with twin shotties like I lost my mind Boggie in the mouth, Ken Griffey the hands Point 'em out I make his ass part of history fam Yea, and I don't gotta say no more I've been waitin' five years to bring the K on tour When we carry the .44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high So big one hit you, your cousin'll die [Chorus x2: Prodigy] "Al-Al-Alchemist"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy When U up[Intro] Show some love to some legends in the game you know what I'm saying ??? [Hook] When you up everybody wanna be down They all wanna be down They all wanna be down Everybody wanna be down when you up Down when you up Down when you up (x2) [Verse 1] I used to be that nigga, everybody love me Girls wanna kiss and hug me, it was lovely All the fellows wanted to be just like P Only to hang out and party with dunn from Mobb Deep My pockets was full and I bought everybody drinks I'm not selfish I bought everybody things Bottles and bags to smoke a lot of bull We got it poppin I got the Hotel rooms Everybody wanted to get their hand tattoed Same spot where I got my hand tattoed Wanted to be down with the team And most of these people didn't even know me My concerts packed, my albums platinum and gold My messages was full on my cellphone You couldn't tell me nothing I was fronting on my throne With my crown, ?? how it never come down [hook repeats] [Verse 2] Just as soon as my money ran out, and the fame start to fizzle out Nobody around now, they see the raincloud First it start drizzlin they it start pourin I turned around and found myself by myself soakin wet like a street dog ??? what happened to the people I looked out for, they played me Girls used to stalk me now they just ignore me, they want the new popular Will complete laterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Serve ’Em[Hook:] Serve em i serve em up Serve em i serve em up I serve em deliver that beef that nice you well done You know those pistols up I burn them, teach these dogs to set I've learned ..never snap back the hand they try to nerce em Fat these niggas when niggas left from starving Shoot that nigga f*ck daddy snoop talking Nigga tryin to play me son to get .. He thought he had the only gun In New York yeah yeah [Verse 1] Or nigga wanna play with them guns well let's play in My shit drives lightening fast i'm like .. Hope listening good the words i'm sayin 'Cause we need words .. They tryin take me off my square laying like a marble block ..tryin lean on me you get me wasted Not not a two rapers ..wonder one You're just the same shit i live it out You just the same shit [Hook:] Serve em i serve em up Serve em i serve em up I serve em deliver that beef that nice you well done You know those pistols up I burn them, teach these dogs to set I've learned ..never snap back the hand they try to nerce em Fat these niggas when niggas left from starving Shoot that nigga f*ck daddy snoop talking Nigga tryin to play me son to get .. He thought he had the only gun In New York yeah yeah [Verse 2:] Hood niggas with my head on the sneak Hood i gt formers to .. My dick Look you never gonna reach my boss too high Never be a star like pm too fly Too much shine i'm too bright too smart for you niggas To move on i might catch the body and the hood try catch me F*ck that you rap our .. You touch .. I'ma knock your mom and your babies too And i'ma see you hell We gonna see the part two If i don't get em first 'cause you know i do [Hook:] Serve em i serve em up Serve em i serve em up I serve em deliver that beef that nice you well done You know those pistols up I burn them, teach these dogs to set I've learned ..never snap back the hand they try to nerce em Fat these niggas when niggas left from starving Shoot that nigga f*ck daddy snoop talking Nigga tryin to play me son to get .. He thought he had the only gun In New York yeah yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money on ya headMoney On Ya Head [Hook] I put some money on your head I put some money on your head That’s just the type of shit we on That’s just the type of shit we on Niggas spin all through your block Niggas spin all through your block I bet that choppa break you off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Talking some problems Niggas spin all throough your block I bet that choppa break you off Fuck with me now Good god, this stupid hog Reminds me at nighttime, the boulevard Makes me think of murder, when you least expected it Reminds me to keep that thing within reach For niggas tryina catch you, put you on camcord All they gonn see is blood, put that on the blog Have me sitting up Doing 15 in tin cans Hot as hell fuck a lil comisary fan And core craft so, they thought I was jokes He assumed it was an easy mark, now he knows All I do is chill, I be known my value Pushing my threshold, I turn up the valium Talking gay shit, I put these bullets inside you You’re my gun straight homo, my knife fuck torso Now you suppose that, and let the wounds marinate Pussy... [Hook] I put some money on your head I put some money on your head That’s just the type of shit we on That’s just the type of shit we on Niggas spin all through your block Niggas spin all through your block I bet that choppa break you off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Talking some problems Niggas spin all throough your block I bet that choppa break you off Fuck with me now Pull up on the strip, straps out the window Catch him with his bitch, shots at his bimbo Talking murder 1, death to them fuck niggas I heard that slick shit you said that wassup niggas Light skin but I get busy on em Light skin but I get busy on em Level 1 vest, clips full extended Grind I be on mine and you know that Styling on these niggas fucking all they hoes Vs1’s on my neck, fresh on parole Hit my nigga p, met me out in farah We get money nigga, fuck niggas talking bout Hopped out that blue thang with the hard top Fucking with them coke boys, you’s a long shot They still know the game Shot my southside niggas it’s queen thang Prolly on a pimp, prolly on some lean mane Talk crazy shooters aiming at your beam maine It’s ramadan and I’m eating like I’m breaking fat Told shawty bust it open, but I’m staking at [Hook] I put some money on your head I put some money on your head That’s just the type of shit we on That’s just the type of shit we on Niggas spin all throough your block Niggas spin all throough your block I bet that choppa break you off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Talking some problems Niggas spin all throough your block I bet that choppa break you off Fuck with me now I roll the weed, inside the swisher Take a good look at my wrists, this where my pockets get you Gold chains, gold rings, try to scheme, then that choppa hit you For rock america, catching bodies for fun And when them cops come, rushing the lobbies we run Got your girl twerk it, everytime that she come And if chains get that hoe on the molly, she done Them o shea, grind hard get no sleep That’s why I rest that coke boys and that infamous And we roll deep Goons talking that straight heat So keep a cool like ac’s Smoking on that og, my kush loud like my dre’s be dog Quit talking like you real, you ain’t never been If my youngins spin the block, they gonn let it ring Break em off, sound proper And I put that on my hood, ain’t nothing changed [Hook] I put some money on your head I put some money on your head That’s just the type of shit we on That’s just the type of shit we on Niggas spin all through your block Niggas spin all through your block I bet that choppa break you off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Some problems I bet that choppa break him off Talking some problems Niggas spin all throough your block I bet that choppa break you off Fuck with me nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy H.N.I.C. (Outro)[Robert Guillaume as Frank Napier on Lean on Me] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge Come on, let's get something to eatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dirty Martini[Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Verse 1: Troy Ave] I had a hard day at work but the work was self tho Takin' me a break, a hustler never[?] Every dollar you make a bitch try'na spend Every dollar you make niggas thinkin' it's 10 If you don't understand the grind then nigga You don't understand me nigga And if you got a problem it's gon' be with a beat nigga The name is Troy Ave but I'm far from local My gun go off, I ain't from vocal It be too much talkin' from suckas now Who did a lil punk scams, think they hustlers now These pussy ass niggas all wanna-be thugs We catchin' bodies over here, get your mother some hoes Embracin' my bricks on your neighborhood blocks Ain't no beef till my money gettin' stopped I'm shootin' me a nigga out they mothafuckin' socks I'm a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Yo, I don't wanna do shit but get money and fuck hoes (word) Keep my coke number a few bellow [?] (word) I'm talkin' 'bout grams, I'm talkin' 'bout Oz I'm talkin' 'bout bricks, but you already know It's your boy Troy Ave [?] swag With the semi-auto on me, 'cause my nerve's fucking bad I can shoot niggas, I don't shoot hoops The birds got me ballin' so I stay in the Koop (skrrt) [?] on the wheels, heavy on the chills Keep atleast 250 20 dollar bills Niggas know the deal, niggas know I deal So when you want to shop I give you a good deal [Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks [Verse 3: Prodigy] My baby it's a Mobb Deep party all night We have a few laughs and tell a few lies Whatever it take for me to get up in them thots I tell them what they want They give me what I like Brooklyn, Queens they with, we gettin' ride I'm 3 months home I'm feelin' good to be alive Got my California cousins runnin' with the 5's Gangbang, maintain, all my niggas live If we don't keep it extra hard, then who will? Yeah them niggas spit rough but They lack the skills They keep every wolf fed and pay the house bills And keep the songs comin' like I'm on them blue pills Illuminati paid, my nigga I been lied And bend arms like a wife beater No ike, this is real hoody shit No fraudulence Troy Ave my co-defence We gon' drink our pain away I smell a rat - exposin' it [Hook: Troy Ave] Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot [?] a nigga gettin' shot I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocksEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Catch Body MusicOh yeah (x3) Uh (x3) Yeah yeah [Verse 1 - Prodigy] This is how we murder shit; Chop sumn, pop sumn Down to the floor, leave that boy burnin' It's P now you learnin' it, mind on the purple shit Pass me the kush, let me show you what I'm workin' with I stab a nigga, have a nigga bloody on the cement I don't look for trouble so don't give me a reason Bounce your fuckin' head on the ground like a ball Cuz I do 'em dirty, leave 'em blurry on the floor 'Cuz that blood get in they eyes, I Mobb on these niggas, B You F 'round, you go to sleep, mess around and die, see I live for my kids and the universe need me Grab the earth, and shake it repeatedly [Hook - Prodigy] Now shorty don't quit, get it, get it Let me see you move it Twerk that body, body Love the way the way you do it (This is Catch Body Music) Girl, I get you bodied You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami Shorty don't quit, get it, get it Show me how you move it Twerk that body, body Love the way the way you do it (This is Catch Body Music) Girl, I get you bodied You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Told you This is how we kill shit: Slice 'em, dice 'em Carve 'em up real nice like cold cut slices Las Vegas P - is at the crap tables I'm throwin' G's, and I'm comin' up Yeah, show you how to win, show 'em where to begin But where you gon' end up is in god's plans I can't make the jackass drink the water But I can look out for 'em and show 'em where it's at (where it's at) I'm so hungry, that I could eat a horse I'm so thirsty, I could drink the horse blood Contrary to your belief, P is that shit You ain't gotta like my style, my fans hold me down [Hook - Prodigy] Now shorty don't quit, get it, get it Let me see you move it Twerk that body, body Love the way the way you do it (This is Catch Body Music) Girl, I get you bodied You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami Shorty don't quit, get it, get it Show me how you move it Twerk that body, body Love the way the way you do it (This is Catch Body Music) Girl, I get you bodied You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami [Verse 3 - Prodigy] Yeaah - 'Cuz I bang the ratch' Turn me up loud, this a fresh, hot batch The new, steamin', hot shit, fresh off the grain Banana clip P, bandanna on, my chain- Shit run through my veins, I could never fail I could only get iller, could only prevail Click clack, when it gets like that, you chill Uh, a lil' too late for that, go to hell Yo, this is how dun gangsters, they be hall-of-famers But playin' dangerous games, I make you famous, see This is how I slaughter them, and I mean all o' them Rapper talk back, rapper get clapped, all o' them (all o' them) And then we find more a' them These niggas is like roaches, exterminate all o' them Get up on dem broad dem, love and record them Then play it for my niggas when we dyin' to ballin' [Hook - Prodigy] Now shorty don't quit, get it, get it Let me see you move it Twerk that body, body Love the way the way you do it (This is Catch Body Music) Girl, I get you bodied You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami Shorty don't quit, get it, get it Show me how you move it Twerk that body, body Love the way the way you do it (This is Catch Body Music) Girl, I get you bodied You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mamiEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Black Devil (EP)[Verse 1:Prodigy] Evil bastard Cut throat warmonger Backstabber, betray your own mother You double tongued, double talk cause you two face-ed You triple 6 with a hiss like satan No good snake you only speak lies Slime bucket scum of the universe Your eyes reveal that you have no soul And expose your true colors I see you From three million miles away That you's a sneaky motherfucker but you can't fool me You not my bro, you not my sis The devil doesn't have a skin color or a complexion So you not my brother you not my sister Your skin might be brown But I know that you down with about two billion demons Listen just stay the fuck away from me or get killed for treason Against The Most High You might got these other people scared of you But that shit don't fly Over here we laugh at you but it's not a joke Because people need to know about the black devil [Hook] [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yeah, the real outcast your time is up It's not the end of the world, it's the age of aquarius You's a deceiver You got the whole world confused in a daze like some rats in a maze You's a shape-shifter I don't care if you the pope, the president, or prime minister King queen, prince or princess You just fronting for the public and you fronting for the press But behind closed doors What really goes on is Ritualistic, cannibalistic, sadistic, masochistic Some real sick shit The most wicked there is that ever lived Under the sun the infamous day walker The movie Blade is just metaphorical Yes, the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled Is convincing the world that the devil don't exist People have no clue They looking for a red man with a pitchfork but that's just not true Some say that it's the white man But yo I'm here to let you know if you ain't know about the black devil [Hook] [Verse 3:Prodigy] Knowledge of equality of all people Even though physically we not all equal Erase the racism The only thing I see when I look at a person is good or evil But the 'black man is god' Yeah that shit sound good But that shit don't apply when you try and get a job This is real world music, reality rap We spent too many years on that fantasy crap It's time we deal with the facts And the fact is you ain't better than somebody because the color of your skin I did three years in prison And the white boys showed me more love than any of my so-called niggas So you can go and ? your doctrine The only thing that matters is you negative or positive And you can go to hell even where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb Which proves you want to battle with the war not done You might got these other people fooled But you can't fool we because we know that you a black devilEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Down & out in new york cityI was born in New York City - on a Monday! It seems I was out shinin' shoes 'bout Tuesday 'noon! All the bad cats - in the bad hats! I was born in New York City - on a Monday! It seems I was out shinin' shoes 'bout Tuesday 'noon! All the bad cats - in the bad hats! Doing me a real big favor! The bad cats - in the bad hats! Playing it on real goooooooood! When you're down and oouuuuuut in Newww York Cityyyyyyyy! Said I never, never, never gonna get that way again! AAAHHHHHHH!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sleep When I’m Dead(Chorus: Prodigy) Sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin' But never that... I'll get enough sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin' But never that... (Verse 1: Prodigy) You think it's all a joke, but nah, you never know I tried to told you shit was real, but you won't hear me Bet you feel the pain, look at your blood splatter You see that bright white light; i wrote your final chapter You jelly when you see me, i sense a lot of hatred You really wanna be down and get initiated M.O.B.B. blood, The Infamous, cousin My whole unit, whole bunch of vultures and buzzers We circle all around, we plottin' on your death We schemin' on your dying, you can never catch me sleepin' Cuz i'm watchin' you thinking watching me, stupid I got the drop, i got the oo-wop and i'm gon' use it Right now i'm on my shit, police is on my dick They see the power i possess, they know my strength is crazy Bulletproof truck, my shit got confiscated When i get back i have a armed Denali waiting (Chorus: Prodigy) Sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin' But never that... I'll get enough sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin' But never that... (Verse 2: Prodigy) You think it's fun and games, until them bodies lay I stretch people out, yeah that's right you better hear me The hand canon blamming, it make your bone shatter Then take your head with the bazooka or the rocket launcher .357 blast, the .44 explode I gotta hold it down, you fucked around you gotta go now Baby, baby love, she wants some thug in her I fill her up with love deep, then i go deeper Getting jerry sprung, i have ya honey bun You know the game, pimp playa, how you catchin' feelings? Fuck a stupid bitch, i'm gettin' stupid rich My money retarded, you fakin' now get crazy, they can - Never get no rest, but i'll be gettin' stacks Never can relax cuz my brain is hyperactive All about the dough, about the dough, heard you I heard you looking for me nigga, here i go! (Chorus: Prodigy) Sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin' But never that... I'll get enough sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin' But never that...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Delt(Prodigy) Dunn it's real like that (Havoc) Uh huh yeah Uh huh yeah(uh huh) Yeah, ha(solo on that ass ? dealt with the bullshit) Check me out dunn(yeah) Check me out now(out yo) Yo Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows Feel me for what I stand for And I'ma do it til the death til I can't no more Fuck a hoe, it's all about dough Still, fuck her and still don't love em That's word to mother Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth It's die or lose I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen On the strength that I had to hurt something Cuz my stomach hurtin I'm a cool nigga, but don't let me start buggin Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn Niggas gotta eat, fuck settling for crumbs Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb Til hell freezes over yo y'all niggas better run (Chorus)(Repeated 2x) (Havoc) Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit Lived through the bullshit So put a clamp on them loose lips My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow) (Prodigy) Guns redundant My dunns move in abundance We loose cannons, my rugar will pop somethin What's all the frontin Being cavilier will get you nothing Or maybe touched though Keep pressing me and we be thumpin like the ? vs. the hawks When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back And punctured his lungs It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you Yo get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude Yeah, respect the colors and the flag i wave Respect the I.M.D. embroidery My shit is classic and authentic Blowin dick Y'all niggas grafting my whole presence Get your own shit My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon Now, twist up your cheebas I get deeper in debt My rap page make niggas throw they reefer at us Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do Just don't test me niggas I be toasted up What(echoes) (Havoc) Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit and lived through the bullshit (Chorus #2) Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit Lived through the bullshit(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah) So put a clamp on them loose lips My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow) (Prodigy) My style, identical to guns that burst I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down My shit burn, make em far from a clown (Havoc) Ay yo, likewise See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise Then I, reply with a cold shoulder You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover Chorus #2 (Chorus #3) Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit Lived through the bullshit(uh huh, yeah) So put a clamp on them loose lips My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Seventh Heaven[Prodigy] Infamous nigga, yea-yea C'mon man, any nigga get charged And in this love scene, ayo, ayo, VIP, ayo You play yourself once, you get shot twice We gon' die three times, and the four takes life Five of you try to jump me, and six Angels come To take you away to 7th Heaven When that alcohol hit, I'm feelin' good When that purple haze hit, I'm feelin' good Thirty milligram, yep!, I'm feelin' good I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good When them drugs take effect, I start feelin' the buzz Gimme right, gimme ready for the things to come Sex, money and murder are the things we want Power and longevity allow me to stunt On the beach, they put me on the beach Soakin' up the Sun chargin' up my batteries When I get up it's gon' be a assault battery Wit a Uzi, bullets peep you to asleep No nap time nigga, my snack time nigga I wrap niggas up in them doggy bags nigga You know, for the coroner, I'm strung out on gun fire nigga Turn it up more done It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven Teleported, start spreadin' his wings flap to the sky Just when P give me the word, I'mma clap 'em 'til he die It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die Three screamer spent 22 askin' me "Why?" I told 'em you crossed my vine, I tossed my nine And walk around with twin shotties like I lost my mind Boggie in the mouth, Ken Griffey the hands Point 'em out I make his ass part of history fam Yea, and I don't gotta say no more I've been waitin' five years to bring the K on tour When we carry the .44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high So big one hit you, your cousin'll dieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Strung Out[Verse 1]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Most Dangerous[Hook (2x):] What's the prognosis I'm focused about my bacon strips What's your agenda I'm never off point my clique We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous [Verse 1:] I still pop a few drugs, pop a little bub get a low neck For my little jump bunny in the projects She like my swag there's no contest Perignon P that's me, that's me, no doubt, no doubt, I'm next Leave this mic and pick my teeth Always my man is passed tooth pick A little dessert that'll work what's on thе menu Some basemеnt track tell than to let loose Some real hot shit that burn like pistols And DJs won that instrumental That murder that fire that killed the plane and serving fiends They wanna get higher and higher we got what they need This that hit a nigga with the back when the nigga wanna act like upward in What a really is showing what it is and a better nigga never do that again Niggas emotional like Carl Thomas I hurt your feelings and I'm not sorry The autobiography of the hardest artist I draw your blood Test my hand I test my aim and that's your sketch but on your face Canary stoolies when a jammie up and half a nigga catch a brand new case I know your style you so tough tell a ??? knock out your brain I tell on that dead man no make no statements and can't cooperate [Hook (2x):] What's the prognosis I'm focused about my bacon strips What's your agenda I'm never off point my clique We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Keep It Thoro (Remix)[Intro: Prodigy & Havoc] Uh-huh, oh, y'all niggas killers now? (What the fuck?) Oh word? Catch you comin' out your fuckin crib [Chorus: Havoc] Half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror (Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, nigga) Niggas like you only belong in the theater P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mills Tour the album, only for more sales We used to catch those on the block with crills Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills Sign deals only if the math is real If we can't match numbers Then you can't have the Head Nigga In Chargе and shit Live nigga rhymes artist Pardon, P-dub shines rеgardless Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists My advice, 'fore it get like that, is think twice 'Fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it Loose niggas make the news when we start formin' Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often Doin' it past your delf, you way out your jurisdiction While niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around, dunny, this move's real I keep it thoro, nigga [Chorus: Havoc] You's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror Niggas like you only belong in the theater P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's You's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror Niggas like you only belong in the theater P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo While niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around, dunny, this move's real I gave birth to your whole style and feel How do it feel, to hold my dick in public Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner Let's me and you do it live on stage for dolo I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi Tempramental, I snap quick, very touchy Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty I rap like no one out there can fuck with me You feel different, niggas see me I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck you, Pay me+ I'm no shorty, nigga ,I stop your glory I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice I'm nothin' sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price When you see me in the streets, soldier, salute me You just a groupie — oh, you gangsta? Then shoot me Who gives a fuck really? I miss my nigga Twin, kill me So I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day... I keep it thoro, nigga [Chorus: Havoc] Uh-huh, you's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror Niggas like you only belong in the theater P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's You's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror Niggas like you only belong in the theater P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's [Outro: Havoc] Thoro, nigga; thoro, nigga, know what I'm sayin' Catch you cats comin' out your crib, comin' out your crib, what Y'all niggas bullshittin' on the grill, for real You lettin' niggas up on that, get off that That's ours, get away from there You know what I'm sayin'? Word up M-O-B-B for life, nigga, P-E-dub, 2001, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stop Stressin’You gotta stop stressin' (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In the SmashI got niggas in my smash (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Test Tube BabiesY'all test tube babies (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who You Bullshittin’[Prodigy] Yeah Let me tell you somethin' Only niggas that can rap like this Is H-A-V-O-C and the come back kid Wha Stop you could never sound like this You not unique like P Look how I freak this shit You the greatest of the hard core ones The best ever I'm utterly grimey Who does it better? Listen These other rappers all rapping trickey Toying with me boy I get silly Like big bags of dust and cocaine blunts White e & j and sprite you mix it up This quality hood shit Yeah all punk and garbage And people buying that bullshit Oh my God it's a helluva drought Of fine time to rhyme Pull your hardrives out and dig through the archive Maybe you can find an old dusty hot one Cuz that new shit you got is not wassup [Chrous] Who you bullshittin? You ain't top five Who you tryin' to goose up? You ain't hot slime You just a cold pussy You just a coulda, shoulda, woulda ass nigga You ain't never be alive nigga [Chorus X2] [Havoc] I'm as alive as they come with the eletrical tape Couldn't stop this fire when the wire break I annihiliate, violate somethin' phishies Nutricious, eat food have my goons doing dishes ? Am I too specific? I beg to differ Hand on the bible swear to be a better nigga Whateva The first one got a nigga hypcriting First sign of border less spittin ? Who you gettin' Ya whole team pussy A whole bunch of dead kittens Heads missing Ya know it's serious when the feds phishing They not gonna find nothin' in the shark tank Nothin but algae and live bait Clareece couldn't figure out my mind state You wanted me death sent on a blind date The unforgettable look that eyes make I see it in my dreams and when I awake [Chrous X2] [Prodigy] Yeah that's how my shit spray When I'm spittin' these bars get the fuck out da way Or you gonna be a target to my 16 slabs I don't do battles I engage combat Within the streets not in da street Put the coins on your eyes Before the defeat Since you first heard of us You wanted to be just like me Hands on your neck tatted just like P Long chain swinging Dingaling ringing mad bells in the salon I got dem singing My praise is the craze It's dem Queensbridge dogs Nobody make music like dis anymore It's just a bunch of reckless raps that makes no sense A hunnid bodies on your song Yeah real intelligent You's a writer of fiction Straight novelist So many keys you woulda thought you was a locksmith [Chorus X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Seen Too Much[Verse 1] Nigga I got the heart of a man Blood of the gods [Granted?] for prodigy Straight forward bomb Niggas letting guns off And I ain't thuggin' One supposed to make moves Man I ain't budgin' Man I ain't pluckin' [?] And I whoop that ass if you get close to me Niggas best form in line and side with us Cause any other side gon' bite the dust Nigga this ain't Star Wars Where there's gon' be a murder On MTV news, you make the wrong move Dude I thought I told ya I'm an infamous soldier G-Unit gorilla banana clip loader When I was a young thug I had [gone to?] Being so rich we can spend it how we wanna And now my dreams is real We standin' on mills And fuck the fake shit The hood made me real [Chorus] That shit don't scare us We've been through too much That shit don't faze me I've seen too much The pain and death we know We've been through so much That's why we so high and we smoke so much (x2) [Verse 2] I got a serious habit for that [floral ten haze?] Cause beef got me sharp Always clutchin' them thangs Some niggas pop they tail They so afraid I'm a pro with those Right in police face Need to go down homie, homie you ain't safe It's no neutral zone Everywhere it's a go I don't lose no sleep But I do have nightmares And niggas movin' on me And my gun always jam Shit I wake up in the morning look myself in the mirror Shit Nigga fuck dreams In real life I kill ya I got everything a man could want outta life And when I'm bored I look for the niggas I don't like [Chorus] That shit don't scare us We've been through too much That shit don't faze me I've seen too much The pain and death we know We've been through so much That's why we so high and we smoke so much (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Circle Don’t StopThe circle doesn't stop (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Running From[Hook:] The moment you born you was living to die (Trav what up nigga) So what you running from, from, from (Know it's on right) Cause I ain't scared to die, die, die (We ain't running nowhere nigga) So what you running from, from, from (When popped off for tonight) Cause you was born to die [Verse 1:] You share on my face that I'm fearless You can tell from my actions I want more Money, green, paper I'm losing my ability And calm to fuck down and my soldiers kill for me That's why I just ??? in the first place I physically most hold the gun I must delegate And sometimes you put that H on your back And handle that pick that ratchet and find whey they at Stretch a pussy out just like a whores vagina Little nigga whole timеr get lined up Barber of thе 'Ville boy hit you with the clipper The 40 pound ??? now plead me a river You never been a war, you niggas got rap beef IPhone thugs got drama on Twitter The niggas should've long in these draws when the guns ripped Spook them my niggas you shook to death, get 'em [Hook:] The moment you born you was living to die So what you running from, from, from (Why y'all running, why y'all going) Cause I ain't scared to die, die, die So what you running from, from, from Cause you was born to die [Outro:] (Fades) You can't hide Gon' catch you whatever nigga You gon' see you and then you know it's gon' happen after thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Damn DaddyGod damn daddy (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy AnytimeAnytime for all time (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy PhDYeah You know the time Don't, Don't Don't worry about it What you say, what you say Uh, Let's go Infamous life Big Bandana General Bars Major rap master Certified heroine The Perignon don Hip Hop god Legend of the hood I are The mythbuster I reveal the facts So don't be shocked when your fav rapper gets is head wrapped I don't draw first blood, I just clean up the hazmat I don't go looking for trouble I'm past that Greener pastures Bluer skies Clearer oceans Above and beyond All that wack shit Banging too dopе music Drinking mature grapes I can't fuck with a sucker I'm on anothеr page I'm too cool I'm too hot My bitch too badass The fem 2Pac My shit so good The fuck I want to rap with you for And waste my gift On some bullshit-lame nigga song --- What else you got Boiling spit It burn my mouth How could I not brag-listen my words I put it down I don't fuck about I don't dick around I'm a professional I don't shine shoes no more You ain't get the memo Beat you with that shine box Black Cesar Brown skin Chiapas Chiefing on Cheeba Tell that nigga Solomon he dead on Sheba Cause' the glamourous life ain't much without love This are the days of our lives so live to the max In the pool with my clothes on We laughin like kids Fuck y'all get the gasface They've got the mad face When you rich they think the only way is luminati So fuck 'it let 'em think it Like who'd a ever thunk it Master P and I ain't talkin' 'bout Percy R.I.P A.S.A.P Street Wise that's why they call him PHDEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Box CuttersNiggas be acting like shit is on gravy (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blacc Panther[Chorus] Pray on 'em I get 'em Stay on 'em don't let 'em Creep on 'em BLACC PANTHER [Verse 1] Jealousy and envy That's a bitch move Niggas talking crazy That's what chicks do Yeah, I'm on some bullshit I got issues Get up of ma dick Before I get you And when I get you that's that Run up on 'em Blacc Panther You gon' pay for your sins Pull up on 'em Blacc Panther Pray on 'em I get 'em Make a foward for the setup Stay on 'em Don't let 'em Creep on 'em Blacc Panther [Chorus] (blaccblaccblaccblacc Blaccblacc Blaccblaccblaccblacc) Blacc Panther [Verse 2] Thought you gettin' over But I'm slicin' faces open Thought they can get away with murder But the revolt coming Repeat the first two bars Just grab 'em to achieve I keep my enemies far You fucking away from me [Outro] Pray on 'em I get 'em Stay on 'em don't let 'em Creep on 'em BLACK PANTHER And that's that Run up on 'em Blacc Panther You gon' pay for your sins Pull up on 'em Blacc Panther Pray on 'em I get 'em Make a forward for the setup Stay on 'em Don't let up Creep on 'em Blacc Panther [Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy They Want Me DeadThe FEDS want me dead (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro (Product of the 80's)Welcome to the 1980s (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Zoo Musik?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lay LowYou gotta lay low (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sex, Drugs & MurderGet yo fill of sex, drugs and murder (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Raining Guns & Shanks[Verse 1] Tired o' this shit, it's monstrous The way it flows is marvelous He deserves a monument (Who?) Yeah, built for me, king of the spit [?] to infamous soldier G-Unit gorilla, R.I.P Finger real itchy like Chi Ali Wishing a n**** would try stunt on me I'm just getting warm [Come on!] You hear that pot whistle? That's when I'm ballin' Them gunshots whistle and n****s get burped I'm pipin' hot, then I'm pipin' her O.P.P., the Don P bitch The Mac is back and I brought extra clips Cuz n****s out here got extra lip 'Til they feel that pain, when I let it rain And clear it out, n**** no doubt I pull your g-string down south, pussy [Chorus] x2 Move, pop, shit, drop, go, dumb, get, crunk You do what you do, I do my thing Infamous soldiers, guns and shanks It's gon' be blood man it's gon' rain And I'm not scared, man it's okay [Verse 2] Yo, I can't be stopped, my confidence Is made of steel, the bulletproof kid Sittin' at the top where I'm supposed to sit And right in front of your face, you can't believe it N****s wanna know what kind of bottle I'm drinking Get a good look at the wrist, don't even think it Can't talk to me, talk to my dawg N****s need to pray, and talk to the lord Cause getting close to me as close to him Let's play a little game, of life or death Heard you got a lil' name, got a lil' rep Make a lil' noise with your lil' four fifth When I pop shit off, it makes CNN Top story the news and they don't know shit While I be on the island getting dark skinned Lil' shorty rub my back and pass the stick The cops ain't never gon' find out shit Stop sweatin' me, get off my dick [Chorus] x2 Move, pop, shit, drop, go, dumb, get, crunk You do what you do, I do my thing Infamous soldiers, guns and shanks It's gon' be blood man it's gon' rain And I'm not scared, man it's okayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy P Keep Spittin’Yeah nigga bust yo thang (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Drop Em OffDrop them off (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gimmie LittleGimme a little of this (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gin LoveI got some gin love (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lay’d OutI got everything lay'd out (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy SlaughterhouseWelcome to the Slaughterhouse (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dirty Game (Remix)Its a dirty game (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy StrandedWe about to get stranded (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where’s Your LeaderShow me where yo leader is So I can take what's his (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lil ThunnGet a load of that lil thunn (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s Not A GameIts not a game (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Talk AboutTalk about some serious shit (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fish MeatSalty like fish meat (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Look In My LifeTake a good look in my life (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy That’s NastyYou fucked up so bad, your body half dead But you get what you deserve (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ExtremeThat's extreme (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Money On Your HeadPut the money on your head (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy PrisonerI am a prisoner in my own city (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy FraudsHit the frauds (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Love & MoneyNever mix money and love (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Body BagGet yo whole family in a body bag (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Getting CloserIt is getting closer and closer (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Get Me ConfusedDon't get me confused with no other (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The RealnessTaste the realness (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy They ScaredThey scared of us (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Run The CityGuess who runs the city (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy HomicideIts a homicide (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Off The WallHit it off the wall (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Top ShottasWe be the top shottas (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dump TruckMy raps are a dump truck (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Don’t Tell MeYeah don't tell me (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Grandmode InfamousWe are grandmode infamous (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy They Love Me In The Hood (Freestyle)They love me in the hood (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy UpsetI AM UPSET (...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Juicy[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] ("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!) Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] You know very well (Yeah) Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha) Reach for the stars (It's all good) You had a goal (C'mon) But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (Check it) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] You know very well (C'mon) Who you are (Bankrolls) Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes) Reach for the stars (Mansions) You had a goal But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty ('94) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebrating every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] You know very well (Money) Who you are (Hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Reach for the stars (That's right) You had a goal (It's all good) But not that many (All good) 'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent) I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Post-Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls) Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy) Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch) [Chorus: Total] You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty [Outro: Puff Daddy & Total] Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars [Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Poppa[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah), uh Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (He-he) Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah Nine-fo' (Keep bangin') [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (Uh) Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me (What?) The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (Uh) Mad question askin', blunt passin' Music blastin', but I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (That's right) Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh) Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (Come on) No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (Uh) Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree cuz (Let's go) [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (Uh), baby (Uh) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Straight up, honey, really I'm askin' Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line (What?), "What's your name? What's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (That's right) And ask you what your interests are, who you be with Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 (Come on) Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (Uh-huh) Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly (G) A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True) Forget the telly—we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Ls while you do me [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (Come on, yeah) I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh) I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] (How you livin', Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream (Heh) Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams (That's right) (What?) Choppin' Os (Uh-huh), smokin' la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows (All a nigga knows) A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure (For what?), so grams I had to measure However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend [Interlude: Puff Daddy] Yeah, honey, check it Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend (That's right), alright? Is that aight wit' you? Yeah, keep bangin' [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh) I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh) [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Check it out Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Represent, baby, baby, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Suicidal Thoughts[Intro: Puff Daddy] Hello? Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man? Oh, God damn Nigga, do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin' 'bout, man?) It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man) God'll probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga) All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah) Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga) Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B) My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you) I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck?) And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man) I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man) Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me But nah, you wouldn't understand Nigga, talk to me please, man! You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out) Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? (I'ma call you when I get in the car) People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?) My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!) She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?) Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga) I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo) Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!) *Gunshot* Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big! [Outro] Please hang up and try your call again Please hang up— Is a recordingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hypnotize[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)] Uh, uh, (Uh, come on) [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)] Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (That's right) Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (Come on, do it) Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (He, he) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (Nothin') So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (Come on) Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (Thank you) Packin', askin', "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it [Chorus: Pamela Long] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (Ha) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (Uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (That's right) All Philly hoes go with Moschino (Come on) Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit? Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars I'll still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment (Uh-uh) At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff "Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement" Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (Not Guilty) Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (Come on) [Chorus: Pamela Long] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (Come on) Wreck it, buy a new one Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice So, get with this nigga, it's easy (Uh-huh) Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (That's right) Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly (Slowly) Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi) Dick black like Toby (Toby) Watch me roam like Romey (Romey) Lucky they don't owe me Where the safe? Show me, homie (Say what, homie) [Chorus: Pamela Long] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ten Crack Commandments[Chuck D] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 [Intro] It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas [Verse] I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know How much dough you hold 'cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up Number two: never let 'em know your next move Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness (Uh huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number three: never trust nobody Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up Number 4: I know you heard this before "Never get high on your own supply" Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em "bounce!" Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back, shit, forget it! 7: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number 8: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me: If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't tryna listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin' Number 10: a strong word called "consignment" Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele, say "hell no!" 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up If not, 24 years on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed Your girl fucked my man Jake up Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh) [Outro] Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite [Premier Scratching] (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10.......10)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Notorious Thugs[Intro: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] And Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon (This a lake of fire right here) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody) Notorious thugs Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas Notorious thugs Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Armed and dangerous Ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed, no angel dust Label us notorious Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sittin' here tryna win, try not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke, need oxygen Steadily countin' them Benjamins Nigga, you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this shit since '92 Look at all the bullshit I been through So-called beef with you-know-who Fucked a few female stars or two Then I blew like nigga move like Mike Shit, not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick 'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo game, talk yo shit Grab yo gat, call yo clique Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas, I got to fight one All them hoes, I got to like one Our situation is a tight one What you gonna do: fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take B Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly I'ma tell you like a nigga told me "Cash Rule Everything Around Me" Shit, lyrically niggas can't see me Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it Doesn't it seem odd to you? Big come through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes Who's the killer: me or you? [Break: Puff Daddy] We forgive you, for you know not what you do [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] 7 A.M. woke in the morning With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine No-Doz so pop a couple of those Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean, make it gleam Deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally steamed With my instrumelody, and heated, especially for your team And a .45 indeed will beam In between the scenes, destroy your dreams You willin' to die? We'll see How many flee when I cause the scene? We mean mug, Mo' Thugs, trained to be perfect disciples When it's survival, tongue is a double-edged sword Triple six rivals spittin' fire This the real truth, bitch, breakin' out for lies My Messiah's better be ready for Armageddon, shit's expired It's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man Put in positions off in the Clair All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender; never no surrender, no pretend Pick up my pen in my hand One of my trusted friend-friends Hey, open it, let's see if for real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin: baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin' In daily recruitin', there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bible And a pen and a pad to hit the label—kick it, nigga! [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Nigga roll with Bone up into the dank spot To the dome with a shot of burb Never get tossed to the curb Be feelin' that urge to splurge But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, give me that Mossberg swerve! Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off Get 'em hauled off, nigga, y'all loss Take it all off, got a nigga caught off But the Bone, not Leatherface Too many are thinkin' they thugs And little Mo Hart want to pull it and bust it And bitch, if you steppin', we buckin' them guns, that's fucked up Now let me get done with the grime Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get done with the crime Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But really we be servin' them dummies, see? Gotta buck him on down If he come back talkin' like, "Give me back me money!" Thuggin' with me killers Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol Now who ready to get bent? Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money So I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 4: Layzie Bone] Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya with magic Droppin' down lead but I call it my gadgets With an automatic status, we spray Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue Biggie, blue's on my ass Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'?" Grab artillery, a nigga start packin' 'Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin' And I did him, hit him right between the eyes The spot was wise; wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit Y'all get mo murdered all day, all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with number one, one, one? Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum Bloody red, red, rum [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party) It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody) Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Shot Ya?[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 9-5EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems[Produced by Stevie J, Diddy, Nashiem Myrick and 6 July] [Verse 1: Ma$e] Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop? Whose jewels got rocks? Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock? The same old pimp, Mase You know ain't nothing change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty And then you yell, "There go Mase!", there go your cutie [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots, rip all the spots Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops I know you thinking now, "When all the ballin' stops?" Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now what you gon' do with a crew That got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours? Violate me, this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way ‘Cause it ain't enough time here Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here Deal with many women but treat dimes fair And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yea, yea, yea [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] B-I-G P-O-P-P-A No info for the DEA Federal agents mad ‘cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage, the girls boo too much I guess it's ‘cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch? Never that! If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your Rolies in the sky Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player, please Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin’ Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know I got the dough, got the flow down pizat Platinum plus like thizat Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [Break: Kelly Price] What's going on? (what's going on?) Somebody tell me (what's going on?) [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we seeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gimme the Loot[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls Huh, yeah (I'm a bad, bad, bad) [Verse 1] My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib Turned him self in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight And I'm stressed Yo, Biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?) Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogard Have his mother singin', "It's so hard" Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude Because the nigga play pussy That's the nigga that's gettin' screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin' Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin' Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal 'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shit So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? [Interlude] When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money [Chorus] Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) [Verse 2] Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up! And I'm shootin' niggas quick if ya hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece The opposite of peace, sendin' mom duke a wreath You're talkin' to the robbery expert Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant 'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that Before you get your grave dug from the main thug Three fifty-seven slug And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip Motherfuckers better strip, (Yeah, nigga, peel!) Before you find out how blue steel feel From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in ya sweater The money-getter, motherfuckers don't know better Rolex watches and colorful Swatches I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it Man, niggas come through, I'm takin' high school rings too Bitches get ********* for their earrings and bangles And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockers And if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed, too Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it [Interlude] Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money) [Chorus] Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) [Verse 3] Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet Ooh, money looks sweet Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back Hit her with the gat Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot Oh shit, the cops Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts So why the fuck he keep looking? I guess to get his life tooken I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking Oh shit, now he looking in my face You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot A true motherfucker going out for the loot [Outro] Take that motherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dead Wrong[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Bad Boy, baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again Yeah [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers! "Hail Mary, full of grace..." Smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics "Make up to break up," niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit, just the two hits Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G," Then I bust in her E-Y-E [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over, Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh Leave you toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G's Disrespect me, my potency is deadly I'm shooting babies; no ifs, ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon got the little hookers screaming (Woo!) Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (You're dead wrong) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong who got it going on? (Ladies and gentlemen...) You're dead wrong [Verse 3: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshiping Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong! [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (You're dead wrong) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong (Uh-huh) Who got it going on? (Born Again, yeah) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (*repeat to fade*) [Outro: Diddy] We won't stop, 'cause we can't stop [Produced by Chucky Thompson and Mario Winans]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Kick in the Door[Skit - Trevin Jones] Welcome back, we're here on Bad Boy Television, and I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad. We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience. Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from Shay - Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle. and I just don't understand; why you so mad? Like, what are you so mad about? The Mad Rapper - Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why? Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question youknowhatI'msayin'? Who the fuck is you? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper) YouknowhatI'msayin? You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show) I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, youknowsayin? They drivin' around in hot cars, youknowsayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language). YouknowhatI'ms--? I'm still livin' with my Moms, youknowhatI'msayin? That's my word. YouknowI'ms--? I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made, this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album. I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records. That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aightYouknowI'msayin, that shit was aight, it was cool. But my shit is J--more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit And they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin, "I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions, youknowhatI'msayin? Who is you? [Interlude: Martin Lawrence] I gots to talk I gotta tell what I feel I gotta talk about my life as I see it [Intro - The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you This goes out to you This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you [Verse 1] Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa You got to call me Francis M.H White, intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin' Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to Flip on that cat with that grip on rap? The most shady, (Tell Em!) Frankie baby Ain't no telling where I may be, may see me in D.C At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing Fucking something, you should know my steelo Went from ten Gs for blow to thirty Gs a show To orgies with hoes I never seen before So, Jesus, get off the Notorious' Penis before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than "Great Adventure" Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?") [Chorus] Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie) Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh) All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more [Verse 2] On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get when you're marked for death Should I start your breath or should I let you die In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get Stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma [Chorus] Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh) All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (uh, uh, uh) Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie) Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more [Verse 3] This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88 Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante You wanna get on son, you need to ask me Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue They light weight, fragili, my nine milli Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny And you still recouping, stupid stupid stupid stupid...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Everyday Struggle[Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Verse 1] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way, mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock 19 for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man [Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Verse 2] I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed At last, I'm literally loungin', black Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble In the everyday struggle [Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Verse 3] I'm seein' body after body and our mayor Giuliani Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge, I'ma mold her now Trick a little dough buyin' young girls fringes Dealin' with the dope fiend binges, seein' syringes In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange Breakin' days on the set, no sweat Drunk off Moët, can't bag yet because it's still wet But when that dry, baggin' five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashin' line I had the first and the third, rehearse, that's my word Thick in the game, D's knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC with air holes [Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, motherfucker Hah, come on, what you say? [Chorus] I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle (Right) [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Junior M.A.F.I.A. right Yeah, rock on, woo! Biggie Smalls, right Junior M.A.F.I.AEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Warning[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin' Wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin' me and why It's my nigga, Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with? Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect I didn't say them They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when When you was clockin' minor figures Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do [Chorus] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus With the Texas license plates out of state They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down They even heard about the crib You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor Call the coroner! There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin' If my burglar alarm starts ringin' What ya think all the guns is for? All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Bet ya Biggie won't slip I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad predicament Where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what I'ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode on your asshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga Feel the rough, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you? I'm not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody comin' [Skit] C'mon, motherfucker Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on Are we gettin' close, huh? It's right over here You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man? Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house Fuck, right here Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house Oh shit What? What's wrong? What's that red dot on your head, man? What red dot? Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too Oh shit!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One More Chance[Intro] All you hoes calling here for my daddy, get off his dick Like that, mommy? *Beep* Hi, daddy, how you doing? This is Tyiest I was thinking about you last night, mm You actin' like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all of that But you trying to tell me it wasn't good? *Beep* That shit is real fucked up what you did I hooked you up with my girl and shit You fucked her every time you see her You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying? And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you "Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?" *Beep* Yo, B.I.G., this is Quita Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie at the mall and I know you ain't fucking her You fucked with me last night That's my best friend and we don't get down like that *Beep* Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour I don't know what's going on, motherfuckers trying to rob me You be disappearing and shit, I'm waiting in the cold What the fuck is going on? When you get in give me a fucking call, alright? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manila Honeys call me "Bigga the Condom Filler" Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with a dick, make your kidney shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I wear thirteens, know what I mean? I'll fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (See shit) The next batter, here to shatter your bladder It doesn't matter, skinny or fat or light-skinned or black Baby, I drop these Boricua mamis screaming ¡Ay papi! I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a four-four For niggas getting mad 'cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G, you see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Getting physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So give me a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-Town in ya, you want that old thing back [Chorus: Total & The Notorious B.I.G.] Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me? She mad because what we had didn't last I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins Another honey's in the crib? Please, send her in I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop 'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis You never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Timb boots and your body suit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em And if I'm caressing 'em I'm undressing 'em Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York? Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke Or Tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick And when I nut I got to split Shit, backshots is my position I got you wishing for an intermission, fuck the kissin' Lickin' you down to your belly button, I ain't frontin' They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden [Chorus: Total] Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chanceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sky’s The Limit[Intro: Voletta Wallace] Baby, look at me, Mama love you And I know you ain't no little boy no more But you'll always be my baby It seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms Now look at you now big, but I worry about you I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner All times at night with the cruel people Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream Well, I want you to hold on to that dream, baby Hold on to it real tight, ‘cause the sky's the limit [Break: The Notorious B.I.G.] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen How's everybody doing tonight? I'd like to welcome to the stage The lyrically acclaimed I like this young man, because when he came out He came out with the phrase He went from ashy to classy – I like that So everybody in the house Give a warm round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G The Notorious B.I.G Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for him y'all! [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh, a nigga never been as broke as me, I like that When I was young, I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators You want to see the inside? I see you later Here comes the drama, oh That's that nigga with the fake, blaow Why you punch me in my face? Stay in your place Play your position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin' And hoes clockin', here comes respect His crew's your crew or they might be next Look at their man eye, big man, they never try So we rolled with them, stole with them I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch '88 Oshkosh and blue and white dunks, pass the blunts [Chorus: 112] Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I was ashamed, my crew was lame I had enough heart for most of them Long as I got stuff from most of them It's on, even when I was wrong, I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus I'm fucking, bitches ain't my homegirls now Start stacking, dabbled in crack, gun packing Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my ninas From gym class to Inglés pass off a global The only nigga with a mobile, can't you see like Total Getting larger in waists and tastes Ain't no telling where this felon is headin', just in case Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space Your brain was a terrible thing to waste '88 on gates, snatch initial name plates Smokin' spliffs with niggas, real-life beginner killers Praying God forgive us for being sinners, help us out [Chorus: 112] Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] After realizin', to master enterprisin' I ain't have to be in school by ten I then began to encounter with my counterparts On how to burn the block apart Break it down into sections, drugs by the selections Some use pipes, others use injections Syringe sold separately, Frank the Deputy Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing To protect my position, my corner, my lair While we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer: "If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand" Put money in my mom's hand Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it And live the phrase "Sky's the limit" Motherfuckers, see you chumps on top [Chorus: 112] Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One More Chance / Stay With Me (Remix)[Intro: Faith Evans] Don't go, don't go, don't go (Baby, don't go) I love you, so (One more chance) Biggie, give me one more chance (One more chance) Biggie, give me one more chance [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] First thing's first: I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get Nathan But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation Gar-bage, I turn like doorknobs Heart throb never, Black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi Girls pee-pee when they see me Navajos creep me in they teepee As I lay down laws like I lay carpet Stop it - if you think they gonna make a profit Don't see my ones, gon' see my guns—get it? Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A I don't know what the hell is stopping ya I'm clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya Once ya grin, I'm in—game begins First I talk about how I dress in this Diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses The sex is just immaculate from the back, I get Deeper and deeper, help you reach the Climax that your man can't make Call him, tell him you'll be home real late And sing the break, uh [Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.] Baby, here I am I got that good love girl, you didn't know? All, I need is one more chance! One more chance I can help you find, yourself I got that good love girl, you didn't know? 'Cause you, don't need nobody else One more chance [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] She's sick of that song on how it's so long Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans Low Down Dirty, even, like his brother Keenan Schemin', don't leave your girl around me! True playa for real, ask Puff Daddy You ringing bells with bags from Chanel Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell She beeped me meet me at twelve Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes? While I'm swimming in your women like the breast stroke Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke Death stroke, tongue all down her throat Nothing left to do but send her home to you I'm through, can you sing the song for me, boo? [Chorus: Faith Evans & (The Notorious B.I.G.)] One more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Biggie give me one more chance One more chance One more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Biggie give me one more chance One more chance [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] So what's it gonna be? Him or me? We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls The envy of all women, crushed linen Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in em The finest women I love with a passion Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin' High fashion - flying into all states Sexing me while your man masturbates Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent I'm not only a client, I'm the player President [Chorus: Faith Evans & (The Notorious B.I.G.)] One more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Biggie give me one more chance One more chance One more chance Baby, here I am Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) All, I need is one more chance! One more chanceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Me & My Bitch[Intro: Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl] Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo Yo, would you kill for me? Hmm, yeah Uh, the act of making love— (Haa) What took you so long to answer motherfucker? I don't know The fuck wrong with you, bitch? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick You look so good, huh, I suck on your daddy's dick I never felt that way in my life It didn't take long before I made you my wife Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze Comin' to the crib, even had a set a keys During the days you helped me bag up my nickels In the process, I admit, I tricked a little But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl] Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch (But you know you love that ass, don't you?) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Yeah, no question, no question) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah (Yo, let me ask you another question) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (What?) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah (You been fuckin' 'round on me?) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch (Why would I do that?) Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah (Yo, don't lie to me, motherfucker) Just me and my bitch [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh, no, that's not my steelo I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo and craps Packin' gats in a Coach bag, steamin' dime bags A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had With a bop just as strong as me Totin' guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows I see my Polos and Timbos Hide my car keys so I can't leave A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly She'll invite me, politely, to fight, G And then we lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl] Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (Nigga, nigga, if I ever) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Catch your ass fuckin' around) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (I'll cut your motherfuckin' dick off) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Haha) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (Stop playin') Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (I ain't pl— ain't— ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (Ain't no jokes) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Yo, don— don't play with my dick) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies Didn't hesitate to squeeze to get my life out of danger One day, she put 911 on the pager Had to call back, whether it's minor or major No response, the phone just rung Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem When I pulled up, police was on the scene Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes It didn't take long before the tears start I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart And I know it was meant for me I guess the niggas felt they had to kill the closest one to me And when I find 'em your life is to an end They killed my best friend, me and my bitch [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch [Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Girl] Let's get started then So when did you first start rappin'? Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18 So how did you first get started? Who influenced you? Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying? I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know I see. So where you from? BrooklynEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The What[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?" The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E... [Verse 2: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] ...T-H-O-D Man, here I am I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping Acting as if it can't happen Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something So what you want nigga? You won't nigga I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, '94 rugged-raw Kickin' down your goddamn door And it goes a little something like this [Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch [Verse 3: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed And when my MAC unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way So instead of making hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus (I got more Glocks and TECs than you) I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you) Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so [Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch [Outro: Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?) Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical) Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw) My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah) Recognize (Yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Party and Bullshit[Verse 1] I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the trey-deuce And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the Mac in my knapsack Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we wanna know is where the party at And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting Dumbing out, just me and my crew 'Cause all we wanna do is [Hook] And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit [Verse 2] Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece Sure do, two .22s in my shoes Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about Moet popping, ho hopping Ain't no stopping Big Poppa I'm a Bad Boy Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose Nigga you scared you're supposed to Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart Fuck up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks [Hook] And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit [Verse 3] Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, I think I might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun And have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out (Music stops Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo, chill, man, chill!") Can't we just all get along? So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that... [Hook] And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit [Puffy] Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to... Uptown likes to... Bad Boy likes to... Brooklyn Crew likes to... 3rd Eye likes to... Mo Bee likes to... We like to...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What’s Beef?[Produced by Carlos "6 July" Broady and Nashiem Myrick] [Intro] The Commission: Uncle Paulie P. Diddy Cease-A-Leo DeGennaro (Yeahhh) Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shady, Frankie Baby We here (Do you know what beef is?) We ain't goin' nowhere (Do you know what beef is?) Uh-uh (Ask yourself, do you know what beef is?) Uh-uh, uhh [Verse 1] Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein' Will reach the fuckin' ceiling, check— check it My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock Drop-top-notch, playa-hatin' gon' stop This instant, rappers too persistent Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street Your jewelry? You can keep it, that be our little secret See me (Uh), B that is, I that is, gee-whiz Motherfuckers still in my biz Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids Fuck 'em in their ass, throw 'em over the bridge? That's how it is, my shit is laid out (What?) Fuck that "beef" shit, that shit is played out Y'all got the gall, all I make is one phone call All y'all disappear by tomorrow All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this [Chorus] What's beef? Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it [Verse 2] I done smoked with the best of 'em (Uh-huh) Shot at the rest of 'em (Uh-huh) Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of 'em Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be Wildin' on you, just be stylin' on you (You so crazy) When I, tried to warn you but your eyes fucked up Now I cleared them shits with hits You on the fuckin' bench (Mmm) Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak MCs (Don't stop) With the supreme baller-like lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em, G Y'all niggas sound like me (Yeah) Y'all was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me It ain't hard to find me Number one with the Bui Ya Kah (Bui Ya Kah) Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no tellin' what I do to ya It's obvious the game's new to ya (New to ya) Take them ends you make (Ehehe) And spend 'em on a tutor, hah, one shot, I'm through with ya [Chorus] What's beef? Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU (I see you), one more time What's beef? (What's beef) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep (30 deep) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it (I see you) [Verse 3] There'll be nothin', there'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' (Sailin') When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin' (Bailin') All I got is heat and tough talk for you (uh-huh) Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you (Oooh) Man, listen, straight torture Look what that slick shit bought ya A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher Watch me Set It Off like Vivica Here lies your demise, close your eyes (Uh-huh) Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten Pale blue hands get cold: your soul's risen It's bad 'cause I just begun What make the shit real bad, I was havin' fun (Ahaha!) [Chorus] What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time (I see you) What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep (30 deep) Beef is when I see you (I see you) Guaranteed to be in ICU, and I'm through [Outro] (Yeah, and I'm through) Uhhh, uhhh The life after (Now ask yourself, do you really, know what beef is?) Life after (Then ask yourself) Uhh (Do you really, want beef?) Life after... (Ahahaha! Yeah, I like that) (Big Nash, Hitmen baby, on and on and on and on) (Bad Boy) (Y'all know what it is) (Shit, I don't want no beef, ahaaa!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Got a Story to Tell[Intro] Who y'all talkin' to, man? Ugh Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggas that be fuckin' mad bitches In other niggas' cribs Thinkin' shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggas respect it—check it [Verse] I kicked flows for you, kicked down doors for you Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for you Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-mat-tac We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat "Sweetness, where you parked at?" Petiteness, but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that— I'm fuckin' with you The bitch official, though; dick harder than a missile, yo Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-O with the five in front Probably a conniving stunt Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her Find the deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga trick ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz My 112 CD blast, I was past She came twice, I came last, roll the grass She giggle, saying, "I'm smoking on homegrown" Then I heard a moan, "Honey, I'm home!" Yup, tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this Now I'm like, "Bitch, you better talk to him Before this fifth put a spark to him Fuck around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..." She beggin' me to stop, but this cat gettin' closer Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cock the toast, ugh Before my eyes could blink She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!" He go back downstairs, more time to think Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient She don't know I'm cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill, though Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope" Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Played the cut, nigga coming off some Love Potion shit Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass, screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash! A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!" Nigga pulling mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the Five, call my niggas on the cell "Bring some weed, I got a story to tell," ugh, ugh [Outro] "Yo, man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe what the fuck happened to me. 'Member that bitch I left the club with, man?" "Yeah." "Yo, stinky, yo. I'm up in this bitch crib—this bitch fuck with one of them ol' Knick-ass niggas and shit. I'm up in the spot, so, you know—" "Who, God?" "I don't know, I don't know which one of them niggas. One of them six-five niggas, I don't know." "Yeah." "Anyway, I'm up in the motherfuckin' spot. So, boom, I'm up in the pussy, whatever-whatever. I sparks up some lah, Pa Duke creeps up in on some..." "Get the fuck out!" "Must have been rained out or something, because he's in the spot." "Get the fuck out of here! Oh, shit!" "Had me scared, had me scared to death! I was shook, Daddy. But I forget I had my Roscoe on me." "Ah, yeah, I know you had the heat!" "Always." "Hahahaha." "You know how we do. So anyway, the nigga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps. The bitch all shook—she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit." "Ooh, shit!" "She gettin' mad nervous. But I said, 'Fuck that man! I'm the nigga!'" "I know you was finna clap 'em." Yeah, nigga. You know how we do it, nigga—ransom note-style. Put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face "Aight!" "Gagged that bitch up, and played the cizzut." "Ahahaha!" "Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot, I flash the Desert in his face. He drops the glass. Looked like the nigga pissed on his damn self or somethin, word to my mother! Word to my mother, yo." "Ah, shit!" "This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers. Mad papers." "Oh, shit, what? Yo, I told you that bitch was a scheisty bitch, cuz! Word to mother, I used to fuck with her cousin, but you ain't know that!" "Hahaha." "You ain't even know that shit! Really, though." "I put all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack, and, ugh! Two words: 'I'm gone!'" "Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt... No doubt!" "Y'all niggas got some lah? Y'all got some lah?" "No doubt!" [Produced by Buckwild and Chucky Thompson]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Machine Gun Funk[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin' about the gats in ya raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin' Maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher Williams Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas actin' shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby [Chorus] "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" [Verse 2] All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin' in my business, what is this? Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now 'Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the (blue suits) I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick The funk, baby [Chorus] "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (Uh) "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" [Verse 3] So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests Fifty-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina "What's love got to do..." When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew? Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes It's type, simple and plain, to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The funk, baby [Chorus] "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ready to Die[Intro: Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker? We gonna kill your ass, kill your ass I'm ready [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material for the imperial Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q -45, Glocks and TECs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die! [Chorus] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sold I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus Getting paid is all I expected My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck? Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck Shit is real and hungry's how I feel I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal Kickin' niggas down the steps just for rep Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet The infrared's at your head real steady You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready to die Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fucking neck Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some rec Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin You better act like CeCe and keep on walkin' When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin' I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your shit splatter Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit Down your backbone to where your motherfucking'shit drip The shit I kick, ripping through the vest Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die! [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Time to go, we gon put you out your misery motherfucker Niggas definitely know what time it is (Yes, I'm ready) The Notorious one in full effect for '93 (Yes, I'm ready) Uhh, uhh Yes, I'm ready Suicidal, I'm ready! So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die [Outro: Puff Daddy] Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah) Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take 'Cause I'm ready to die (I'm ready, I'm ready) All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to (I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) Biggie Smalls the biggest man (I'm Ready) Rocking on and on in '93, Easy Mo Bee Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam I don't wanna see no crying at my funeralEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Going Back to Cali[Intro: Biggie and Diddy] [Dialing numbers] [Phone Rings] Yo! Yo Big, wake up, wake up baby Mmm, yo... Yo Big, wake yo' ass up c'mon I'm up! I'm up. I'm up , I'm up Big, wake up! I'm up Diddy, what the fuck, man? What's up? C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight Mmm, (mumbling) yeah Yo Big, Big, Big Yeah I hear you dog, I hear you, alright, 7:30 Yo take down this information Ain't no pen Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin'. Can you do that? Aight honey, yeah write this down Aight, uhm, flight five-oh-four Five-oh-four Leaving Kennedy Kennedy On the L-A-X Oh! Cali? No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper Ahh, no doubt, aight You aight? I'm up, I'm up Yo Big I'm up, man Flight five-oh-four Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport California Yeah [Phone clicks] [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, when the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you Either I'm with ya or against ya Format bent 'cha, back through that maze I sent ya Talking to the rap inventor Nigga with the game tight, fifth that flame right Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-A-Leo Getting head from some chick he know See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women and the weed, sticky green No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up Mad 'cause I got my dick sucked And my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine I'ma spell my name one more time, check it It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Stevie J)] I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] If I got to choose a coast, I got to choose the East I live out there, so don't go there But that don't mean a nigga can't rest in the West See some nice breast in the West Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggas is a mess Thinking I'm gon stop, giving L.A props All I got is beef with those that violate me I shall annihilate thee Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes Linens and things, I begin things Beeper start to flash, 818's, 213's 313's, B.I.G Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger Spend about a week on Venice Beach Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Stevie J)] I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Cali got gunplay, models on the runway Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance I be whipping on the freeway, the NYC way On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance Pass hash from left to right Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight Met a bitch at the Versace store Said she suck it 'til I ain't got no more, only in L.A Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck your man What's your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State? Almost gold, five Gs a show date Or do you wanna see about seven digits? Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Stevie J)] I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Long Kiss Goodnight[Intro: Puff Daddy & 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 [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, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Niggas Bleed[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!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)[Produced by Jiv Poss, Puff Daddy, Stevie J and DJ Enuff] [Intro: Puff Daddy] Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for you are with me Your rod and your staff, they comfort me You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin' Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, nigga deceased Muah, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin' The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin' So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino Ask Nino, he know Green with envy, the green tempts me To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty Live happily ever after in laughter Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead Three of mine dead, nothin' left to do But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed Incidents like this, I take trips Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh) Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore Told me meet 'em in the future later They'll take me shoppin', buy me lavender and fuschia Gators Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters Rich bitch shit, drinkin' Cristal 'til they piss the shit, uhh Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me Reminisce on dead friends too You're nobody 'til somebody kills you [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right) Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit You ain't worth spit, just a memory Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that) Silly cat, wore suede in the rain Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I can't recall his name (what was his name?), you mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine? A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name? Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Unbelievable[Intro] Biggie Smalls is the illest (Uh) What? Uh Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Uh Biggie Smalls, Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Uh, yeah Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Verse 1] Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Representing BK to the fullest Gats, I pull it Bastards ducking when B.I.G. be bucking Chickenheads be clucking, in my back room fucking It ain't nothing They know B.I.G. be handling With the MAC in the Ac' door paneling Bandaging MC's, oxygen, they can't breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve Wear boxers so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the Q Forty-five by my side, lyrical high And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches Get smoked like Dutches from the master Hate to blast ya but I have to You see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame And them fucking polka dots Who rock the spot? Biggie You know how the weed go, unbelievable [Chorus] It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Verse 2] B-I-G, G-I-E A-K-A., B-I-G Get it? Biggie Also known as the bon appétit Rappers can't sleep need sleeping B.I.G. keep creeping Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating Dumb rappers need teaching Lesson A: Don't fuck with B-I That's that "Oh I, thought he was wack" Oh, come, come now, why y'all so dumb now Hunt me or be hunted I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway My forte causes Caucasians to say "He sounds demented" Car weed scented, if I said it, I meant it Bite my tongue for no one Call me evil, or unbelievable [Chorus] It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Verse 3] Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus coupes Leave no witnesses, what you think this is? Ain't no amateurs here I damage and tear, MC's fear me They too near not to hear me Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream One thousand grams of uncut to the gut It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill Trying to play gorilla when you ain't no killer The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I said hi And throw down some ice for the nicest MC Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable [Chorus] It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest [Outro] It's unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest 'Believable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest 'Believable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Biggie Smalls— Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Things Done Changed[Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? (Uh) Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side (Yeah) Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side (Yeah) Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 1] Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids? Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews With the neighborhood crews hanging on the avenues Turn your pages to 1993 Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick 'Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit Totin' TECs for rep Smoking blunts in the project hallways Shooting dice all day Waitin' for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit We get hype and shit and start lightin' shit So step away with your fistfight ways Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days But you don't hear me though [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 2] No more coco-levio one, two, three One, two, three, all it is to me is a mystery I hear you motherfuckers talk about it But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it And I'm down with the shit, too For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrappin' Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens When you sleep on the street Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep And we coming to the wake To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake Back in the days our parents used to take care of us Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us Calling the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, shit done changed [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 3] If I wasn't in the rap game I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game Because the streets is a short stop Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Shit, it's hard being young from the slums Eatin' five cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from And now the shit's getting crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers Goin' out of town, blowing up Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty But I gotta go identify the body Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Outro] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fuck You Tonight[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & P. Diddy] Uh, I like that, you like that? Here's another one, and another one And another one, and another one Uh Whaat, whaat (c'mon) [Chorus: R Kelly & The Notorious B.I.G.] You must be used to me spending (uh, uh) And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight Uh, here's another one And another one Uh, uh, what [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Some say the X, make the sex spec-tacular Make me lick you from yo' neck to your back, then ya Shivering, tongue delivering Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If it's all right with you, we fucking (that's cool) Déjà vu, the blunts sparked, finger fucking in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between your legs? You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to your mother's bed Not the Marriott, we be lucky if we find a spot Next to your sister, damn I really missed the Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when your ass would wiggle Now I know you're used to suites at the Parker Meridien Trips to the Caribbean, but tonight, no ends [Chorus: R Kelly & The Notorious B.I.G.] You must be (uh) used to me spending You must be used to me (uh) And all that sweet wining and dining (what) Well, I'm fucking you tonight Here's another one (fucking you tonight) And another one (no doubt baby) And another one (fucking you) What! What! You must be used to me spending You must be! (uh, uh) And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight Here's another one (fucking you) And another one (no doubt about it babe, fucking you) Uh, uh [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Girl you look fine Like a wide face Rolex, you just shine I like that waistline Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb My style genuine, girl I love you long time I got you pinned up, with your fucking limbs up All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up Bitch keep yo' chin up, please watch me do thee Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mami I like it when you tro' it pon me No love making, strictly back breaking Cease know, all his hoes, go to my door Then they go to his flo', to fuck some more So no, caviar, Shark Bar, uh-uh Strictly sex that's sweaty and leftover spaghetti I know you used to slow CD's and Dom P's But tonight it's eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that [Chorus: R. Kelly & P. Diddy] You must be used to me spending (You must be, used to me) And all that sweet wining and dining (spending all his money baby, on you) Well, I'm fucking you tonight Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you You must be used to me spending You must be used to me And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight (fucking you tonight) Can you feel me? (make ya feel so right),'cause I can feel you (baby come to me) Can you feel me (give me what I need), R. Kelly take me to the bridge [Bridge: R. Kelly] Let's stop the bullshit, baby Let me take you to the spot, fit you hot So you wanna be with me (say what), Puff Daddy (that's right) B.I.G. (let's go), bring that ass to me [Chorus: R. Kelly & P. Diddy] You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight (Said I'm fucking you tonight) Can you feel me? (fucking you tonight) 'cause I can feel you (stroking you tonight) Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you You must be used to me spending (You must be used to me spending) And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight Fucking you baby, I'm fucking you baby (You must be!!) You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight (I'm doing it baby, I'm doing it baby, I'm doing it baby ah yeahowow) You must be used to me spending (you must be babe, used to me) And all that sweet wining and dining (spending money all of the time, on you) Well, I'm fucking you tonight No matter what you may say, babe Giving it to you, any way I possibly can You must be used to me spendin' And all that sweet wining and dining Well, I'm fucking you tonight, oohhh baby, sugar, honeyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Come On[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)] Motherfucka was amped (Uh huh) The nigga was motherfuckin hyped up (Right?) The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga And it was on from there The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him (What what did the rest of his niggas do?) Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything Them niggas was packin burners Them niggas was ready to fight (Oh shit) Whatever we had to do holmes (Uh huh) Niggas was on the real flipmo' holmes (Uh huh) It was just comin out like a motherfucker (Right) The nigga amped be like come on COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!! [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 1: Sadat X] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays Off the forehead, everything is real Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat? Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm A strange form, something kind of lyrical Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual Well, in God we trust, guns I bust Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping And, uh, do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that I bring? Make an MC wanna sing for a living Take the beatdown we fucking giving C'mon, motherfucker! [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 3: Sadat X] What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts The Big City, it don't spare no bodies Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock I'ma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit" Life is real, so Biggie take the steel [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper Signing off is the hardcore rap singer AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Respect[Intro: Diana King & The Notorious B.I.G.] No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up) Cuh dis ah '94 when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah Watch this, lawd [Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 1970 something, nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck? I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit New York, New York, ready for the likes of this Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, that's when my mama water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy" [Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream I mean, I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night Keep ducking cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizing I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas living street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping If I'm dipping on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC Respect to the macks in the Ac's To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps [Chorus: Diana King] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend [Post-Chorus: Diana King] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja Have mercy! The gunman in all de party And everybody feel irie And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me Have mercy The wul ah we in ah de party And everybody look irie Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy Do it [Outro: Diana King] No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self Cuh we nuh watch nuh this girl seen? The hardcore thing we ah deal with Oh yes, we are the best No other guy can test [Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans] Shit, Mami, damn, why you actin like that, man? 'Cause I don't be doin' this I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin' It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying But you know I don't do this I don't even know how to do this I'm just sayin', jus— just a little peck Mami, for daddy Just a little peck Like that? That's what I'm sayin', yeah You know I don't be doin' this though You know that Whatever bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just Playing (Dreams)[Verse 1] As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh, Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell Jasmine Guy was fly, Mariah Carey's kinda scary Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary? Them jeans, they fitting like a glove I had a crush on you since Real Love, huh Hold your horses I'ma show you who the boss of intercourse is Sex, I'm taking no losses Even groups like SWV and TLC can't see B.I.G. with telepathy The recipe, a pinch of hardcore with a gun Pimpin' ain't easy, but it sure is fun When I bust my nuts I bust 'em one by one So what's the 4-1-1, hun? [Chorus] Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin') Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin') [Verse 2] I'll put Chanté Moore pussy in stitches I'll fuck RuPaul before I fuck them ugly-ass Xscape bitches You can 76 the 69, try 68 Make Raven-Symoné call date rape Only 'cause I'm paid, I'm fucking all of Jade And my DJ Zhané, she likes it when they say "Everybody move your body" Got Whitney Houston boosting from Bobby As I bust the cherry of Monica and Terry Back shots to Chaka, I know that pussy hairy Sade, ooh, I know that pussy tight Smack Tina Turner give her flashbacks of Ike Smoke a stoge, fuckin' En Vogue because it's four of them Jimmy hats for Patra, I'm using all of them (What about Toni Braxton?) If that bitch give me action, guaranteed satisfaction [Chorus] Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin') Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') [Outro] You know what I'm sayin', Tim, man? I ain't tryna diss the honeys You know what I'm sayin'? (I'm just playin', I'm sayin') I just be buggin', you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't tryna disrespect nobody, you know? I'm just buggin' out, you know? (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') You know the flavor of the Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Know what I'm sayin'? Buttnaked Tim Dawg in the motherfuckin' house I'm just playin' (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') We're just havin' a little fun Ain't no harm done, B (I'm just playin', I'm sayin') But I would hit all of y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Somebody’s Gotta Die[Verse 1] Ah, ah! I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops!) I'm interrupted by a doorbell 3:52 - who the hell is this? I gets up quick, cocks my shit Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin' It's a face that I seen before My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor Check it! I look deeper; I see blood up on his sneakers And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth So I dip Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'? He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon I opens up the door, pitiful: "Is he in critical?" Retaliation for this one won't be minimal 'Cause I'm a criminal Way before the rap shit Bust the gat shit; Puff won't even know what happened If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi Stash in the hooptie, my alibi: any cutie With a booty that done fuck Big Pop Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock [Chorus] Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch [Verse 2] Uhh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin' "Some kid named Jason In a Honda station wagon Was braggin', about how much loot and crack he stackin' Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you" "True indeed" "But yo, nigga, let me proceed Don't fill them clips too high Give them bullets room to breathe Damn, where was I? Yeah Went outta town, blew the fuck up D-Roc went home And Jay got stuck the fuck up Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian white Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife) He figured Rock set 'em up, no question Wet 'em up no less Than 50 shots in his direction" (uhh) "How many shots?" "Man, nigga, I seen mad holes" "What kinda gats?" "Hitchlinks, Kochs, and Calicos" But fuck that I know where all them niggas rest at In the buildin' hustlin' And they don't be strapped Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin' Find a bag to put the guns in And c'mon if you're comin' [Chorus] Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch [Verse 3] Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's gon' go down? Lay these niggas low-down "Slow down, ah, fuck all that plannin' shit Run up in they cribs and make the cats abandon ship!" See niggas like you do ten-year bids Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids Not I One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips I can't wait to fill my clip in his hips "Pass the chocolate, Thai!" Sing ain't lie There's Jason with his back to me Talkin' to his faculty I start to get a funny feeling Put the mask on in case this nigga start squealin' Scream his name out: ("Ay yo, playboy!") Squeezed six, nothin' shorter Nigga turned around holdin' his daughterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nasty Girl[Intro: Jazze Pha & The Notorious B.I.G.] The Biggie Duets! (Uhh!) Jazzy Fizzle, Jagged Edge (Biggie Smalls) Ladies and gentlemen! [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] I go on and on and on and Don't take 'em to the crib unless they bonin Easy, call 'em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay dressed to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo' Except how I'm gettin home tomorrow Cease will drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Griffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she ain't tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, "You know what you do to me" She starts off, "Well I don't usually" Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South (Ooow) I threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I don't stop until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked - it all work [Hook: Jagged Edge & Jazze Pha] Gotta love my lil' nasty girl Know I love my lil' nasty girl I love my lil' nasty girl (Ladies and gentleman!) All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil' nasty girl All my women from around the world I love my lil' nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G [Verse 2: Diddy] (You know I like nasty girls...) I need you to dance, I need you to strip I need you to shake your lil' ass and hips I need you to grind like you workin' for tips And gimme what I need while we listen to Prince Cause miss you ain't seen the world yet, rocked La Perla yet Rocked them pearl sets, flew in a pearl jet My style make a low profile girl smile Blow a chick back like I blow through a trial (take that) And now you and me can drink some Hennessy Then we get it on, mad women wantin' to bone Sean Combs Sippin' on Patron, speedin' be leanin', got 'em fiendin' Then when I did it to you throw it right back (right back) And tell me "Yeah Diddy I like it like that" (like that) Lift your shirt, you know how I flirt Heels & skirt, let's take it off, now let's work (let's work!) [Hook: Jagged Edge] Gotta love my lil' nasty girl (So nasty) Know I love my lil' nasty girl (Gotta love 'em) I love my lil' nasty girl ('Cause I do) All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil' nasty girl All my women from around the world I love my lil' nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G [Bridge: Jagged Edge] J-E & B-I-G (what! what!) Got the keys from Diddy (uh! uh!) We're a Man lookin' no stress Meet us upstairs in ya best, yes! Dress to impress, spark this bitch's interest Jazzy on the beat so sweet Ladies if ya feel me grab ya titties for B-I-G [Verse 3: Nelly & Avery Storm] Okay ma, what's ya preference? (Whats ya preference?) Nice and slow or fast and reckless (Fast and reckless) Pull your hair girl, bite cha necklace! (Oh, yeah) Lemme show you what a nigga from the Lou' is blessed with (hey!) I make ya sprang a leak When I'm done flip the mattress change the sheets (gotta change 'em) I'm like the radical one I vibrate a lil' more than your mechanical one From yo' titties to ya thong Either way mama I'mma make you do what it do Girl I'm about to make you cum Guaranteed when you fuckin wit me, girl 'Cause I'll go on and on and on On and on and on (You hear me? Oh!) On and on Ladies if you feel me, grab them thangs for Biggie [Hook: Jagged Edge & Jazze Pha] Gotta love my lil' nasty girl Know I love my lil' nasty girl I love my lil' nasty girl (You gotta love it, baby!) All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil' nasty girl All the women from around the world I love my lil' nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G Gotta love my lil' nasty girl Know I love my lil' nasty girl I love my lil' nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil' nasty girl All the women from around the world I love my lil' nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G [Outro: Jazze Pha] Ladies & gentlemen you are now in tune into the very best Jazzy Fizzle... Nelly man, Jagged Edge The Notorious... NOTORIOUS! B-I-G THE BIGGIE DUETS! NOTORIOUS! BAD BOY! SHO NUFF SHO NUFF! NOTORIOUS! NOTORIOUS! Ladies & Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen... LET'S GO! LET'S GO! LET'S GO! LET'S GO! hey hey hey heyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Love the Dough[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 on 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, heyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hold Ya Head[Hook: Bob Marley] Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion [Hook - Bob Marley] Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head The stress is buildin' up, I can't I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me Naw you wouldn't understand You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [Hook - Bob Marley] Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Downfall[Intro] *Phone rings* Yo...hello? Faith?! *Click* *Phone rings* Yo Kill you, motherfucker Hello? Kill you, motherfucker Word? I'm gonna get you, motherfucker You better watch your motherfuckin' back That's my word nigga Get the fuck outta here Better watch your motherfuckin' back Watch my back? Word? I'm gonna get Biggie, I'm gonna kill Biggie You soft duke, you soft Fuck all you niggas, you all ain't SHIT Watch your motherfuckin' back Eat a dick *Click* [Interlude: Puff Daddy] Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers! If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker! See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down! Motherfuckers don't even know you, and they don't like you [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set off Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off (uhh) 'Cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man You wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Givin' cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray, they pray) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin' Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team and Be more gone than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places, new faces Fuck the screw faces, 'cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what) Some old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers (what) Specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers Who ya trustin', shit When Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin' Killin' ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks 'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall, fall [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)] We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds Niggas want my team to stop shinin' Pray my fame start declinin' Whinin' like girlies (stop whinin' you bitches) We been around the world twice, all we got is mo' ice And mo' nice, sacrifice your heart Lexus with the automatic start (what) Fifty shots'll tear your club apart Eatin' shrimp À la carte, with some bitches from Brussels Eatin' clams and mussels Uhh, octopus, pretty face no waist I just want the bush, so I can mack it Give her a package to push, 'cause I work them hoes Pendejos I show you how to play them hoes Can you just visualize it? Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet So I can sleep safe, not too many keep a mil' in the briefcase Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall, fall [Interlude: Puff Daddy] See, y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity What y'all niggas need to get through your motherfuckin' heads Is that, y'all fuckin' with some niggas that's on a higher Motherfuckin' level -- we don't give a fuck About what you think about us how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep doing our motherfuckin' thing From now 'til the year three thousand bitches! You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat Without thinkin' about us! And without thinkin' about us on your mind We gon' haunt your asses MOTHERFUCKERS! [Chorus: DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray) To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray) Pray and pray for my downfall, fall (They pray, they pray, they pray, they pray) (They pray, they pray)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Notorious B.I.G.[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, check it, Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital (No-no-notorious) Man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez And go take about like twenty G's from Gino (No-no-notorious) Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) (No-no-notorious) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy Big, c'mon) [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath (Notorious) Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it goes [Hook: Puff Daddy] NOTORIOUS! C'mon.. we are, we are NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is.. he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] This for my niggas slingin thangs, had my ring encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win And the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggas to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut (come on) That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal (No-no-notorious) Niggas talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Joneses, niggas tryin to keep up with the Combses [Hook: Puff Daddy] NOTORIOUS! C'mon y'all.. NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. (what's his name) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M (Notorious) That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone (Notorious) Things done changed, but we continue to reign As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position (Notorious) Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dances See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor! (Notorious) [Outro: Puff Daddy] She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah NOTORIOUS! NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Bad Boy 2000 NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..) And he won't stop NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! Cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh We are, we are.. (Brooklyn baby) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Want That Old Thing Back[Intro: Puff Daddy] Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls Listen... [Pre-Chorus: Ralph Tresvant] Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I'm in thirteens, know what I mean I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby, I drop these Boricua mommies screamin' "Ay papi!" I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck tae kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo' For niggas gettin' mad cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G ya see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Gettin' Physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back [Chorus: Ralph Tresvant] What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldn't start [Verse 2: Ja Rule] Bitches screamin' they want that old thing back Like B I Double G I E With some new R-U-L-E Notorious known for bustin' in ya E-Y-E, baby baby! Bitches know they love to hate me I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe How close we came to coming together is crazy How come you and your sis make similar faces When I come you be cryin' like I'm killin' ya bitches Knows when picture in the camera rollin Cause I only be knowin' how the shit's unfolded Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded Got a reload, like every so often You sayin' I got my swagger back I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left It's so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back Shit... [Chorus: Ralph Tresvant] What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldn't start [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me She mad because what we had didn't last I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past let's dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot But lickin' clits had to stop Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow, really though I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex gettin' rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I don't chase em, I replace em And if I'm caressin' em, I'm undressin' em Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York Fulfillin' fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick And when I'm done I got to split shit Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin' for an intermission Fuck the kissin', lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin' They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden [Chorus: Ralph Tresvant] What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldn't start [Puff Daddy: Outro] Biggie Smalls P. Diddy y'all Bad Boy for life Once again going to the top babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Miss U[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Lil Cease)] Fam, you know what I'm sayin? (No doubt, man) The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin' mad ‘Cause, you know, that was my nigga, you know And like, I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit (yeah) I knew the shit was 'bout to go down And my man was like hyping me 'Bout everywhere we go, me and O (pluggin' it) Me and O be together, and the nigga be like "Watch, I'm telling you when my man get on, it's gonna be some shit, we ain't gonna have to sell this shit no mo' I'm telling you" (aight?) And the nigga just got moked out like that, man (tch) That shit fucked me up, man (That shit fucked a whole lot of niggas up, man) Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too (say word) That was my motherfuckin' heart [Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, dedicating this to my nigga O We miss you, nigga Going out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin' blunts to all you niggas; word up [Bridge: 112] Each and every day Daydreams of how we used to be See your family And that baby's lookin' just like you Why'd you go away? I've been missin' you lately Tell me what you're going through, oh yeah [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh I remember sellin' three bricks of straight flour Got my man a beat down to the third power He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour Got some fishscale, reigned on competition like a shower Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin In '88, when Kane ruled with "Half Steppin'" A .38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon We was kings 'til the D's crept in And now I'm missin' him [Chorus: 112] Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you) Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why why why [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies We rocked flattops, our girls rocked doobies Made a killin', even though the D's knew me Eventually, you know they try to do me Fuck it! Fed up, my nigga wanted to take it down South Sick of cops coming, sick of throwing jacks in his mouth Gave him half my paper, told 'em "Go that route!" Few months, he got his brain blown out, now I'm stressed His baby's mother, she trippin', blamin' me And his older brothers understand the game it be Kinda topsy-turvy; you win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother, they mother lost a son Fuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in N.Y.? I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried I, look in the sky and ask God why Can't look his baby girls in the eye Damn, I'm missin' him [Chorus: 112] Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (Tell me, tell me why) Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why (Tell me, tell me why) why why [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] There was this girl around the way that made cats drool Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool People swore we was fuckin', but we was just cool She used to hang while I slang my joints after school She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her Then she started messin' with some major players Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers A dread kid, had a baby 'fore that bitch Taya Found out her baby's father cheating Now Drew, she gotta slay her One night, across from the corner store Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door The dude lived – what my baby had to die for? I'm missin' her [Chorus: 112] Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (Tell me, tell me why, ooh) Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why why why (oh God tell me why) Ooh, I'm missin' you (tell me, tell me why) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (ooh ooh) Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you) Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why why why Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin' youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Friend of Mine[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] No, fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes All my niggas know Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don, you know how we play Fuckin' scandalous-ass bitches You know how it go, Gooch I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch Next thing you know, you fuckin' a bitch You just pass around shit, pass the shit like a cold and shit Fuck 'em [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim] Now when I'm fucking off gin I'm invincible Don't love no ho, that's my principle 'Cause, uh, bitches come (And uh) bitches go (Uh) That's why I get my nut and I be out the fucking door (You know) They might be the one to set me up Want to get they little brother to wet me up That's why I tote TECs and stuff, to get them off my case Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus And when I see the semen I'm leaving Bitches be scheming, I kid you not That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked One ho said, Big, why you so hard on us? Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous? Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch 'Cause when I like you, then you go and fuck my friend, bitch And you know that ain't right [Chorus] You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim] You see, I don't sweat these hoes I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds Bitches just like to play the merry-go Yeah we know, drop the scenario It was me, Dee, the MPV The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit Light the blunt clip and recognize a pimp Needless to speak, the G's obsolete Don't sleep, banged the skins in a week On the creep up the avenue I seen her on the block, who she rapping to? That's my nigga Dee, damn he got G Now she fucking him and fucking me, see You know that ain't right [Chorus] You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine, uh [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Now I play her far like a moon play a star She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star I be cruising up the block, I be passing her Pimping hard with a female passenger And the only time I call her to hang Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gangbang She should have used her intuition Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm fucking her sister A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh But she started that fucking family She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? (True) Plus your sister look better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you So break the fuck out like a rash I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass [Chorus] You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The World Is Filled...[Chorus: Carl Thomas] The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see? I'm just tryin' to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash When I score with a whore, she be game for sure Pimp so hard a nigga drag his mink on the floor Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk because I live it Any chick fuckin' with me, believe me, that's a privilege I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it See, you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it And Big be that nigga, we be flyin' through your hood And hood rats scopin' with their eyes on my goods See, we date 'em like we hate 'em, see 'em like we don't need 'em Treat 'em like we beat 'em, and never give up freedom And we only give our number to selected few And it's best that you never knew what good head'll do Turn a freak to a bisexual And if she's flexible, fuck the nigga next to you [Chorus: Carl Thomas] The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see? I'm just tryin' to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh, uhh "When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin' Will I fuck him? Will I diss him?", that's what these hoes yellin' I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all still chase 'em, I'll replace 'em Drunk off Dom, silk and gators Spittin' words, make a bird tell they flock see you later Whether, drunk or high, skunk or Thai Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon' fly Ain't gon' lie, pimped out her SSI Nigga don't ask why, just respect it She bought me the necklace, the bracelet The Benz-o - she laced it Crib-o, got it, interior decorated Now my popularity grew in each state Now I got 2 in each state Used to drink brew and eat steak Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates, shit [Chorus: Carl Thomas] The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see? I'm just tryin' to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse 3: Too Short] I had a whole lot of bitches in my lifetime I been blessed with the game, always say the right lines Had a few prostitutes, and if you knew the truth They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you! She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch, man She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin' a rich man Now here you come, drop top ridin' You ain't no pimp, fake nigga, stop lyin' Pussy makes money, stick to the business Think about the real motherfuckers that lived it Street life, pimp shit, make the ho respect the game You bought her diamonds and cars, trick, that's a shame Say what you want, but I still figure She left you 'cause you couldn't be like them real niggas She was a hustler by nature and you was just faker Than the average simps, found a badder pimp [Outro: Too Short] Crazy ass man I never would have bought that bitch all them cars And all that shit you bought that hoe, man After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe! Man I'm 30 years old, nigga And that bitch was hoein' when I was in 9th grade and shit Think about that: she been around then right? Shit, you just a rest haven for hoes, man Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen Bitch only fuckin' with you cause you had a good ass job, nigga Nerd...treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her Stupid ass nigga, she ain't nothin' but a hoe! Bet you fell in love with her man! You can't turn a hoe into a housewife, fool Every time you turn your back, that bitch is fuckin' with them gangstas Eastside, Westside - these are my partners Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout nigga I tell you about some real pimps and hoes Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man Yeah I know a few, shit Beyotch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fuck Me (Interlude)(Jodeci song playing in the background and sound of Biggie and Lil Kim having sex on a bed.) [Lil Kim] Uuh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken eatin' Ohhh, ooohhh, yeah You mothafuckin' gangsta killin', mutha fuckin black mafia ass Muthafuckin, you, ohhhhh my god You chronic smokin', Oreo cookie eatin', pickle juice drinkin' Chicken gristle eatin', biscuit suckin', MUTHAfucka V8 juice drinkin', slim fast, blendin' black greasy muthafucka OOOHHHHH [Biggie] What's my name? [Lil Kim] Biggie! [Biggie] What's my name? [Lil Kim] Biggie! Oh yeah (Sound of Biggie and Lil Kim falling off the bed) [Biggie] I'm sorry [Lil Kim] Ahhhh.... [Biggie] Oh shit. Damn [Lil Kim] (laughing) Jenny Craig eatin' muthafucka [Biggie] (laughing) Fuck you bitch...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Spit Your Game[Intro] Notorious Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat (Uuuuuu) (Swizzie!, Swizzie!) Spit your game, talk your shit(Y'all ready?) Grab your gat Call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Call your clique (Where Brooklyn at? Hey, King of New York B.I.G., Twista, Bone) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. & Swizz Beatz] Spit your game, talk your shit, Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins We just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you Been in this shit since '92 Look at all the bullshit I been through Sure caught beef with you know who Fucked a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit Not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick, cause Me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight or run? [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. & Swizz Beatz] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) [Verse 2: Twista and Swizz Beatz] (Ladies and gentlemen, Twista) Making money, living marvelous In God we trust Don't too many niggas wanna start with us Got big guns in the cars with us Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us They really wanna show you what a G.I.B I'd rather be sipping Remy in V.I.P We can hear the music and that'll be by me Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G (Uuuuu) Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checking out the flow You know it's gon' reign with persistence Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence Let's get it cracking, I love to bust flows Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago Calico's bumping, I love to bust dough (Jeeesus) You think you could spit on the mic like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I Shit, it's real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga, Huuuu Cause the shit it get deep So I carry big heat Screaming "come and get me" Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie) Free mils, I love to make one All these cars, I love to ride one All these hoes, I love to cut one A tribute to Big, I love to bust one [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. & Swizz Beatz] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone and (Swizz Beatz)] (Them Bone boys is back! Them Bone boys is back! Let's go) In the middle of it I'mma Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamas Nigga wanna battle I'mma bomb ya One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas Like terracotta, niggas always ready for the war But they really don't wanna see a nigga though We can get em in a minute then we finish with the venom of the rhythm of a nigga with a sick-o-flow Doing it with Swizz, oh no! You niggas is in some trouble Somebody better call po-po, it's gonna be murder when I get to serving them verbally (Yeah!) Nigga y'all heard of me Wig splitter, killer nigga, word to me And I'm classic like Bird and Magic with a tactic to snatch his rep back and stack some platinum Dumping on them at random With the bullets I brand them Fitting to hold the game ransom, running up in your mansion, cash demanding, flashing cannons (Let's go) Niggas ain't ready for this one cause (C'mon) I'm on a mission to get even better believe it I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason (C'mon, B.I.G.!) [Hook] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks (come on) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I gotsta light one (come on) Squeeze your clip Hit the right one (come on) Pass that weed I got to light one (Uuuuuu) [Outro: Swizz Beatz and (Krayzie Bone)] (Notorious! Notourious!) You just heard the sounds of the King of New York B.I.G. (B.I.G.) There's only one crownEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Another[Intro: Big, Lil' Kim] Yeah, fuck you Fuck you too Fuck you bitch Fuck you motherfucker You ain't shit anyway, fuck you You ain't shit, you fat motherfucker Yeah, whatever whatever Whatever You wasn't sayin' that when you was suckin' my dick You wasn't sayin that when you was eatin' my pussy You nasty bitch You a nasty motherfucker Check it, uhh (Crab ass nigga) [Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh-huh, uhh, uhh I know he don't treat you like I treat you Time to explain your game is see-through Sex is lethal, I ain't gon' lie Means to get ya back, I ain't gon' try Like this y'all, my girl sucked another nigga dick, y'all Light skinned with the chromed out six, y'all Thought they was creepin', took trips to V-A every third weekend While you was sleepin', he hit you on the box Sixty-nine code non-stop Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not You knew too much, the relationship grew too much You knew about the crack vials, means to be trial Where I hid dough under the bathroom tile Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightenin' Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rothstein Guess you Ginger, huh, go figure Never thought you could be a gold-digger Take my dough and spend with the next nigga Asked my man Jigga, my ace boon coon Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon Now I'm like Brandy, Sittin' in My Room Pissy drunk listenin' to Stylistics tunes Or the O'Jays, thinkin' 'bout the old days My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play Baller, when she beep you, don't call her Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula She was askin' 'bout ya whereabouts Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight We'll be all fuckin' tonight, knahmean?! (I'm fuckin' you toniiight..) feel me? Uhh [Refrain 2: Lil' Kim] What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Mmm, uhhh, uhhh! 'Member when you said you would die for me, shit All of that was just lies to me Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me Now you cry for me, like Jodeci It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all Black nasty and mad fat y'all; shoulda seen the ho Nigga pack your shit, you out the do', ohh What about the fight in The Mirage? I seen ya Benz parked outside my sister's garage Said it was your friend Rog, bullshit I ain't gonna keep puttin' up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches Q.B. hang like plaques on the wall in your pictures Scale them fishes, my love is concrete Stashin' your heat in the passenger seat of the Nautica Jeep We've been down for so long Still a bitch like me tryin' to hold on Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin' Girls steady screamin', "Kim you need to leave him!" When I testified in court Couldn't think straight thinkin' 'bout the bitches I fought Over you, nigga have the shit you bought And fuck you, movin' is my last resort You see, nine outta ten niggas ain't shit One outta five niggas suck a dick You're mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me Shoulda kept the freak bitch off my canapé Now you see, ain't no pussy warm as mine Long as mine, ain't no love as strong as this When I sucked your dick, it's like smokin' a roach Uhh, why go from first class to coach [Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life [Refrain 2: Lil' Kim] What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life [Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life [Refrain 2: Lil' Kim] What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Last Day[Chorus: Jadakiss] Can I live 'til my last day? Hittin' honies that be na-sty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin', eatin', the whole situation When we do our shit we do our shit for real While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit Rock top shit you know how The LOX get Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit LOX and B-I, hold our grica down for years Gang not, but we been had our black tears Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got Underground, all above must get shot You couldn't book me Dano, Sheek Luciano put the burners To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all [Verse 2: Jadakiss] You already know what it's about when I run up in your house Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they ain't heard from him since You know about life after kickin' the kid in Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams Scri-dam, the flow is forbidden Either you ridin' or you dyin' 'cause we swingin' iron LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa Who gon' stop us? Your last joint double copper You gettin' money or your runnin' from the Feds Ain't nothin' over here but 16 with one in the head And I solemnly swear That all y'all niggas out there got a problem this year [Chorus: Jadakiss] Can I live 'til my last day? Hittin' honies that be na-sty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Can I live 'til my last day? Hittin' honies that be na-sty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me [Verse 3: Styles P] Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down The flow like water get deep and you drown With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal Even the small gun got a little black hole Your destiny is something you can never figure out Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain? Live with it got money you better give with it My man had the thug in him did his bid with it Get married to the game but never have a kid with it Advice from the wise, slice the pies Too many schemes devised when dreams collide Teams provide war for the street to absorb You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor Only a blind thug'll fall in love with a whore [Break: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh, uhh [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] Who the fuck wanna squeeze? My Desert E's make MC's freeze You wakin' up in cold sweats, they just dreams You still apologizin' Analyzin', my size and your size and Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine You just pop wines, I must pop nines Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up We can hook up, all I see is the future Disrespect, I shoot ya By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak Die for a dollar, nigga, life ain't sweet Play for keeps, wet shirts with experts on the creep Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy Fuck around and get an ulcer, loose your pulse or Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung For them homos, still doin' promos Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo Got shine to glow mo' Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo' [Chorus: Jadakiss] Can I live 'til my last day? Hittin' honies that be na-sty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Can I live 'til my last day? Hittin' honies that be na-sty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Can I live 'til my last day? Hittin' honies that be na-sty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nasty Boy[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, word I remember I met this one bitch 'Cause you know me, I don't see— I'm the nasty motherfucker I just thought— I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeah?) I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot or whatever The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so She tell me whatever, she wanna get her freak on or whatever So I'm like "What's up? What'chu wanna do?" Know what I'm sayin', I'm read to wear it out or whatever (ksss) The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her (hahaha) Ya know, shit, I was like, "Whatchu mean shit?" I mean I might shit on you, after I hit it I won't call you no more Shit on you like that (hahaha) She talkin about no she want me to cock over her And shit, on her stomach! (hehehe) I said bitch what the, what the fuck?? What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on her I'm s'posed to hit that after that? She's just wilding out, so after I shits on the bitch right (hahaha) Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever (Ohh shit) [Intro: Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on [Break: Notorious B.I.G] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Representin' on the freaky freaky Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night We don't love these hoes [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I go on and on and on and Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin' Easy, call 'em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay, dressed to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo' Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Riffin', she got to be to work by eight This must mean she ain't tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, "You know what you do to me" She starts off, "Well I don't usually" Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South Threw that back out, in the parkin' lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I don't stop, until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work [Chorus: Kelly Price] You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I remember we went to Tennessee Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named Simone Screamin, she fiendin' for the semen Me bein' the man that I am Took it to her condo pronto Half Indian, I called her Tonto Roll the chron' chron' in the dark pronto Few puffs, eyes got low And off to the bedroom we go Sex is drama, head is trauma Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow Satisfyin' all my needs twice With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What? [Chorus: Kelly Price] You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat Keep a gat 'cause cats try fi test me They just fans like De Niro, Wesley Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on Gardeur jeans look like they painted on Ask thee, leave it up to me Lay her on back ever so gently She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up Cristal 'til she throw up, bitch grow up Hold up, there's DeGenero Dripped out, Iceberg apparel Intro goes without speaking Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin' All weekend, so, roll in Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uhh [Chorus: Kelly Price] You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nastyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Booty Hoes[Intro: Too $hort] Beeotch! Talk about these hoes Big.. [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up Ain't that a slut (HELL YEA) she even take it in the butt Fuck for bout a hour, now she want a golden shower You didn't know that we be pissin on hoes, bitch (BEOTCH) Luke and Biggie straight shittin on hoes, bitch (BEOTCH) Lick your toes, bitch? (BEOTCH) Fuck no, you must be crazy Squirt in your face and then I'm Swayze (bitch) Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya After Big Poppa, fuck ALL of Junior M.A.F.I.A The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way With the flyest bitch gettin head on the highway (ridin) My way deep throat on Luke's boat When the moon rises, I'm cumin in her eyes-es (do it) Just the way players play Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day (yeah) Sucked all day, smokin blunts, countin cheese Fucking bitches til they assholes bleed What you say ba-by [Hook: Too $hort & Biggie] All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, here's another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes (Don't take em to the crib unless they bonin) [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh.. uhh.. Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to barmitzvah's The dick don’t fit, use your lips cause.. (use em) I'm feelin kinda itchy for a quickie Don't take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me Me eat you, I beat you, then greet you to the door bitch Cause I don't love you no more Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me? You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby In the duke shoot, then the bitch get the boot Unless she lick ass and blow dicks like flutes I like em cute, round tits and fat asses Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night The bitch drink nuts by the pint [Pre-Hook: Too $hort] Drink it bitch! All of these hoes do that shit [Hook: Too $hort & Biggie] All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, here's another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes (Don't take em to the crib unless they bonin) [Verse 3: Too $hort] It's after midnight, it's time to come up Fuckin with some sluts tryin to bust a nut I ain't seen this many hoes in a long time I wanna make em all mine (get down ho) But it's gettin kinda late, and I cain't wait Bitch fuck a first date I pulled out my dick, she called me rude.. .. but then she ate it like food (tramp) Then she noticed the limp and the whip Recognize game, you've been pimped by a pimp Throw all that trick shit, out the window You come up short tryin to doubt the pimp ho Too $hort baby, straight from Oakland Ho money is my fix and I can't be broken Freak bitches all on my dick We on some Brooklyn - Oakland, California shit (beotch!) [Hook: Too $hort & Biggie] All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, here's another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes (Don't take em to the crib unless they bonin) [Outro: Too $hort] You knew I was a dog when you met me bitch (BITCH) Ha ha, fo' sho' (YEAHH) Tell you anything you wanna hear right about now To the spot, that's where we goin baby See we goin to the spot Do our thang like we always do You ain't know?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro[Skit: Puff Daddy] Push C'mon, shorty, stay push, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, push it's almost there One more time, c'mon C'mon, push, baby, one more time Harder, harder, push it harder Push, push, c'mon One more time, here it goes I see the head! Yeah, c'mon! Yeah! Yeah! You did it, baby, yeah! [Interlude] But if you lose, don't ask no questions why The only game you know is do or die Ah-ha-ha Hard to understand what a hell of a man... Hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop and you don't stop Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang The boogie to the boogie that be Now, what you hear is not a test... [Skit: 'Prince' Charles Alexander] God damn it, Voletta, what the fuck are you doin'? You can't control that God damn boy? What? I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting What the fuck are you doin'? (Get your black ass the fuck off!) You can't control that God— I don't know what the fuck to do with that boy What the fuck do you want me to do? If— if you can't con— fucking control him I'ma send him— (All you fucking do is bitch all day, motherfucker) I'ma send him— Bitch, bitch, I— I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a group home God damn it, what? I'll smack the shit outta you, bitch! (Kick my black ass, motherfucker!) What the fuck? Yo— You— You are fucking up (Comin' in here, smellin' like sour socks, you dumb motherfucker) I'ma fuck you up [Interlude] When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee Suckers that's down with nei— [Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Accomplice] What, nigga, you wanna rob them motherfuckin' trains, you crazy? Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin' right, nigga, yes Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get— Nigga, it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke? Yeah, nigga, but, but, nigga— Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker? We need to get some motherfuckin' paper, nigga Yeah, but nigga, it's a train, ain't nobody robbed no motherfucking train Just listen, man, your mother giving you money, nigga? My moms don't give me shit, nigga It's time to get paid, nigga Is you with me? Motherfucker, is you with me? Yeah, I'm with you, nigga, c'mon Alright then, nigga, let's make it happen then All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin' floor! Get on the motherfucking floor! Give me all your motherfucking money (And don't move, nigga!) I want the fuckin' jewelry, give me every-fuckin'-thing Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out! (Gimme your fuckin' money, motherfucker!) Nigga, give me your jewelry, empty your pockets (Fuck you, bitch) Get up off that shit What the fuck you holding on to that shit for, bitch? [Interlude] I get money, money I got Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot [Instrumental] [Part 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Guard] Open C-74, Smalls Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door So how does it feel leaving us? C'mon man, what kind of fucking question is that man? Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog Yeah, yeah, you'll be back You niggers always are Go ahead man, what the fuck is you hollering about? You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more We'll see I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rap Phenomenon[Intro] "Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.." "Meth-Tical.." "Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm) [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.. Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented But they wasn't, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesn't Ran up in your shell about a dozen, you never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high [Verse 2: Redman] Yo.. yo yo I don't brown nose out of town hoes I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here Your time is near, so get your body dropped off I stopped trusting niggas since Gotti got caught It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G & Method Man] This rule is so underrated Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem" Don't forget, "One More Chance" and my other hits, other shit Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller [Verse 4: Method Man] Now now Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket I take these adolescents back to Spofford Mentally, my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side, that's infinity Too many sick niggas, nickel nines bring the remedy When you play the field, what's the penalty? Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid Until they got love for my music Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s" This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel High bar flow-er with no equal Niggas swingin' swords in the WAR, that's my people Sho' nuff, before I roll up, this is a hold up Hands high, reach for the sky I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye New York Shitty, put they weight on it And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious, Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches And touch individual, small frame buck and change MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin' Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin' Hot — forcin' my way up in the door To kill the bullshit like a matador Keep your hands high (what?)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 1970 Somethin’[Intro: Notorious B.I.G. (Faith Evans)] 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' (Oooooh) 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' (Ooh ooh oooooh) 1970 somthin' [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G. (Faith Evans)] 1970 somethin' Nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late So I had to plan my escape, out the skins In this world, the fly girl (Yeah) Tanqueray or Hennessy until I called Earl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck (Hey yeah) I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit (Ooh) New York, New York ready for the likes of this Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st 2:19 is when my mama water burst No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical chord's wrapped around my neck (Ooh) I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy (Ooooh ooh ooh) The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy." [Hook: Faith Evans (BIG)] I remember back in time (1970 somethin', 1970 somethin') Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin' somewhere (19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin') Let me take you back in time Before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes I knew that I was goin' somewhere yeah [Verse 2: The Game (Faith Evans)] Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive? Swear to God, to reverse it, I'll give my Left Eye With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed-Stuy (Ooh) Checkin' his daughter, Tyanna into junior high (Yeah) If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive In 2006, it might sound like this NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge (Ohh ohh) High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez Puerto Ricans with fat asses (Ooh ooh) Blazed dutch masters, we dump ashes On models in S classes for you bastards (Ohh ohh) Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin' You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wrapped in plastic Tell the captain to ask Rog' What's Happenin'? I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum (Ooooh ooh ooh) [Hook: Faith Evans (BIG)] (1970 somethin', 1970 somethin') I remember back in time Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin' somewhere (19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin') Let me take you back in time [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G. (Faith Evans)] Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team (Yeah-ah) Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream (Ooh oh) I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up (Ohh) Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself (No-oo) Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself (Oooh) Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it (Oh yeah) Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary C-74, Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind a great steel gate (Oh no) Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail [Hook: Faith Evans (BIG)] I remember back in time (1970 somethin') Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin' somewhere (1970 somethin', 1970 somethin') Let me take you back in time Before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes I knew that I was goin' somewhere yeah (1970 somethin', 1970 somethin') Said I knew I (1970 somethin') And I knew that I was going somewhere yeah (Nine- teen 70 somethin') Ooooh, oooooh 1970 somethin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Playa Hater[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Good evening, and for my last hit I'd like to take you back to the classic A-hem, B.I.G. style of course, uhh [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Keanna Benson)] Playa (Hater) Turn your head 'round (Turn your head 'round) Lay on the ground, you've been robbed Wake up (Wake up) Open the door (Open the door) Lay on the floor, you've been robbed, uhh [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] You know, we need this money And you, yes baby, you, should just roll with me Let's go off, together On this robbin' spree, we'll make money, uhh [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Keanna Benson)] Playa (Hater) Turn your head 'round (Turn your head 'round) Take off that crown, you've been robbed Wake up (Wake up) Open the door (Open the door) Don't cry no more, you've been robbed [Interlude: Puff Daddy] You see, there are two kinds of people in the world today We have the playas, and we have the playa haters Please don't hate me because I'm beautiful baby [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] Hear what they talk about me But my crew so deep You can't do a damn thing, to me [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., (Keanna Benson) & Puff Daddy] Playa (Hater) Open the door (Open the door) Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Wake up (Wake up) (Wake your ass up) Take off your jewels (Take off your jewels) You fuckin fools, you've been robbed, uhh This is a robbery, nigga [Bridge: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Keanna Benson)] Playa playa (Hater) Playa playa (Hater) Playa playa (Hater) Playa playa (Hater) Playa hater (Hater) Playa hater (Hater) Playa hater (Hater) [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Uhh, thank you, thank you very much *Applause* Playa hater Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind Thank you, thank you very much Good night everybody, good night! Playa hater I love all of you, thank you thank you Thank you, thank you very much, good night! Playa hater, playa hater, oww!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Niggas[Hook] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) [Verse 1] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G's Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga's style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga want to act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out That's a real nigga for ya [Hook] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) [Verse 2] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up north, bound first stop for the town Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha [Hook] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) [Hook] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) [Verse 3] Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow The neighborhood gravedigger Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots I'd rather beat my dick than trick And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck Yes, flex after two or three Becks As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? A fly guy? Well fuck it, I'm the high guy From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing And when Jake come, I'm leaving [Hook] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) [Outro] [Operator] The hotel guest you have called is unavailable You may leave a private recorded message at the tone or press zero and a hotel operator will assist you You may start your message now, press zero to return to the attendant [Too $hort] Ayo B.I.G., what's up, man? It's $hort, man Heard you in Miami, boy, give me a call I got some, bitches, man; I got eight bitches I got some chronic, I got the keys to Luke's crib, nigga That nigga ain't gonna be here for two weeks Hit me up, dude; hit me up It's $hort, man; it's Short Holla at me, a'ightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Real Niggaz[Intro] A-yeah! Bad Boy in the house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith To my man Don Cee Shan in the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? [Verse One] Sick of mama screamin' that "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (uh-huh) Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G" Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood (uh-huh) 'Cause baby-mama screamin', "Your daughter 12 months" Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts (ugh) Hangin' with the niggas don't pay the bills And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit) Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please! Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses, we don't leave [Hook] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things, ugh! And the saga continues, uh [Interlude: Radio Skit] Radio check, back on the phones! I got a caller. Caller, your name? Yo, this is Jam Who? Jam! DJ Jam? DJ Jam! Fuck you doing on the phone? Man, you supposed to be helping me do this Biggie thing... Man, if JC can get up in here and do his, you know what I'm saying, lil' roll call, lil' thing, I know I can get up in here and introduce mine. You know what I'm saying? Aight, yo Can I run it down? Yeah, aight I'ma just let the record spin and this what I want you to play, right? Aight! You can hit me off with uh, first, with "Ready to Die." Yeah Come back with "One More Chance." Mhm Then you know you gotta hit that "The What" with the Mr. Mef, right? Yeah And then, since it is a "Everyday Struggle" out there, you can hit me with that joint, too That's right. Now bring your ass back in this room and get back on them turntables [Spoken] Yeah, Bad Boy in the house Blowing up the spot and all that And all this paper, son Keep it real, son PR in the house Nasim Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest [Verse 2] After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade Mad games: pool tables and candy (uh-huh) A little extra trickin' loot be comin' in handy Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5, bought the 6 Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set (ugh!) Nino had work all in the projects Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit No one could stop it, we was livin it up All the sexy young bitches stressin', givin' it up Same bitches suckin' dick, tryin' their best to thrill me Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me Soon as she spoke, on that note, I saw trenchcoats One had a MAC spittin', all I saw was gunsmoke The other had a shotty, I was shootin' everybody And I wasn't missin' (ugh), had to get out this position Niggas still hittin', feeling hot ones in my back Licked six shots, smoked the nigga with the MAC The nigga with the shotty still bustin', cussin' Maricóns and putas, all I'm tryin to do is shoot ya Two shots in the Ruger, booyah! Blew his ass out Then I passed out (passed out, passed out) [Hook] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things (ugh, ugh) [Break] And the saga continues Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 piece Real niggas, aight [Interlude] Yo check it Call Lil Cease, tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino Tell that motherfucker to get this nigga next door up out of here, that nigga be snoring all night, I can't sleep And call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick, ugh! [Verse 3] The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery (Ugh!) But the nurses is lovin' me Sayin' the best part of the day is my half Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath (ugh) Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga, I'm gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach Chillin (ugh!), sittin on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion (yeah) All for the love of drug dealing (ugh!) Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (yeah) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme (yeah) Raw flows, and that's how it goes [Hook] On the road to riches and diamond rings (yeah) Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things, ugh! [Outro] Check it out (ugh) The Notorious B.I.G. be representing BK to the fullest (right...) Junior Mafia for life! Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! (yeah) Craig Frazier! Homicide! The whole Radio Check crew! (yeah) Death Row! The West Coast! My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC (yeah) Money Mal, Big Pump! The whole Junior Mafia clique (right...) Representing, Uncle Paulie (yeah) (Junior Mafia!) 9-5 motherfuckers! Get high motherfuckers! (Junior Mafia!) Ready to Die motherfuckers! And if you don't know...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can I Get Witcha[Intro] [Big] Huh? [Cee] Cease-a-Lee' [Big] Doggystyle.. YEAH! [Cee] B.I.G [Big] Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house! [Cee] Where they at? [Big] Uhh, uhh, check it out [Cee] C'mon Big [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G] Another day in the ghetto One look outside I'm already upset yo It look about a hundred-and-two It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nothing to do Uhh, I'm interrupted by a phone ring {*brrrrring*} Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing "Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?" Yo, who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy Why don't ya hit me on the box a little later Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator Steps out it's the same old scene Dope fiend, crack fiend, eyewitness news team I seen a honey with a butt looking butter soft I know she looks much better with them clothes up off Sitting all thick, with the ruby red lipstick {*SMACK*} That's the one I gotta get with [Hook 1: Notorious BIG] Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha "Why you wanna get with me?" Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha "Why you wanna get with me?" Cause you got a big B-U-T, T [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G] She said "If I get with you I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew, whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a living,my name ain't November This ain't Thanksgiving, you ain't Michael Bivins Mack it up, flip it, rub it down Do me baby, I ain't down My name ain't 2Pac I don't "Get Around" You hitting this nigga, how that sound?" Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with Somebody ya done slept with, hold up That's my Neneh Cherry shit, I got something slicker Let me just sip up on this liquor All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102 How to squeeze 22's in them Reebok shoes, HUH? [Hook 2: Notorious BIG, Lil' Cease] Can I get witcha (can I get witcha) Can I get witcha (can I get witcha) Can I get witcha.. Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha (can I get witcha) Can I get witcha (can I get witcha) "Why you wanna get with me?" Cause you got a big B-U-T, T [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G] I said walk me upstairs, cause I forgot my Phillies She said "I don't care, so don't be acting silly" I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps And it wouldn't take a second before I had her on her back Pulling back the bra straps, threw on my Silk CD Cause, "I wanna get freaky with you" Lose control on the skins is all I can picture, now I'm about to hit you [Hook 3: Notorious BIG, Lil' Cease] Can I get witcha (can I get witcha) Can I get witcha (can I get witcha) "Why you wanna get with me?" Cause you got a big B-U-T, T [Verse 4: Lil' Cease] To all my hoes, respect due Tamika sorry I left you Michelle I'm glad I met you You make the head feel special Now I know it's official That I can touch and tease you Pull up my pants and diss you And hit the door you came through It's Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty Germany style, these hoes they blast me One of the chickenhead with sex appeal pass me That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes With long hair, and they ass be right I get up on that ass, see what that be like I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh [Hook 1: Notorious BIG] Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha "Why you wanna get with me?" Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha "Why you wanna get with me?" Cause you got a big B-U-T, TEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Life After Death Intro[Intro] Previously on Ready to Die [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.] ... me and her sister had something going on I reach my peak, I can't speak (A-yo, you listening to me motherfucker?) Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Eyo, c'mon nigga) I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking *BANG* (Ayo Big, ayo Big!) [Interlude] *heartbeat slows, sound of ambulance sirens* *sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine* [Outro: Puff Daddy] Damn... we was s'pose to rule the world baby We was unstoppable! The shit can't be over, no The shit can't be over, man I know you hear me nigga I know you hear me You got too much livin' to do Too much unfinished business It ain't over *flatline* Live your lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Microphone Murderer[Notorious B.I.G.] A whole lotta niggas want Big to make a demo tape 'Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh This goin out to you nigga recognize Yo 50, what's this? Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker Make an appointment, schedule a interview Because you know what Big Man's about to do 50 Gran' on the Technic at the right peak Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak The microphone - I'm rippin', the burner got the clip in Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen Flippin on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole Puffin on dime bags and I been told My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic A thick stick and my dick Makes me sick when you pick the whick-whack rhyme G You get what you pumpin is Tic-Tac time Z B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger Keep my eyes open and the case closed No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed Just the heavyset one with the big gun And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone Loot like Michael Jackson kicks like Bo Jackson Benz like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew Oooh! No frontin, no fakin moves Fightin or fuckin, resort to the stick and move Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree Rhyme is mine cause I said it's me Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran' And, I give you my hand cause you deserve a pound Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town Braves, because you get no praise I treat you like a derelict with AIDS Recognize, I don't fuck with the St. Ides B.I.G. down with O.G.B Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand You want it to be on, there's a Tec in the garbage can I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on Word is bond I'm a don~! I split 'em and run up in 'em I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her, and it gets better B.I.G. are the letters Niggas know the pedi'... That's the end!! What you want me to do? DAMN~!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Living in Pain[Intro: Just Blaze] Welcome to the House of Pain Just Blaze, niggas [Bridge: Mary J. Blige] There's no way out, it seems I can't get free Somebody tell me what's happened to me [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] The country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin' Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth With the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that a killing is thrilling? All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow point slug So when he licked shots, niggas dropped Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain I'm livin' in the house of pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me? Nights gettin' colder, heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're livin' in the house of pain [Verse 2: 2Pac] The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go! Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I'm livin', high, I'm a hustler Buckin' busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard? Niggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Nas] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe (MJB) Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried (Be worried, niggas) 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see (Yeah, Nas) When you're livin' in the house of pain (What up, B.I., Pac?) [Verse 3: Nas] Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should 'Cause these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove' And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods But these Teflons I loaded explodin' some mugs I'm like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru I ain't runnin', I'm dumpin', crazy like a Piru And loc'd up, know how Nas do I'm callin' Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce Then we party hard, party with Nas Since there ain't no more - Mardi Gras And Bush won't apologize I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize And .45's for them suckers y'all idolize Y'all yellin' my name, but y'all soon dyin' Tryin' to portray real but they be lyin' 'Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're livin' in the house of painEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dangerous MC’s[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six) Dangerous MC's Uhh (Check it out) uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? And the winner is... [Busta Rhymes] Y'all niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so -- [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] -- my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TaaDow! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin' IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH) Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF) Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw Yes, I rocked your chatterbox (Hah) Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO) Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon [Verse 2: Mark Curry] Uh-huh, make money hand over fist The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist Settin' up shop, it's hands on in the hustle Fakes don't kill nuttin' but time and don't tussle The process of elimination, fresh rotation Come and go and they death be starvation In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary Snooze and you lose is the theory The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand Everything you can imagine is real man And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes You know the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon Niggas grab your dicks, c'mon Bitches rub your tits, c'mon [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin' the law You come up in my room look bitch you takin' it off Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em With that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit We dips to this, make chips to this And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (Beyotch) I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick (say what?) Who you think she fuckin' with? (What?) Look here My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW ...How you like me now? (What, what, what?) You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle 100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin' the corner All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin' [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] So you lovin' us so much this shit is bleedin' through you If I worked in a restaurant, I'd shit in the food and feed it to you Most of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you Even all of them Haitian niggas won't believe this voodoo Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soc-cer I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggas full of ca-ca The way we doin' damage tell me how the fuck you manage With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage Them niggas'll throw you in a manhole And push they hand in yo' ass And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole! Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS [Hook: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hustler’s Story[Intro : Akon] Akon and B.I.G. yea [Verse 1 : The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit 'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her She know I treats my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana drippin' Big Poppa never slippin' H-class diamonds shinin' Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin' Smoking cigars in Bogotá With Colombian niggas named Panama And Englique and shit Games we play life endin' Bitches bending over with ease For a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped Singles on top Benjamins Under the rest of 'em Advancin' From duplex to mansion Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas VCR's in my V's Game elevates, money I make Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands Discussing plans with my mans Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system That leaves your rear views tremblin' What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it [Hook : Akon] Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Looking for this hour glass of time Trying to find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living? 4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this husler's story [Verse 2: Big Gee] Picture me, a product of the zone three Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be Shit cost, money never came to me When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly The lord humble niggas 'specially if they act like They too big for they draw when they stacks right Think I'm bullshittin'? A bunch of niggas back like Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cock I know a nigga workin' 9-5 Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed Got kin folk backyard big whips Escart that lift my homeboy this year [Hook : Akon] [Interlude : Akon] Akon [Verse 3 : Akon] While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique I'm on the coastline politickin' wit Jose We got the birds flyin' in the coop all day Tryin' to find a new way to smugglin' pure yay' We bout our business, ain't no small time thieves If you ain't growin the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet See I'm the one to call when things get deep And my Africans will put yo' main man to sleep, now And Mexico far from the block Tryin' to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now Sellin' arms as well as rocks in my socks If you could show me the money, here's the keys to the lock, now Hey, you know the streets is my territory Ain't scared of nothin, let you fear it for me Hey, whether win, lose or draw Believe that death is waitin for all [Hook : Akon] [Verse 4 : Scarface] Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh) Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan (but) So the whole time, I been plottin' on his man Caught him slippin' and sleepin', I hit his ass wit the can, and Here's somethin' that you can't understand How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga's soul? (Damn) I'm on some get back shit, there comes a time In every man's mind when it's deeper than dollar signs I been on the grind, got homies doin' time Behind niggas actin like bitches and bitches droppin' dimes I'm duckin' indictments, pussies is wearing wires Niggas just ain't tellin', no, they know we let it slide But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine The rats one thing a real nigga here despise I'm a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire [Hook : Akon]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Biggie[Intro: Lil' Cease] Queen Bee, and The Notorious B.I.G. nigga The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it The best that ever lived it Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh? (Biggie) That's how we do it y'all To all my niggas in the house Bad Boy, who we die for? (Biggie) All day, everyday nigga [Verse 1: Lil' Cease] For the love of B.I.G., we bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out Mafia World, all my niggas max out We Bad Boys, why ya'll niggas cracked out Coward niggas, most are burried down south Far from gangstas, really hush puppies Niggas bearly speak when we discuss money Niggas stay yappin when there's always somethin' funny The realest niggas never took nuthin from me Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix Ayo, Biggie taught me well Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel [Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.] To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name (Biggie) I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie) Mafia Representin' Bucktown Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring [Verse 2: Larceny] For B.I.G., I learn to grip aim and cock it Once I got it, I lock it Banger, big city boy with deep pockets See me speak, that paper better be the topic I like my ice frozen like the Antartic I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring My nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain Still ride, still die for BIG's name [Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.] To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name chorusBiggie I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I Ock and squeeze f (Biggie) Mafia Representin' Bersecktown Mack 11' cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig Not cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised And that's the way it is for (Biggie) We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera Do jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel B.K. style, see B.I.G. howl, now Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep Niggas tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut Wood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga what?! Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths Know my gat and bust for my nigga (Biggie) [Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.] To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name (Biggie) I'd rat Er die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fL (Biggie) Mafia Representin' Bil' cktown Mack 11'K cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring Now Verse 4: when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for... You know Frank kept me iced out Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like... All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I-double G-I-E Ya'll niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out [Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.] To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged (im) Yco love him, yell hir name (Biggie)usI'd ratner die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fto (Biggie) Mafia Representin' B fadcktown (Mack 11'e)cocked back, nggas better duck doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Macs and Dons[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, uh, it's going out to all the pimps and macs Y'all know the flavor, Brooklyn style You know how we do, uh, yeah All the macs and the dons in the house Playa playas, playa, playa, let these hoes know One, two [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Is it true, all I wanna do is screw? Drink brew, with the crew, on the avenue? Ooh! I flip skins like Mary Lou So what ya gonna do when Shelton come for you, boo? I got girls that look like Toni Braxton And give me the skins without askin' When I'm relaxin' on my back and you know what time it is (uh) But if it's red, man, I'll leave it alone She can call me on my cellular phone And I mess around and pick you up Take you to the crib, stick you up Put on my Silk CD and lick you up and down 'Til you say stop, hit the twat 'til your pops call the cops And when I make bail outta jail, I'ma wail on that tail (Why, Shel'?) Because the sex never fails, I am [Hook: Erick Serson & The Notorious B.I.G.] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing and I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm This is for the macs and dons [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] "What kind of girls do you like?" Well, that's various I like long hair, or them Halle Berry cuts Real big butts, yeah, thick with lipstick 'Cause when it come to girls, I'm so optimistic Like the Sounds of Blackness I don't need practice in the sack It's natural, I break your back in I pop coochies like my homeboy Luke Guaranteed to knock your trees off your Timbo boots You don't get pussy-whipped, you whip that pussy Hit it from the back 'til it get real gushy, baby Good sex is what I'm startin' I get the skin so wet, I make the ass start fartin' And I pray that dick don't slip 'Cause then I'm hearin' this shit: "That's not it" And then I just ride 'til the sun rise And when I'm done, wipe the cum on her thighs, I am [Hook: Erick Serson & The Notorious B.I.G.] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing and I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm This is for the macs and dons [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] This is going out to the pimps and macs That hit skins 'til their broad catch a asthma attack But not even Pamatti Miss could resist The way I jumped up and dissed the clitoris All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom in the boom poom (Uh, uh) Smoke a little boom, get some head in the bedroom And then I whisper soft in her ear: "You ain't got to home, but you got to leave from here" Simple and plain, no strings attached I'm lettin' you know that I'm a certified mac I hit skins 'til the leg cramps So on the first I can get half the check and half the stamps [Hook: Erick Serson & The Notorious B.I.G.] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing and I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm This is for the macs and dons [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] All the players in '94, recognize Shelton D in full effect, baby, baby Uh, uh, yeah, fuck all you bitchesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 1991 Block Party Freestyle[The Notorious B.I.G] Yes it's me, the B.I.G Competition ripper ever since 13 Used to steal clothes was considered a thief Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a FALL at! B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya And I love ya, cause you're a sweet bitch A crazy crab, the type to make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta B.I.G. is a born trooper Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta Stay dipped, and I'm not a booster So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond There's no other assumption, I got it going on I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this Even my mother, be noddin' her head to this Makes her proud to see her one son get loud Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW (dumb ass nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If I Should Die Before I Wake[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh.. UHH Yeah.. Uhh.. uhh.. Uh! Yeah.. yeah.. Uhh.. I'm on.. Fuck em.. yeah, uhh.. With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Fuck her, never knew her Screw her.. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer Our father.. uh-huh.. [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take to make my heart stop And my body start to shake? If I should die before I wake [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake [Verse 2: Black Rob] Fluck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the 5th, watch his body lift Shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin, hit her body quick Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers Did it with the Glocks, spit it with your pops, you was in diapers Loved me when you came to Rikers Hated me all in the free cypher, mad you can't be like us Some murderers who turn bikers, see Biggie Smalls Recruited these snipers, alumni do it just like us Some pied pipers, squeezin life out y'all It's all out war, be all wild as all outdoor If a coward got beef, y'all be checkin his palm Paralyzin, my niggas thorough kid, how bout yours? Real quick to screw a nigga then, pop out four Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours Bitch nigga, whoah [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Yo, when you fuckin with Mac, you fuckin with the best I'm still going to war with them dusty Tecs Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic When I squeeze don't breathe keep it lined and even So when niggas get hit, they be cryin screamin Lyin bleedin from that iron steamin And I ain't tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it Niggas start bitchin, when that pistol in they face Or I sick two pits to come and get you in your place If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin my bitch Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit Takin two sniffs, grabbing my shit Best believe if I get hit, y'all niggas takin some shit Picture niggas takin my shit [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake [Verse 4: Ice Cube] Niggas never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie In the year 2000 all drunk and pissy Off whiskey, you can miss me acting gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A Doin it the O.G. way, it's sorta like The Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me So this is dedicated to the memory of The Notorious One, the glorious one And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine Cock my nine and seperate your head from your spine So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love Hip-Hop" and Fuck you niggas that shot Big Pop' The conspiracy of this nation for assassination Of the young black male in this black Hell And I can tell, no matter the weather That you and 2Pac got your shit together California Love [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wakeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One More Chance (Hip Hop Mix)[Intro: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)] (Uh Uh, what) As we proceed, to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (check it out, uh) Biggie, gimme (lyrically I'm) one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, uh) Biggie (what) gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.) Biggie (uh) gimme (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) one more chance (uh) Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance [Verse 1] First things first: I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathan but penetration Unless it smells like sanitation Gar-bage I turn like doorknobs Heart throb never, Black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi Girls pee-pee when they see me Navajos creep me in they teepee As I lay down laws like Alan Kopit Stop it - if you think they gonna make a profit Don't see my ones, don't see my guns, get it? Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A I don't know what the hell is stopping ya I'm clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya Once ya grin, I'm in—game begins First I talk about how I dress in this Diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses The sex is just immaculate from the back I get Deeper and deeper, help you reach the Climax that your man can't make Call him, tell him you'll be home real late And sing the break, uh) [Chorus: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)] Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) One more Give me one more Chance, and make me Gimme one more chance (uh) (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] She's sick of that song on how it's so long Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans Low Down Dirty, even, like his brother Keenan Schemin', don't leave your girl around me! True player for real, ask Puff Daddy You ringing bells with bags from Chanel Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell She beeped me meet me at twelve Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes? While I'm swimming in your women like the breast stroke Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke Death stroke—tongue all down her throat Nothing left to do but send her home to you I'm through—can you sing the song for me boo? [Chorus: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)] Biggie, give me, one more (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Give me one more (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Chance, and make me Gimme one more chance (uh) (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] So what's it gonna be? Him or me? (uh) We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls The envy of all women, crushed linen Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ’em The finest women I love with a passion Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin' High fashion, flying into all states Sexing me while your man masturbates Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds Lyrically I'm supposed to represent I'm not only a client, I'm the player President (uh) [Chorus: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)] Biggie, give me, one more (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Give me one more Chance, and make me Gimme one more chance (uh) (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance [Outro: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)] Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chanceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Freestyle - Mister CeeYeah You're now entering the mode of the Notorious Biggie Smalls Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, representing This one going out to Brooklyn Ya'll know what time it is It's going out to all the gangsters All the pimps, players, hoes and bitches Ya'll know what time it is So this what I want ya'll to do I want ya'll to grab your Dutch Masters And ya'll White Owls and ya'll Phillies Umgh, get you a fat sack, pint of Hennessy and lay back Gonna do this one for my man Mister Cee, representing all day, every day And all you other tape niggas and bootleggers, stay in the house Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down So any time you're ready Mister Cee We gonna get hardcore on these homos Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, hard-core Uh, representing, Biggie Smalls in the house, uh, check it, uh Biggie Smalls is the wickedest Niggas say I'm pussy, I dare you to stick your dick in this If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphilis Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, getting rid'a ya Got it locked like the penitentiary Niggas mention me for MC execution Who ya choosin, the wack MC Or the Black Fat MC Jack Dempsey will start shaking All it's taking, is some marijuana and I'm making MCs break fast, like flap-jacks and bacon Back spins, the windmills, who's still the gin-drinker Ill-thinker, exploding when the paper hits the ink-ugh Take the Gangster Chronicles, turn to page 6-6-6 Holocaust, B.I.G. the merciless Niggas press they luck-and They get a butt-fuckin Straight up the ass Raw dog with the rash And I don't fuck with the condoms The condoms is a problem from the AIDS getting sprayed Diseases, B.I.G. pleases MCs across the seas is just the way, I crush my prey, hey I'm crazy and deranged Blowing niggas out the frame, simple and plain But getting back, to the black rhinoceros of rap B.I.G. took a loss, how preposterous is that, nigga Recognize Notorious Biggie Smalls, '94 Ready To DieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Would You Die for Me[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] The, thick, thick, thick thick, the The, thicky the, the, the Thicky the, thick thick the, the Thicky the, the Thicky the, the, the, thicky thick the Uh, uh [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] Venue after venue I've been through Come up to the telly so I can bend you (Uh) Send you to the store, condoms and more Jealous females call you sluts and whores Could it be my hardcore metaphor Makes sweat pour on the bedroom floor? (Uh) Open up the Lex door, jump on in I'm kinda tired, I'ma roll blunts while you spin You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin (Uh) Splurging, Dom P., Rose Much foreplay, that's my forte Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death (Uh) She looking for a man, honey, he just left Violate me, he get beat to death Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left (Uh) Grand Marnier increase the don strength Two four-fifths within my arms length With a calm breath I say, "We got to float" Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen And you mean too (Uh), eyes greenish blue Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu Beautiful, that's how the night goes Get out them tight clothes, get in some night clothes I invite those girls that smoke lah (Uh) Keep it real with you, you keep it real with I We be tight like frog's ass Have you screamin', "Biggie, Biggie, give me one more chance" What? [Chorus: Puff Daddy] Would you ride with me? (Yeah) Would you lie for me? (That's right) Would you get high with me? (For sure) Would you die for me? (No doubt) Would you ride with me? (Yeah) Would you lie for me? (That's right) Would you get high with me? (For sure) Would you die for me? (No doubt) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] These hoes don't treat you like I treat you Like my contacts, I can see right through Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue? Queen Bitch means number one and two Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one Y'all know where I'm from Bucktown, lay your ass down You don't wanna play around (With me) Probably just mad because Frank chose me A fly cutie, you just a groupie Girls call my telephone just to hang up While me and you is in the crib, laying up Oh, he ain't tell you that we live together, huh? And that we gonna have a kid together? Whatever, me intimidated, never Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim Anyway, I fuck better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you If I fuck another nigga, it don't mean nothing B.I.G. is in my heart from the start Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch Chicks who used to be around, where they at now? See I don't care bout them other broads B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that [Chorus: Puff Daddy] Would you ride with me? (Yeah) Would you lie for me? (That's right) Would you get high with me? (For sure) Would you die for me? (No doubt) Would you ride with me? (Yeah) Would you lie for me? (That's right) Would you get high with me? (For sure) Would you die for me? (No doubt)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Has Been Said[Verse 1: Eminem] It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us We watched, so many piggybacked off of Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, which lead us back To where we left off on March 9th To come from such hard knock lives And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights And, once they're on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us To see who can last the longest And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving Or it could just be somebody's aura, that just horri-fies And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entou-rage that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit, you just believe it [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big I'm been about my business since then, so anxious It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin Vicious, I'm experiencing the same sights as him It's what excited Obie to write these poems Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who could give him better signs No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes So possibly I'd be popular, huh? That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I [Verse 3: Diddy] I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion And I'm addressing the adolescents absent to who he is The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother On repeat, all of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact An immaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling "God bless" Regardless to critics yelling that East/West I seen the game losing, I'm just pressing the reset And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga (nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Write this downRelax and take notes While I take tokes of the Marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Gun smoke guns smoke Biggie smalls for mayor The rap slayer The hooker layer Motherfucker say your prayers Hail mary full of grace Smack the bitch in the face Take her guccci bag and the north face Off her back Jab her if she act Funny with the money Oh you got me mistaken honey I don't wanna rape Ya, I just want the paper The visa, capeesha I'm out like, like thе vapors Who's the one you call Mr macho The hеad hancho Swift fist like Camacho I got so Much style I should Be down with the stylistics Make up to breakup Niggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia Beat you to seizure Then fuck your moms Hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit Just the two hits Her hitting the floor And me hitting the clit Suckin on the tits Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your mom's ain't ugly love My dick got Rock quick I guess I was A combination Of house of pain and Bobby brown I was humping around and jump In around Jacked her Then I asked her who's the man She said B.i.G Then I bust in her E.Y.E (you big, your dead wrong) The weak or the strong, who got it Goin on Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it Goin on When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it my hardcore rainleaves you rusted Move over lucifer I'm more ruthless huh Leave your toothless, you'll kibbutz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me I hit em with the tec Gs disrespect me My potency is deadly I'm shooting babies No ifs ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy If the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis After she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the icepick Because he wanted me to fuck him from da back But smalls don't get down like that Found your father hidin in a room Fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it Hardcore I got it sucked like a pussy Stab Ya till you're gushy So please don't push me I'm using rubbers So they won't trace the semen The black demon GOT the little hookers screamin Because you know I love it young Fresh of green With no hair in between Know what I mean? The weak or the strong Who got it Goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it Goin on Your dead wrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dead Wrong (Advance)[Puff Daddy] Bad Boy baby [Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah Yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A Yeah [Puff Daddy] Yeah B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again Come on Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers "Hail Mary, full of grace" Smack the bitch in the face, take her Gucci bag And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics "Make up to break up" Niggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit, just the two hits Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House Of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin' Around and Jump-in Around Jacked her then I asked her, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G" Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong) Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 2: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshippin': horse's heads Human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism Animals having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick the habit, I just Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin' I got a nine in my pocket, and baby I'm just Dyin' to cock him He's ready for war I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My uz is as Heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread Red on the wall Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? (Or) How many nuts to the center of your booty hole? Hold on, shorty, cause I'm about to slap this groupie nigga Jab this fluesy nigga, watch 'em bleed, then shit dookie, nigga Spooky nigga, you gettin' skinny like you Pookie, nigga Blood spill got you laggin' out like that soupie nigga Smoke this Lucy nigga, time passin' on the frank mic Watch 'em dyin' slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color My goons lay the flood, leave you layin', drippin' blood Then ended up fingerfuckin' your mother at a strip club We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden Fascinated how all of this street shit, we straight mother Fuck it We thug rugged to the tenth power Like B.I.G. was listenin' So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours Another dick Hear the click of my gun cock Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box Gimme that! Twenty-focused and I'm sorry Campbell I'm taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper (What?) Repeat Chorus Til FadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy B.I.G. Interlude[Intro] Yo C-Gutta, where you at? D Rockafella Cease-A-Leo DeGenero Blake C Money SL Uhh [Verse] B.I.G. is making this cream Bitches always say what the hell does that mean? B is for the bitches, who can't understand How one fly nigga became a man I is for the way it goes in and out One by one I knocks 'em out G is for the way the game goes in the gutter Other MC's man they ain't sayin' nuthin' Rockin' on, to the break of dawn Meet the bitch, get the pussy, get the math, I'm gone [Outro] What? It ain't no more to itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hope You Niggas Sleep[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts Yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, I'm making hits No time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me Hoes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, ya'll, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self; from Brooklyn, where else? Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop What you think, I'm stupid? My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep [Verse 2: B.G.] I throw a bomb through your window Burn you up and your ho I catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat Your little sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I fuck her I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherfucker I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters Cluckers, you know I got 'em, two for one, my nigga I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on [Verse 3: Big Tymers (Baby] Thugging is my thing; if I'm beefing, I'm banging Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I don't like 'em; bitches, I don't trust 'em Niggas, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine Niggas trying to pull it off, "pop," goes the nine That's how it got to be in these uptown streets And a nigga like me, I play the game for keeps [Verse 4: Juvenile] I remember when niggas slang heroin up in balloons I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch Want some old nigga? Fuck with me, I'mma do 'em, shit Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him Put my foot in their rectum right after I dome checked 'em I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me I been out doing it for years--since elementary Real good relationship with guns and drugs Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs Everything is my own shit cause I don't fuck with scrubs I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love [Verse 5: Turk] I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split They die quick, fucking with Turk, wodie get whacked Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back And trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me Fuck that, I bust back with a .223 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split [Verse 6: Lil' Wayne] Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em I'm coming so alert them (Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting You haven't seen the worst and I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what [Outro: Puff Daddy] Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we won't stop, get money niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pepsi FreestyleHey yo, Enuff, man! What you got to drink up in here, man? I'm thirsty Big slam, quick slam, tin can, whatever Whether too cold or too hot, you got to keep Pepsi in the freezer I keep a 3 liter for my crew My girl like them diet joints too For when she watch her weight, crack the top I can't wait Other sodas taste the worst -- I don't even converse If it can't quench my thirst what you in my fridge for? What you wanna live for? Life with the dry mouth Hot like the south, flash out ya 12 ounce and renounce Nothing can beat the P-e-p-s-i Yes I drink it constantly; cop it by the case, tastes great, less filling Non-alcoholic I can feed it to my children Tell em Biggie said, "Drink it all"; don't test me! Nothing else beats a Pepsi, if it is, let's see..I'm thirstyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Beef[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] We here We ain't going nowhere [Diddy] Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seeing Will reach the fucking ceiling, check it My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock Drop top notch playa hating won't stop This instant, rappers too persistent Quick to spit Biggie name on shit Make my name taste like ass when you speak it See me in the street your jewelry you can keep it That'll be our little secret See me B that is, I that is G whiz Motherfuckers still in my biz Hope they know my nigga Gutter fucking kidnap kids Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge That's how it is, my shit is laid out Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call All y'all disapear by tomorrow All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow Actually your man passed the gat to me, now check this [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] What's beef, beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU What's beef, beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU Check it [Verse 2: Havoc] I done clapped at the best of them Been caused the death of them These dudes don't want no more, shit is affecting them Tops popped off, them niggas from the bridge Just be, wildlin' on you line that red dot on you, (take that) Don't know or warn you, catch them all hogged up Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit Number one with the buddhaka, henny-sour diesel Ain't no telling what I do to ya It's obvious ma you ain't fucking keep it moving ma [Prodigy] Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow they shot 'em in their cars I wish I was there, I would of shot back all em' They fire return fire put it right back on em' Sacrifice myself for you no problem, (no problem) In the flames I burn for my niggas that's gone And the niggas that took the hits on my niggas you been warned P's not the one, Hav not the one You try to run up on us, we already busting the guns [Hook] [Biggie] They'll be nothin but smooth sailing (talk to em) When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing (y'all don't know what beef is) All I got is heat and tough talk for you Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya (c'mon) A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher (yea, Chris) Watch me set it off like Vivica (c'mon that's right) Here lies your demise, close your eyes (close your eyes) Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen (damn) It's bad cause I just begun What make the shit real bad I was having fun (hahaha) [Hook] [Diddy] Attention MCs........Attention MCs Beef doesn't happen on records Beef does not happen on records You don't know what beef is, (you don't know what beef is) You don't want no beef you fucking fake studio ass gangsta Rapping motherfuckers!, (c'mon man) Fuck outta here!, (fuck outta here) Beef is B.I.G. not being here, (b.i.g. we miss you) Beef is your love ones not being here, (we miss you) Beef is every so-called ghetto superstar that rose To the top and dropped just as quickly, (that's beef) On some bullshit What's beef 2006? What's beef (that's beef) Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is, (that's beef) Fuck all y'all (bitches) Bad Boy Bitch we still hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m With Whateva[Intro: Jim Jones] R.I.P. Big We some niggas that's gonna make you proud of this game Smell me? Jones, Capo Cash Money, Santana Dipset, Lil Weezy Let's ride, Let's ride Cause real Gs know the feeling It's hard body, no remorse for the killing Cause real Gs know the feeling It's hard body, no remorse for the killing [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Mad trees and bitches in dungarees The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it 'til it freeze I'm from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall I'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastball Steee-rike, yup, so get it right Nigga, one of my sniplets'll end your whole life You ain't nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife And a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat pork So be smart and play your own part If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart And we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cell Hey, I'mma shoot it out if I'm facing the L Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six [Hook: Juelz Santana] All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] It's showdown time, throwdown time Safety off, four pound time Clack clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine Check it man, I'm with whatever Goodness gracious, the paper Where the cash at? Where the stash at? I'll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me You got nothing on a nigga like me, you'll see I'm on the grind from sun up to sun down If I'm lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming 'til I'm full on my stomach I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my haze Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga Trying to get rid of the life, alright? [Hook: Juelz Santana] [All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?] [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G (not in album version)] As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece One in the chamber, the safety is off, released Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage Doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material, for the imperial Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drop with you .45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl I'm ready to die [Hook: Juelz Santana] [All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Running Your Mouth[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and [Verse 1: Fabolous] Now, they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plenty of dough, man Icy Audemar, Henny gold band With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us Know it's gon' blow fo' my dough Why would you try with that guy? Scene told you he'd keep it G We can bang like the two chains on my neck The hood is Iraq, I'm Hussein in the 'jects The coup's up, take the new lane for a sec 12" thump, new Kane in the deck nigga Right now with a squeezer in a 'cuzzi And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah [Chorus: Nate Dogg] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited Her man look like he wanna fight But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me All up in my back trying to take my track When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool Next who wanna move is getting blasted Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard As I release masterpieces like adhesive Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast MC's have a hard time believin' I'm Marked For Death, Hard to Kill like Steven When Jake come, I'm leaving, the black man's motto You got a better chance playing lotto What you want nigga? [Chorus: Nate Dogg] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited Her man look like he wanna fight But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops The kings of the crack music and the kings of the clubs Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder That's why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like our's Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine Yeah, I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot How the fuck any of you niggas think you filling my spot? Why you niggas getting mad at us? We shit on your floors All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach Snoop, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you can't reach Let's go [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Foxy Brown] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited (Uh, uh) Her man look like he wanna fight (Fox then B.I.G) But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I? Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck On Nastrand Ave, ain't the same since Homo got touched Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa [Verse 5: Snoop Dogg & The Notorious B.I.G.] Run for your gun you suckers B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noogie In the 'Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?) Uh, turning it out, run in your house Gun in your mouth, motherfucker, quit running your mouth [Chorus: Nate Dogg] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited Her man look like he wanna fight But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth [Outro: Nate Dogg] What you really want from a nigga?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Guaranteed Raw (Demo)[Intro] Chill Twan, damn man! That nigga Big got somethin to say? Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah Special shoutout to my man MC Homicide and DJ Fatal Twin one and two my man Milk My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew Y'all know how we flow And I'ma drop it like this y'all [Verse 1] Oh what a feeling! Drivin' in my four by four Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door Chrome trimming with the smoke tint Givin' chumps a hint as I count my mint Stacks of doves, half my man's is C-note All from sayin' rhymes that B.I.G. wrote Blunt, I take a toke, but only if it's weed Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy Pass to D or maybe movin' solo Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw Live in action, guaranteed raw! [Interlude] Who's coming through? Y'all know who! (Who?!) [Verse 2] Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated Your rhymes ain't shit; they must be constipated Many awaited the heavyset brother from Fulton Street To drop a rhyme to a funky beat Expellin MCs as if I was at Sarah J Or boys and girls at any school around the way Opponents, pupils, but I'm the principal Hard to beat, damn near invisible Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life Makin money smoking mics like crack pipes Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my people my palm And sayin' rhymes is an opium bomb Yes it's me, the B.I.G Competition ripper ever since 13 Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a fall at! B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner Quick to smother a punk motherfucker Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya And I love ya 'cause you're a sweet bitch A crazy crab, ya might make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta B.I.G. is a born, trooper Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta Stay dipped and I'm not a booster So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond There's no other assumption, I got it goin' on I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this Even my mother be noddin' her head to this Makes her proud to see her one son get loud Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew See, they popped on ya like a kernel They didn't realize that the beef was eternal Internal injury that's what you're soon to see B.I.G. keeps company Sometimes in my waist, if Jake come, I'm boatin' Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and I'll be floatin' to your punk part of town Anybody fronting, they better duck down Don't get mad 'cause I grazed ya You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit Shit, I was aimin' for the melon But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin' Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed raw! [Outro] And you don't stop, and you don't stop You keep on To my man Milk, and Thai Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect Most definitely Sent a shout onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Poppa (So So Def Remix)[Verse One:] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin' Moet is where you'll find me The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question askin', blunt passin, music blastin' But I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not? Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benz's C-Notes by the layers, true fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree [Hook:] (I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3 Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonite that should be havin my ba-by Baybee, uh [Verse Two:] Straight up honey really I'm asking Most of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be acting Who they attractin' with that line "What's your name, what's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind Ask you what your interest are, who you be wit? Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Or three o' clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot Roll a blunt cause he like to spark a lot Steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuue) Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a movay, in the jaccuzay, bay-bay [Hook] [Verse Three:] (How does a true playa live?) Nigga, Versace down Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin', Niggas starin' Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon Raggin' sippin' D.P on my way to D.C The biggest willies, smokin' phillies Thai & skunk together, Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at (Baybee) Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater Butter leather, chrome beretta see You know who that nigga be [Outro: Jermaine Dupri] Shit you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby Straight up playerlistic mentality You just do your thing, Cause I'm definintley gone do mine And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of Can you feel me? [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Breakin’ Old Habits[Intro - T.I.] Hey what it is pimpin Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G (yea a ye yeaah..) Ya understand what I'm saying (hey..) P.S.C. pimpin! Y'all already know what it is man, its a bad boy thing man Grand hustle collaboration, Y'all already know man Boss Hog whats happening (hey..) A-Town pimpin! [Verse 1 - Slim Thug] Slim Thugga! I roll strapped Glock 40 in my lap I rap but still think like I'm grinding in the trap Trying to adapt to the change from the streets to the game Can't be selling CD's and still selling dem thangs Cause snitches drop names and bring alot of problems And putting somthing in they head the only way you gonna solve em' Jackas stay plotting watching your every move And the minute you snooze will be the minute you lose, dude Thats the rules so I cruise with the tools To fix the damn fools that think I'm slipping with my jewels Breakin old habits so hard to do Thats why you see me on the same block with the same crew And everybody sitting fat living good And I'm the only nigga that be rapping in my hood I was raised by the hustlas, and ganged by the G's And taught by the bosses how to stack that cheese [Hook - T.I.] You got rich and G shit is still a part of you Cause breakin old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew Cause breakin old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to Cause breakin old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership crackin open cigars in the coupe Man cause breakin old habits so hard to do [Verse 2 - The Notorious B.I.G.] Damn it feel good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer Than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin niggas with punany, like Connie And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my shorty flying in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rentals [Hook] [Verse 3 - T.I.] I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo, bricks of blow all in it I was taught to sell the shit, you put your nose all in it Let my bitch drive the Benz but the Rolls off limits How you call yourself pimpin, with hoes all in your buisness What it is, the music business or the streets make a decision I do this in my sleep, and you way out your division pimp This game we play for keeps, and the rules remain hidden This ain't a place for lames and that snitching shit is forbidden After sitting in the kitchen and whipping with hopes of getting back All that off a brick to go blow it, so it even 50 stacks And now I'm sitting back, thinking about a time When a nigga get a 100 g's, think he went down But now look for loyalty in the game, it ain't there And things ain't the same they changed it ain't fair Real niggas dead, doing their time and ain't here You commit the same crime and come home the same year [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Living the Life[Notorious B.I.G] + (Faith Evans) To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?) I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras Your girl butt cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?) The raw rapper, spot smacker Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter And If I ever fall in love, I bet I'm fuckin' her Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her (Why you wanna...play games on me?) Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill shit Mess with the niggas on that real blood spill shit My rappin' tactics, are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be Filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me [Hook 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis] + (Ludacris ab-libbing) Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life [Ludacris] It's clear to see that I'm the motherfuckin' man, I done learned from the Best of em; Took the first slot, niggas still second guessin' em Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em' Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em' Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder I'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever Roll with a bunch of niggas that don't know no better King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fuckin' wit me They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times [Hook] + (Ludacris ab-libbing) [Snoop Dogg] To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?) Used to be a G, but now he just a ho Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house Now they call me Snoopy Trump I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust Now hat's a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I'm livin' the life! [Hook] + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing) [Hook] - w/o ab-libsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Your Grind OnBut I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible [Big Pun talking] Aye you know what I'm sayin', it was just happen We have our day, you know? I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean? We keep it, keep it, keep it goin' from there [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, I drink filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still [Chorus: Freeway] Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin' mo' stressed Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor 'Cause the streets are killin' Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Yo, yo The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio Niggas talk but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' nuttin' If ain't blazin somethin' with the MAC, I'm in the shack bakin' muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin'; my Squad been waitin' For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin' An orgi-nation of veterans built With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles We blessed with the will to never surrender 'Cause my every agenda's in and out Unseen like I entered the ninja, it's my world [Chorus: Freeway] Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin' mo' stressed Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor 'Cause the streets are killin' Now get your grind on [Verse 3: Fat Joe] I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggas run Crack pull up, everybody clear out Anybody pumpin' that rock is gettin' aired out I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to clap And I know you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the packs Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin' the facts On that I 9-5 swervin' to a town near you My niggas watch out for that Black Suburbans And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home And papi got it good, he could put you on Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops Just to see my niggas eat and shit and huggin' the blocks Crack a chastise 'em, right besides 'em In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up And niggas get shot in broad day 'cause we don't give a... Fuck, little niggas on bike and just shoot you All for a pair of some Nikes, the shit's brutal I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack Then they call the shit the bomb smack Word to Crack, the God body, the hard body, the realest ever The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] This goes out to cats (stupid), fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin' Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and Be Mor-gan than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what) Some old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers (what), specialize In killin' wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin', shit When Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin' Killin' ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks 'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Really Want to Show You[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker! Y'all better be swift with that punch button, Jack! Biggie! - Biggie! [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G I had to get P-A-I-D that's why my mom's hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand cause man [Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] Come and run with me - I really wanna show you How I run the streets - I really wanna show you How I'm clockin' G's - I really wanna show you Come and run with me - I really wanna show you [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I had the master plan I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two TECs And when he start to bust, he like to ask: "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak With the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be Lieutenant Bitch got gassed At last, I'm literally loungin' black Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder We got infiltrated like Nino at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy - She'll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, that's me! Blowing like a bubble; In the everyday struggle [Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] Come and run with me - I really wanna show you How I run the streets - I really wanna show you How I'm clockin' G's - I really wanna show you Come and run with me - I really wanna show you [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti [Verse 4: Nas] Guns and diamonds Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin' Take keys 'til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment This kid he got his crib raided, police found grams They locked up, his whole fam; moms, sister, his old man Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a separate car Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers High technology dealers, to the users and losers Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB My niggas die for the cause, .45 on the drawer City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and bras My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin my cars Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash For the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby [Chorus (repeat to fade)]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mumbling & Whispering[Notorious B.I.G.] And ya don't stop, hit it! Mumbling and whispering is what I hear When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared Why? I'm not the stick-up man I don't want the rings on your hand, I don't understand When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh! And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend But this bankrolls they won't spend I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed 'em When it come to 'wassup' the peace sign is how I greet em - uh Sometimes they won't get that, sweating me for some chit-chat Bite my lyrics like kit-kats Open your eyes, realize ain't no sugar in my tank Out of all my friends, there's just one I want to thank My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great That good things come to those who wait And we've waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A-train That's why I flip Keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dip, take out of state trips Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip I'm a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty And the best is me, so the rest will see B.I.G. don't need to practice I'm like a sharpshooter shoot the needle off a cactus Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit I completely defeat the weak - uh Even the strong don't last long Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro I'm not a paper gangster of no sort, don't smoke Newports When I get stressed I grab my vest Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick about who we flipped then whipped I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss You know, of course, they took a loss Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand Like sinkin' in quicksand, ya need a hand my man Damn, tried to give you the warning sign When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme I was telling ya not to flare up He's about to tear up, I'm telling you not to erupt Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh 50 Grand, and I'm the BIG Mister Cee.. [Mister Cee] Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherfucker here we go Can ya withstand this kind of a man Gettin in your ass like sand But this ain't a date at the beach lil each And every mc in the place check the speech And i'll bet the dough from my show they can't get wit Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit [Notorious B.I.G interjecting] Nah nah nah nah nah love. you can't do it like that love. you got to ride that motherfucker you know what I'm sayin? you got to riiide that motherfucker Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most And clocks the most, drops the most shit like a pigeon Listen, to the words I'm slippin' through saliva Ain't a MC liver, I'm the rap MacGyver Doin' tricks with my lips so quick If you blink you would miss the great style of Chris Don't try to diss, cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint Rappers that think they the joint Huh, they'll get the point quicker Faster even, MC's I'm leavin' until you can't breathin You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya To let ya know that I can fight before I slayed ya Call me Chris, this I insist Anything different will lead to closed fist A wrap up. you don't wanna get tapped upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let Me Get Down[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker, huh? I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin', huh? The raw rapper, spine snapper With the little hookers on my lap-ah You know the flavor Mack-ah A shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin comforter And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin her Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her If she tried to front, then I drop the Chuckii Booker on her: "Why you wanna play your games on me?" Bitch, you're crazy, commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill shit Rest with the niggas on that real bloodspill shit My rappin' tactics are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigre You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down [Hook: Craig Mack] Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahhhh boy, let me get down and funk em) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Yeah.. uh-huh.. yeah) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Yo, I just wanna get 'em) [Verse 2: G-Dep] Yeah, yo Odds even, said shoot (blaow) Asked me the reason, and I said loot Man that's all I'm here for, therefore When death declares war, you know what to prepare for Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta Live on your station, the radiation'll melt ya Cool - I guess your momma raised a fool You didn't wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school Rap terror, shots through your new era Get it together, y'all niggas shoulda knew better I'm on point like acupuncture I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya Left side, right side, witcha ho I might slide Runnin' wit' this big guy, y'all niggas is pint-size Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound And show you the sound, that'll put you low in the ground Just let me get down [Hook: Craig Mack] Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (What? What?) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little bit) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahh.. I just wanna funk, what? Ahhhh) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] I be like: "Whaaaat?" Let me clear my throat Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes Heyy! Yo, from coast to coast I burn like toast So dope that I floats through snow, nig-guh Oh, you don't wanna battle me The agony be like: "Somebody help me, please!" Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better In any weather, I biddy-bang-bang in ya, nigga Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop Now I pop through your body parts Blaow, blaow! You like the way I interact Proceed to smack, any MC that's wack Ah-huh, microphone check one two I do ya tool like them freaks run through your crew Give it to me, ohh, send it to me, ohh But before I get down, where's my money? Let me get down [Hook: Craig Mack] Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahhh.. boyeee) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little bit) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahh.. I just wanna funk) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH Mack, feelin the funk) [Outro: Notorious B.I.G.] Bringin' it live to you bitch ass niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tonight[Intro: Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)] (Yo, check this out, yeah motherfuckers) (Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers) Too much smoke in here man Open a fucking window What the fuck man Yo yo yo yo yo [Verse 1: 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 player 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 fo'-fo's 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; thinking '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 strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya; I ain't mad at 'cha Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin' Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced it with the basic, six TV's a system Knocking Mase shit; face it, we hard to hit Guard your 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 [Hook: Joe Hooker] Y'all can't see this That this might be the night This might be the night, that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye) [Verse 2: Havoc] Niggas playing they hands wrong, that's why they won't last long Finessed what I was dealt with from the day I was born While you bent up on that corner, niggas plotting and scheming Up in them little holes, be creeping with Mac demons Niggas know not to fuck with my dough Niggas know not to fuck with this little bro, I'm 10 seconds hit'n'go Black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuk' Timbs Enough to confuse any witness Strongest of calibers, is what we only travel with You gotta get hit, your man dead, so you got a hand in it Extort y'all, once friends, now we gotta cross y'all You know the niggas with the biggest balls set the new laws And flip fours, have 'em washing drawers while you up North Gat to your jugular, getting your salad tossed Overhearing niggas situations, singing like Lou Rawls Sitting on the stand with no remorse [Hook: Joe Hooker] Y'all can't see this That this might be the night This might be the night, that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye) [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, yo, how we do niggas, I don't beef, I shoot niggas If I can't get the main character, a few niggas then I don't need no gin to boost me I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go I got fire in my heart, guns in my car Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers When the 40-pound hit him, the fuck these niggas thought? Could it be the fame, maybe it's the 2 Benz or Would it be the same if I couldn't claim those? Fuckin' put holes through your Range Rove' Cocksucker, beat it, while you bleedin' on the dashboard Niggas get, what they hand call for, I'm gettin' rich You get deaded, I get erections over revenge, kid You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave I'll lay a nigga down and steam roll away... [Hook 2X: Joe Hooker] Y'all can't see this That this might be the night This might be the night, that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye) [Outro: Puff Daddy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lets Get it on (Dirty Harry Blend)[Intro] Mic Check Bigger than Fred Wreck Uh, Check it out Uh, Check it out [Hook] It don't stop, It don't stop Watch the hit, Nigga It don't stop, It don't stop Watch the hit, Nigga [Sample] (Dirty Harry) (Yeah!) [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G] Big Poppa, Throwing nigga's off of cliffs Smoking Spliff's, Disappear With my Bitch In a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, "I kill you" Blood I'll spill true Did i say "Thank you" I grant you Three wishes, cause i be the Genie Niggas is Ass out Like Fat Bitches in Bikini's [Bridge] Read Between the lines See what i see I see the diary Of a Sick Bastard [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G] Junior M.A.F.I.A Blaster Ruger's on the hip's Bought Coke to Flip Chips More Bullets to Fill Clips, Check it Putting coke in corner store Bodegas In the back room playing SEGA, Street Fighter 2 I'm inviting you Get your writing crew, and They Dopest rhymes I get up in that Ass, Every time [Bridge 2] Lyrically, I'm Untouchable, Uncrushable Getting Mad blunted in a 600 [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G] Benz, Ask your friends who's the Illest licking shot Nigga's screaming, "Biggie Smalls, Tried to kill us" [Hook] It don't stop, It don't stop Watch the hip, Nigga It don't stop, It don't stop Watch the hip, Nigga [Verse 4] Junior M.A.F.I.A, Representing Bucktown Mac-11 Cocked back, Nigga's better duck down Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream Earrings the drama Biggie Bring Lets get itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The What (Unreleased Version)[Verse 1] [B.I.G.] All it's takin' Is some marijuana and I'm makin' MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon Back spins to windmills. Who's still the gin drinker? Ill thinker explodin' when the paper hits the ink Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6- The holocaust, BIG the merciless Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes I'm giving young minds statutory rape Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right? You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-(T-H-O-D Man) Don't tempt me, you don't wanna fuck with M-E [Method Man] Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja Comin' where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender Lookin' cold booty like your pussy in December Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and From Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin' Actin as if it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin' Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin' So what cha' want nigga, ya won't nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin' down your god damn door (and it goes a lil' somethin' like this) [Chorus: Method Man & Biggie] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop (And niggas pack the clips), keep on[Verse 2] [Method Man] Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin' niggas back in I.C.U I'm lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh No question, I be comin' down and shit Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man! Baby accept it, utmost respect it and (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens Bitch [B.I.G.] Welcome to my center Honeys feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at Now starts the cardiac arrest Where's your vest? You forgot now you slowly drop cuz your heart stopped Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin Niggas left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out Niggas wanna do me slugs just run through me Like trees to branches Cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon, plus (I got more Glocks and techs than you) I make it hot (Niggas won't even stand next to you) Nigga touch me you better bust me Tree times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so [Chorus: Method Man & Biggie] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop (And niggas pack the clips), keep on Motherfucker uh Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop (And niggas pack the clips), keep onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dead Wrong (Original Version)[Hook] The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 1] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers "Hail Mary, full of grace" Smack the bitch in the face, take her Gucci bag And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics "Make up to break up" Niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit, just the two hits Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humping around and jumping around Jacked her then I asked her, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G" Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong) [Hook] [Verse 2] Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, I'm making hits, no time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me Hoes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, y'all, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers For the burner, catch a body, I got styles like karate Jiu-jitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe, hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self; from Brooklyn, where else? Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop What you think, I'm stupid? My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep, huh, yo, Big, you're dead wrong [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Just a Memory[Intro: Diddy] Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G Let's go [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease Muah!, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Leer Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying So don't you get suspicious I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success, escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all Big don't fold y'all, (big don't fold y'all) I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you) You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die) [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace Your nobody 'til somebody kills you Do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace Your nobody 'til somebody kills you [Verse 2: Pusha T] Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk Spin out the work, as if it's on a ten spoke Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses That carried my niggas, and had the church mothers cursing Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!) On the flipside, the steel I'm gripping You thought all the floss had me slipping? Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing Lead give permanent concussion, you're nothing [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace Your nobody 'til somebody kills you Do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace Your nobody 'til somebody kills you [Verse 3: Malice] Ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car Bentley coupe another short of the arnage Even as a youth I was loitering the stoop Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns and no coof Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable And that pretty much leave Malice at the table Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle Because I'm a provider as long as I am able This here hughe the most foolish of blues When I tell my mom the price She damn near sent me to my room It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh [Hook] [Outro: Diddy] Biggie Duets... Born Again... Life After Death... Legacy lives on..and on, and on These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG Shit you ain't even here.. Motherfuckers better step their game up.. Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time! Motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mi Casa[Instrumental break] [Intro: R. Kelly] New York to Chi Perfect combination Kells, Biggie [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] You see, I don't sweat these hoes I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds Bitches just like to play the merry-go [Yeah we know, drop the scenario] It was me, Dee, the MPV The blunts and brew thang, knockin' some Wu-Tang M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit Light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp Needless to speak, the Gee's obsolete Don't sleep! Banged the skins in a week On the creep up the avenue I seen her on the block, who she rappin' to? That's my nigga Dee, damn he got Gee Now she fuckin him and fuckin me, see [Hook: R. Kelly] Mi casa, you casa (Oh) I ain't lookin for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh) Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh) You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh) Baby baby, can't you see? (Whoa) We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa) [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] Now I play her far like a moon play a star She still sweat me hard cause I'm a rap star I be cruisin up the block, I be passin her Pimpin hard with the female passenger And the only time I call her to hang Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, schemin on a gang-bang She should've used her intuition Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen She's sayin I dissed her cause I'm fuckin her sister A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh But she started that fuckin family She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? Plus your sister look better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you So break the fuck out like a rash I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit yo' nasty ass [Bridge: Charlie Wilson] Red bows, stilettos do please Hit fellas to show off yo' booty I'm hangin wit the best of them, sweet If you wanna, I'm a veteran When I show up to the club, it's V-I-P (Oh) When they dressin in the club if it's B.I.G. (Ooh wee) I'm not lookin to find a wife (Find a wife) Just someone to make a friend of mine [Hook: R. Kelly] Mi casa, you casa (Oh) I ain't lookin for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh) Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh) You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh) Baby baby, can't you see? (Whoa) We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa) [Verse 3: R. Kelly] I roll up, the black Impala I'm so high when I walk in the club I see this chick that used to get the dick Now she freakin on the floor, make a nigga reminisce Ah, wanna back in my ride again But I don't want no girlfriend See I just wanna hit it and we can be cool We can do this if you feelin the same way too Come on girl, lets go to my hotel After party all night in my hotel Pop mo', smoke 'dro in my hotel In twenty minutes, girl hit me on my cell [Hook: R. Kelly] Mi casa, you casa (Oh) I ain't lookin for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh) Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh) You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh) Baby baby, can't you see? (Whoa) We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ultimate Rush[Intro: Missy] + (B.I.G.) Uh (uh) Come on (uh) It goes B to the I to the G so proper Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out) Call us chief knockers [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby [Missy] Don't you know I'm the ultimate? To get this nookie, be fortunate Just like tastin pussy with pork in it People stop when I'm walkin in, I'm twist-in twistin 'em Back on ten, I'm talkin 'bout like when Mase come back again My ski's is immaculate, my paper stackin keep trackin I'm mackin yo slackin, reaction makes ya'll dicks grin I'm mo' better than gold diggers with figures Mo' bigger than Jigga's and even Paris Hilton's Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines Me won't give you none Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me The ultimate rush, get high baby Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines Me won't give you none Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me The ultimate rush, the drugs baby [Hook 2x] (w/ Biggie ad-libs) [Verse Two: B.I.G. & Missy Elliott Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love with 'em Hit 'em and forget 'em and go handle my business I like the kind of whine and dine, who grindin' all the time Yo ex girl was a fly, but now lucked up on a dime, nigga What is it with you, all you wanna do is lay around And stay around and get mad when I play around I like to lay never work, put your money in my purse To the mall, I go search matchin' shoes for my skirt Tuesday I saw you on the zee, but you still wanna get wit me Wednesday is the Benz day, that's what your friends say Me and my friends got your Benz, attractin' mens And spendin' dividends, blowin' like the wind [Hook 2x] (w/ Biggie ad-libs) [Verse Three: B.I.G. & Missy Elliott] So I guess you think I'm slippin' cause I ain't flippin' Baby, I'm Big Poppa, ain't no need to be trippin' I ain't trippin' nor flippin', I'm just liquor sippin' At the bar, tippin' wit your money, can you pay the difference? It seems like it's a waste of time, that's why I wrote the rhyme I hear you jump in every car, except for mines Nigga, I don't jump in cars, I'm a superstar Face way to flaw, you should hang me on your wall All I do all day is drink Tanqueray Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face Make me smile, see them teeth, me look cute down to them features My waste, my physique, me don't want freak-a-leek Should I wine and dine? You put ring on your fingers While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers Sex will never linger, hold up, put up the blinkers I flow just like sprinklers, give yo ass the middle finger You better slow your roll baby, you ain't got enough dough to pay me You know the pin number, just page me when you will baby [Hook 2x] (w/ Missy ad-libs)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wake Up{*Korn electric guitar plays until 0:33*} [Notorious B.I.G.] What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake [Korn] + (Notorious B.I.G.) I'm here, I'm watching you (if I should die before I wake) Love, the flesh, my blood's pourin through (if I should die before I wake) This, can be, reality (if I should die before I wake) Wake, up, my dead face I see (if I should die before I wake) My dead face I see, my dead face I SEE!! {*Korn electric guitar w/ indistinct shouting*} [Notorious B.I.G.] On your mark, get set, when I spark you're wet Look how dark it get when you're marked wit death Should I, start your breath or should I let you die If he start to cry, ask why? Lyrically, I'm worshipped, don't front, the word's sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit You herbs get, stomped quickly for raw T's and show money Don't forget the publishin, I'm punishin I'm done wit them, son I'm surprised you run wit them I think they got cumin, cause they nothin but bitch Tryna blow up like nitro wit dynamite sticks Mad I smoke, but yo I rock diamonds that's sick Got paper off my flow, ride wit my own click Take chicks to Cairo, layin wit yo' bitch I know you playin you was rich Fuck you prick, when I see you I'ma.. [Korn] + (Notorious B.I.G.) I am here, I'm watching you (when I see you I'ma..) Love, the flesh, my blood's pourin through (when I see you I'ma..) This, can be, reality (when I see you I'ma..) Wake, up, my dead face I see (when I see you I'ma..) My dead face I see (when I see you I'ma..), my dead face I SEE!! {*Korn electric guitar w/ rock-n-roll singing 'til end*} [Notorious B.I.G.] When I see you I'ma.. when I see you I'ma..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Come On (1st Take)[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes (What did the rest of them niggas do) Them motherfuckers was ready for anything Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them Niggas doing what they had to do holmes Niggas on the real flip mode homes Niggas coming out like a motherfucker Niggas was antsy, like come on, come on, motherfuckers! [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 1: Sadat X] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays Off the forehead, everything is real Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat? Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm A strange form, something kind of lyrical Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual Well, in God we trust, guns I bust Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping And, uh, do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that I bring? Make an MC wanna sing for a living Take the beatdown we fucking giving C'mon, motherfucker! [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 3: Sadat X] I walk slight but I carries a big stick Nobody pay me close, hey Biggie buy another toast My shit is set off Somebody screaming somebody is shot Is it over Crack, or a nigga will try to act? The big city don't spare no bodies Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis I'm in real form, ready to rush your dorm Hold back your mom 'cause I came for your daughter Is it time for slaughter, or should I pull the plug? Sometimes I get wild lifted, and niggas tell me I bug I claim now, this my set, somebody could be wet Ayo Biggie, give me the word and I'll let out the herd With that Uptown spliff, 45th inside the gift And we can do this Check it out [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello [Hook] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Suicidal Thoughts(Izzamuzzic Remix)[Intro] When I die..(B.I.G speech reversed) That's what I was...I wasn't killing myself shit Fuck,if I was gay,I wouldn't have to worry about nothin' I could just lay up,and be in heaven when I die [Verse 1:The Notorious B.I.G] When I die,fuck it,I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit,it ain't hard to fucking tell It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies Dressed in white,I like black Timbs and black hoodies God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit No sleeping all day,no getting my dick licked (Hanging with) Hanging with the goodie goodies Loungin' in paradise,fuck that shit I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I've been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother,even stealing out her purse Crime after crime,from drugs to extortion I bet my mother wish he got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Sucking on her chest,just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder if I die,would tears come to her eyes Forgive me for my disrespect (Forgive me) Forgive me for my lies [Interlude] I wasn't even like "How am I feeling right now?I feel like killing myself" ....It wasn't like that,I was just thinking like "Damn,stressed up in the same fucking room" [Verse 2:The Notorious B.I.G] My baby mother's 8 months,my little sister's 2 Who's to blame for both of 'em I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head threaten to pull shit And squeeze..until the bed's,completely red I'm glad I'm dead,a worthless fucking Buddha head The stress is building up,I can't I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind,I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' calling me Nah,you wouldn't understand.. You see it's kinda like what crack did to Pookie In New Jack,except when I cross over, There ain't no coming back Should I die on the train tracks,like Ramo in Beat Street People at the funeral fronting like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone She knew me and her sister had something going on I reached my peak,I can't speak Call my nigga Chic,tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of niggas lying,I'm sick of bitches hawkin' Matter fact,I'm sick of talking [Interlude:Bad Boy Records] Yo whattup man,did you hear that new toot Shit,nigga was talking 'bout how I fucked yo bitch,you know all that Shit and he was dissin' and shit I was like "Yo,what?"then I look in the back seat This is true talk,can't make this shit up This mo'fucka look in the back seat and was like "Oh shit,B.I.G!Lemme get a autograph" Yo,nigga(Laughter) [Outro:B.I.G&Headline News reporter] Yeah Uh I like my fleak,and tell me like I got on... Earlier this day in Los Angeles,Wallace, Also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a Passing vehicle He had been named Rap Artist of The Year at the Billboard Awards 1995 (inhale) (exhale) (GUNSHOT)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy House of Pain[Intro] "It's the same murder! You made our streets into what these people call the 'killing field!'" [Verse 1: 2Pac] The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I'm livin', I'm a hustler Buckin' busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard? Niggas got they AKs headin' for them 'burbs Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain [Interlude] "In a city that's upset by the challenge of racial tension at many levels, where the level of violence is higher this year than last" "Our city is a war zone" [Verse 2: Stretch] Yo, I'm hunting down this nigga and he know so he stressin' He better count his blessings and get ready for this lesson The Stretch 'bout to teach him when I reach him with the MAC And lay that ass down on his motherfucking back, Jack Slack is something that a nigga don't take His moms run the church, so I'ma see her at his fucking wake Make way, the nigga paid me the other day I'm walking with my son and the nigga got somethin' to say Hey! The nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted He shoulda watched America's Most, I'm listed For killing motherfuckers like him So I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin Flim flam, god damn, I'm not the one Before I choke him and smoke him I'm gonna smack him with my fuckin' gun Son, you made your last mistake and I don't know your name But welcome to the House of Pain [Interlude 2] "In the second such case in recent memory, a Bronx woman being charged with murder in the shooting death of her daughter over her crack habit" [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Coughing) Huh, the country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin' Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth With the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that a killing is thrilling? All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow-point slug So when he licked shots, niggas dropped Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tryna squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Payin' dues, while kids was on they one's and two's Huh, now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain I'm livin' in the house of pain [Outro] "He reportedly tried to hide behind a parked car and then beg for his life before he was killed" "A hostage in Brooklyn threatened with death, we have—" "Registered this morning, they were kidnapped, held for ransom and strangled to death" "They hurt us, humiliated us, took stuff for granted, stole from our community"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Lean Back Remix[Intro] Brooklyn X4 Bronx X4 Queens Bridge X4 Uptown X4 [Hook] YEAH Where Brooklyn at x6 Lean back lean back Where Brooklyn at x6 Lean back lean back [Verse 1] I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses Smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13 A chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black Smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope I dont get shot Better throw my vest on ma chest cause niggas is a mess It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something Buggin and buckin at niggas like I was duck huntin Dumbin out just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway) [Hook] Ma niggas dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway Lean Back (Brooklyn) Lean Back (Uptown) Lean Back (Queensbridge) Lean Back (Bronx) Say Ma niggas dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back [Verse 2] Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew from the Projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece Sure do two 22s in ma shoes Holla if u need me luv, I'm in the house Roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about Moet poppin ho hoppin ain't no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy Niggas wanna front who got ur back? Biggie Niggas wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie It ain't hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser Nigga u scared ur supposed to Nigga I toast ya put fear in ur heart F**k up the party before it even start Is he drunk over henny and skunk Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks [Hook] [Verse 3] Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress I think I might just Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one How to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist and was smokin Drinking got the Hooker thinking If money smell bad then this ni**a biggie's stinkin Is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm Im hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken Ni**as start to Loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a F**KING fight broke out Can't we just all get along? So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil' Shawn ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 1995 Westwood Freestyle (Me & Craig)[Craig Mack] Flip funk in the UK Pass the ill fill And I can feel all the Flava Kicking from the UA- US neighbour Kick all the Flava Do the Mack do, what you wanna do, you savour This step is called the BRU to the T Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down Mack is inside your town Busting lyrics tourture like the missiles slow you down Sup with B.I.G? Pass the microphone to you so I can take a puff [The Notorious B.I.G] Who throw gats to Guiliani? Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me, die G Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out the tip of his dick Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit Spit clips, niggas split like bananas Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach I strangle each Negro for they dough Niggas get to bendin', got two cases, one pending 560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin' In 929 Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha The menage-a-trois is at my crib Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50 sacks in the back of Ac's Windows cracked, so sit back relax Craig, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash [Craig Mack] Well, BANG! let's kick it off like a butt More fakes than Allen front to leave you lost like a treasure hunt From now on, y'all crossed the land Craig Mack's the upper hand with more rhymes than the beach got sand You're an MC, yo my original job is that mistaken raps'll guarantee you look like a slob I got more rhymes than kids got the measles You shooting needles, we are bigger than The Beatles I crush , hush with the Super Sunday rush We're trotting to the cot cause your style turns back to mush I flip out the funk off the frame Now you know my name- Mackalicious, ain't you got a king? Before 10:00 Westwood, I'm no good Shaking from here to back to Breckwood On One FM rap show, the illest flow that you ever heard on your radio Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man, take the microphone and kick the wicked like a man [The Notorious B.I.G] I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims Flipping mixtapes to bitches feeding me grapes Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed make my ass wanna KILL FOUR PEOPLE! Forget the dames, gimme the range and the wain My niggas up the pawn drop top jag walls Blindfold you when you step in the car That's the superstar status apparatus, more wings than clutches Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine Lick off the wine as my seats recline I want a presidential Rollie So I crush MC's, the guacamole making Robin scream "Holy Molly!" Big Poppa, off the caper, I'm that paper crusader Playing Sega in a widebody blazer And if you don't know now you know My flow you pick like an afro Wet like Soul Glo ...Uh, you don't stop... [Notorious B.I.G] Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you, blood will spill too Did I say thank you? I grant you Three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines, see what I see? I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior M.A.F.I.A blaster Rugers on the hips, bought coke to fill chips More burners to fill clips, check it... Putting coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega Streetfighter 2 I'm inviting you, get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes I'll get up in that ass every time Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in a 600 Benz Ask your friends who's the illest Licking shots niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us [Craig Mack] I get ill... It's time for a funk refill of rhymes that I kill as I shoot 'em in the grill MC's, I'm not impressed Your best don't just throw your chest Where's the bullet proof or the wool vest, won't matter Your chest will shatter On the tip of my dick baby you are the badder MC's now feel funktified They tried but now they died [The Notorious B.I.G] Biggie bring big bowls of beef Backing bitch niggas down burners bring bundles of belief Common thief slash drug chief, syndicated Went from 10k to 24k, competition hated, J.M. sedated Quarantine Big for president, busting shots past your spleen 9 millimeter dreams, Mac 11 nightmares Which MC's do you fear? Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A, nuff said Niggas disrespect just I dead [Craig Mack] Just I dead MC's will turn red from the shot I lick, Ceaser sick Too much shagging, too much drinking, too much thinking MC's are blinking the third eye when I pass by Mackalicious got the sweet potato fried for you motherfucker, I... touch the microphone I do or die, make the hardest motherfucker cry when a MC pass by I flip rhymes off the top of my head just like Raid I spray MC's until they dead A vocal volcanic microphone, robotic tonic atonic The microphone is mine so MC's panic I get down for my ground You could see I met James Brown in your town Flipping funk on a Friday on my malware In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway, driveway Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe Ill bend flows when I go... From flow to top ten... to dough... Flow ill flow, Badboy down said so So Biggie Smalls my man, take command Turn each MC you see into sand (Change of beat) [Craig Mack] I stretch the funk like my name was Plastic Man Eating MC's out the can in my hip-hop wonderland I got the venom like the snake's got the venom, I put it in 'em Faces turn bluer than my denim But don't look down though my name is David Banner Flipping green on the mic cause they can't control my gamma So stop hogging us, Mack's the erogenous So rap full grown, see us the acrogynous There ain't a rapper liver than the rebel My voice don't carry treble, eat MC's like a vegetable Crack a few stepping on the pedal Heavy off the medal, life's stronger waiting for the sun to settle King MC, for that I thank the LORD Ill vocal chords sometimes you get the style bored As we break it down, Biggie Smalls represent Brooklyn your hometown (Change of Beat) [The Notorious B.I.G] Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benzito Hitting fannies, spending chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets 6 up in your wig-piece, nigga decease Mxwaah! May you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours .44 and 54 draws As my pilot, steers my Lear- yes, my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying So don't you get suspicious I'm Big dangerous you're just a little vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (Change of beat) [The Notorious B.I.G] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada Fuck Poppa, you got to call me Francis M.H. White Intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low, keep firing Keep extra clips for extra shit Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap The most shady, Frankie baby Ain't no telling where I may be May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something You should know my steelo Went from 10 G's for blow to 30 G's a show To orgies with hoes I never seen before So, Jesus, get off the Notorious' Penis before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it With the chrome and metal shit Make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great AdventureEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Born Again (Intro)[Spoken: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] What about ten years from now? Ten years from now, where do I want to be? I wanna be... just livin', man Just living comfortably with my niggas, man In a pool and shit, smoking plenty indo, you know I'm saying? I got my wife, just lounging with my wife, you know I'm saying? With my daughter, her daughter, you know Just laid back, just chillin', you know I'm saying? Living all my niggas is living where I think I be? Ten years, I don't think I will see it For real dog, for real, man That shit ain't promised, man I don't think my luck is that good, I hope it is But if it ain't, so be it, I'm ready (You're dead wrong) [Chant] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Repeat til fade out]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Love No Ho (Demo)[Intro] Yo Bigs, man, what's wrong man? You look like you got problems man [Notorious B.I.G.] Hey yo man, psh man.. It's this fuckin' bitch, man! Shit, I know I ain't s'posed to have no feelings for these hoes out here man, but This bitch on the back of my mind man (word?) Yeah man... done wrote a rhyme 'bout the bitch man (Let me hear it) Want me to drop the drama kid? (Yeah) Yeah, dedicatin this to you man Cause my man 50 Grand told me straight up and down man I ain't 'sposed to love NO ho Knahmsayin? I tried to tell her 50 I got three rules in life I'm not to be played with, played on or played out I'mma drop it like this [Verse One] Lyin' in my bed, I'm lookin' at four walls Echo in my head sayin' I got a lot of gall Grippin' my cap, my pen in my teeth Thinkin' what this ho said, she called me a thief She said I stole her heart, and didn't leave a trace I told her I was sorry, and she said "get out my face" Walked out my door with my Walkman in my pocket Playin "Love Is a House," and thinkin how she jocked it When she had the key, to open up my door Adore, that Prince scan that bought me on the floor I know that she loved me, I couldn't ever fake it I say go buy a pie, the girl would go bake it Makin' a record was important to me More important than her that's what made her flee, see The mistake was not payin' no mind All her posse said we was "two of a kind" I call her back twice, your sister said you're broke She said "when you left, your ears was full of smoke Chokin' on a cigarette, you don't even smoke!" Jumped in the train station put in a token Coulda been my partner, amigo, my peer Just waitin' for them three words that all girls wanna hear "I love you," huh, you would start to cry, if I would reply with I.L.Y Then I tell your friends that you played me out Said I wouldn't say "I love you" just to make you shout So I, call up 7 digits that would pick up your phone Your sister picked it up and said that you wasn't home I heard you in the back cryin' up a storm Screamin' how you wish that I never was born "I hate him! I hate him!" That's what she kept sayin She'll come to her senses is what I kept prayin' But now I'm gonna lay the cards on the line Just say that you hate me, or say that you're mine I said, when I played ball you was in the stands When I was sick, you held my hand It was hard to say before, but now I can Bitch, I love no ho, fuck ya! [Interlude:] I don't give a fuck about'cha Take a long walk off a short pier, bitch Tryna to take bankrolls Bum bitches outta here 50, man Now check this [Verse Two] Come to my crib, she say, "B.I.G. listen I don't like the way you been dissin'" Feel like I been kissin' other bitches cause my lips feel chapped I tell you "it's from the blunts," you ain't tryin to hear that Now I'm Henny'd like a fuck? What's the riff? Who I'm sleepin with? I ain't got the time To shoot the gift to hoes, I'm tryin to take bankroll I ain't fuckin nobody, case closed You hit the lights and decide to doze off No kiss goodnight, didn't take your clothes off And my dick is harder than a rock Nobody to cockblock but you's a hardrock The fuck you think I am, gay? I ain't got no time to play I ain't got nothin' to say Bounce out the crib, just to see my man 50 And what's up with B.I.G And the O.G.B., you know they keep plenty hookers And I ain't a bad looker So I see one ho that I like yeah, oooh Shit is cool [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G., ?] Trust no hoes, all they want is bankroll That's what I'm tryin to tell you now baby My man 50 done schooled me to all y'all hookers Knahmsayin? I ain't lame to this Can't spell game without me, the B.I.GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy House of Pain (Bad Boy Remix)[Intro: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre] Born Again, pain [Verse 1: 2Pac & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre] The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go Now how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame? From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I’m livin? I’m a hustler, buckin' busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard? Niggas got they AKs headin' for the 'burbs Aimin' at them skin head bitches let it rain (House of pain, oh) Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain [Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre] House of pain (Joe Hooker), house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain Welcome to the house of pain [Verse 2: Stretch & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre] Yo, I’m hunting down this nigga and he knows so he’s stressin' He better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson 'Cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the MAC And lay that ass down on this motherfuckin' back, jack Slack is somethin' that a nigga don't take His moms run the church, so I'ma see her at his fuckin' wake Make way, the nigga paid me the other day I'm walking with my son, and the nigga had somethin' to say Hey, the nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted He should've watch Americans Most, I'm listed For killin' mothafuckers like him So I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin Flim-flam, goddamn, I'm not the one Before I'ma choke him and smoke him I'ma smack him with my fuckin' gun Son you've made your last mistake and I don't know your name (House of pain, whoa) But welcome to the house of pain [Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain Welcome to the house of pain [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G. & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre] The country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin' Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8 shot fifth With the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that killing is thrilling? All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing A born gangster, my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow point slug So when he licked shots, niggas dropped Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tryna squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain (House of pain) I'm livin' in the house of pain [Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain (Woah), house of pain Welcome to the house of pain (We might die in here) House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain Welcome to the house of pain [Outro: Harve 'Joe Hooker' Pierre] Woah, woah (This is a tribute) Woah, woah (Bad Boy) Woah, woah (House of Pain) Woah, woah Woah, woah (Ch, lost) Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Party and Bullshit (Ratatat Remix)[Biggie] I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the tre` duce And the duce duce in my bubblegoose Now i got the mack in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?" And can i bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot But i throw my vest on my chest 'Cause niggas is a mess It don't take nothin' but frontin' For me to start somethin' Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like i was duck huntin' Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is... Chorus: Party... And bullshit, and... (x9) [Biggie] Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice Sure do, two .22's in my shoes Holler if you need me love i'm in the house Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY Niggas wanna front, who got your back? Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser Nigga you scared you're supposed to Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart Fuck up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks! Chorus (x9) [Biggie] Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, i think i might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun And have fun with Jamaician rum Conversations, blunts in rotation My man Big Jacques got the Glock in his waist and We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hittin' skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken Niggas start to look out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out [Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"] [Biggie] Can't we just all get along? So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that [Chorus w/ Puff Daddy talking after selected lines] Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit And Party... and Bullshit Repeats until fade outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Grab My Gun[Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick Give your testicles a swift kick ain't that some shit Am I hard-hardcore harder than the Plymouth It ain't no myth. It's a nigga with a spliff And a chrome four-fifth pressed on yo back So what you want nigga? How you wanna act? I'm uncivilized cause I love to see niggas die Brains all leaking out on the street And the pastor preaching: he was a good man Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis You fuck with the high die you die You're the same motherfucker If you look up in the sky I want some old nex shit Suplex shit Hardcore sex shit [Hook:] Grab the 9, 2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] A repetitive loop all I need to display Solo is the proof I put it to you boy Hope you got the scoop Biggie Smalls the rap genius I keep the Glock by the penis The cleanest cut fuck sluts With the big humongous butts I used to rub a butt My style is Gucci like the hookers pussy And it don't take a lot of back talk To push me into flamin 'em Like that little nigga Damien Glock 19 to my motherfucking cranium Gang-thight gun toting motherfucker Niggas in they brains thought biggie was a sucker I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em I stripped 'em, cause niggas dont want the friction Told you before how I bring the drama Slaying Larry Johnson and his grand mama! [Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga when I get busy, throw ya hands in the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality Niggas be grabbing me, knowing that they rather be stabbing me All up in my back, try'na take my track When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels A nigga front throw a gat to the fool next one to move is getting blasted Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard As I release Master piece it's like indecent Stuck to your ass like tissue when you're wiping fast MC's have a hard time believin' I'm marked with death hard to kill like Steven With Jacob I'm leavin' the black man's motto: "You got a better chance playing lotto" [Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets, a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ms Wallace (Outro)Hi I'm Voletta Wallace, Biggie's mom I wish to thank you for your kind words You warm gestures and your constant support over the years I also need to share with you a few words about my son Please take a few moments and listen I hope you gain something from it, thanks As a child Christopher was outspoken When it suited him at times he was quiet And of course he was mischievous as all little boys are As a young man he liked to do everything He liked to read, he liked to be with his friends As young kids or young boys he enjoyed life Everything that would make him happy or comfortable He would do but mostly he enjoyed being with his friends and family His early inspirations toward rap music were The LL's of the world, the Sugar Hills, the Mr. Magics And the Fat Boys of the rap channel Those were all the things I heard in the house Even though I called it noise and banging I know now, it is a accepted musical art form I was a single parent, I raised my son on my own His father had no influence on his decision Towards the musical outlet or career he chose My son had a mind of his own, even if his father was around He would have turned to rap he loved music, he loved rap At a point in my son's life he developed paranoia About death and about the dying We are living in a world of imperfect human beings Where greed, jealousy and envy Are manifested by what others have accomplished in life My son was very very much aware of that He appreciated his station in life on the directions In which he was going or traveling On the other hand there were others Who I should use the hip hop phrase player hating And I think that is what resulted in his paranoia If I had to change anything in my son's life That would have allowed him to be here today I would have deterred him from a career in music I'm aware that millions appreciate his music, millions loved his music Be that it may if he hadn't chosen that lifestyle, that career My son would be alive today If I could sum up Christopher in one word the word would be generous The thing that my son loved most about life was the fact that He was in a position to help, position to share Position to give to others who needed, to others who wanted To others appreciated the gifts that he gaveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stickup[Produced by 3rd Eye] [Intro: 3rd Eye, Face] I get paid, you get slayed I get paid, you get slayed I get paid, you get slayed Uh I get paid, you get slayed We in this mothafucka for real I get paid, you get slayed Y'all know what time it is I get paid, you get slayed Everybody hit the motherfucking floor [Chorus: All, Face with 3rd Eye] Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed [Verse 1: 3rd Eye] I got gats, best to back up off me Get that ass open like a body part melting I make up and I break niggas, snakes stabbin' snake I rock techniques (Ah!), y'all freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all bring all 2 of them Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know? Them niggas from the ghetto, no, we don't be bullshitting 1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped 'Cause I'm strapped, ready to catch a body Biggie got the burner, TROO-KULA got the shotty Niggas wanna step into my cycle And I roll on the trifling, flow like Living, backstabbing, crabbing You dirty rat, I'm not trying to hear that Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at Let me get that, man, I'm with that Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that The night tripper, script flipper Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper Nobody's ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar Look mom, I'm blowing up Your little son is doing stickups [Verse 2: Capital LS] Yo, yo, fuck that, I'm here to bust up out a crack track In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack Think I'm a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax? Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thump's done Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs Gunshots around the mad blocks (We funky niggas) So don't try to check the dick Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution Chris the capital L to the freak the L So open the hatch and let the juice spill [Chorus: All, Face] Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed [Verse 3: TROO-KULA] Here yee, have you heard of me, '93 Take a look-sie, you don't even know me Well, I flip that shit like them racist niggas up in California See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that Fuck that, having that I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine I may burn your priest yo My nigga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah) Leave us alone, we can hold our own Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it Where's the funeral, burial? I'm coming strapped It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back I'm the gat toter (Say what?), body bloater (Say what?) Hudson River (I heard), nigga shipper [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host "Introducing-" yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, because my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'm burn, I'm burning hot Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow 'Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit That's why I take 'em out quick The mic's done had it, you can suck my motherfucking dick If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot because you're—knock, knock, knock, who's there? Another motherfucking heart rock Slacking on your macking cause raw's what you lack Don't wanna react, but just bring it on back [Chorus: All, Face] Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.] Let me begin, the .357's to your abdomen Shh, listen, Biggie's on a mission I'm startin' to drool, give me the jewels You know the rules, nigga Throw ya face down in the river Cement shoes, I do bruise Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack Two all-beef patties, special sauce, who's the boss? I got the gun and make you "Jump" like Kriss Kross And when I squeeze, nigga pleaseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Long Kiss Goodnight (Original){Intro:] Yo I'mma smoke this nigga, man.. What the fuck y'all doin' man? You fuckin' with the jam master (Time, time for you to die) As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight) I ain't fuckin with you niggas, I ain't fuckin with you niggas This stupid nigga, man Fuck that Uh Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo! [Verse 1:] I make yo' 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 fo'-fo's, 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 da 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 strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at ya (we ain't mad at ya) Blood rushin', concussions, ain't nothing Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumping I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system Knockin' Mase 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 [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)] Time, time for you to die (dick-ridin' ass niggas everywhere..) As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight (there's more than one dick to ride in the rap game) (no doubt, no doubt) Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] What, what, what, what? I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fucking 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 bleeding 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' tryin' to break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the marine-blue, six Coupe Skeeted out, weeded out, cleanin' out -- the block For distances, givin' long kisses bitch! [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Frank White the menacing, 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 new comer 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 yo' 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 green'd 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 fo' times Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck that! That nigga tryna be on that up and coming shit, FUCK THAT! I ain’t the type to toot my horn, but toot toot motherfucker! I’m the nicest nigga in the game, man! Face the motherfucking facts man! You fuckin' with the other side! You can’t see me! You can’t see me! In a fistfight you won’t SEE me nigga! Sick of this bullshit Only reason I ain’t naming no names, is so I don't give these bitch-ass niggas a chance to make a record coming back just to sell a few units Faggots! (we blowin' kisses at you niggas) Old dirty half-ass niggas, man..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Never Dead[Biggie: Verse 1] All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From staying in my business, what is this, relentless Approach to know if I'm broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock 16 shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfucking meet again I'm doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick The funk, baby [Chorus 2x} They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losing my mind Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry Never will I die, I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack, put the pistol to my head [2pac: Verse 2] Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucker peep pain At point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin' the dice Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em Cause ain't no tellin' what ya might roll You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold You better live ya life to the fullest Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it And even if they kill me They can never take the life of a young G [Chorus 2x] [Biggie: Verse 3] Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, I think I might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun And have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out [2pac] I live Thug Life, and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G [Chorus] [2pac: Verse 4] Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin' Kinda boomin' round the way, think today I make a killin' Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block Just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin' from the cops Gettin' high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck Rather die makin' money, than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo [Biggie: Verse 5] So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests 50-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfucking helicopter That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdeameanor Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina [2pac: Verse 6] They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did like the police, let the whole world know Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin' me down And facin' me now, what do I do? These things that a Thug goes through And still I riseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Juicy Clean Version for my class useYeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers That told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' To make some money to feed my daughter To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? It's all good baby, baby, check it It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirsty Damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all, it's all good EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Whatchu Want[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit? Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with a spliff And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act? I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas die Brains all leaking out on the street And the pastor preaching "He was a good man." Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis You fuck with the high guy, ya die You the same motherfucker yelling "Look up in the sky!" I'm on some old neck shit Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit And TEC shit, whatchu want nigga?! [Hook: ???, The Notorious B.I.G, talking] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? (x8) (Poppin' that straight up, niggas really know) (True hardcore, fuck is wrong with you?) (Junior M.A.F.I.A) (OGB) (50 Grand, yeah) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] A repetitive loop All I need to destroy a soloist or group Huh, I put it to ya boy Hope you got the scoop Biggie Smalls, the rap genius I keep the Glock by the penis, the cleanest cut Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts Huh, I use a rubber, but My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me Into flamin' 'em, like that little nigga Damien Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker I tricked 'em -- I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em I stripped 'em, cause niggas don't want the friction Told you before how I bring the drama Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandmama Whatchu want nigga?! [Hook: ???] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? (x8) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga When I get busy, throw your hands to the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me All up in my back, trying to take my track When I used to sell crack, I ain't have problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels A nigga front? Throw the gat to the fools Tears don't effect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G Disrespect me? My potency is deadly Once the venom hits the cerebellum My lips get chapped, and my hards start swellin' Keep the nine millimeter by the Peter To kill a motherfucker, don't a think feel sweeter Oooohh, it make my head hurt, the blood spurt The robbery expert's berserk Whatchu want nigga?! [Hook: ???] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Biggie Smalls Got That Hype Shit[Sampled] "Well, who is 'Biggie Smalls'?" [Intro] Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house, you know what I'm saying I'ma nice long rhyme on this funky track You know how we get down, yo [Verse 1] Shake your head and say damn (yeah!) When the words from Big-man Explode like an ash-can While DJ Fifty Grand Kick beats like Van Damme That fighting ass nigga? Introducing the supreme Bigga, nigga! Yes, it's the B I break with the bonus Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents Bucks plug out ya brain Break your back bone Send ya back home Back to the wack zone Try to underrate the heavy weight But when I dominate, you couldn’t wait to play me on your tape Press rewind, maybe two times or three times Here to rhyme, to blind your mind like Moonshine Biggie Smalls got bitches in Brazil, boy Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy The complete opposite of a kill-joy Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill, boy Niggas run up, they say "Big, I wanna battle ya! I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica? Look at you, you're shaking like a pair of dice! And when I rip ya, rob ya, roast ya then you'll say I'm trice! Man, don't try to gas me or juice me Smoke you like a loosie I pack a MAC, you pack a deuce-deuce, G So press up Before you messed up That's your best luck The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4 And the tag on your toe will read Derelict Pass the blunt, I take a hit Pass the drink, I take a sip Pass the skins, I take a dip Pass my loot, before I flip Man, brother, man, brother man! I thought you knew the pedigree of the B.I.G Cut emcees like lumberjacks cutting trees Rip microphones like Freddy rip kids Like car rigs do bids My burner's always there To the back, to the side, to the front Smoke a blunt, break ya like Ivana broke Trump You little young chump Yeah, reach for your gun Make sure you get done Be a ghost like Michael Landon And the rhyme keeps flowing Like the rabbit with the drum, I keep going and going And showing MC's how to flow, yo I smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo "Be slow bro! Slow down before you get slowed down, quick!" Which burner you wanna get hit with, pick! I'm the wrong nigga to be fucking with So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that hype shit! [Chorus] Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! [Verse 2] Lyric enhancement is a must That's why I bust Dope raps like a burner bust caps I'm used to making tracks That's why my rap sounds like that I get my props and all my pats on the back B-I, double G-I-E Smalls Who the nigga in the place? Watch him fall Check all the pockets for some loot Take the girl, knock the boots If she's cute, I'm the pimp, she's the prostitute Hey! Sippin' on the heineken Ain't a rapper finer than The B.I.G and Fifty Grand Suckers better try again Before you get lifted and twisted You better smoke a spliff, kid I'm gifted Fill it to the tip, with the dope shit Nigga, fifty-shot clip to my hip Skip to my lou, special shout-outs to my crew Fifty Grand and the OGB flucture through I'm dynamite, out of sight on the mic Three and two, Frank got ya sleeping with the night light So wake up and smell the coffee You're nothing but a softie Rappers screaming "Biggie, get off me!" Don't have me go off, G Cause I'm just lukewarm And I'm not the type to toot my own horn But uh, toot toot! I take my timbo boots And just lose it You fucking piece of bowel movement! My tec got a long clip Biggie Smalls got the hype shit! [Chorus] Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! [Outro] Yo, special shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, y'all know what time it is My man Fifty Grand, and his man Ayo, my man Big O in the house, you know what I'm sayin' Recognize the pedi', that OGB in full effect I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Funk[Intro: Nate Dogg] Black Cadillac, on vogues Sittin' back thinkin' Thing ain't the same no mo' We want Biggie Big up to the east-coast Brooklyn don Heads still bouncin' Tell the DJ what we want (Biggie Smalls! Uh) We want Biggie [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back Talking about the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore Appeal that you're screaming Maybe I'm dreaming This ain't Christopher Williams, still some MC's got to feel one Caps, I got to peel some To let niggas know (let 'em know!) That if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who - says me, the lyrical Niggas saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas acting shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby [Hook: Nate Dogg] When they ask us what we want (the funk) We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk) Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby) Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Live and die for the funk We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk) Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby) Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? [Verse 2: Redman] Aw, it's nothing but funk in this motherfucker here! Ayo, it's Redman dog, you know the deal I'm watching New Jack City in my steering wheel Man I love for the funk, I'll kill that wheel Nigga fucking large I'm in the NFL Killer, the man on fire like Denzel I rock steady, my heat'll make your wind-mill That's real, dot, R-A-W, straight out my mother womb Right to the rubber room, I'm psycho, automatics Since a younging, blowing funk boosts with half-sticks I ain't give a fuck, now I'm trying to own a mountain Standing on it yelling "regular!" B. Smalls, Nate Dogg on the same beat We fuck hoes, send 'em home like the Yankees Brick City, yeah nigga, a threat That's how I act when Bad Boy cut Killa a check Yep, haha [Hook: Nate Dogg] When they ask us what we want (the funk) We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk) Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby) Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Live and die for the funk We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk) Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby) Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Real talk, nigga, Flip Mode Squad's in the building Put your ones up, tribute the god, look All gathered around, bounce to the funk Got the whole club stink with the aroma of the skunk Now, bang it out the trunk, nigga, ain't nothing change Rep Big in a horde, like he still on St. James Check it, nigga gon' see why we try We continue to rep the funk in the name of the god B.I Get dressed, mamis try to step up in the spotlight We honoring one of the greatest, yes we gotta rep him right Homie I ain't done, let me keep giving you funk shit Busta Bust does just what he do, now let me run shit Yeah, peep heat we bringin', rep the funk to the fullest Still, keep we keep drillin', niggas all up in they head 'Cause I said we always will, and Put it down for Big-Heavy, still B.K. swinging The funk, baby [Hook: Nate Dogg] When they ask us what we want (the funk) We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk) Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby) Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Live and die for the funk We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk) Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby) Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ready To Die (Bridgeport Sample Removed)[Intro: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, yeah You ready, motherfucker? (You ready, motherfucker? Uh, uh) We gon' kill your ass (Kill your ass) I'm ready [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage (Uh) Teflon is the material for the imperial Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q (Uh-huh) 45, Glocks and TECs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh (Ha) My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die [Chorus] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook (Yeah) Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks (Uh-huh) A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus Getting paid is all I expected My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck? Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck Shit is real and hungry's how I feel I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal (Okay) Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet The infrared's at your head real steady You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready to die Yes, I'm ready Nah, we ain't gonna kill your ass yet So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die We gon' make you suffer [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] In a sec I throw the TEC to your fucking neck Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some wreck (Yeah) Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin' You better act like CeCe and keep on walkin' When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane, niggas say I'm strange Deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain (That's right) Make your shit splatter Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit Down your backbone to where your motherfucking shit drip (Woo) The shit I kick, rippin' through the vest Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Time to go, we gon put you out your misery motherfucker Niggas definitely know what time it is Yes, I'm ready The Notorious one in full effect for '93 (Yeah) Yes, I'm ready Uhh, uhh Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Suicidal, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Uh So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Uh, uh, uh [Outro: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah) Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take 'Cause I'm ready to die I'm ready I'm ready All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to, haha I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready Biggie Smalls the biggest man I'm ready Rocking on and on in '93 Easy Mo Bee Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam I don't wanna see no crying at my funeralEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy “B.I.G. Live in Jamaica (Intro)”[Jamaican host] Ladies and Gentlemen We're gonna ask you for some fanfare...the band fanfare because...ladies and gentlemen...sting has always gone ahead of itself They have done it again and again and again I remember the year they brought in the fat boys they were hotter then ten thousand fire sides And if you know...and if you enjoy hip-hop...if you want one of the coldest brothaz out of North America...a brotha that gave you a song like Juicy... [Biggie] Uh-huh... [Jamaican Host] You hear a crew in Jamaica with something that goes like this "Who the heck is this Paging me in the morning At the crack of dawning" [Biggie] Yeauh! [Jamaican Host] Please welcome...for the first time...in Sting 96...Please welcome (welcome...welcome) The Notorious....the Notorious...B.I.G...AKA-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brew GuzzlerUh "Take a sip" Whaaat? Uh [Verse] I know you're thinkin', "Well, goddamn, what he drinkin'? The crooked letter, no other beer feel better I used to be a hustler, now I'm a twenty-two brew guzzler Other beers, I'm not lovin' ya Forget the great taste that's less fillin' I'd rather have some Ides and some dimes in the crib chillin' Or in the six relaxin', honeys in the back Crackin' six-packs, rubbin' my back "Big Poppa, you all that" - that's what they whisper "Hey mister, do you have the beer with the eye on the twister?" He points to the freezer, me bein' a playa Big Poppa, show stoppa, throw ya cans in the air! From Bed-Stuy to Van Nuys St. Ides make eyes droop like Chinese, so why try these? Other beers just don't pass the test S-T dot I-D-E to the S And I'm out!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Basement Freestyle[Intro: Notorious B.I.G] Yo We up in the basement, you know what I'm saying? DJ Enuff, my man Fresco This is just me, the Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect [Verse: Notorious B.I.G] Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make heads rock, tote Glocks Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out your dreadlocks Who got the props? Biggie Who got the Glock? Biggie But who is he? You can't get my description, you need a prescription Two doses of the ferocious Feel the weight when I'm crushing 'em, bumrushing 'em Stuffing 'em, I put the pressure on em, hon Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ, He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu It's me, the Notorious B.I.G-G.I.E Smalls, yo! This is for chumps that don't know who I am I had a song on the soundtrack "Who's The Man?" The single was dope, but the movie didn't slam Emcees is like JJ's moms, "Damn, damn damn!" Is it because I rip the props or beat the cops? I got more dough than a pizza shop Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out like Arnold and that "whatchu talkin 'bout Willis?" 7 Mac Elevens, 8 .38s nine 9s, ten MAC 10s, the guns never end! Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bust A Nut[Intro: Too $hort] Biatch [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I got a bitch that suck my dick 'til I nut Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up Ain't that a slut, (Hell yeah) she even take it in the butt Fuck for about an hour, now she want a golden shower You didn't know that we be pissing on hoes, bitch Luke and Biggie straight shitting on hoes, bitch Lick your toes bitch, fuck no, you must be crazy Squirt in your face and then I'm swayze Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked Leave your number by the phone, bring your ass on home I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way With the flyest bitch getting head on the highway My way, deep throat on Luke's boat When the moon rises, I'm cuming in her eyes-es Just the way playas play Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day Sucked all day, smoking blunts, counting cheese Fucking bitches 'til they assholes bleed Check it out [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Don't love no ho, that's my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp Don't love no ho, that's my principle [Verse 2: Webbie] Action, ass clappin', back bends White and Filipin-ian with a black friend Lil' 'tiva, lil' Hen, room 810 Got them hoes loose as a goose and I ain't playin' Hit that nigga Biggie and told him to fall in Boosie big head and Diddy was all there Suck that dick good, put all of the balls in Had to make sure them hoes had teeth so y'all grin I want a lil' anal, ya heard me, so y'all bend All the way over, y'all knees to y'all chin Buss that ass open, I squeeze that log in What's wrong with ya, baby? Y'all scream like y'all kids Grippin' on the titties, I like when they all big Mouth got dry, had to take me a small swig Bent that ass right back over and hauled in Nutted all over the flo', shit, we all did [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Too $hort)] In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Don't love no ho, that's my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp ($hort Dog in the house) Don't love no ho, that's my principle [Verse 3: Too $hort] That bitch ain't mine But when I spit that line That was all it took for me to get that dime And right away she let me hit one time Niggas talk a lot of game but that shit don't rhyme I was all up in her head when that bitch got scared Realized I was a pimp and not just a player Me and Biggie took some hoes to see the city When they found out Diddy's Rolls cost 350 They was cryin', ain't no feelings involved You can save your emotions, girl, give me it all She's beautiful, but I ain't tryna steal her heart If you don't understand $hort, I'm just realer than y'all I got the game from the streets and you went to college But game is just a street term, it means knowledge Books and bitches, it's all the same They know our names, we live forever through the game [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Don't love no ho, that's my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp Don't love no ho, that's my principle [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to Barmitzvah's The Big don't fit, use your lips cause I'm feeling kinda itchy for a quicky Don't take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me Me eat you, I beat you, then greet you to the door Bitch, cause I don't love you no more Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me You know me, I like my dick brown like Bobby In the duke shoot, then the bitch get the boot Unless you lick ass and blow dicks like flutes I like 'em cute, round tits and fat asses Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night The bitch drink nuts by the pint [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Don't love no ho, that's my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp Don't love no ho, that's my principleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Gettin’ Money (’96 Demo)[Intro] Uh, uh '96 catalog Uh, check it Get money, uh [Verse 1] How you figure that your team can affect my cream? Gold and platinum plaques since I stepped on the scene Know what I mean? Peep the scene, Jacuzzi full of women She hitting me and him and him, much love like Wimbledon While niggas screaming 'killer', I'm overseas in my villa With my masseuse, nothin' illa Frank switch the plan, cop the Lexus Land C-Gutta, Roc-A-Fella 400's and better Lil' Cease push threes with fives in his eyes Knocking 'Not Gon Cry' by Mary Blige I die for my niggas packing steel, chickenheads with sex appeal Reveal sexual acts up in Capone's Ac' The chocolate dimes watch the M.A.F.I.A. shine Girls, bring your own, can't touch a dime of mine! [Interlude] Know what I'm saying? Know what I'm saying dog? Know what I'm saying dog? Niggas, niggas, niggas on the beat They don't even be knowing like, how we be rolling You know what I'm saying? Like We be like a big roller, group on you know what I'm saying? The bananas is gone! The bananas is missing, dog! [Verse 2] A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women Bringing in coke and heroin to condos with elevators in them Vehicles with televisions in them Watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages Disappearing acts, strictly 9's and MAC's Killers be serial, Copperfield material My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it Any place I visit, I got land there How can niggas stand there and say I sound like them? Hello Push wigs back and push 6 coupes that's yellow Bust clips that extend from hand to elbow Spray up your Day's Inn, any telly you're in Crack bagging, sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging Desert E's street sweepers inside the Beamer wagon I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die Put that on my diamond bezel, you're fucking with the Devil [Outro] You know you're fucking with the devil right? Straight up dog Nigga talking all that bullshit, nigga trying to sell some motherfucking records Nigga's a pussy, man. Straight up, man, he's a fakeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Where The Party At[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, yeah, yeah And ya don't stop, and ya won't stop And ya don't stop [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the trey-deuce And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the Mac in my knapsack Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we wanna know is where the party at And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting Dumbing out, just me and my crew 'Cause all we wanna do is [Chorus: Faith Evans] Ladies from front to back Sipping on Champagne glass It's all where the party's at (It's where the party's at) Ladies creeping their ride Pimping and getting high To be where the party's at [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece Sure do, two .22s in my shoes Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about Moet popping, ho hopping Ain't no stopping Big Poppa I'm a Bad Boy Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose Nigga you scared you're supposed to Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart Fuck up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks [Chorus: Faith Evans] Ladies from front to back Sipping on Champagne glass It's all where the party's at (It's where the party's at) Ladies creeping their ride Pimping and getting high To be where the party's at [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, I think I might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun And have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out Can't we just all get along? So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon And it's on, and I'm gone, that's that [Chorus: Faith Evans] Ladies from front to back Sipping on Champagne glass It's all where the party's at (It's where the party's at) Ladies creeping their ride Pimping and getting high To be where the party's atEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jeans & Sneakers[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] It's cold outside (Yeah) Uh, uh, it's cold outside Bad boy, bad boy Uh, yeah It's cold outside [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie Smalls, who you represent? The Brooklyn clique Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick (Word up) Represent them thugs Not them shearling rugs Leathers that fasten Sean Combs be lasting 1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose So no-one be seeing them thugs that's demeaning The flavors in the city, it's a pity Them other damn jackets don't fit me They just plain itty bitty Why can't a big guy stay fly? Listen up, Polo Grounds down to Bed-Stuy Stay fly in that Brooklyn Mint And here's the main reason Sitting in that jacket, man I know you be freezing Flavors in the vest Bulletproof on the chest Keep the burner on the waist And still dress to impress [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? [Verse 2: Black Rob] (Uh, baby baby!) Y'all should know this rap thing, I got it down to a size Big goose underneath it, that's the metal appliance And if we don't bust a cap on you so called gangsters Don't front, you a little bit scared now, ain't ya? Now this is '05, it's a brand new thing 'Bout time the rap game crowned a brand new king I been sitting here squadding on this Tidal belt When I drive it, watch how my rivals felt It's the second coming of Black, so run and get your raps And do a couple of dips, and run a few laps I stay in first place with the style of a Lear If you try to battle the kid you really gon' need a Whole crew, not 2 man, 3 or 4 You gon' lead the whole posse, a masimore Even then B, ain't no chance for ya You fucking round with the rap gargantuans Bad Boy, man easy pimp When I'm dishing out the pain nobody exempt You was good 'til your scam uncovered Who the man in fatigues with the blicky? That's the god, belove it And he cold like a bitch's heart Yeah he cold and ridges hard You don't want beef? Shit, don't start, man It's B. Rob, I'm taking it back D got Kim with the product, we cookin' crack [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? [Verse 3: Black Rob] Pop off 'till I'm hard and grey I'mma even see Al Green get shot down like Marvin Gaye No disrespect, pardon me Lotta dudes got locked down but few had heart to stay Puff couldn't take Marph's demay Sit your five-dollar ass before I make change, stay in your lane 'Cause only champs sip on pain You the type to like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie Smalls, who you represent? The Brooklyn clique Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick (Word up) Represent them thugs Not them shearling rugs Leathers that fasten Sean Combs be lasting 1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose So no-one be seeing them thugs that's demeaning [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on? What's going on? What ya throwin on?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blazing Chronic[Chorus: Ms. Roq] Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G] Notorious B.I.G, lyrics cold pushing 'em MC wanna get with me, but they're pussy, I'm douching em Yes, I got the ridiculous conspicuous hardcore flow Don't ya know? Don't ya know, in the house let me introduce The hardcore nigga with the timberland boots Tied up to the top, but when I drop Oh, pass that nigga, don't stop don't stop Can you feel me? [Chorus: Ms. Roq & The Notorious B.I.G.] Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed (Can you feel me?) Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G] Ricky Ricky Ricky, can't you see? MCs wanna flip on me Why? Because I'm the B-I-G-G-I-E Niggas wanna get with the nigga with the mad props But my timberlands are cocked up Niggas wanna get locked up But when they get fucked up they get cut up They bleed when I retrieve My MCs don't want nobody's problems The notorious! [Chorus: Ms. Roq & The Notorious B.I.G.] Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed (Can you feel me?) Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) [Outro: Notorious B.I.G] Alright, recognise the pedigree The notorious! Here to let you know, if ya Feel the funk just dripping to your buttcheeks Grab a honey, if she don't wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave 'em like you don't care The notorious! (is in here.. uh!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Love Is Everlasting (Outro)(Biggie mom) Let's say there are many times I looked And saw reflections of my son I argued sometimes, consulted; I saw results, and said "Well done." I thought of him constantly And silently asked "Why?" I tried fervently And just cannot say goodbye I lived with visions twined and twisted Passion so cold And withered thoughts, battered and shattered I dreamed dreams Cherished memories Housed friendship And promises that mattered In the end Time is treasured; But love for my son? It's everlastingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Throw Up Ya Gunz[Verse 1: Jay Z] If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, fuckers [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G & Busta Rhymes] Uhh (Check it out) uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? And the winner is... [Busta Rhymes] Y'all niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so -- [Notorious B.I.G.] -- my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin' IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH) Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF) Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw Yes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah) Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO) Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down [Verse Three: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon [Verse Four: Jay Z] I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me *Beat Fades Out* [2Pac] Westsiiiiddee! Haha [Verse Five: Snoop Dogg] Top Dogg, bite em all Nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C Yeah we hooking back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggas drug dealers yeah they giving it up Lowlife, yo life Boy we living it up Taking chances while we dancing in the party for sure Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches looking at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swanging my hair Bitch quit talking, Crip walk, stay down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S you'll be relieving your stress [Bridge: 2Pac] All my niggas on the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas on the West Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up Niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up Niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns All niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the East Side, throw your guns up Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me? Throw your guns up!! [Outro: Nas] (Live Hip Hop, Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School (Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South (Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us (Give Hip Hop, Give) This our thing, you know what I'm saying (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) This came from the gut, from the blood (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) From the soul, right here, man (I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) This is our thing, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Machine Gun Funk (Parliament Sample Removed)[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin' about the gats in ya raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin' Maybe I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin') This ain't Christopher Williams Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know (Let 'em know) That if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas actin' shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby [Chorus] I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk [Verse 2] All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin' in my business, what is this? Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now 'Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the— I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick The funk, baby [Chorus] I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk (Uh) I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk [Verse 3] So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests Fifty-shot clip if a nigga wan' test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina What's love got to do When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew? Strapped like Bamboo, but I don't sling guns I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes It's type simple and plain to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The funk, baby [Chorus] I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Funk, baby I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk '94, got in store, Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherfuckin' house I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Mo Bee got beats I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Bad Boy in full effect I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Biggie Smalls, uh I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk The funk, baby, machine gun funk, baby I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk The funk, baby [Outro] I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk All you hoes know who it is I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Peace and love, uh I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Uh I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Yeah I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Uh I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk Uh, uh I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hands In Da Air (What Up Gangsta)[Intro: DJ Vlad] Brooklyn, stand up Bad Boy, Flipmode (WHAT!) What up, gangsta? (check it) [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.] If you feel the funk drippin' through ya buttcheeks Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave 'em like you don't care The Notorious! [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.] To my motherfuckin' man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker (huh?)! I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin (huh?!) The raw rapper, spine snapper With the little hookers on my lap-ah You know the flavor Mack-ah A shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin' comforter And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin' her Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her Why you wanna.. Play your games on me? (What up, gangsta?) Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze, no time for the ill shit Rest with the niggas on that real blood-spill shit My rapping tactics are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigree You better be, filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.] If you feel the funk drippin' through ya buttcheeks Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave 'em like you don't care The Notorious! Ya know, if ya Feel the funk just drippin' to ya buttcheeks Grab a honey, if she don't wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave 'em like you don't care The Notorious! (What up, Gangsta?)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy White Chalk, Pt. 2 (Reference Track)[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G] Here's the situation: Larce got shot, now he facin' heaven or hell But he living to tell who fucking did it, I got my crimey down wit' it Just a grimy as me, slimy as me, check it I got a long list of names and addresses Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse son Worse come to worse I'll kill his sister, I'll know he'll miss her They just a family, other half of me, them niggas scared of me I hope they prepared to be shot at, hit up with baseball bats Thrown in the back of the Ac' with a trunk full of rats Drive to Brooklyn and back, take him to the pier (Where?) Way up in the back where the bums sleep at Look him in the eye, "You wanna die, don't ya?" "If you could change everything you did, you would, won't ya?" But you can't, 'cause my brother can't breathe Watching him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave All I wanna do is kill your crew Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps The beef is set, whatever, show you the meaning of pressure Killing faggot niggas like ya'll for pleasure (uh) You can't measure, the pain that's inside - homicide You can run but you can't hide When the Benz with the tint's in front of your residence Everybody on the stoop getting bent White Chalk [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Craig G] This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly You know me, I flip, niggas was tryna hold me Called the hospital lobby, the doctor said he'll probably Die, G, arms taped up with IVs Heard he got blast and the shit surprised me Larceny on his back, that some shit I can't see But I can see me putting putting you on T.V Yyou and your crew, Channel 22 news Walkin' with cement shoes, stepping on seashells In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon' tell? Who the fuck you gon' see that can outlast me? Outlast me, stamina's nasty Call erase on Trife, well Blake call me Snake How you gonna act when you hear these .9s break? Car doors closing, trench coats open Tommy gun start smoking Leave you on a cold street, chokin' On your own blood, fuck the joking, I ain't kidding MAC spitting, niggas gettin' hit, backflippin' wounded Tryna plea, breaking off full speed Jumping over gates, screaming, "Vec, it wasn't me" I see the fear as I stare through these Cartier lenses You 10 yards ahead jumping fences Breathing mad hard, begging God for forgiveness But he ain't hearing you, so I'ma end this, fatality, finished Death is calling, Ruger hit you 5 times while you was falling White chalk started drawingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nasty Boy (Original)[Intro: Notorious B.I.G] Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Representin on the freaky freaky Fuck em all day fuck em all night We don't love these hoes Uh, uh, you heard me! [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I go on and on and on and Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin' (uh) Easy, call em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay, dressed, to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect As they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo' Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow Cease'll drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry, just ate Riffin', she got to be to work by eight This must mean she ain't tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, "You know what you do to me?" She starts off, "Well I don't usually" Then I whipped it out, rubber? no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South (oww) Threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I don't stop, until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G., Kelly Price] To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! Freakin' you bitches like Jodeci! (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! If I was dead broke, you wouldn't notice me (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! So I stake dick how it's supposed to be (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! [Verse 2] I remember we went to Tennessee Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named Simone Screamin', she fiendin' for the semen Me bein' the man that I am Took it to her condo pronto Half Indian, I called her Tonto Roll the chron'-chron' in the dark pronto Few puffs, eyes got low And off to the bedroom we go (mmm) Sex is drama, head is trauma Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow Satisfying all my needs twice With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? what? [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G., Kelly Price] To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! Freakin' you bitches like Jodeci! (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! If I was dead broke, you wouldn't notice me (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! So I stake dick how it's supposed to be (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat Keep a gat for cats try to test me They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on Gardeur jeans look like they painted on Ask P., leave it up to me Lay her on back ever so gently She like the way the dough fold up, rolls roll up Cristal till she throw up, bitch grow up Hold up, there's DeGenero Dripped to death, iceberg apparel Intro goes without speaking Call me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakin' All weekend, so, roll in Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uhh [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G., Kelly Price] To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! Freakin' you bitches like Jodeci! (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! If I was dead broke, you wouldn't notice me (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy! So I stake dick how it's supposed to be (uh!) Biggie a nasty boy!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tha cypher[Biggie smalls] (Verse1) Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow The neighborhood gravedigger Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots I'd rather beat my dick than trick And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? A fly guy? Well fuck it, I'm the high guy From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing And when Jake come, I'm leaving [Biggie smalls] (Verse2) When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G's Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga's style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga want to act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out That's a real nigga for ya [2pac] (Verse3) Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail, If I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and im mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause im rappin' They asking me what happend Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson? I can't sleep they taking polaroids And im tryna' use the phone but they making noise Man I wish I had my Glock cause its major Im making shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers won't, leave me alone thats my word 'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfucking murder Im making collect calls to my old bitches Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches To all the suckers on the block, talking shit while I was locked up Be prepared to be socked up Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief And you bullshitting bitches ain't changing me I came straight up out of gutta' I was saved from hell Im a thug I was raised in jail, now im out on bailEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Shot Ya? (Original Demo Mix)[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 bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking 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 Biggie Smalls, 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 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I'm Crooklyn's finest Representing for the queen, her royal highness [Verse 2: Keith Murray] Catch this one bubonic plague In your head, back, chest, arms, and legs When I'm coming through grab your cranium for alternatum Son, I stay subterranium My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereal Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet That's a promise 'cause Idon't make threats I'm a graceful poet with sadistic ballistics Above and beyond all that other bullshit Linguistics aggressive antiseptic Nerve-wreckin', concepted on consistent contestants My deviant deliverance Leaves MC's in a state of mal mid depressin' (Word up) I launch flows like torpedos At any god-given episode I be destined to flip so much funk shit And do niggas better than the government Keith Murray wrecks this with various combinations I'm sick, manifestation Oh my god, it's the hardest, I make entourages And crews see mirages, Mary J. Blige is God, gotta have my crew lace me up nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Greatest Rapper (Interlude)[Christopher Wallace Jr.:] My name is Christopher C.J. Wallace My dad was the greatest rapper ever And his legacy lives onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Message To Young Rappers[The Notorious B.I.G] What advice would I give to young rappers? Take control of your shit, don't -- don't be the type of rapper.. Don't be a stupid rapper. A stupid rapper is a motherfucker that has somebody else tell them what to do -- which is not always wrong, but -- if it's something that you feel that you don't have to do, you really have to question it and find out why they want you to do it. Most niggas, they feel like, well, "you see what Biggie's doing! Y'know, he has the hat, the Kangol, and, and this, and you have to be like that!" But if you don't really wanna be like that, you don't have to be like that, you know what I'm saying? A lot of motherfuckers just try to tell a nigga to do something so quick, and -- and give them examples of other motherfuckers who did it and blew up and make them think they can do the same thing, which is not always necessarily true. And at the same time, you got to watch your money. It's so much funny shit in this game, man -- and they can play with your money, and you won't even know. I mean, as soon as I got in the game, I got a lawyer to watch my lawyer. That's just the way it's supposed to be played, you know what I'm saying? I speak to niggas -- I speak to niggas that got money in the game and they let me know, you know dog, it's a "dog eat dog'' world. Niggas is trying to get as much as they can. And if you a ignorant motherfucker, they gon' thrive off that. They can tell you anything. And I'm -- I never been stupid, so.. Especially with a whole big lump sum of money? I gotta keep by on that. So I just stay more in the business side of everything -- instead of being a nigga that's gonna be drunk at the bar and fuck all the bitches and.. and just, stay in hotels all day, and just trick a whole lot of money, I stay home with my wife and watch my money. It comes a lot easier that way. And.. you'll have a lot of money!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Little Homie (Interlude)[Lil' Cease:] When you talk about... New York... The first thing that comes to your mind is B.I.G., like... That's the king! I don't think there's no other king out there Nobody could take that, that, that crown from him right there! The legacy of B.I.G. is something real deep, man Go back to a bunch of roots, man, Notorious about family and keepin' it tight That, that's one of the best that ever did it! Represented what he represented, did what he did Youkno'Imean? He put Brooklyn on his back He represented the hood, he represented New york City Respect to my dude, man! I love you man! Just like you hear, man B.I.G. Forever... youkno'Imean? M.A.F.I.A. Gang! Rest In Peace B.I.G.!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Notorious B.I.G. (remix)(Notorious B.I.G.) Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital Man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez And go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy Big, c'mon) The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it goes (Puff Daddy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Respect the Takeover[Verse 1] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit New York, New York, ready for the likes of this Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, that's when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy" [Hook] As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers. Get live motherfuckers!! [Verse 2] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team: Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream ain't lifetime dream! I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What HappenedIntro: [Notorious B.I.G] The Fuck Happened to the home of the brave Niggas running off headed to the grave Black president, don't matter Shit just getting worst life is shattered A land of freedom is flipping out All I want is a life without a doubt Verse 1 [Ice Cube] Thug life, we all been through it Life's a struggle though it's not split Illuminati or whatever the fuck they go by They the reason why the world so dry I'm just a nigga tryna live my life Everyday staying away from the tip of a knife Or the the fire from a fucking 9 millimeter This damn Gangasta life is that of a cheater I'm starting to think we living in a trash can Jus' waiting to be swallowed up bu the Klu Klux klan Verse 2 [Notorious B.I.G] Every night sleeping with a common dream That everyone be on the same team When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion Verse 3 [Ice Cube] Dope on the corner, look at the coroner Daughter is dead, mother is mourning her Strayed bullets, AK bullets Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't Bring her back, who got the footage? Channel 9, cameras is looking It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding I know I'm good at Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst Bitch how could this get any worse than it is worst America might as well be cursedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Juicy (clean version) - only some verses1 Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers That told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' To make some money to feed my daughter To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? 8 It's all good baby, baby, check it 9 It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl 13 Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade 17 Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky 21 Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak 25 Livin' life without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood 30 We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirsty 34Damn right I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all, it's all good EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Diary Of A Madman (Dead Wrong)[Intro:] Oh yeah, don't forget my retainer OK, I understand you guys are pleading insanity, claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders. Can you please explain to this court how these so-called spirits made you into these raving madmen? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke; gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer, the hooker layer Motherfucker, say your prayers! "Hail Mary, full of grace," smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act, funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fist, like Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics "Make up to break up" Niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit, just the two hits Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rocked quick I guess I was a combination Of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humpin' around and jumpin' around Jacked her, then I asked her, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G," then I'd bust in her E-Y-E (Yo big, you're dead wrong) [Interlude:] Can you please explain to this court when these problems first began? [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves ya rusted Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh Leave you toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G Disrespect me, my potency is deadly I'm shootin' babies; no ifs, ands, or maybes Hit Mommy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis, after she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that Got your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with a broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealin' with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feelin' it Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't pushh me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon, got the little hooker screamin' Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? [Interlude:] **gunshots** Guilty! Next caseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Come On (Alternate Verse)[The Notorious B.I.G:] My style is harder Than the nipples on a freak Who the fuck can compete With the brother with the hardcore speak When I speak I leave MC's speechless Nigga repeat this, I leave you teethless Believe this Oh God, it's over, Jehova! When I slay ya jump in the Range Rover I slay ya [Outro:] That's it! That's it! No more lyrics [Sampled:] That Brooklyn Bullshit, we on it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nobody[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin' Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, nigga decease Muah, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin' The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin' So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you [Chorus: Korn] You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top 'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide 'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I don't care who you are You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, you're just a memory [Verse 2: Korn] 6 in the morning, feds at my door Grab your guns and hide the work, we're going to war Did the landlord flip and lose her mind? It's got to be her that dropped the dime Bitch, please, 6 G's, every month, cold cash You done fucked around and got a nigga dipping in the stash If I'ma catch a case, you gon' have to catch me fast But how you gon' do that floatin' in the blood bath? Hold on, I hear the helicopters comin' See, it's a hundred cops, they runnin' They got the dogs and the warrant for my arrest But they just don't know that I'm a hard pimp to catch I wipe my finger prints off of the safe, hell I strike a match and burn this whole fucking place down [Chorus: Korn] You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top 'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide 'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I don't care who you are You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, you're just a memory [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right) Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit (Ha) You ain't worth spit, just a memory Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that) Silly cat, wore suede in the rain Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I can't recall his name (What was his name?), you mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine? A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name? Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? [Chorus: Korn] You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top 'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide 'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I don't care who you are You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, you're just a memoryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy White Chalk II[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] Here's the situation Larce got shot now he facin' Heaven or Hell but he livin' to tell Who fuckin' did it I got my crimie down with it Just as grimy as me, slimy as me Check it I got a long list of names and addresses Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son Worse come to worst I'll kill his sister I know he'll miss her They dissed the family, other half of me Them niggas scared of me, I hope they prepared to be Shot at, hit up with baseball bats Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats Drive to Brooklyn, the back, take him to the pier (where?) Way up in the back where the bums sleep at Look him in the eye "You wanna die, don't ya?" "If you could change everything you did ya would, won't ya?" But you can't cause my brother can't breathe Watchin' him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave All I wanna do is kill your crew Your grandmoms might get wet on the church house steps The beef is set Whatever Show you the meaning of pressure Killing faggot niggas like y'all for pleasure You can't measure The pain that's inside Homicide You can run but you can't hide When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence Everybody on the stoop gettin' bent White Chalk- [Verse 2: Craig G] The nigga Blake told me To be calm & breath slowly Ya know me, I flip Niggas was tryna hold me Called the hospital lobby The doctor said he pro'ly Die, G Arms taped-up with IVs Heard he got blast an that shit surprised me Larceny on his back - that's some shit I can't see But I can see me puttin' you on TV You and your crew Channel 22 News, walkin' with some man's suit With a [?] In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon' tell? Who tha fuck you gon' see that can outclass me? Outlast me, stamina's nasty Call Rayshawn's viper, Blake can call me a snake How ya gonna act when you hear these .9's break? Car doors close, trench coats open Tommy gun's start smokin' Leave you on a cold street chokin' On your own blood Fuck the jokin' I ain't kiddin' Mac spittin' Niggas gettin' hit back flippin' Wounded tryna flee, breakin' off full speed Jumpin' over gates screamin' 'Fess it wasn't me I see The fear as I stare through the Cardier lenses You ten yards ahead jumpin' fences Breathin' mad hard beggin' God for forgiveness But he ain't hearin' you So I'ma end this Fatality Finished Death is callin' Who can hit you five times while you was callin' White chalk started-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Can I Get Witcha (Original)[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G] Another day in the ghetto One look outside I'm already upset, yo It look about a hundred-and-two It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nothing to do Uh, I'm interrupted by a phone ring Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing "Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?" Yo, who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy Why don't ya hit me on the box a little later? Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator Steps out, it's the same old scene Dope fiend, crack fiend, eyewitness news team I seen a honey with a butt looking butter soft I know she looks much better with them clothes up off Sitting all thick, with the ruby red lipstick That's the one I got to get with [Chorus: Notorious BIG] Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G] She said "If I get with you I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew, whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a living, my name ain't November This ain't Thanksgiving, you ain't Michael Bivins Smack it up, flip it, rub it down Do me baby, I ain't down My name ain't 2Pac I don't "Get Around" You hitting this nigga, how that sound?" Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with Somebody ya done slept with, hold up That's my Neneh Cherry shit, I got something slicker Let me just sip up on this liquor All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102 How to squeeze 22's in them Reebok shoes, HUH? [Chorus: Notorious BIG] Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G] I said walk me upstairs, 'cause I forgot my Phillies She said "I don't care, so don't be acting silly" I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps And it wouldn't take a second before I had her on her back Pulling back the bra straps, threw on my Silk CD 'Cause, "I wanna get freaky with you" Lose control on the skins is all I can picture, now I'm about to hit you [Chorus] Can I get witcha? Oww! Can I get witcha? "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, uh, hey Can I get witcha? Uh Can I get witcha? Hey Can I get witcha? You big booty bitch, c'mon Oh, you'se a big booty bitch And I wanna do, do, do, do, do, do Woah, woah Can I get a soul clap? Soul clap, soul clap Yo, we buggin' the fuck out in this motherfucker, word Yo, lemme hear the third verse, yo, that was the endEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s Not A Game[Intro: Big Pun & 2Pac] What I gotta do is let y'all niggas know I am the nicest Once upon a crime, someone who was once fragile, innocent, and pure was suddenly corrupted and adopted by the streets. But the gift he brought with him to this world will effect our outlooks on not only rap music but on life as well, forever, forever [Verse 1: Big Pun] It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin' Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion Sell your soul, live your dreams, don't pay the cost then Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like Fiends for drugs, I don't need no love Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex We're here, I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed You fuckin' with Chris, fuck Pun, dead the wrath for later Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever Can't count how many heads I had to sever (Woo, c'mon) Half the niggas I keep, and put 'em back together That's the terror, cut open your girl And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill [Chorus: Big Pun & 2Pac] It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw (Get on yo knees, nigga, get on yo knees and pray) It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw [Verse 2: 2Pac] No insanity plea from me, I ride the beef 'til I burn Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile, guess you can recall me antisocial Niggas shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu Niggas do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the morning And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Gettin' blowed out High, watch me murder the bird before he testify Strikes walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled life And if you dream, be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens Drug dealers to ex-fiends Keep yo eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustas (Watch) Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler [Chorus: Big Pun] It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it [Chorus: Big Pun] It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw [Outro: 2Pac The Notorious B.I.G.] I personify every image that niggas fake I personify, really bring it to 'em Because I'm -- I-I looked up to these niggas While on bail, they gon' take my spot, big mistake, know what I'm saying? My spot is wedged in, it ain't going nowhere, you know what I'm saying? I'm coming right back for my place, anybody that's there, they gon' have to moveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy If I Should Die Before I Wake (Original Version)[Intro] Fuck her, never knew her Screw her, dump her body in the sewer Our father, uh-huh [Verse] What you expected from his next of kin? (Yeah) I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedrooms, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' Uh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin' Niggas keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take (What?) To make my heart stop and my body start to shake? If I should die before I wake [Outro] All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know? All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know? (Money hoes and clothes) Funk flow, oh (Blunt smoke coming out the nose is all a nigga knows) All I want is hoes, you know? Dough, flow (Money hoes and clothes) All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know? (Big booty hoes) All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know? (Money hoes and clothes is all a nigga knows, uh) Ain't no more verses! The fuck, y'all niggas? Got shit rocking like I'm 'bout to just drop some new shit A bastard child at the age of 16, get the game, yeah, man!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Somebody Gotta Die (Outtake)[Verse] Uh, steps out the pad with the dufflebag, all the guns I had Sippin' Granddad, 'bout to make his momma sad I can't stand him and I don't know him And he don't even know I'm 'bout to blow him, 'bout to show him What goes around comes around, he should've thought about it Now he got to talk to God about it I mean this, nothing between this four-fifth and the head center I got a scope with the infa Boom, boom, coward niggas got to meet they fate The faggot got "Jason" on his license plate, motherfucker And he parkin', pass the gat, I'm 'bout to spark him Lord forgive me, beg your pardon Hey, playboy!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Queen B@$#h (Demo)[Intro] Uh, uh See, we done masterminded all this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? We know exactly how we gon' do what we gon' do, this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? This all a part of staying on top of your game, you dig? You know what I'm sayin'? Don't be these others niggas, they come out, whatever whatever, whatever, you know what I'm sayin', they doing their thing, but you know what I'm sayin', can you maintain your shit? That's the question Uh, uh [Verse 1] If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you Biggie bust 'em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers Bitch with that platinum grammar I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease-free bitch, check it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them? Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles Now strictly niggas that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons Sleep 'til noon, rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggas' wives for one point five While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch [Refrain] Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh, nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh, I'ma stay that bitch Stay, duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Uh, ding, ding Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh [Verse 2] Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging In the Tunnel & Esso's Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch Check my pitch, authentic persona And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossing my Rolex wrist shit I kick shit, like a nigga do Pull a trigger tooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy All I Know[Intro: Cheri Dennis] DJ Technique Go, Biggie [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Cheri Dennis] Why not blow up the spot with Sadat? Release the brainstorm To make your motherfucking brain warm (Go, Biggie) A strange form, something kind of lyrical Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual Well, in God we trust, guns I bust Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping And, uh, do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that I bring? Make an MC wanna sing for a living Take the beatdown we fucking giving [Verse 2: Cheri Dennis] Throw your Glock in the air and wave it I'm going crazy steady contemplating Wonderin' if they finally caught up with ya Confident myself looking at your picture Try not to mention, just to leave it alone Stay off the streets and just come on home Got enough to move out the hood To be sitting on something nice and living good, oh no [Chorus: Cheri Dennis] Oh no, you just can't let it go It's all you know Is this life so on the road Until the end (Until the end) Right here hustling 'Cause I can't lie I wonder why You just don't give somethin' else a try [Post-Chorus: Akon] You wonder why I'm still on the block 'Cause I just can't leave it baby, 'cause that's all I know Throw the gat away when you see the cops Come back and retrieve it baby, 'cause that's all I know 'Cause that's how we roll From the gutter straight to your front door That's all I know A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite And you know we gon' feed it, baby 'Cause that's all I know [Verse 2: Keith Murray] Put the guns down and leave the beef alone (Uh huh) But Kira, one thing, I can't leave the streets alone Slinging that yay' bomb, getting my cake on Flows Cajun like Biggie and Akon Hold heat like a radiator Beneath the Avi', hit the azy Stash box in the aviator (Yeah) Flash knots, push rocks like an 88'er (Yeah) Cash dots, don't play yourself like a masturbater [Chorus: Cheri Dennis] Oh no, you just can't let it go It's all you know Is this life so on the road Until the end (Until the end) Right here hustling 'Cause I can't lie I wonder why You just don't give somethin' else a try [Post-Chorus: Akon] You wonder why I'm still on the block 'Cause I just can't leave it baby, 'cause that's all I know Throw the gat away when you see the cops Come back and retrieve it baby, 'cause that's all I know 'Cause that's how we roll From the gutter straight to your front door That's all I know A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite And you know we gon' feed it, baby 'Cause that's all I know [Verse 3: G-Dep] Get involved, if you ain't down with them bats, get a job You scared? Get a dog, rub it in like a massage We them Harlem World stars and we all charge like credit cards Man, look on me, see a crook all clean Bend gals and ain't talkin' bout football team Hits like can't get right Catch me in the hood like head lice It still got nice with red price like [Chorus: Cheri Dennis] Oh no, you just can't let it go It's all you know Is this life so on the road Until the end (Until the end) Right here hustling 'Cause I can't lie I wonder why You just don't give somethin' else a try [Post-Chorus: Akon] You wonder why I'm still on the block 'Cause I just can't leave it baby, 'cause that's all I know Throw the gat away when you see the cops Come back and retrieve it baby, 'cause that's all I know 'Cause that's how we roll From the gutter straight to your front door That's all I know A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite And you know we gon' feed it, baby 'Cause that's all I knowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 3 B’s[Intro: Buju Banton] Gargamel, flight again! [Chorus; Buju Banton] While mans been pimping, I've been up You got pills and stock keep lining up No more freeloading, time is up Catch a 3 dog plane, man don't stifle us Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on I seen the cutie, does she wine enough? Gyal a can't keep her eyes den off your stuff Move girl, or you gon' touch the Midas Touch [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] Venue after venue, I've been through Coming to the telly, so I can bend you Send you to the store, condoms and more Jealous females, call you sluts and whores Could it be my hardcore metaphor Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor Open up the Lex door, jump on in I'm kind of tired, I'ma roll blunts while you spin You got your license, right? Aight, no swerving Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se Much foreplay, that's my forte Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death She looking for a man, honey he just left Violate me, he get beat to death Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left [Chorus; Buju Banton] While mans been pimping, I've been up You got pills and stock keep lining up No more freeloading, time is up Catch a 3 dog plane, man don't stifle us Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on I seen the cutie, does she wine enough? Gyal a can't keep her eyes den off your stuff Move girl, or you gon' touch the Midas Touch [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yes, indeed, it's the inspector, so respect-a Way the pinky diamond is shining, tickle your retina The mack, call me Max Julien of this shit To be exact, I'm only macking Brand Nubian chicks Got her own paper, shorty never blowing her own ki I ain't tricking, baby, ain't no one fr-freeloading off me See, the pimp shit be kinda killin' em softly If you violate, the price for that could be kinda costly Baby girl, now, even though you look finger-lickin' Always remember, I'm careful with every chicken I'm pickin', listen You see my shorty always stay on the grind Bitches be jealous of my shorty and hating what's mine 'Cause Biggie told my shorty, "You chickens is way out of line" She gettin' money, focus on me, and she pay no mind, tricker You think I'm bugging? Tell me, how do you figure? I got a shorty that ain't trying to take a thing from a nigga [Chorus; Buju Banton] While mans been pimping, I've been up You got pills and stock keep lining up No more freeloading, time is up Catch a 3 dog plane, man don't stifle us Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on I seen the cutie, does she wine enough? Gyal a can't keep her eyes den off your stuff Move girl, or you gon' touch the Midas TouchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Grind[Intro: 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G.] G-G-G-G-G G-G-G-G-G G-G-G-G-G G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Niggas know who the don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesaunt) [Chorus: 50 Cent] I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?) I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine 'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind [Verse 1: 50 Cent] All I do is sit and think of ways I can come up Catching jooks and run up, and leave your nigga done up My pockets are hurting, homie, I ain't feeling this shit Have your mama screaming ("Baby, move, it's a hit!") I ain't Scarface -- "No women, no kids" -- I don't give a fuck Better teach that bitch and that little nigga to duck With a P90 Ruger I put shots all through ya If you survive, you gon' feel what talons do to ya I'm a hard-headed nigga, I came up so hard Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God If them planes hit the projects, nobody would care Look around, ain't nothing but black folks around here We brothers become political and start to maneuver They give you 100 years, man, they did it to Hoover Now, you can hate me or love me When you see me, busts shots or come and hug me The showman shit's lovely [Chorus: 50 Cent] I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?) I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine 'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit 'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if I'ma fuck with her She know I treat my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin' H-class diamonds shinin', dinner with wifey winin', dinin' Smoking cigars in Bogotá with Colombian niggas named Panama And Englique and shit, games we play life endin' Bitches bending over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stopped Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of 'em Advancin' from duplex to mansions Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas, VCR's in my V's Game elevates money I make into stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sand Discussing plans with my man Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system That leaves my rear views tremblin' What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it [Chorus: 50 Cent] I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?) I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine 'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Video Musicbox Freestyle[Chris Wallace] Look in the sky Wonder why Most MCs alibis Won't comply With my style of rhyme Or rhyming or rap It's not a trap My rhyme just snap -- [??] And we were laughing and laughing, like "You ain't never gonna be on Video Musicbox, man..' [Chris Wallace] Mozzle, mozzle Run around, mozzle and pop Yeah I put that on pops [??] We wanted to find a way to get on the map, fast.. So, that birthed The Techniques. Two DJs, and Chris was THE MC [Chris Wallace] This is the wail of a tale Of a male who gotta pay my bills And I'll nail 'em in to sail the seven seas--EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Teen Summit Freestyle[Verse] Alright, alright, yo The B.I.G. is far from a chump I love to thump, I'm so rump I got Kriss-Kross jump I like the beats that thump The Cherokee, the Pathfinder jeeps Peace to Fulton Street when I compete MCs take flight like Clyde The Glide Drexler Try to flex, I suplex ya, huh It's me, you know my pedigree Rhymes and beats so fat leave the mess with Dick Gregory Who got props like Biggie Smalls got props? Nobody, hops Nobody drops words off the top of the head My metaphors are sharp like cheddar cheese Blowing MCs out with ease Homie please! I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girls buttcheeks I'm smackin, huh MCs have a hard time believin' I'm marked for death, hard to kill like Steven Bad Boy in the house!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big Poppa (Live at MTV Spring Break 1995)[Intro: Biggie Smalls] Check it out, check it out A'ight, all the true players here Y'all throw your hands up, y'all know how we do it Check it out, uh Turn the mics up Turn the mics up, uh Check it out, uh, check it [Verse 1: Biggie Smalls] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question askin', blunt passin' Music blastin', but I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true-to-heart players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree [Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Uh, uh Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa Ladies To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist (Why) Please don't shoot up the place! ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having what? what? baby, baby [Verse 2: Biggie Smalls] Uh, straight up, honey, really I'm askin' Most of these fellas think they be mackin', but they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line "What's your name? What's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind And ask you what your interests are, who you be with Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 At 3 o'clock, Lil Cease pull the truck up the parking lot Roll a blunt, because he likes to spark a lot Steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (true) Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, baby [Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Where ya at? Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa Uh To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please don't shoot up the place! ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having my (What? What?) baby, baby, uh [Verse 3: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] How you living, Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: forget a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin' Os, smokin' la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a fella knows A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However, living better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend [Interlude: Puff Daddy & Biggie Smalls] Yeah, honey, check it— Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend, aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah… keep bangin' Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] I love it when they call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please don't shoot up the place! ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having (What? What?) baby, baby [Outro: Biggie Smalls] Yeah yeah, check it out Nine-five, what? Money L, Little Caesar, Biggie Smalls Represent—baby, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who shot ya? Who shot ya?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Niggas (Original)[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G’s Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you, huh Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make 'em wet in they pantyhose Damn, a nigga’s style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the DA, 'cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up north, bound first stop for the town Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Hahaha, yo Cheek, she like that shit, Cheek [Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow The neighborhood gravedigger Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots I'd rather beat my dick than trick And if she don’t suck, then we don’t fuck I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck Yes, flex after two or three Becks As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? A fly guy? Well fuck it, I’m the high guy From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing And when Jake come, I'm leaving [Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m With Whateva (Original)[Intro: Jim Jones] R.I.P. Big We some niggas that's gonna make you proud of this game Smell me? Jones, Capo Cash Money, Santana Dipset, Lil Weezy Let's ride, Let's ride Cause real Gs know the feeling It's hard body, no remorse for the killing Cause real Gs know the feeling It's hard body, no remorse for the killing [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Mad trees and bitches in dungarees The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it 'til it freeze I'm from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall I'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastball Steee-rike, yup, so get it right Nigga, one of my sniplets'll end your whole life You ain't nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife And a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat pork So be smart and play your own part If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart And we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cell Hey, I'mma shoot it out if I'm facing the L Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six [Hook: Juelz Santana] All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] It's showdown time, throwdown time Safety off, four pound time Clack clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine Check it man, I'm with whatever Goodness gracious, the paper Where the cash at? Where the stash at? I'll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me You got nothing on a nigga like me, you'll see I'm on the grind from sun up to sun down If I'm lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming 'til I'm full on my stomach I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my haze Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga Trying to get rid of the life, alright? [Hook: Juelz Santana] All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G] As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece One in the chamber, the safety is off, released Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage Doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material, for the imperial Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drop with you .45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl I'm ready to die [Hook: Juelz Santana] All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Who Shot Ya (Serj Tankian Remix)[Intro: Diddy] As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed— [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 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 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I’m Crooklyn’s finest You rewind this, Bad Boy’s behind this Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I’m Crooklyn’s finest You rewind this, Bad Boy’s behind this [Interlude: Diddy] As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm You’ll die slow but calm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga [Interlude: Diddy] As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need [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 [Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.] Come here, come here Open your fucking mouth, open your Didn’t I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh, didn’t I tell you not to fuck with me? Look at you now, huh? Can’t talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? Bitch-ass nigga, what? Look at you now, huh? Can’t talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? Bitch-ass nigga, what? What? [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm You’ll die slow but calm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys I smoke the blunts he sips on the BaileysEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Dad (Interlude)[T’yana Wallace:] Hi, my name is T'yana Wallace, and I wanna thank all my dad’s fans and friends Yes, he was a Notorious B.I.G., but to me, he was just my dad I love him and I miss him a lotEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Why do some people hate Notorious (2009) so much?To be honest with y'all, I really fucks wit that movie. It's not the best movie ever but it's aight, Gravy was nice on there and Ms. Bassett was really good. Now, I see that movie getting a lotta hate by too many people, don't know why, cuz I don't see anything wrong with it. Why do some hate on that?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy One More Chance / Stay With Me (Radio Edit)[Intro] Uh, what? That's right, Bad Boy Don’t go, don't go, don't go (Baby, don’t go, what?) I love you so One more chance (Lyrically, I) Biggie, give me one more chance (One more chance, lyrically, I) One more chance (What? Junior M.A.F.I.A.) Biggie, give me one more chance (Junior M.A.F.I.A., remix) [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] First thing's first, I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get nathan But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation Garbagе, I turn like doorknobs Heartthrob nevеr, Black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi Girls pee-pee when they see me **** creep me in they teepee As I lay down laws like I lay carpet Stop it if you think they gonna make a profit Don't see my ones, don't see my guns, get it? Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.  I don't know what the hell's stopping ya I’m clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya Once ya grin, I’m in, game begins First I talk about how I dress in this Diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses The sex is just immaculate from the back, I get Deeper and deeper, help you reach the Climax that your man can't make Call him, tell him you’ll be home real late and sing the break, uh [Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.] Baby, here I am (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) All I need is one more chance (One more chance) I can help you find yourself (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) 'Cause you don’t need nobody else (One more chance) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] She's sick of that song on how it's so long Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is, major pain like Damon Wayans Low-down dirty, even, like his brother Keenan Schemin', don't leave your girl 'round me True playa for real, ask Puff Daddy You ringing bells with bags from Chanel Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell She beeped me, meet me at twelve Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes? While I'm swimming in your women like the breast stroke Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke Death stroke, tongue all down her throat Nothing left to do but send her home to you I'm through, can you sing the song for me, boo? [Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.] One more chance (One more chance) Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know? Give me one more chance) One more chance Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) One more chance [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] So what's it gonna be, him or me? We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls The envy of all women, crushed linen Cartier wristwear with diamonds in 'em The finest women I love with a passion Your man's a wimp, I give that **** a good thrashin' High fashion, flying into all states Sexing me while your man **** Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent I'm not only a client, I'm the player president [Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.] One more chance Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know? One more chance) One more chance (Baby, here I am) Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) All I need is one more chance One more chance (Nine-five) I can help you find yourself (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?) 'Cause you don't need nobody elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Stickup (1st Take)[Intro: 3rd Eye] We in this motherfucker for real Know what I'm saying? Check it, check it [Chorus: 3rd Eye] Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga [Verse 1: 3rd Eye] I pack gats, best to back up off me Get that ass open like a body part melting I make up and I break, make a snake stab a snake I rock techniques, y'all freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all bring all 2 of them Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know? Them niggas from the ghetto, no, they don't be bullshitting 1993, we coming harder [?] [Chorus: 3rd Eye] Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga [Verse 2: TROO-KULA] Ayo, here yee, have you heard of me, '93 Take a look-sie, you don't even know me Well, I flip that shit like them racist niggas up in California See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that Fuck that, having that Yo, I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine I may burn your priest yo My nigga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah) Leave us alone, we can hold our own Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it When the funeral, burial I'm coming strapped It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back I'm the gat [Chorus: 3rd Eye] Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yes, love, I love your fuckin' attitude When a nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin' Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin' Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant, huh I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal Mom duke ain't givin' me shit So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, it's a stick up, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy N/AN/AEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Radio Drop (MR. Cee)[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, yeah yeah It's the Notorious Biggie Smalls When I ain't on Fulton Street, sipping a Becks, steaming an L with the Junior M.A.F.I.A. Or on Bedford Avenue with my DJ The Hitman 50 Grand and the O.G.B., getting tore down We listening to the best of both worlds with Mr. Magic Spanish Fly and my main doo-doo stain, Mister Cee. On The Wheels Of Steel every Thursday night, on 91.5 Skills FM. I'm a ghost like Michael Landon, peace.EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy SatanWe gotta go to hell and speak to satan (Oh yeah Giselle)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy افکار خودکشی[اینترو: Diddy] سلام؟ اه لعنتی، داداش! ساعت چنده مَرد؟ اوه لعنت بهش رفیق میدونی الان ساعت چنده؟ اه گه توش، چه خبر شده؟ تو خوبی؟ اه رفیق چه مرگت شده؟ [ورس: Diddy و The Notorious B.I.G] وقتی مردم، لعنت بهش، میخوام بدم به جهنم چون من یک تیکه گهم و خیلی سخت نیست که اینو بفهمی (درباره چی حرف میزنی مرد؟) با عقل جور در نمیاد، برم بهشت با آدمای خوب خوب لباس سفید تنم کنم، من بوت های تیمب سیاه و هوای سیاه دوست دارم (اُه، مرد) خدا احتمالا به من خیلی سخت میگیره کل روز نمی خوابم و کسی نیست کیرم رو بخوره با ادمای خوب بچرخم، توی بهشت لَش کنم کیر توش، من میخوام‌تفنگ دستم بگیرم و قمار کنم (الان داری چیزای احمقانه ای میگی رفیق) تمام زندگیم من به عنولن بدترین آدم در نظر گرفته شده ام به مادرم دروغ گفتم و حتی از کیفش دزدی کردم (اَه) خلاف پشتِ خلاف، از مواد تا اخاذی میدونم مادرم الان آرزو میکنه کاش من رو سقط میکرد الان مثل زمانی که جوان تر بودم دوستم نداره (هی، یکم خودت رو کنترل کن رفیق) سینه اش و میخوردم تا گشنگی لعنتی ام برطرف بشه جالبه بدونم اگر بمیرم، اشک به چشم هاش میاد؟ ببخش من رو برای بی احترامی ام، ببخش من رو برای دروغ هام (حالت خوب نیست، B) My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two مادر بچه هام هشت ماه و خواهرش دو ماه حامله است چه کسی مقصر این هست؟ (نه رفیق، تو نیستی) بخدا قسم فقط میخوام حجم رو ببرم و این زندگی مزخرف رو تموم کنم مگنوم رو به سرم بگیرم و تهدید کنم که ماشه رو بکشم (رفیق، چته؟) و فشارش بدم تا وقتی که کل تخت قرمز میشه (الان دیر وقته برای این حرف ها) خوشحالم که مردم، من یه معتاد علفِ بی ارزشم استرس داره بیشتر میشه من- من نمیتونم اینو باور کنم (هی من تو راه ام که بیام اونجا) خودکشی تو ذهن لعنتیمه، میخوام از اینجا بِرم بخدا قسم که حس میکنم مرگ داره من رو صدا میزنه ولی نه، تو نمیفهمی (رفیق، با من حرف بزن، لطفا مرد!) ببین، مثل بلایی که کراک سر Pokie تو New Jack آورد با این فرق که اگر من برم، هیج راه برگشتی نیست (هی مرد من دیگه میرم) یا باید مثل رامو تو Beat Street بمیرم؟ (بهت زنگ میزنم وقتی برسم به ماشین) مردم توی تشییع جنازه ام وایمیستند انگار دلشون برام تنگ میشه (هی دوست دخترت کجاست مرد؟) مادر بچه ام منو رو می بوسه ولی خوشحال هست که رفتم (بگو دوست دخترتو صحبت کنه) اون میدونست بین منو و خواهرش یه رابطه ای هست من به آخر خط رسیدم، دیگه نمیتونم حرف بزنم (هی مادر جنده به من گوش میدی؟) به کاکا سیاه ام Chic زنگ بزن و بگو اراده ام ضعیفه (هی مرد به خودت بیا) حالم بهم میخوره ام از دروغ گفتن این کاکا سیاها و حالم بهم میخوره از این جنده های هول راستش رو بخوای، از حرف زدن هم حالم بهم میخوره (رفیق، هی هی، بیگ! هی آروم باش!) *شلیک گلوله* هی بیگ! هی بیگ [اوترو] لطفاً تلفن را قطع کنید و دوباره تماس بگیرید لطفاً تلفن را قطع کنید - این تماس ضبط شده استEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Champagne Freestyle[Intro] See, I'm not a freestyler but I'ma try a lil' something 'cause champagne got me feeling right Champagne got me feeling right You know what I'm saying? Check it out, check it out, check it out [Verse] There's all kinds of MCs, short ones, black ones Dope ones, wack ones But only one fat, black one that's platinum Check it out, as I flow on and on and on until the break of days, straight off the dome Who roam the streets? Who rule the beats? Big Poppa, show stopper, who smacked ya? Smacked you up against the wall Put the gun to your head - bow, bow, bow! Now ya fallEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Soul Power 197 RhymesLyrics from snippets [Verse] I'm the heavy-set one with the diligence The one that still hustles on Fulton Street Enough about me, let's talk about youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Serata EtilicaSerata Etilica DUEMILA VENTUNO Il nostro motto uno per tutti tutti per uno ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO Noi stavamo nelle streets Tra una beatch e uno spritz ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO Salutando queste meretrici Perchè prima vengono gli amici In estate a ballare un mambo Ci sentivamo più dori di RAMBO Fanculo alle troie che non sentiamo da un'anno SONO SBRONZO-STRONZI Alla goccia urlavamo Mentre ballavamo Ogni serata un quattro bianchi Fanculo i sudati banchi ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO Nel nostro privè Soltanto bottiglie vuote in serie Ma non l'esser grandi che cercavamo Ma i pensieri non gradivamo Tutti insieme saltiamo le brave ragazze non le vogliamo BELVEDERE-VOGLIAMO Fiaccole e graffiti Ad oggi sono vecchi miti Ogni serata etilica Tra le SCIMMIE CARICA ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO Chi non beve in compagnia È un ladro o una spia La morale c'è ma non la vedi Non fare troppe cazzate E goditi le serate Ogni serata etilica E piacere vi saluto e mi vado a SEDEREEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bastard Child (prod by Statik Selektah) (UNHEARD BIGGIE)[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Steps out the pad with a duffle bag All the guns I had, sippin' Granddad 'Bout to make his momma sad I can't stand 'em and I don't know 'em And he don't even know I'm 'bout to blow 'em, 'bout to show 'em What goes around comes around, you shoulda thought about it And now he got to talk to God about it I mean it, nothin' come between us Four, fifth, in the dead center I got the scope with the infra Boom, boom, coward niggas got to meet their fate The faggot got Jason on his license plate, motherfucker And he talkin', pass the Gat', I'm 'bout to spark 'em Lord forgive me, beg your pardon Hey, playboy! [Break: The Notorious B.I.G.] Tell me, who be the one who fails to play (A bastard child) In the life race [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya (Uh, yeah) Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, I'm makin' hits, no time for the crack rock and shit (Uh) Took it to another level (Yeah) Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils, huh Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G, G-I-E, you know it's me Homes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop Gettin' props, provin' nobody drops (Uh) Words as potent as the blunt smokin' Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it (Yeah, yeah) [Outro] Tell me, who be the one who fails to play Tell me, who be the one who fails to play Tell me, who be the one who fails to playEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Baby Blue[Intro: Action Bronson] Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak [Chorus: Action Bronson] Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Because you treat me like shit I paid for the bed and never even slept in it I paid for that crib I never stepped foot in And now somebody else is eating all the pudding Things change, now my dashboard wooden All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy Girl, we grown, stop playin' on my phone, baby All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Understandable, I'm shinin' brilliant with five Brazilians There were times I used to hide my feelings Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini And motherfuckers can't see me Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy Who would've thought I hit you right back? [Chorus: Action Bronson] Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue [Verse 2: Action Bronson] So many women wanna call me 'baby' And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and, uh Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and, uh That's me, and you could order whatever The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera As Bocelli sings, the celly rings, I gotta go You'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous Still, I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish [Chorus: Action Bronson] Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue [Verse 3: Chance The Rapper] I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue From a razor in a paper cup I hope every soda you drink already shaken up I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope your titties all saggy in your early twenties I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope you never get off Fridays And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck And your headphones short, and your charger don't work And you spill shit on your shirt I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade I hope you happy, I hope you happy I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy (Igh!) [Chorus: Action Bronson] Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue [Outro: Chance The Rapper & Zane Lowe] La, la la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la [Produced by Mark Ronson]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Actin’ Crazy[Produced By: Noah "40" Shebib & Omen] [Intro] Yeah, uh, opportunity be knockin', let a motherfucker in [Hook] Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still your little baby [Verse 1] All my life I was a fuck-up, now I pull the truck up Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us See me hangin' out the window, screamin', "What, what?!" No more tough luck, a different cloth is what I'm cut from Baby, oh, my lord The cops chasin' Bronson in an all-white Ford Shit, I'm on that all-night tour Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw I'm in a robe dancin' salsa on the top floor You would swear I'm Puerto Rican, but I'm not, lord Hot hoes every city that we go, singin' "Heads high, kill 'em with it now!" Uh, all I do is eat oysters And speak six languages in three voices It's Adriatic Summers on a sail boat Don't even try to call, I'm not available for nothin' Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker With Anita Baker, uh [Hook] Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still your little baby [Verse 2] Uh, I feel so alive, I think I shit myself I should kiss myself I'm starin' at the man inside the mirror The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOH!) Goddamn, I'm still cute, ho (Yeah) All my women play the flute Saw me plate some melon and prosciutt' Left handed, make the Fender cry Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh Motherfuckers'll dump heat, from Jump Street And turn your chest plate to lunch meat I'm in a Humvee, lookin' like a young me Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby I switch the season, now the hair's curled Tan skin, I need a bad girl Cause James Brown said, "It's A Man's World" In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl That's just "Daddy's Little Girl" [Hook] Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still your little babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Easy Rider[Produced By: Party Supplies] [Verse 1] Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel I'm leaned back with the Les Paul Shit I smoke is like cholesterol Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call Best believe that there was neck involved Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains Started running with the stallions Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower Before I die, take a hot shower [Hook 1] Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset [Verse 2] By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser A little machine to make espresso I heard your bitch still wears Ecko Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco Live from the Expo, it's me I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team) Bite the eel by the dozen [Verse 3] Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand Except this toy cost 80 grand And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been Just from writing words with a pen Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main Put a jacuzzi on the seven train And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches We got twin MAC-11s with the features Shit you barely got sneaker money So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya (I can't hear ya) You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya [Verse 4] The Magic Johnson of the game These lames don't want to play with me Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see It's me [Hook 2] Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset [Guitar Outro: Curt Chambers]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bird On A WireLa musica de Harry Fraud Smoke something, biatch! [Hook: Action Bronson] Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Leave the party with your daughter (little Debra) In the morning do karate in the water Hear sounds of samurais Rockin shorts in the winter don’t fuck with splinters (rats) Roll with sinners — A bunch of winners, catered lunch and dinners Why my drug jar look so empty? Drop a hook and then I’ll probably cop an M3 Long knife ('chete), that’s in the event Somebody try to get me then to Heaven they’ll be sent Oh, off the strength, caviar and Porsche taste All the beans are gettin' Boston baked On thin ice, I skate across the lake With the CCM tacks, my feet are like Cassius Smoke premium cabbage [Hook: Action Bronson] Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich [Verse 2: Ft. Riff Raff] Yo we 80,000 shopping malls but we ain't browsin' Poppin' hood in Transco Towers Prowler prowling Gucci towels and bathroom vials Nouns, owls, Aston Martins Sparkin' one in valet parkin', loan sharkin' Hopin' that my days-don’t-get-darkened Cheetah skin outside the parka Propaganda propels us – ostrich feathers Security guards with 9 berettas, pullin' up Volkswagen jettas Causin' storms in sunny weather, in sunny whether, in sunny weather Hopin' that my days get, hopin', hopin' days get, days get betterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 9-24-11[Intro] Smoking fucking thanksgiving turkey bags man Surgical procedures Ben Johnson You already know [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Sign my name with the feather, tap dance under the full moon Smoke and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soon Just keep it truckin', searching all the nooks and crannies No english muffin, streets are filled with crooks and trannies Bam bam got a shooter like Lagassee Emerald green paper that I split up with my posse One hand driving, 3 gram smoking 2 fiend sucking, tea bag soaking Strength of a retard the drugs are even stronger Shorty loved the longitude, dealer bring a quarter through Over fishing make the snapper less affordable I hate when stupid bitches ask me questions that's rhetorical Like "do you want to have sex?", well bitch, it's obvious Her name was Jeta from the former Yugoslavia She grew a bush like a baby plant Still I ate it, just think of it as bucatin' and razor clams Smuggle cheeses in a baby bag And then I serve at a private tasting I got no time for wasting Just dick is placed in the slit no type of conversation And prime rib from LaFrieda carved at the blablablabla Fuck, fucked my last word up cause I don't give a shit man I meant to say prime rib carved at the fucking carving station but yo [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked Plus she wearing a wedding dress a special day She said she finally met a… Fuck Yo, my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked And she wearing a wedding dress, a special day She said she finally met a man to take her breath away Well naturally I'm jealous, because I'm lonely At times my only friends in life are drugs and the cannoli My dad was right I shoulda listened when he told me A walking contradiction wounds inflicted on me solely Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor Ocean-Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh yo Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor Ocean avenue, the family straight from Kosovo That was years ago mum look how your son has bloomed I hum a tune and then I'm hotter than the sun in June And I'm just living my life but feel I'm drifting Demons on the doorstep, lungs that feel constricted Or maybe I should see a shrink and get prescripted Or take the hand of God but shit I think i'll keep my distance I think I'm frightened and I didn't even know it But yo, that was a thought and I'm subconsciously a poet It's perfect timing and I hope that I don't blow it I pop the bottle of the moet, yo here's to me [Bridge: Big Body Bes] [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Late nights I'm trying to stay up out of the orange skips Great white sharks, the .38 with tarnished tip 27 years I never met an honest bitch Slice their faces like Kitana and shit Through my nasal blow the smoke Basil on the boat Hookers on the half shell, hundred dollar pants Wind breaker jacket flapping like a falcon from a westward wind Play the kitchen like a mexican, next of kin Patrick Swayze… We out! [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Strictly 4 My Jeeps[Intro (Action Bronson & Big Body Bes)] Better slow down baby I’m out here wildin' Better slow down baby Shit is crazy [Chorus] You need to slow down baby My whole team cash and load out baby I’m a hero in my home town, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Verse 1] Shit on my chest, shoot colors like a care bear All year see me tan, hopping out the van You wasn’t there, now you tryna show face Fuck around, be a cold case Chrome skates on an old day Remote control chains, promote dough for the veins Poke chicks, hoes with vogue legs Eat steaks off a gold plate, stoned, listening to Coldplay [Chorus] You need to slow down baby My whole team cash and load out baby I’m a hero in my home town, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Verse 2] Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino Push the 635 to the finals Pearl white like what you sniffin’ in your sinus The finest vaginas demolished by my dick One year from Queens to the top Cream of the crop, serve a fiend out my sock Five minutes till they lean like the drop Now they spinning through the furnace like the scene from The Rock Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay Play the pool on a cool day [Chorus] You need to slow down baby My whole team cash and load out baby I’m a hero in my home town, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Verse 3] A lot of people with their hands out now Got these motherfuckers mad ‘cause I’mma stand out now You never let the hammer off, you got the soft hands I hear you singing for the boss man, dog I’m from a lost land, spill coke on the heater Drop a little sauce on the beater Zero to 60 in a Porsche like a cheetah New York, I'm like Jeter, light Caesar No hypebeaster, rock a nice sneaker You get drugs for a good price My price cheaper, guaranteed My trunk snapping like a tambourine Bodying these pussies with a camera team Uh! You better slow down, baby Uh! You better slow down, baby Uh! You better slow down, baby You better slow down, baby [Chorus] You need to slow down baby My whole team cash and load out baby I’m a hero in my home town, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Outro] You need to slow down baby I'm a hero in my home town, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Terry[Produced by: The Alchemist] [Intro] Don't hurt me again Uh, don't hurt me again Don't hurt me again Don't hurt me again Don't hurt me again, baby Nah [Verse] What up, love? I need a hug cause drugs be takin' over Shorty couldn't take it no more, she went loca No stranger to a rum and soda I met the ho while she was slumped over Shit, I've been good, though, I can't complain I could probably cop a half a plane Drinking juice just like Jack LaLanne now I'mma strike it rich any day now Uh, you know I gotta get a plate now Virtuoso on a keyboard I rep the eastern seaboard, jeez Lord Please leave the Z3 keys before you leave Don't sneeze on my shit, cause for shiz I'mma flip ya Pedicured foot slide in the slipper Tryna do the remix with Pitbull Tell the pilot land at Schiphol Play the violin with dimples Life's ironic and it's simple Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink Drive nice car, wear all green mink First time I whacked off was a Penthouse Roses in the bath at the penthouse Billy Joel at the garden Should I get a skybox or an '89 IROC? It's always poppin' at the IHOP Choke a pussy with his tie knot, it's my block Chuck Knoblauch, spicy coconut curry from the Thai spot I'm in a hurry, dumb jewelry The verdict read from a hung jury The doctor said that I was hung early Skull curly, Larry, and Moe, I'll marry a ho Only if the bitch look like Mari' Monroe Twisted off the Jenkem, watching Iron Chef The secret ingredient was lion's neck Royal Blue-Cyber Tech I ride solo like a fighter jet Hurt me again [Hook] No, don't hurt me again Please, don't hurt me again No, don't hurt me again There's no hit records on a demo There's no hit records on a demo No, don't hurt me again There's no hit records on a demo There's no hit records on a demo Catch me hoppin' out the limo Catch me hoppin' out the limo [Outro] Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink Drive nice car, wear all green mink Uh, what you payin'? Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink Drive nice car, wear all green mink Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink Drive nice car, wear all green mink What you thinkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Rockers[Intro: Action Bronson] Bam Bam La musica de Harry Fraud [Hook: Action Bronson] White leather to the knee, we in the tropics Left hand is switching speeds I'm in the cockpit Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Rock this Shawn Kemp, kamikaze Burning cheese, Saganaki (opa) Greek shit, whole team sick Hoe bitches from Cleveland on my dick because I rap Fuck it, make it clap Throw the money in the air then pick it up I'll take that back, bitch Homie hold me down Homie throw me phony pounds The scent of dollars like some crispy garlic golden brown Addicted but ain't nothing prescripted Baby clams from Montauk, mix it up with the linguistics Bitch I'm high [Hook: Action Bronson] White leather to the knee, we in the tropics Left hand is switching speeds I'm in the cockpit Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, know I hit you with that hot shit Straight up off the block, roll up pot shit Niggas just don't wanna go to school Act like they are, but they not sick Money all up in my pocket, putting diamonds in everything See me out I look rich as fuck, clothes smelling like Mary Jane Ride coastal been on every plane Say these guys close, but these guys loco When they see me they non-vocal High as fuck I need bifocals Kush got me moving slo-mo Steak and eggs in my dojo It's some Gs in there Need some weed? I'm there All these cars I own, ain't no keys in there Tapping young niggas out, rolling weed out an ounce Now I got a bigger crib Repping what I live about My hair long, my weed strong, so they staring My weed strong, my money long, I ain't caring [Hook: Action Bronson] White leather to the knee, we in the tropics Left hand is switching speeds I'm in the cockpit Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty JannettyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Consensual Rape[Intro] Fucking drug shit Do the drugs Yeah Yo [Verse 1] Straight from the depths of Queens. Leave you sleeping on the mezzanine Like you Lincoln, then switch into a desert scene Often heard, but this motherfucker seldom seen I'm throwing blows while you waiting for the bell to ring Drug smoking Raisins make the pasta sweet Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet Stay lean like some motherfucking ostrich meat You full of shit it's time to get a colonoscopy Scissor kicks, dick suck from Miss Elizabeth Lex Luger arms 4 in the morning in the dark with the computer on Wasting my time, my thoughts are paced, untastable grace replaced in my mind Born to shine like the eyes on a cat Same cat fuck around, put the knife in your back This is nothing, we live & let die and roam the land And you bluffing You lifted the cards and showed your hand pussy [Verse 2] Tailor-made rubber, Rubbermaid reliable Never spill the soup Rock a linen suit Play the streets like the ball court Spin & shoot Strong as Popeye dipping in the spinach too [Verse 3] Take my nuts out your mouth Let me breathe for a minute please Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens You're on the shelf like a figurine Drugs infested my mind But I'm destined to shine Spit the shit to keep these motherfuckers pressing rewind Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine Live divine, free the mind, lead the blind, read the signs Hands up like you stepping in the party No you getting robbed, motherfucker, with the shotty Said you pottyd Make your body do an ollie Then dig your shorty out cuz I geeked her up on molly Have her eating dick, no need for seasoning If seven dudes are in the room then she's pleasing them Like a trooper. Hit her in the pooper. Throw her in the shower Then I take her out to Lupa I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky Put em in the shower, make the pussy brand new Ran through. Give 'em money what I can't do Stuff her lunchbox & burn her with the candle [Verse 4] UH! Consensual Rape Vinegar solutions Animal abusing Barrel revolutions Don't get me pissed off, fuck around rip your tits off Still getting head, even if my dick's soft Rising quick, no Fleischman's I'm in the endzone with one leg up, posing like Heisman Throwing like Theismann, sway foot With the Village Leader smoking a pipe with seven wise-men I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table Let 'em know I'm hungry Polo on the rugby The forty-four long surely got a trusty home Trying to live American Dreams...Dusty Rhodes Yeah Fucking PussyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 9.24.13[Action Bronson] Uh Waxy Smoking that Barbara Walters wax Same fucking outfit twenty days in a row I don’t give a shit [Verse 1 - Action Bronson] You only came around ‘cause you thought I had some money for you You got it fucked up That’s for the kids And If there’s anything left I’ll cop a crib And If there’s anything left after that I’ll cop a six How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates? First course was from the Finger Lakes Last course cinnamon ginger cake She gave me head during the Laker game I got her tatted, trying to erase her name No, I caught her cheating, her pussy didn’t feel the same She was probably with one of the Broncos Or LeBron so I blew her car up Soon as she try to start it up, nah I can’t talk about that though… Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd Stashed under the sole of the sneaker *laughs Fuck Fuck man Stashed under the sole of the sneaker Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd Uh [Verse 2 - Action Bronson] Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Hit him with stacks Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna miss the finger roll right’ Fuck I Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?’ Yes Mr. Baklava Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car [Action Bronson] *trails into laughter Shit! Its too crazy right? Yo Its just fucking nuts We just talking crazy at this point [Verse 3 - Action Bronson] I told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?’ Yes, Mr. Baklava Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car Now I’m, sliding Ma, your boy has made it, no more Crying The facial reminiscent of a lion Fuck around I’ll send you back to zion And I ain't even trying Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks I remember back when they wouldn’t spend a stack on my rap Now they want to wipe my ass in the crack after I shat And I just had corn beef hash Ew… [Verse 4 - Big Body Bes] Yeah It’s me Motherfucking Big Body I’m back for the fucking sequel, man You know I had come and to spice this shit the fuck up Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself I’m over here fucking wiling A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now Motherfuckers done came up Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made You know what time it motherfucking is So my lifestyle done changed a little bit All types of shit The motherfucking crib is renovated, man All types of fly shit I got the new fucking marble floor, man That shit is imported We just flew that shit in from Connecticut Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit But you know me, man Same motherfucking body I’m out here wiling like I never changed man This the same motherfucker you know me, man ’98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver It’s me man The last car on the fucking A train man I fucking live this shit Done came up Pockets was always swole Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man Fill them up like the fucking gas tank God, man Psssht Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man, Action Bronson, man We out here, man We motherfucking out here, man Not enough to say, man But a motherfucking few more things that’s what to say Shit is fucking crazy, man I’m out here smoking good, man Fucking pocket, fucking stupid, fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the Heights All of that, 172, 174 Wiling You already know, man Nah, I don’t even want a motherfucking ounce, B Give me motherfucking 40 dimes That’s how I want it In a brown fucking bag Yeah, tato Papi, that’s how we doing it, big fucking style, man And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm That’s how I do it, man Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill I’m out here wiling man My name Big Fucking Body Shouts to motherfucking Albania Shouts to East New York Shouts to Lindenwood Shouts to motherfucking Flushing Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man All fucking day I’m out here wiling, man Eagles upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pouches of Tuna[Produced By: John Sparkz & Party Supplies] [Intro: Action Bronson] Bronsolino, damn Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano My shawty features like Madonna- I ain't like that one Yo, line for line Straight up lambs on the arm, Giambi lenses Ken Caminiti, Bosworth [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano My shawty features like Madonna, Lo designer Bending these young Lola Fellanas over. Ace the test Baste the breast with the juices Under the influence of fly shit, I glide like Ovechkin Disqus hoody, puff hibiscus, balance be the crispest Baby girl, you're wylin if you sniff this You gotta take a piss test, piss right through your fishnets Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand Blam blam a piggie try to put my fam in the can Strictly cop and go's, until we laid in the Galapagos Eating tacos, higher than a opera note We never ride Civics, the Mont Blanc scripted lyrics It's like avant garde to the critics I throw you in that armbar with the quickness Either you with me or bitch you on the shit list [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Bitch, please, picture me in Sicily The hard bottoms gators is slippery I just had an epiphany And now I'm shittin' on your whole steez ridiculously 45. fire at ya attire, to break your armor up like fine china Fly designer hoes diggin for gold like a 49er I hit the diner, the Carolina Pass the lighter to the passenger in the spyder Vagina splash like apple cider So fuck your little 2 cents blue benz bitches jump like Harold Miner I'm in the recliner, we traced like eye liner And I escape like MacGyver Bank robbers, bang 38's to taste cobbler And lay up with a case of vodka Get cake and prosper Ate steak and lobster to Frank Sinatra Air you out, leave your face for pasta Get laced and dip the jakes in the grey Boxster Beige fox, 88 Clarks Ladies identify gangsters' posture I'm feeling like J Hoffa Fuck yall, eat a fat dick with the monsterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ShirazWe've been the best since I stepped in Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn In the sack, break her back like a Redskin Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin Tree to make the head spin Every season play the corner like I'm Revis Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot Bitches are on display, give brain inside the coupe Shift gears, that's with the left Which means I'm on the right, get paid By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat 12 courses laid up on the long table Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil The red razor cut the features in your facial Creep in Corona, bumping Fernando Villalona Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner Tu no ta pa mi, muthafuckas are sloppy Captain of the rap, you talking to papi Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off Hash straight from the desert, can knock A camel off, Sheep straight out of school Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit Whole cliques roll thick, no shit Piss drunk and they smoke sticks Not a word of English but They hold the four-fifths FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam Never speak to fuzz Tap out the reefer, show him how To use his sneakers, cuz Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom We on the beach, fresh Ceviche We in Cancun, fly girly curly Hair is getting read through We in the shower give me head: shampoo Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you Bye, peace, one, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy A Light in the Addict[Produced By: Party Supplies] [Verse: Action Bronson] Sittin' first class, feelin' like shit though Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground? Fuck that, I want the crown off anybody head I wouldn't care if everybody's dead It's why I keep the pump shotty layin' in the bed Have a fuckin' sleepover with my weapons My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson Shit, I made this out of nothin' Damn, these ladies love me out in London Laurenivici served the granulated onion My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon Dog, what the fuck is with your mother? She got one leg longer than the other One eye through the shutter Made the transition from weed to butter, like spring to summer [Hook: Action Bronson & Black Atlass] I nearly lost my mind All a motherfucker got is time, time, time Time, time I nearly lost my brain Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad So bad, I'm so glad I nearly lost my mind All a motherfucker got is time, time, time Time, time I nearly lost my brain Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad So bad, I'm so glad I nearly lost my brain Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad So bad, I'm so gladEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Contemporary Man[Intro: Action Bronson] Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam Let's go [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yeah, fuck the back talk Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I'm Pistol Pete You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr. Cheeks [Interlude: Action Bronson] Uhhhh, fly shit Grown man shit Do it one more time, fuck it I'm good to go Alright [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, I'm a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep While her mother make soup with the cow feet Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets Spread bed on the feet Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73 Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh Big Bird, Farrington alumnus Mouth like a pussy, she gum dick [Verse 3: Action Bronson] You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador Then I order up a feast for four If you see me in a leather, know it's reaching the floor Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering that This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot In the Z3 bumping U2 [Interlude: Big Body Bes] Yo, this Big motherfucking Body, bitch [Verse 4: Action Bronson] Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters I love Black girls boisterous Shorty's on the arm like a koi fish On a herby white dude with the yellow fever Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper [Sample: Charlie Sheen] Banging seven gram rocks and finishing them Because that’s how I roll, I have one speed, I have one gear [Interlude: Action Bronson] Yeah, uh-huh Feel the beat… [Hook] When our eyes first met, was like the fourth day in July When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine [Verse 5: Action Bronson] Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving Six ducks in a wood burning oven Georgia Southern, her alma mater She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt Fuck swag, got pizzazz Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies Next year catch me posing at the Tonys Folding paper wilding at the OTB Grow the money like a Cocha tree [Verse 6: Action Bronson] American flags hang on walls that hide money Put my arm through the Picasso Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC Randy Quaid with the turtleneck Erma with the jungle juice, man feet Beamer, tan seats Smack the taco out your mouth, green couchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Rolling Thunder[Intro] Aw man, smoking in that rocking chair, uh [Verse 1] My past life I was a Rabbi, now I live the fast life Drugs on standby in the circle by the campfire Telling stories of yesteryear Pull out the pocket mirror just to check my hair Hit it with the comb again The rap Dennis the Menace with Dennis Rodman's in Venice, inventive She took a bump and started dancing like Elaine Benes The big chain sway like I’m playing tennis One man team, about to win the pennant Now you can tell by my pendant that I’m protected Direct descendent in the blue and orange Lexus watching ‘Se7en' Land in Dublin Pull me in the room and ask if its resin I said no, they sent me on my way with blessings [Verse 2] I trained a dolphin to let the slammer off like Dolph Lundgren That’s if your mouth running, you’ll get your couch sunked in I’m rare like a fucking Asian playing hockey My ocean view is due to Papi Bitches call me Rodney Bought my bitch a present hope I don’t spoil it ‘What is it baby?’ Face to face toilets Toyota with the spoiler Ace of Base boiling I play ball like Billy Hoyle Now I need a Sidney Dean to help me start this brothel in the Philippines I stay in Flushing like I’m Dillon Gee You ain't gotta open the comic book to figure who the villain be It’s me doing perfect dives in the Sicilian sea You know I like my bitch with a Brazilian V Bumping Bobby Brown Cry when I’m not around She always hold it down, pound under the seat In that all white Jeep sleep, that’s if you wanna I be schwitzing in the sauna It's better than the piggies blitzing on the corner Come in the crib every night, and I kiss my daughter Same lips spit on the lawyer *spitting noise [Outro] We out It's me Always foreverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Alligator[Hook] Baby my ride so clean, I ride so dirty I'm about to buy an alligator for my birthday My girl asking me, "Where you been?", don't worry She said, "Baby I crashed the Benz", don't worry I ride so clean, my ride so dirty I'm about to buy a fucking Lion for my birthday My girl asking me, "Where I been?" don't worry She said, "Baby, I crashed the Benz", don't worry [Verse 1] Dropkicks out the drop-top 6 Don't make your fucking kid become a hostage, I got this Stay in the water like the Loch Ness Shirtless rocking a locket Drugs in my pocket It's all for a profit Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in my boxers Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster Orgies at Hofstra My bank account is like a Polish doctor My heart is cold, I sing a soldiers opera My drugs as strong as Arnold They found her dead in the gold Impala Hanging backwards out the chopper The room smell like Nag Champa Most my crew a bunch of armed robbers [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, I rhyme sick like I play with shit I've driven every flavored whip there is to get Feel like I dip that cigarette in wet stuff I should be on that Sped Ed bus, layin' on the bed with a red head slut These mother fuckers praying that I don't make it I'm on the balcony stoned and naked playing Sega Prince of Albania No money, nothing to say to ya I push the limo to the stadium Game 7, Knicks-Heat Me and Spike had to switch seats Cause he kept spilling Henny all on my bitch feet Expensive bracelets where my forearms and my fists meet Down in Mexico eating chilis [Hook] [Verse 3] No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets I saw her walking cause I'm stalking on the dead streets Trying to purchase where the shoulders and the head meet She had a tight pink dress, her pussy was a weapon Said she was a daughter of a Reverend Well, thank god I don't believe in heaven Butt cheeks sculpted like a horse's hind Shit man, I think that I just crossed the line Annual abortion time Yeah, she got the tat straight from West 4th Hereditary cancer almost took her breast off And over 6 months she said she had a chest cough Well I'm not a doctor, but I know that's not a good sign Matter of time 'til she placed and laced in a wood pine For years she was the hood slime Now no longer having a good time Under earth, she burst into a sudden birth Oh shit, the facial of my cousin Murph Strange occurrences, alignment with the sun and earth, yeah As baby turtles break the sand just to figure out the meaning Instinctively they heading towards the water cause they need it Forever cycles stay the same, they feel it like a fiend's wrist Mustard straight from Russia that they brought in on a steam ship My mustache like a Colonel Take a haters facial and I treat it like a urinal A bit disturbed, confessions in a journal I'm sickened by my thoughts so it's tossed in the infernoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Through The Eyes of a G[Intro] I think I got 15...bullshit, this is nothing. Look, my feet hurt, I need DOPE. What are we gonna do Sebastian, cause I got, I need piles of money. Forget this shit...but a hit of crack will do for now [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yeah...through the eyes of a G Through the eyes of a G, see me in the all white Eclipse A husband pay me 10 stacks to fuck his bitch Hand up her ass like a Muppet baby, it's crazy While she do a buck-eighty in a mustard Mercedes I move the mustard from Russia to Haiti Forty-fives will kiss your neck like the touch from a lady Fuck with my lunch and then the pump leaves you under the daisies You know your bitch is just another cocksucker with rabies I'm signing autographs in Spanish, I live with Michael Jackson's anguish Hop in the Vanquish and vanish off the manor in a strange manner Aim the hammer at your dame's bladder, like it ain't matter I smoke 'til I got down syndrome Tan gators, brown linen Multi-color money, seven different kinds of cheeses My silhouette resembles Jesus in all seasons Take a ginger shot, doing concentration curls with the cinderblocks Doing squats, hope the ox don't drop out Don't make me have to slap the fire out your pop's mouth It's me...uh Through the eyes of a G [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Yo Through the eyes of a G A-B, utilize what you and I use to see To move forward Cause I get bored with niggas talking 'bout Who they used to be, what they used to do My homie headed to court, not for a 2-on-2 Ironically, I'll have you know we do it for the sport Or at least to keep a little gold in this uniform I'm abnormal like a unicorn that you could get on Cows jump over moons when my nouns and verbs move Etiquette of a veteran, still getting checks You get a F for your efforts, we never trade techs I tried to keep the peace but now I gotta keep the piece I speak in synchronistic frequency with triggers squeezing And one day I'll drop to my knee and repent to Jesus 'Til then I'm humping my lust demons for no reason Soul-o ho, from Del Amo to SoHo, ho Yo, yo, check, "you do not know me, no, no, no You do not know me but I know you-" I had to, I had to do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brunch[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson] {Know you broke my heart woman When you said goodbye to me} You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees Or two skis, carving up the Alps is what this dude needs I'm Rick the Model, Martel to cartel Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells No more child's play kid you with the big boys Fuck an economy size, we want that big Royce My family's sayin' that I rhyme with fury Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases that'll bribe a jury Grind the curry never shine the jewelry Pussy like it 86 style, you know it's fine and furry Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard You ain't never in the limelight, undercard Bronsolini in the sky, thunder rod Commandante of this rap shit, young Mossad, killer [Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson] {Know you broke my heart woman When you said goodbye to me} You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house [Verse 2: Action Bronson] The second stanza even deadly than the first From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth That's soon, road to a valley that feeds, civilization I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade Hilfiger sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade First day class, the Agassis are black and white My older cousin puffing pot bitch, pass the pipe Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza Or Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere My team we work as a unit, nobody hog the ball up Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up Just a taste of the life like a September call up Johnnie Walker in our tall cup, getting torn up Listen, I'm steel fisted with the iron lung Heavy metal ballads out the guitar where lions run Praise the son that can stand on his own two Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew [Hook: *Frijid Pink sample*] {Know you broke my heart woman When you said goodbye to me}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Falconry[Produced by The Alchemist] [Intro: Action Bronson] Yo pass me the ball fool You better fuckin' pick me, ya Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit Fuckin' 360 on this pussy I don't give a fuck I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence No shoes on [Verse 1 : Action Bronson] I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef When I smile your baby mama shit her dungarees Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me But nah, dunny don't get down like me The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch (Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son) Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt With one arm shredded, and one arm missing Dog, I was born with Allah's vision I learned quick I couldn't follow suit Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983 I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on Yeah, uh huh Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo Your ideas lack Adobo [Verse 2 : Meyhem Lauren] Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks On the low like a whip without shocks I bag bitches in flocks Representative for everything official Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival Treat the last record I broke just like a rival Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane It was written but I wrote it Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it Laurenovitch, yeah [Outro: Big Body Bes] 3:36 in the morning Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites; All sorts of a felony in his waist But who are you? She only loves me when I'm nakedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Imported Goods[Action Bronson] [coughs] Oh my god, this mothafuckin' sour is too good I don’t even be fuckin' with that other shit That shit hurts my throat man I need that shit that tastes like fuckin', fuckin' soap Joy, Ajax. Shit… ayo, this is what I be doin' on that… [Verse 1] Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs '95: younger Bronson on the fast track To blast gat, now I'm looking past that I want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ I put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb A thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam Aretha jam, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me Or risk the forest where the motherfucking rest your team be Peking duck, and large liver, goose carver Swiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father You know the motto, jacket to the knee I can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord Spark a seance, cause everybody lifted I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play Yo cuff the Guess on the construction, take it easy [Hook] This for my people making sales until they back hurt See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking My man who just came home, and some are going up Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies [Verse 2] Bronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking Never see us starving, all my people hardly speaking When it's time, though, we form into a single file Spray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child Hop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina Getting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina Hooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day Know the verbal, is Oscar-winning You cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten Suppositories in the ass of you, the green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man I'll E. Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole hand Sex a dime, herbally, a blessed time Check the rhyme motherfucker, better recognize [Hook] This for my people making sales until they back hurt See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking My man who just came home, and some are going up Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies [Verse 3] The eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter of the water Near the border, where you oughta find me The Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning Air Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balance Stay endorsing that weak shit, my team spit That mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shit Now you sick to your stomach because you stunted Word got fronted, another motherfucking jerk confronted Post pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em Flushing, motherfucker, keep a toast up by the gold Saturn Little doulas on the block we tell 'em "go stab 'em" Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier to toe tag 'em' Carhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness Bronson love a freak bitch, dining on that Greek dish That's the a-hole, all my people AWOL Cash inside the case and now the judges want to play ball [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thug Love Story 2012[Verse 1] She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt a woman have Skin would glisten like reflections off the blueish Jag She had a Jewish dad, and a Jamaican maid Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers And selling the pussy for paper to play Crusty feet like she hiking for days and live in the mountains At the park she piss in the fountain, shit on the Michigan towel She quick to split up an owl She loves some dick in her bowels Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol, powder her sniffles with flour Straight flieshman In the private part of her pussy pocket Randomly pussy farting Sold at the hookers auction Left as a crooked orphan Wrapped in the sports section Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer, what [Bridge] Make this fucking bitch sit in vinegar Apple cider baths Sit in the vinegar Bronsolino PS [Verse 2] Yo, so many unfamiliar faces that have come and gone You're a constant, fucked you in the school closet We were young then, experimental periods Laid a towel cause I fucked you on your period Stole my mothers car crashed it by the Burger King Young love, but we thought it was eternity Raw sex – never thought about paternity But now this cunt is trying to murder me Abusing me physically and verbally Said my dick was too small I went and got the surgery, just to show it off This ain't real shit, baby, I'm just going off Clear the mind, fuck it, so I wrote a song Night life, I'm destined for the bright lights Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes She hold me down, break a bottle on the bitch head .25 out the pussy and it spits lead We always end up in a situation She throwing diapers out the window at me Called the cops said I beat her face Beat the case, now I shiver at a sweet embrace [Riff 1] I rap now, bitches sucking like a vacuum On the bed, stay bent like a smack spoon Bubble butt thicker than the double dutch In the van, leave her tied up in bumblefuck [Verse 3] Cold, tired and I mean it I thought we'd grow to old farts in Phoenix Well now you see me 'lo scarves and a ski knit But I've been here since the beginning, like a prefix But I'mma to do what I gotta do Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux Over your head, after sex shorty hold me in bed Smoking Ethiopian red The son rose, a single teardrop fallopians bled Nowadays you catch the hooker sniffing coke in the shed It's a damn shame I'm just chilling eating lamb brain I keep the weiner on display for the campaign [Riff 2] I'm just doing what I had to do Tryna Drop me in the ground but I'm not going To the top till I fall just like Owen Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Larry Csonka[Intro] Bronsolino Fuck that sitting-down rap type shit, man I stand up, cause I'm a motherfucking man And I'm motherfucking hot [Verse 1] Peep it I'm on the third floor, your class was in the basement You know what that means; you got a hint of retardation Well, me too, I'm fully-blown just like the flow, though Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off at the nostrils Well, me and Docker eating dinner at the brothel Never sniff that blanco, that's word to OJ's Bronco Cop a Dutch and break it open, overfill it I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays on the visual Ginger ale and hot sauce, two things I live by I'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die Green DeVille, right, green drugs, but hold the serum Rub the things together, then you clear 'em, flatline The prosciutto, olives from Tunisia Drums are hittin' hard because they chopped up like a cleaver And yes I'm smokin' all the reefer The night creeper I love the pussy really tight, that's with a light Caesar Can it be that I'm the Golden Child, the chosen one The piggies saying freeze, but every time they did I chose to run Takin' that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier's gun Hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son Crack the pepper over thin crust that's handmade I'm stayin' strapped just like the Air Raid Yo, take a taste of my nuts Know they sweet just like the candy Dick is the same color as Band-Aid, understand me? I built this building, they came and then I conquered Two hour flights to Heathrow up in the Concorde Fermented grapes up in my glass that bear the same name I'm working hard because that's what I need to maintain Killer Queens is on the rise, so understand me Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's a Grammy in a room for my family Also known as a den Post and toast with Lauren Posing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm [Interlude] Uh, let me take a little break fam I'm fucking straight out of surgery, man I need a little break When I come back in, I'mma come back in hard, though I promise you that (Look at my motherfucking shoulders, son) [Verse 2] Yo I'm diving in like Louganis I'm aiming right for that anus Trying to give her a payment to rent the pussy like Avis Peace to Shaevitz & Shaevitz My rhymes are seasoned for flavor Fuck with shorties that's in shape, they got the V like they're Vader Ah ha, Animal Style, flippin' like a flipjack You heard the cat rap, like animal's fear from a rat, got Ankle length, that's suede, the jacket Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Do the Chatatimmy Shimmy like a crackhead No one compare to me, lampin' with my tangerine I'm fiend out, so I'm bangin' on the tambourine Yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner And I'mma send the doja down in case they run up on ya Your style is celibate, I'm elegant, trust My style is liver and I'm ivory like a elephant tusk Swirl the wine inside the glass that got the delicate musk Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow Finish on the women That mean the bitch from Finland Her tits are bonkers Chilling in her chanclas Rollers in her hair, I'm running through it, Larry Csonka [Outro] Bronsolino You don't even know who fucking Larry Csonka is, man Get the fuck off my wee-wee PussyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Amadu DiabloYeah So give me that reason I told you I loved you already, bitch, what the fuck? Yeah Shawl neck on the drunk lawyer Coke shits in the toilet Turkey sandwich in aluminium foil The game been fixed I don’t play that shit I aim that shit If she looking at another mother fucker than you leave that bitch I don’t play that shit Hear me Left hand is steering In a Amadu Diablo Shit I got the urge to get a earring Image in the rearview mirror like Timothy Leary Don’t even come near me I keep it thug with a gun near me Your boy been eating on the run clearly Clear the run-way 720’s on a one way So much drugs, what would a nun say? And its Sunday Shit, I don’t really give a fuck All I really want to do is see my people up Up to no good again She threw the condom told me put it in I did, fuck I nutted in like three strokes Shit, now that’s no way to rep the East Coast Every day I’m walking with my head up Don’t let up ‘cause it’s a set-up Like Albanian marriage go from Haiti to Paris The bath was 90 degrees Tapping Heinies with ease (shit,) Bitch please I’m the bee’s knees Shooting Deca-Durabolin three CC’s Peep the landscape You can catch me in the trees like the shit for the pancakesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Steve Wynn[Refrain] Jungle Rule - can't be no fool Jungle Rule - can't be no fool (I needed a little taste to that) [Verse 1] Twisting joints like a contortionist Laid in the Porsche My father driving Days been sunny since I started rhyming No denying me; I'm known to keep a fresh foot like podiatry Nobody high as me Green Timbs, in Vegas I'm like Steve Wynn At the same time, fellatio from three twins Those are triplets; I've been wilding since the Rabbi snipped it Then they laughed, and ate brisket, fuck! On my behalf, he had a meeting at the Neptune Had little daddy hide the heater in the restroom Guns drawn like my bath by my lady friend Mesothelioma money: drop Mercedes-Benz And I ain't never left, you know I'm still here Spit the shit to bring a cripple out the wheelchair Bite a bitch like George Whipple in the stair case Long as she got big nipples and a tan face [Refrain] Jungle Rule - can't be no fool (Yeah, you're in the concrete right now) Devil is on the loose, no coop [Verse 2] Foul living like Sandusky and Paterno I've been husky, motherfuckers couldn't touch me 'Lo rugby with an Asian model so ugly Celebration 1987, no bubbly Facially, I'm like a young John Kennedy More obscenity; EBT in Genovese Go to Ock, get 70 for 100 I want the 75 from Ocky but he fronted Take the money, cop 5 dimes, 2 chicken sandwiches, 9 limes For the Canada Dry; pose for the cameras by the banister, "Hi" In the summer, rock the vest set – Salmon Kani Flex the three-quarter cream Fi's We some esteemed Gs; steamed red snapper – Vietnamese Catch a case, get a Jewish lawyer, beat it with cheese Fuck the beef cause it don't go together, read em and weep It's very easy, make you disappear now, kid Make your paper, but you need to stay grounded Eyes wide like a chick that got the dick in the butt We're out here, trying to get the money, baby, live it up [Outro] Talk about me if you please, but I must be Hercules Hercules I must be Hercules!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Twin Peugots[Intro: Action Bronson] Am I rappin' or what? I can't hear the headphones, yeah Turn me up in the headphones Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, alright [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Jump tumble Front flips off the roof like a stunt double My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle Keep her shaped up The M3 all green fly like a strange duck My dad was right when he said I was a deranged fuck Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc Saddam Hussein guns Held by nuns who do drugs While beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug Pinky up The joint thicker than Pinky's butt Just as stinky Nick Van Exel with the handle, Helsinki Eggs Rothko The handmade suit cloth hang out the sports coat Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat Brown vest made of suede on my torso Close my eyes, inhale deep, sail free Blind fury, hoppin' out the braille jeep Serve me snails to eat No ham and cheese I'm tanning The 540i, color salmon Smoke a cannon Push the seat back Put your feet up Roll my weed up [Chorus: Action Bronson] Why's it feel like my life is movin' fast, yo? (I don't know) Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow (Bitch) Need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole I need that first class dough (You understand me?) Yeah, why's it feel like my life is movin' fast, yo? (I don't know) Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow (That's right) I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole I need that first class dough [Verse 2: Big Body Bes] It's me, Big Body Who the fuck else? You gotta pardon my absence, man I just came back off of vacay, man Just spent the whole fucking weekend up in Orchard Beach Livin' the fucking life I was out there wildin' Had your moms on the motherfuckin' boogie board Doing all types of stunts But now I'm back though, ain't shit changed Just came back, check my motherfuckin' emails Got more motherfuckin' deals on the table Don't even know what the fuck to do now Shit (Okay) Oh my God (Okay) You can still see me though Out there on Fulton Street, three in the mornin' Bench pressin' a fiend Ain't shit changed, still loiterin' [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Okay, okay I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on Made a deal with Lucifer, said, "Give me the universe" (Every single planet) It hurts kinda like losin' your first love I saw the bright lights and started doin' the worst drugs (Woo) Now, I'm backtrackin' and hash rappin' with Action Throwin' hand grenades at paddywagons in passin' Old fashioned soul grabber snortin' all the coke up The type of shit to turn a World War into a Polka Polo'd up, the double RL icon (Yup) Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python Listenin' to Lionel Richie, fuckin' with the lights on (Ooh) Rice on the table, have us goin' all night long (Again, and again, and again) Rooftops, sippin' on some red wine Start to realize I've been trippin', shit is just fine (Okay) So, I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath Dry off, hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave (Yep) 'Bout to say, "Fuck it," and form a union March up to city hall and protest pollution (Yes!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Action Silverado[Intro] That's right (sniff sniff) Bam Bam in the mother fucking building Queens, New York Straight up Drop that shit It's me I built this shit Yeah [Verse 1] Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoliño All I see is C-notes, silk shirts at the casino It's time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off I know your hands soft, you're on the menu like the lamb broth This is a grown man's sport And, dog, I leave a motherfucker laid out on the handball court I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose My words pronounced just like a camel toe And every whip in the garage laced Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase Crash the mother fucking Jeep into the venue You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you Ah, why the fuck would I have a bodyguard If I look just like the mother fucking bodyguard Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead I'm underground and I need more bread And I need more head from some bitches straight from Morehead State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic My taste in Asics will lead your fucking spaceship into Matrix This place I made is quite spacious And dog I'm not the one to fucking play with Hear me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy What About the Rest of Us?[Intro] Action [Verse 1: Action Bronson] 05' pounds in the Laredo, they gotta get there today though Ain’t no time for tryna lay low, bay bro If you can’t do it all you gotta do is say no I’ll take it from there, Ace is on Grand ready to work it Displayed a smirk like Mr. Perfect Under the bridge, behind the van, in the cab, I made the drop off Thank science that nothing popped off, since I was young, had a lust for foreign vehicles and things My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing Plus he pushed that red thing, I wanted to be like him so bad Wear the same shoes that he stepped in, of course I need paper I want to ride the one-seater like speed racer In the Jetta smoking a one sheet in the green acres Listening to bullshit music, thinking how I’m gonna do this [Chorus: Rico Love] Uh, temptations real Even though we feel we’ve been here before Somebody help me Lord have mercy It’s like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy But what about the rest of us? What about the rest of us? Screaming, somebody help me But what about the rest of us? It’s like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy Turn the lights on [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] I’m from a place called the jungle where the living is rough It had me low for a while now I’m picking it up Holding the spot straight sticking it ripping it up I dropped 99 problems, switching and not giving a fuck So what you what you want? Got your bitch nigga gripping her butt Her and my dick, taking pics nigga flicking it up My click is wassup get buck if you want? You end up dumped chump, in the pond lake in a truck in New York There’s no ducking me, the Bada$$ time, but no fuckery Won’t find a chick who got a dime or take a single buck from me These hoes be loving me, I keep it so G Respecting where I be nigga check your OG My rap flow, imperial fad flows Well here it go my, visions is linear when I’m ripping the video It’s a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo The rarest breeds, sick like venereal diseases [Chorus: Rico Love] Uh, temptations real Even though we feel we’ve been here before Somebody help me Lord have mercy It’s like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy But what about the rest of us? What about the rest of us? Screaming, somebody help me But what about the rest of us? It’s like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy Turn the lights on [Bridge: Rico Love] Dying for nothing Killing to live, fighting for something Too bad we don’t know what it is What you think all of this cash for? Trying to put stamps on my passport Man I’m just scheming on new hoes I already forgot about my last broad [Chorus: Rico Love] Uh, temptations real Even though we feel we’ve been here before Somebody help me Lord have mercy It’s like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy But what about the rest of us? What about the rest of us? Screaming, somebody help me But what about the rest of us? It’s like the world we live in was only designed for Somebody wealthy Turn the lights onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Rising[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro: Action Bronson] Fly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it And then I ordered it [Hook: Action Bronson] Don't say a word to me You already committed perjury A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that You know better, you better save that [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by a professional Strictly business, nothin' sexual Seasonal vegetables lookin' exceptional You ain't think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles I'm from a dirty borough where that Sun don't come out But when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent To that S600 in amazement My time gon' come, I'm headed to the top Like I never wore makeup, and I'm ready for the spotlight You know I got my hoodie on, and it's such a hot night Shit I'm straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it's prom night [Hook: Action Bronson] Don't say a word to me You already committed perjury A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that You know better, you better save that [Verse 2: Action Bronson] This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bed Different, different colored linens on my leg My mother said I better win or else she'll fuck me up Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut Since I was young I had the husky gut But I'm gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart Bitch this is fine art, I gets my shine on You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on You drive a Scion, you ain't ridin', dog Me, I'm cell built, grab your chest Still get hit with right hands from left field My life is a kaleidoscope She makes me feel just like I'm high on dope I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down [Hook: Action Bronson] Don't say a word to me You already committed perjury A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that You know better, you better save that [Outro: Big Body Bes] You should have been known who the fuck this was Just by my fuckin' tongue Big fuckin' Body Bes You know I'm all over everything now You know me, you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope Out here gettin' filthy cause you know I got that ooh woo woo. You know me, I go home and change up I get fresh to fight. Just caught a new fuckin' case. But it's alright though, I got this stupid mothafuckin' lawyer He told me, "Don't even worry about that shit, Body. I'll make that go away Now what's for lunch?" I told him, don't worry, I got the hookup Anything you want. Crown Fried on me, 1 through 6 only I know your type though The type of mothafucka wear a three piece suit to go to court, shook to death And you there for smokin' weed Piece of shit, get the fuck outta hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 72 Virgins[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Here we are Just us I know you want from the first time you seen me in the movie Hanging on the shoulder of a villain She could flatten a village You know I'm usually chilling out with Bruce Willis Somehow, you and my man met first I was still stealing the money outta my gram-gram's purse But you were Running the streets, letting the blam-blam work Back then we smoked nickels of dirt Nowadays it ain't shit to drop a grip on dessert And you wanna tell the feds about some shit and it hurts Fuck it, so be it, you 'bout to know Jesus Turn this motherfucker back into a fetus Phone's tapped so speak Swedish when you call the crib Rich forever motherfucker I was born to live Die happy, knowing that my family's straight I hope they didn't see the numbers on that Camry plate I been a grown man since I had a baby dick These motherfuckers ain't saying shit Close my eyes, spray the whip, hit your rib twice Now your kids gotta deal with this shit 'cause this is life [Outro: Big Body Bes] Yeah, and I'm fucking here now It's fucking Body What the fuck I'm doing? Whole bunch a shit I'm out there wilding Got a fucking 50-year-old Puerto Rican with me He don't even know my name But he gon' stab something for me He know what time it is No watch on the wrist Fuck outta here man Smack the shit outta you then slap your son five Your own family loves me more than you Salute me every time Every time I come to your fucking crib, it better be a plate wrapped up on the stove motherfucker 'Cause you know I'm coming to eat Fuck that I don't even want firsts, I want my seconds first That's right, I eat right out the motherfucking pot Fuck a spoon, I been eating hand to hand my whole life I motivate myself motherfucker Anytime I need to think about some shit man I just go back and close my motherfucking eyes man And go back to the sorrow Fuck outta here man My whole life is a fucking discography, B You stupid? Quadruple platinum Oops, what's that? Another oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brand New Car[Produced by Mark Ronson] [Additional production by Statik Selektah] [Hook] I got a brand new car I got a jazz guitar [Intro] Welcome, everybody [Verse 1] Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me Steer the yacht with my knee, plenty of botany Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography And I know she only want me for my guap-ery (Ahem... let me get my voice right Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4) It's the first time ever Yo fuck this jacket, I turn this shit to 85 napkins Since Jeter's done I'm now the captain Trust you me, Gotham's safer now But there's always a new joker in town Ready to smoke you with that pound But when he shoots it, the flag says "BANG!" and everybody laughs He must be up and off the molly tab I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trenchcoat stupid The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen My lips are sealed like the singer with bad skin My need for speed made the Jag spin Dog, I'll resurrect Freaky Tah to do my ad-libs Overseas I prolly got mad kids That I don't even know about, you better slow down, baby I'm still young, fuck it, gotta use it while it works Nothin' lasts forever, or does it? Fuck it Shout out to my cousins, all of 'em [Hook] I got a brand new car I got a jazz guitar [Verse 2] I'll take it back to playin' handball and smokin' on the park benches Dippin' cabs and hoppin' fences Laughin' all the way back to the buildin' runnin' Got to the door, twist the key, elevator waitin' for me 100, got upstairs and fixed eleven bowls of Crispix Grabbed a Snapple out the bin, no one's an even match for the kid Legs are made of stone, the back of a bridge In goal line situations I'll tackle the fridge Peace to Mike Ditka, 50 on the light fixture Right side shifter, fight fixer, twist your sister And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hair band, mothafucka It's Bam Bam doin' ah ah ah ah [Outro] Out with the, ah! I can't even get this fuckin' right, are you kidding me? I'm ashamed of myself, I'm sorryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ronnie Coleman[Verse 1] When I’m alone Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home Often thinking why the fuck is it I’m not in Rome If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body I see it now, Bronson, the heart-throbby No more pigging out, binging on the late night No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight No more pack of hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right 40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid right I’m eating salad but I’m leaving off the croutons 'Cause ever since a youth your dog's huskier than UConn Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon Lock the refrigerator, there’s no controlling me Steak and chocolate got they muthafuckin hold on me Ain’t trying to be laid in a box, roses on me Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory [Bridge] Lets go, 20 more to go baby boy Yo you want that V by the crotch right? Yeah lets go (I want it) Gimme some pushups Gimme some dips (I can’t no more) Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!) Yeah you want that steak dinner don’t you? (AAAAH) Your gonna work that sandwich off now (I need marshmallows!) Yeah lets fuckin go 20 more miles, lets go you fat fuck (AH MARSHMALLOWS, GIVE IT TO ME) You motherfucker, you, fuck you! [Verse 2] From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque I’m getting twisted eating chicken with a prostitute An hour later eat the burger with my drug dealer Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer Every five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping I don’t want know one to know that I took it Cause I'm an over-eater (Ay yo ock, ay yo ock, fry the mayonnaise for me, man) Life is a smorgasbord to me and I’ma over do it I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don’t cut it Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded The shit they model in Milan that’s looking crispy custom 5 and 6 bitches, lickin’ my dick twitches Serve up a facial, Mister Belding, bitches dismiss ‘em For now I’ll take what I can get till this shit switches Whatever fuck you stupid bitch Peace to the Drums of Heaven Peace to beef ribs Extended lunch time I eat enough for three kids Go on a diet, then fall off because I’m weak kid Since I was young I’m eatin’ candy on the sneak tip My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol Though at my height and weight im probably still the best at ball I’m tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all I bet I have your lady humming on my testicles [Outro] Yeah, Bronsolino Bout to be fuckin, summer time in the winter ShirtlessEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tan Leather[Intro] Fuck it, I want no bullshit pullin', man. No bullshit over here, kid. Straight from queens, man. Flushing to be exact. Shit [Verse 1] Fuck the light at the end of the tunnel Cause I'm living for today, trying not to drown in a bottle Death all around me, drugs seem to numb me Mental's getting sicker, the Devil's getting comfy Acupuncture with the smoke like I'm Mason Storm Legs crossed like a Buddhist, smoking Buddha Angry tuna, chilling, getting brain from Uma Used to lose, now everybody kangaroos Hop off the schnitzel, see me on Kissena Smoke the marijueena, always been the same guy Whether balling on a yacht, or hauling from the cops I'm flooring on the Fox, 'til I'm swelled up in a box All you gotta do is see me when you see me I'm burning bitches from the TV like a CD I'm trynna live the life in 3D So you could nibble on my pee-pee We out in Fiji [Hook] From having money on my mind to having money in my pocket Bone marrow roasted Spread it on the rosemary bread, lightly toasted Drizzle with the vinaigrette Stuffed Dutches and it's pulling like a cigarette [Verse 2] Until I'm tan skinned, bitches saying that I'm handsome 'Bout to be up on the screen like Ted Danson Suede loincloth, never fall off Mr. Wonderful, Paul Orndorff Leather jacket, knee length Peace to people getting money in the 80's with the freebase First time, you get a free taste That's the start of a career chase, I'm eating cheese plate Skirt steak shaved straight up off the diaphragm Muay Thai title fights out in Thailand I spit the fly shit, accompanied by fly bank Use the flows that have me diving up in thighs tan Purple rain, no Prince, summer solstice Dope body, but her pussy's like an old fish The antipasti is a cold dish Yo, I'm focused, catch me out in London speaking Polish [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Madness[Verse 1] Ayo, you ready? Yeah, I'm ready right, the fast life Getting twisted almost every night, my mind is deeper Than the voice featured on Barry White, I'm not the marry type I make her sit in vinegar to get the candy tight I’m flattered at all the chatter and comparisons To the great, soon to see me right on Madison Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face I’m out the world just like a lightning in space The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes [Hook] This is madness, certified madness Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage [Verse 2] Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie I'm in the corner with a hooker playing footsie Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp We eat steak, wine and cheese plate Bronsonline the name is ringing out in each state Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate My feet slide just like a hockey player Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair Sucky sucky, happy ending shower Wifey making dinner, I’ll be home about an hour Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands My rolling skills is undefeated yo you’ll never win I bring the devil in, Bronson known for his benevolence Polo fitted with a leather grip [Hook] [Verse 3] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore Hop in the whip and go for breakfast Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas Damn I’m living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit Everyday I’m thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix I’ll feed her coke for a dick suck Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt Now it’s on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda Pop a hole right through her throat, that’s no joke cause I’mma shoot her [Interlude] Yeah, damn, yo, fuck Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? Fuck [Verse 4] This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby momma It’s always drama, she got too much time on her hands Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man My eyes are open like an owl though Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough But if I die before the hour go Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho Egyptian fixtures, patties by the colliseum Guns from Russia, I turn 'em to a ballerina Cop the work then they bagging coke Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go Master flow work now so I got cash to blow When I’m older, leather on a rugby shoulder I’m top dogging if I’m lying may they slump me overEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hookers At The Point[Intro] Look baby don't play me, play lotto okay, you gotta try to cum okay I'm a nice girl dont play me out I know its not everything baby but I'm out here working and I gotta pay up [Verse 1] Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack 7 times she got stabbed in the back By a regular john she dealt with many times before Thats what she gets for being a whore though She walked the streets, patent leather mini skirt With the zipper, damn I know her kitty hurt 10 hour shifts she thinking' bout retiring Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I think she lying man She'll suck a Jewish lawyer, or an African cabby "It ain't about the money, tryna get back at my daddy Plus I'm feenin' tryna smoke me some crack in the alley" Grease the cops, found her mouthing off Captain O'Malley [Bridge] Yeah, its Hoookers at the point Bitch, get my motherfucking drink, bitch. Henny Quarter filled, in the fuckin sniffter dont put it in the rock glass again please You fucking stupid bitch treat you like garbage kick you in ya fuckin ass Come here bitch, put your breath on my pinky ring bitch Get my motherfucking drink bitch HENNY [Verse 2] As I ride inside my 92' Seville Windows half down so I can see my bitches in the field Best believe they bringing daddy money How you think I copped the caddy dummy Tryna get this Puff Daddy money The name silk but all my bitches call me montel Spit the marvel, with the soft top not the hard shell Three shades of green- suit, hat, and matching lizards 8 bitches look like they straight from the Alaskan blizzard Bitch get my money 'fo I kill ya You know the life you chose But know you wanna be a mother The kid will be retarded you can add him to his brother Do the world a favor line your pussy up with rubber Now you done made me spill my henny on my pinky ring My nails are filed Perfect though right you see me shinin Now get the fuck up out my car and sell ya joint We gettin luchey this is hookers at the point Bitch [Verse 3] Dos en el morning, rocking sweatpants ya know what up Slowly approaching animals in motion Pussy safari, twenty for a lay Ten for a BJ, but free for some free base Before I purchase, I wanna peek at the turkey Make sure that its perky so it won’t turn my dick to jerky Open the door, soon as she sat down, she took a bump She caught the rush, then made a hooker grunt Let’s talk about me, I’m always on the road Got a little dick, many of the secrets I behold Name is dano born in the Bronx, half Puerto Rican Drive a truck hooked on dope cook a soul Was once a prospect for the twin now im on a mission Cryin naked shootin dope up in the kitchen Falling asleep right on the shitter Word to Roberto Clemente dog I’m still a hitter, yeah! [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Practice[Allen Iverson Snippet] I'm supposed to be the franchise player, and we're in here talking about practice. I mean, listen, we talkin' about practice. Not a game, not a game, not a game, we talkin' about practice [Intro] It's motherfucking me Bam Bam Shit man Slap her ass like she scored 30 Ride dirty [Verse 1] Thirty thousand for the DNA swab, don't quit your day job You batty boys ain't even on my radar Order breasts of veal at Walt Frazier's Dog, my women come in all flavors, fold paper, Lord save us Complete a drug deal in a rental rented from AVIS Best believe my motherfucking Timberlands pounding the pavement Dog, I lay with hoes, I smoke butter the same color as Jalen Rose Stand on the balcony naked, just screaming, "Fuck it, I made it!" Every meal I eat steak to make a statement Patrick Bateman, thirty Mexicans in the basement, let's get it shaking The whole block's smelling like bacon My shorty keep it real, take a shit out the car window Hide money in a Nintendo Got a degree in dental Cook like she down in the delta Wrestled the gator for the foot display River monsters, Dog the Bounty Hunter Open bally stuntin', this is Southern Cali summer, bitch [Verse 2] It be the novelist, bare-handed choke a hippopotamus I need to go to Drug-Dealing Anonymous Cheerio ship-flip like Rey Mysterio Me laid up with big money be the scenario Out the watch flew a canary, it's cuckoo Let my man who just came home throw a party where you poo-poo Uh, that is not a nice thought Get locked up in the afternoon, I make it out by Night Court Long as I don't see that world I got the lawyer on retainer like a teenage girl Eating chicken parmesean in the holding cell My feet up, hittin' my G-Pen, yeah, you know me well Quadruple-black coupe, smacks for if you act stupid No love here, motherfuckers, I clap Cupid, jump in the black Buick Then make a sharp right My mother wrist is so cut, look like a shark bite And when I play the guitar, I'm always on acid She said I look like David Justice when she see me floating in the Maxima It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Triple Backflip[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo I'm trying to have the bank account with all the Zero's Rolling Camaros, Jose Canseco was my hero Swing the bat like I swing the 'Lac Snap my fingers and they bring the crab Wave my hand and they bring the bag For your body motherfucker cause you old news And then you see me fucking skip away in boat shoes Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri- rip your dick off Ahh uhhh! Motherfucker I'm a sicko Fucko, amethyst on the knuckle On the arm, something Spanish with a bubble [Hook: Action Bronson] Uh, it's big trouble in Little China All of the china hidden inside of a big vergina Uh, I'll pile drive her through the bed Hit the strip, get my motherfucking bread, don't you say a word, bitch I need the gators just to match the vest Have my apprentice put the stainless to a bastard's chest Come out the sweatsuit Do a triple back flip into the red coupe Skrrrt, we out [Verse 2] Come...hold my dick while I take a piss Shake it off, put it back in my boxer shorts Ride in the drop top lobster Porsche Inside the joint I got some pasta sauce Uh, stalking the street, just to put the fork in the beef Coffins are cheap, seats are very soft in the Jeep The lights hit me at the club, my skin was like a chicken And now my leather to the ankle by my Pippen This feels crazy and I hoping I don't blow it That goes to show I'm still a human under all this glow Needless to say I'm exceeding while you pussies bleeding I guess your weight was not in season Breezing [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Durag vs Headband[Intro: Action Bronson] Yeah yeah (uh-huh) It's me, it's me (uh-huh) I was hatched in '83 (yeah) Fuckin' standin' like the Notre Dame logo right now A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Just leave this shit, man [Verse 1: Action Bronson] If I choose the right horse (uhh) I'ma buy a white Porsche (uhh) Never take the night off (uhh) I'm sayin' that my mind's off (uhh) Ever since I came out (uhh) I been handin' pain out (uhh) Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out Hey now, on the stage, I'm like great balls of fire (uhh) One more year, I'll be on Lake George retired (just one) Big steak like a Jeep tire (uhh) Season up some biceps and throw 'em in the deep fryer [Interlude: Action Bronson] I been hot since I was this big, yeah, uhh I been hot since I was this big, stupid [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket If this was '96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in (it's true) Big beard like I'm lumberjackin' (uhh) Mash the pedal of the 850, sound like the thunder crackin' I'm in a club with a condom on (hahaha) All Under Armour on (yeah) [Hook: Big Body Bes] And when I die Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Microphone attached to my head so I can dance my little heart out Don't make me bring the white guitar out Like the one in Wayne's World, that was shinin' in the window Since 13, I been a nympho, uhh Fuck, That's Delicious on box set Me and my mans smokin' on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg Stand in the store with twenty Ahmed's (a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!) Bazookas on shoulders, hundred pounds of C4 in a stroller Z4s roll up, shit's cold, I think I need a ricola I just dropped a million kroner, I'm a stoner (uhh) You lack culture, I'm a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier, uhh (It's me) [Break: Action Bronson] I just blew my motherfuckin' high, man (ho!) Holy shit I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker [Hook: Big Body Bes] And when I die Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW [Outro: Big Body Bes] Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun (A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Only In America[Produced by: Oh No] [Intro] I'm focused, man, I swear I'm focused. These mothafuckas don't know, I'm the mothafuckin' golden child. Uh huh [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Anywhere I go, you know you're goin' with me Bobby and Whitney without the sniffin' Dog your bitch look like Eddie Griffin I'm three wheelin', keep the Chevy tippin' Big bearded Buddha bangin' bitches in Bermuda Barry Bonds, barracuda, Chattanooga Back alley shooter, black Balley booter Catch me jumpin' out the plane like a black puma Stoned, pump Depeche Mode Man all I see is red snow Left my man with a headstone on Edgecombe He was goin' for the glory in the end zone Just another Saaab story cause the pen's cold Am I gonna sell my soul? That depends, ho Man the vehicle's a rental, speak gentle Mink sweatsuit Stab your father while he's pissin' in the men's room [Hook: Party Supplies] Only in America Just can't seem to get you off of my mind Only in America All that seems we're goin' nowhere Only in America And I just can't seem to get you off my mind The best things in life are free All that seems we're goin' nowhere All that seems we're goin' nowhere All that seems we're goin' nowhere Goin' nowhere, nowhere [Verse 2: Action Bronson] NYC what the fuck is goin' on? These mothafuckas won't play my song They sayin' that we soft, they sayin' that we fell off They sayin' that these other fuckers better than us, you gotta be kiddin' A bunch of pussies, when you piss, you gotta be sittin' You tie your hair in a bun and shirt in a knot You got the urge to suck the cock of Serge Ibaka Pictures of naked rappers hangin' in your locker You and your father never played catch, he taught you how to twerk Since I've been on the Earth I've been lightin' up And I've been all around the world twistin' dykes and purp Shit, light the earth [Hook] Only in America Just can't seem to get you off of my mind Only in America All that seems we're goin' nowhere Only in America And I just can't seem to get you off my mind The best things in life are free All that seems we're goin' nowhere All that seems we're goin' nowhere All that seems we're goin' nowhere The best things in life are free Goin' nowhere, nowhere The best things in life are free (Goin' nowhere)The best things in life are free (All that seems we're goin' nowhere) Only in America Just can't seem to get you off of my mind Only in America All that seems we're goin' nowhere Only in America Just can't seem to get you off of my mind The best things in life are free All that seems we're goin' nowhere All that seems we're goin' nowhere The best things in life are free Goin' nowhere The best things in life are free Nowhere The best things in life are free Free Only in America!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It Concerns Me[Verse 1] Since the last time I seen you boo I been around the world Drugs is gettin' twirled, while driving something absurd Something you never seen, gold and forest green Leanin', growl like a demon, the tires smoking when I'm leaving Playing poker on the river boat Hid the ace long rifle in my bitch's coat Flip off the balcony, knife to the throat, ice in the coke Coke on the table, wild n' out in Roanoke Hall & Oates we at the benefit for wild owls They had the freshwater bass served five styles Flix with Ellen DeGeneres rockin' Perry Ellis Been a degenerate cutting ribbons with senators Knock on my door with balloons and that big check I'm not surprised though still dippin the 5-0 It's all about survival, me and Supplies man alive on arrival [Verse 2] I got the drugs rolled perfect The gold turkish, flow furnace I been a earner, just call me earnest Leave the logistics to attorneys, but if its money it concerns me Yo wake the fuck up tell my bitch to pull the truck up Had the marijuana rolled up bitch this shouldn't be a hold up So much paper it don't fold up, grab the plastic it won't mold up I'm on the boat smoking gold dust I marry ya niece, cash me out in Paris for fleece Shoot the back of ya knees, Gary Sinise Speaking Arabic in Greece Grown men turn the keys to cheese, as I water ski Belize [Verse 3] I seen a lot but I ain't seen it all Dreams to ball but I ain't talking bout Seton Hall Hot red Lamborghini, special seat and all Plus the doors open up like a season whore Now you motherfuckers are sour, wishin' you had the vision Could've been doing division, stay in the coupe like a pigeon Apartment is getting close to the roof ya boy is risen Greek men, jump off the back of the boat for dinner Barehanded snatch up a octopus I'm a winner Grill it, hit it with olive oil and lemon Then kiss my fingers, efharisto that was delicious [Outro] [Applebee's Commercial]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy No Time[Intro] It's always me, yeah, uh! Yeah, beautiful, magnifique, straight up, ah-ha [Chorus] No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away [Bridge] It's a proven fact money make the world go round And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down On the whole team 'cause you weren't taking care of business See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh [Chorus] No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away [Verse 1] When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang Tryna fuck a groupie bitch right on the hood of the Mustang From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing Peace to Bloodstain, Beamer custame On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man) The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my features etch Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch Tell her that I need my slippers fetched I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me Do a split on my dick If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I shit in my pants So I'm taking her to France with me [Chorus] No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away [Verse 2] Doing math like an Asian student I've been a truant, three language fluent Blueish on the Buick Reddish on the hue of the cheeks on my booby Her body smoking like a dooby The joint rolled like a croissant, mad butter Golden brown If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down? Probably no one They like it when you hot, when you not They tell you eat a cock off the springboard I dive into the drop Gold watch, like I just retired No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky At least I'm not up in Pataki's You catch me higher than a Shaq knee See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger The bundle bringer, guns are subtle Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo [Chorus] No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away [Bridge] It's a proven fact money make the world go round And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down On the whole team 'cause you weren't taking care of business See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic [Chorus] No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today Look out the window see me flying away, away [Outro: Action Bronson & Big Body Bes] Oh man, would you tell these motherfuckers what it is please? I gotta tell them what it is? Yeah, I'm asking you to do me that favor Wilding the street that's what I'm about What kind of bitch you like? Man, a bitch with a case on her record.. Okay I need a bitch that's nice with knives.. Hahaa! I need a fucking -- Yo.. Yo .. yo man, on some real, put that weed back How many dope fiends you've been locked up with, son? Yo put that put that back put that back How many dope fiends you've been locked up with? Put that back, put it back, put it back, I mean it How many dope fiends have you been locked up with? I've been locked up with the most wildest bucking dopeheads, wild enough, don't even know they do dopeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Don’s Cheek[Verse 1] Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base, no blonde streak Swimming trunk, 30K in arm's reach I'm on the boat, in the water like a swan's feet To show respect you kiss both sides of the Don's cheek 360 on the Seadoo in a tux Call my homie, tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch Plácido Polanco crib, his bitch was black She started purring, I kissed the cat Aristocrat, wrist dancing like a disco bass In the holster, same shit color as Sisqo's hair 635 slammed like a suplex Cheat off a Chinese kid just like a school test I'm on the hunt for loot, jump out the chunky coupe Hold on, wait till it thunder, here's the gun to shoot Beige leather to the calf, where my math at? You gonna babysit my joint? Then pussy pass that [Hook] I'm getting paper regardless, I'm never facing no charges I got your honor under the armpit The gavel slam and I walk Hammer dances on the porch, downtown gallivanting with a horse Two different drugs to choose, I need the third thing Oriental style shirt Flapping in the wind like a bird's wing I need that good green, ugh, motherfucker need that good green [Verse 2] I got the face like a grown lion, my people hold iron Predict the weather by the wind like an old Mayan Hold my son up, show him to the kingdom While all his blood brothers became drug runners in England Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s Shorties smoking blunts, spades in the corner We moving white like David Spade in the sauna All the money chronological, it look like callaloo Provide the crew designer suits, exotic food Erotic nude and polished shoes, impala smooth Roll up, looking like Sinbad with the earring Lightskin sucking my penis while I'm steering I'm pro [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Midget Cough[Intro: Action Bronson speaking] Yeah It’s me I’m here Swerve Light it [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo I’m on the PCH, smokin’ THC With the team, money be the dream I take it multicolor baby, it ain’t gotta be green On the other side of earth with the queen, I’m from Queens Shit, 3 different types of forks for a Monday lunch Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts We rock medallions and such Don’t even step within six feet of my presence Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard, Fresh pepper Did I mention, steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit If these opportunities arose before we would’ve been had it Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic I been an addict in these streets, in my pants I’ve even shatted Then sat in it, sadly Two things about to cop a few rings And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust Seats soft like a midget’s cough *coughs* Yeah, let’s hear that fly shit *coughs* Yeah man Oh fuck [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I never thought that this could be my life Russian mistress and Parisian wife Always seasoned rice, the animals you find in the jungle on the table sculpted in ice Throw the dice Leg drop after a big boot 1, 2, 3, it’s over, slide in the mint coupe Dive out the chopper in the water, uh No splash, Olympic shit Ayo, the spliff look like a shrimp when it shit Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit, me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip Motherfucka I was born to live And born to fuck a lot of pussy without spawning kids It’s meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 103 And Roosy[Verse 1] Medication in the plastic bag I'm a man motherfucker, you're a half a fag My chest is hairy like the Cubans rocking silk In the 80s on Miami beach You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street Fuck around leave you slumped in your seat 'Cause we're coming from Queens, every platter is Zagat rated Caramelized up, bulls are getting castrated Hold up hold up someone pass the weed to me Fuck a routine I'm switching up the scenery Boats with decks strictly using throats for sex Yoga stretch, open pussy like a sofa bed Key lime spear fishing off the Yucatan Grab a barracuda higher than a parachuter Pair of shooters: Anthony and Harper Caciocavalli dog, I'm sharper than the archer I'm an artisan down for bi-partisan 'Cause everyone getting paid, see me with the freshest fade Charles Oakley, gecko belts and durangos I fuck good and make big seeds like a mango NFL ready, sculpted for the clay court Simple spaghetti shifting in the gray sport Suck my dick bitch real good Mother fuck a kid, Action Bronsolino suck my balls [Verse 2] No disrespect ma, I'm tryna eat the pussy Lift your legs over you head so I can taste the tushy King Thrust is what they call me at the hooker house 260 pounds of pressure right in a hookers mouth 5'7" with the ass of of a horse Put it in from behind its the salad I toss She ride me like a maniac Best believe the bitch a brainiac She known to keep a fresh shaven cat Milk chocolate and her eyes like the sun Keep a loaded 22 inside her thighs and her buns Her pussy lips are tight just like the box of a nun She'll have a fiend itchy and scratchy for rock in the slums Boosting in the boostiere I give my favorite Goose away just to get a closer look at how the juices spray Fucking tired can't go no more My raps are marinated days ahead Jalapeno cream cheese on the raisin bread That's for breakfast I've got a death wish you never catch Bronsolino in a necklace I'm on the block like tetris Caddy green Northstar engine Pecan pie seats Lord I'm a legend Queens shit manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pepe Lopez[Produced by Party Supplies] I got the '89 Firebird Guns like Wyatt Earp Before I do business I want to know the buyer's worth Fast forward '98, Mark McGuire shirt I eat dessert while your bitch flirt (Uhh) Ship work to a Mick out in Pittsburgh When you're focused, strict terms are never misheard Shift gears, schhherrp Twist Earth Lift the Nerf Shit, I got a lot of nerve Catch me on the run with a Nevada nurse Rambo knife in the Escada purse Lestor Diamond in the face, chase I'm in the gray 8 Restaurant, I order rabbit like a Playmate Suede snake, crocodile silk Barely legal Brazilian mami all on the quilt I twist a bitch like Wilt, built I spit the shit the people feel, uhh, yeah Let me take it out to Coney Island, uhh Drinking 40's out in Rockaway, uhh Jones Beach Field 6, uhh Out in Deer Park, peel whips, uhh Flushing Meadow Park shit, uhh Barbecues with the Mexicans Get my muthafucking drink, man Damn, this is Bam Bam This is about to be some shit Blue Chips 2, bitch (Owwww!!!) We so muthafucking out here (Owwww!!!) I wear a bib all muthafucking day [Sample] Muthafucka, you knocked my teeth out! Hey, Sticks, come on!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hot Shots Part Deux[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Aye yo Sing with an accent Portuguese See me wiggle the Porsche keys Grapes, crackers, gorgeous cheese Shifting gears left handed at mighty morphin' speeds She suck me off while I torch the weed She throw the drug in her butt She hasn't shit for days She chill with dykes from the state right where the Mystic play "You got a nice white dick" That's what the sistas say Hit the switch then I switch the lane Dipped 66 in grey Lines, lines laying on my shoulder Olive, olive green loafs covering my toes up Loud, cover my clothes with that five wagon coke I'm doper than a salsa singer's nose Smoke somethin' [Verse 2: Riff Raff] Uh, Ruby Tuesday Cinderella Ballerina Import important passports Pasadena Poppin' Fendi collars might be Berry Gordy Pterodactyl dashboard Seats, prehistoric Dinosaur Money cools the heart, but can't be too rude Mind frame and attitude of a young Uncle Scrooge You roody poo's get abused Hulk Hogan Ultimate Warrior The eggs get boiled Clash of the Titans Conan the Destroyer Turn tables with the young Clark Gable Different mind fables Syrup pours like maple I'm watching cable Plus my building marble housing structure Prescription deductible Rap game Dr.Huxtable [Verse 3: Dana Coppafeel] Check it Yeah I got that Kool Keith That Ultramagnetic Rhyme force like a lama spit Electrifying Just like a Blanka hit They duckin' like the Gaza strip No worries got it covered like Islamic chicks I promise to body every beat The hunger is bottomless So peep game But they fronted so you know that we can't follow it It gets deep and you can tell the way That she swallows dick My brain is a lethal weapon Tongue projects them hollow tips The vision so vivid Feeling like you might've lived it But you didn't You bit it the minute that we delivered it Just admit it get the Medikit Break it into two like subject and predicate Coppa for presidentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Barry Horowitz"His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida" "Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!!" [Action Bronson] Yeah, the Chocolatier Bronsalinio... yeah To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'llac Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back Ain't no "Cat in the Hat," just a cat that can rap This is Bronson - representing Flushing, Queens on the map Yeah - heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind Born to ride, winter spring summer shine Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide You don't want the revolution to be televised Terrorfied from the Arab mountain death camps With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief To the neck like a razor for the stubble Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it ("Someone took the words to my song") {*ding ding ding*} It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn These old suckers gettin placed into a young urn Specialized like the little bus Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris King Kong ain't got shit on us I'm out here gettin it for real while you motherfuckers filibust' Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission Started at pole position, eyes on the long division As it burn my thumb, I roll another one Quite persistant, that's why they call me my mother's son Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish Obey the coke king Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit! ("Someone took the words to my song" - 2X) [Jim Ross] "Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy White Bronco[Intro] Woo, woo, ah Woo, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh Yuh [Verse] Yeah, it’s true, the Lamborghini truck light blue (True) The shotty down my leg and we stuck like glue (true) My shorty like, “Damn, nobody fuck like you” (Ay, no) One love to my uptown crew This new shit swing like Tiger at the Masters (Uh huh) Man, I don't fuck with none of these bastards (None of 'em) I'm like a fucking father to these bastards (Uh) Shut the fuck up and eat your pudding (Pudding) Twenty alligators died for this shit I put my foot in (Foot in) You barely got your footing, everything I did, they said I couldn't (Uh) Now it's middle finger up with the hoodie (Uh) Eyes dumb low blowing goodie goodie (Uh) Baklava, bestseller (True) How we celebrate? Went to 125 and bought a red leather (Another fact) Man, your boy is on another planet He just sitting in the whip by himself bumping Janet Rhythm Nation, living life without no limitations (Uh) Tryna have enough money that'll fill the basement (Please) And enough drugs to fill my face with And enough to give the M6 a facelift (Damn) Turn that motherfucker to a spaceship (Woo, yup) All these women calling me Taye Diggs (Uh, woo, yup) It's me (Yeah, yup, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Outro] And I'm just out here living my best life (It's true, oh shit, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I'm just out here living my best life (Yeah, uh, uh huh, whatever, yeah) And I'm just out here living my best life (Uh, whatever, whatever, whatever) But somebody always tryna fuck it upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Chairman’s Intent[Intro] Yeah (You don't even know me) Yeah, yeah, ah (You don't even know me) Ah-ha (You don't even know me) It's me, yeah (You don't even know me) [Verse 1] Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars Fuck that shit, you ain't hot like Prince You got a little shine, but not like this Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles All from what I did last summer? But motherfuckers forget, till I'm back up on the set And every motherfucking jump shot wet Same outfit every day like a cartoon (That's me!) Uh, they'll never find you in a shark soup (Nope) And there will never be a part two Shit, you're looking at some motherfucking art, boo [Verse 2] Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Lawrence Taylor Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor (Mwah!) I got the soul of an Amazon healer Better be sure to put them cameras on (Please) Turn dreams into real shit Yeah, I might be sick Sitting court side, I'm likely lit Draw blood, I'm already made (Uh) But little man will cut your face like wedding cake (Aaah!) [Chorus] You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me [Bridge] Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!) Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!) Watch the fifth wheel fall From this top floor view, I can see it all Yeah, man From this top floor view, I can see it all I can see it all, uh [Verse 3] I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table (Phenomenal!) Uh, that shit was shining like an angel (Whoo!) I never trust a dude named Angel (Nah) Long steel 4/5s turn him to an angel The sky opened up and down came me Young AB, floatin' in a Jag from the '80s (Uh) Tanned like I just left Haiti (Uh) Looking like I had mad plastic surgery (Aaah! Damn) They turned Bam Bam Chinese And that's fine by me (True) Shit, I need some time to realign my chi (So?) So bitch, please pass that bombazee Before I get upset [Chorus] You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Galactic Love[Intro] Do me a favor, with that, light the candle Is that the Hawaiian Rayman? Aight I get the same one every single time, I don't understand this [Verse 1] At the piano with a glass of pinot All red silk like I'm Nino Custom made shit, I weight 140 kilos Sneeze on 100G's, hoes on their knees blow from Montego The way my hair look you swear my name was Rodrigo Lay low, if you can't do it then just say no If you ain't built to play this game then you get halo'd I put a lot of fiends in k-holes [Skit 1] Hello Hi What's up mama? I just watched perform How do you feel about it? They ain't you baby hahaha, you're better than all these shit heads [Verse 2] I'm just a bastard with a bad habit Bad back in a black Volkswagen Rabbit Shit I gotta have it Black magic woman put a spell on me Fuck around and win a spelling bee I could walk under ladders, still win the lotto Ten minutes flat, built a boat in a bottle Roy Rogers bathroom, sniffin' coke with a model Told her to Google me, shit I might paint the Cougar green All this lechuga in my jeans I still see Freddy Kruger in my dreams Ain't nothin' moving but the cream Shit, know I do it for team [Skit 2] I just wanna hear em announce your name, that's all I care about How's your knee? My knee is... It's not bad these past few days You been alright? [Verse 3] That's all I care about Took a meeting up at Paramount Typecast as a romantic lead I'm classically trained for drug dealing But I wasn't good at drug dealing So I flipped shit, rug, ceiling Dry water, five daughters all stood 5'4" Or got 5 quarters for the store [Outro] Fuck knows what I'm saying anymore mane, my mind is shot, been working so motherfuckin' hard So I'm bout to light this motherfuckin' dab up Til the next time, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 9-24-7000[Intro 1] Why are we letting things in the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our neural wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a-a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will, see 'cause scrip-ahaha… [Intro 2: Action Bronson] Shit, sweep you off your feet Like Ryu in the corner Shit, man, haha Smooth, man I'm a fuckin' smooth mover, uh [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo, if I didn't say it's me, you would probably think it's Sting My fish go bling, what, this old thing? I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder, fuck the bullshit November rain came the same day My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13 Only compare me to Kevin Spacey Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two Kamalas Do a world tour and scoop some dollars Come home and hit the pool hall I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast It's me, man [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I'm the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head Wisdom from the old heads, you ain't gettin' no head You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes Dawg, I hit the best of 'em, motherfuck the rest of 'em Well, now I'm nestled in the Tesla eatin' pretzels, huh? I should probably put a wetsuit on I'll be right back… [Interlude: Rick Ross] Young Renzel, line two Young A.B., I got this you dig? Yeah, yo (Maybach music) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches Skippin' school bitches, cookin' me food bitches All my niggas down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnickens Got a few tickets for bitches who truly digged us College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner Simple individual, confident in the Lotus Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes As I open my eyes, surprised by seven figures Baking soda required, decided drug dealin' Residents is divided amongst the feds and children Let him keep totin' drugs if he willin' to plead guilty The star state witness, they'll hit you up for that selfie Dro can only help me, Backwood and I'm healthy I'm the label owner, I'm the only one can shelf me Biggest (Maybach music) boss [Outro] Why are we letting things in the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our neural wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a-a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will, see 'cause scrip-ahaha…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 5 Minute Beats 1 Take Raps[Verse One] Five minute beats, one take raps No false stories of my gunplay stats Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat Hand-craft the music, rhymes stay acoustic Pies and Thighs on my mind all the time, roll the lime Fuck rap I was class with my bus pass Early nineties Tom Selleck with the moustache Your eyes are blind to the diamond in the rough Needle in the hay, charismatic character, far from amateur Spider senses so I'm scanning the parameter Straight from scrubs so my uncle is a janitor Love my Mother, hate a motherfucker, hate a piece o' shit, hate a cocksucker Stand beside me motherfucker you're my brother Came from different pussies but we share the same supper [Hook] Five minute beats, one take raps No false stories of my gunplay stats Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat [Verse Two] West Palm Beach betting on a dog race Bitch with me big titties and a small waist Pistol noise, shiftin' in a Hitler toy Kick shit, young Ruud van Nistelrooy Eating brisket, chilling at the bris Knuckles like I punch walls metal in the fist Smoking seven kinds of pepper and shit Veteran shit, give Melissa Etheridge a dick Stroke pussy like a cat lover My kids are mixed that means they got a black Mother And their Father's a G Strictly Oolong on the tea, the shirt straight from '93, man with the ski Peace to lo-lives Brooklyn, smart crew Queens Sharp tooth fiends in the chartreuse jeans Old Girbaud shit, pockets in the front Waist 33, odd sizes out of Marshalls [Hook] Five minute beats, one take raps No false stories of my gunplay stats Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat Kid, Queens shit, Blue Chips shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Flip YaIntro [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Live Stare in the mirror I'm a changed man Never, I'm just executing my game plan Shit, I'm crunching numbers just like a rain man And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand I snap the button on the driving gloves Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug I probably die from drugs or while I'm fucking Fuck it, as long as she suck dick You see me with a bitch like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb Staring at the crescent while I'm laying on my back Smokin' drug, you know the potent one Put a half ounce of the crystal in the asshole of a shih tzu Twist your bitch too, like Brazilian jujitsu When I marry, cop a shower room that shits two Sell your pussy if I called and had my chips, boo It's Bam Bam and I'm feeling like my time is here, to take the world over Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl's shoulder, then have a cold soda If you ain't with me roll over [Verse 2: Retchy P (Retch)] My mind marinate in drug sauce The private driver's name is Gustaf The cuff links is like a slut's cough So disgusting, english muffin With the butter at the Yiddish luncheon With my pimpish cousin He sport the slick-back clean And I inquired howd he get that Paused and said a bitch is a bitch I twist the spliff while I sit in the six The classic LO sweaters sit on the prince Thumbs in the belt loop, as i pose for the pic My boyish element, I blessed your residence with elegance Turning entire rooms into elephants Stepped in the building The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey Ferrari cake at the party Wheeled in by Steve Harvey He had the freshest line in the building He stunted on mine, it was my party And he tarnished my shine got mad and had him escorted out "Vincent, get 'im outta my sight" And Missy Elliot had started a fight Busta Rhymes was on a molly From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely I rock the Jordan sole that's kinda icy My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey NiggahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let Me Breathe[Intro] Like the way it sounds, Fraudy? Uh, yeah, yeah Just let me breathe for a minute, man Just let me breathe Just let me breathe for a minute, man (You already know it's me, man) Just let me breathe for a minute (You already know it's me, man) Just let me breathe [Verse 1] It's too hot, drop the top off the wagon (Uh) Lay back, blowing fire like dragon (Poof!) Man, I'm flying past Saturn (Uh) Fuck outta here like I ain't that savage (No, no, no, no) Two Uzis and a rifle (Woo!) It's like I'm at the studio with Michael (Michael Jackson) You can hear me dancing on the beat (Uh) Bam Bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh Hundred Latins in your lobby (What?) That's what happens when you fuck around with Body (Body) Uh, and I put that on my mami (It's on my mami) I would never give my heart to a thotty (Never!) If I could just make a dance that goes with this song (Uh) Then I'ma be on (So on) Basic bitches gon' dance to it (Everywhere) Basic bitches everywhere gon' dance to it (Everywhere) [Chorus] Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, uh Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, man Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it [Bridge] You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit Shake that shit Shake that shit You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit Shake that shit Shake it [Verse 2] I got two shows, I'm about to pitch another Throwing alley oops to my brothers (Curry!) We all shine, nobody victims (No) Armani sweatsuit pimping (Uh) Black Pippens (Uh) I swag different (Uhh) That's why the money in the bag different (Different) Come up short, you'll have your motherfuckin' fam missing (Gone) I lay on beaches and swerve in whips (Uh) You ain't servin' shit, you just an urban myth (Woo!) Every day get fleek (Fleek) Riding around Queens on a jetski, it's me (You know it's me!) Everyday get high (High) 'Til the day I die Everyday get high Man I roll that shit (Shit) And I smoke that shit Honey bouncin' up and down (Down) She nearly broke my dick (My dick) She nearly broke my dick (My dick, my dick) [Chorus] Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, uh Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, man Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy City Boy Blues[Produced by 88 Keys] [Verse 1: Action Bronson (Chauncey Sherod)] On this dark old road, tryna find my way I'm sick and I'm tired of games people play (Singing I'm tired of games people play) No 808, I'm barely standing Leave me for dead with that gun in your hand (gun in your hand) Now I got no soul, it was taken a long time ago (It was taken a long time ago) I've given my life to a stranger, that sleeps by my side at night Look in her eyes, I see danger, and man is this shining bright [Bridge: Action Bronson] She won't think twice, to hurt me She won't think twice, to hurt me She won't think twice, to hurt me She won't think twice [Hook: Action Bronson] She only wants money my money She only wants money my money She only wants money from me, love from somebody else She only wants money from me, love from somebody else [Reprise: Action Bronson (Chauncey Sherod)] On this dark old road, tryna find my way I'm singing, I'm tired of games people play (Singing I'm tired of games people play) No 808, I'm barely standing Leave me for dead with that gun in your hand (gun in your hand) Now I got no soul, it was taken a long time ago (It was taken a long time ago) I've given my life to a stranger, that sleeps by my side at night Look in her eyes, I see danger, and man is this shinning bright [Bridge: Action Bronson] She won't think twice, to hurt me She won't think twice, to hurt me She won't think twice, to hurt me She won't think twice [Hook: Action Bronson] She only wants money my money She only wants money my money She only wants money from me, love from somebody else She only wants money from me, love from somebody else She only wants money from me, love from somebody else She only wants money from me, love from somebody elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Heel ToeLa Musica De Harry Fraud [Intro] Yeah, Irv (huh?) Put a thousand on the grey dog (Which one, over there?) I like that one (Alright) [Verse 1] Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare ya To come and take this, find you in a basement naked Plus it's rainin' She took a sniff, now she dancin' like she Usher Raymond See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons Seat colors Sanaa Lathan, kinda resembles fried bacon I shoot at your crew, put the spoon inside the Tiramisu As I sat there looking cute in a suit Shit I made it cool To be yourself again without nobody helpin' em What is that velvet? Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist All these fuckin' demons that infest the kid This be that shit that your grandfather's invested in Dad's back, your new shit I had that My new bitch is half black, Bimmer made the hatchback I'm havin' flashbacks of razors in the ass crack Hundred thousand dollars all in ones inside the trash bag A bunch of fiends, I'm havin' lunch in Queens A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees I'm at the garden sittin' Indian style, that means I'm on the floor My skin is shinin' like it's Armor All Freak bitches like a carnival Bitch I stay on the boat just like a barnacle I don't talk to no sons so bring your father through And I was born in December, paint the Impala blue Bitch it's gettin' cold, huh [Hook] She sniff blow, did the heel toe Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough [Verse 2] Hang out the window of my sports car I'm listenin' to Prince Bitch from Berlin is blowin' me behind the tints Doves cried, then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye Eyes still in the mirror lookin' for one time When we were younger used to play in parks Now my hunger got me drivin' European sharks Lay in lofts, paint the hall a light Chilean moss Shit I stay on the porch, lightin' a torch up like headlights on the Porsche Tan coupin', work tanner than Cam Newton Hand crafted Lands snoozin' Susan, boufin' balloons in, shorty from Oahaxa Husband back in México, cross this out his lock Check came in it was $3500 just on the stomach Imagine what we spent on weapons And I have our bitch draped up in leopard Joints filled up with pepper I'm straight from Queens mother fucker, what you reppin' [Hook] [Verse 3] My bitch gallop like a tan deer Stealin' outfits? from the Tangiers I been a man here so many damn years You see that plane, it lands here You see that drop, that's to drive me away, I'm wearin' cashmere Pink champagne spillin' down the glass again I swear just one more score baby we cashin' in Me and money got a good rapport I shot the cuban whore, papi met his maker in the humidor Dove off the boat with the briefcase, no police chase Then I went and had a cheesesteak from Ishkabibbles Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one arm like Richard Kimble Bitch I've been the symbol Bitch I've been the symbol Bitch I've been the symbol Bitch I've been the symbol Bitch I've been the symbol [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ron Simmons[Verse 1] Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate Parmesan crisp, we wildin' in Marea Doing all the drugs off of Pico and Labrea Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers Brock Fetch Polaroids Bitches named Inga Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singin Hash between my butt cheeks, hookers in the plush suite Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread Move cocaine out of Spokane, I got no shame Spit the propane, relieve you of your gold chain Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name Hazelnut spread, banana on the bread Treat you like a shark, put the hammer on your head Mock neck sweaters, Alpaca on the threads Fat black leathers. Leave your body in the shed Damn [Hook] Ron Simmons Peace to motherfucking Iceland Ron Simmons Ron Simmons Ron, Ron Simmons Ron Simmons [Verse 2] Damn, your fucking with a pro kid No triple A I went straight up to the show, kid While You can catch me out in Spain on the coast, dick Don't ever say my fucking music sound like Ghost shit Born alone, stood strong for half of fifty Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi Old and sweaty, motherfucker shit the bed They crying in the corner while their shorty give me head Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes Old grapes in the glasses she suck me while I'm flaccid Every summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake Placid Dabble then pass it, don't ever babble or get blasted Bitches ass to ass, double dildos made of plastic Remain classic with all this flash inside the pan shit Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers, never land bitch Damn, we never land bitch Yeah, we never land bitch Kinda high, never land bitch But you can see me eatin Lamb, bitch DamnEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bonzai[Intro] My life, my life Yeah [Verse] It's been a minute but your boy back with it Time to enjoy my chicken (Uh) Motherfucker, this is big business My product bangin' like a baked biscuit (Yeah) Daddy back with his long white Cadillac Now it's time to take a nappy-nap (Yup) I'm so chill, it's like I'm in a circle playing hacky-sack Embroidered dragon on the satin jacket, bastard I'm always eatin' dinner Still got the body of a swimmer and I don't like winter no more You can catch me where the grass is greener Blastin' Aaliyah (Uh) Sleep with amethysts around the bed Quartz go around my head like a force field Open portals to the stars and it's all real (Yeah, and it's all real, yeah) Open portals to the stars and it's all real Now I'm layin' in the bed naked My chick said I look like Kevin Bacon (For real) I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not but I'll take it Three dice in my hand, I might as well shake it (Head crack) Mommy needs a kitchen set She off the boat, she don't even know The Simpsons yet (That's crazy) Told her, "Baby, you ain't livin' yet" (That's crazy!) Nah, you ain't livin' yet I might hang off the side of the mountain to trim a bonsai (Uh) Perfect 10 on the swan dive, uh (Uh) I could never do no wrong in my mom's eyes Damn, time flies, and it don't wait for no one (Nobody) Crash the Benz, buy a new one And get my baby one too 'cause she a true one I'll get the red, you get the blue one (Yeah) I rolled up and then I blew one and she did too, uh [Outro: ?] Seen Tom Hardy on the street a few weeks ago Tom Hardy knew what a real cowboy was Jimmy Page and Led Zeppelin Were the last ones with this much sauceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tapas[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yeah my sole purpose/Long hair, speak Turkish Twisted sisters out like the UniverSoul Circus About to cop the crib furnished Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace Quattro fromage Big plate look like a lobster collage I'm on the art and the food scene Fuck rap, laying back, eating poutine Matter of fact, couple raps will make a coupe lean While you see me in the shorts all weather Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk Rockaway smelling like Georgi Ready for orgies, slightly retarded Breading the porgy 20 seconds dead in the forty All this money to be gotten Hailin' from the rotten Scotch make it neat, no socks on the feet When I'm stepping the loafer Creamy like the robiola Guaranteed I'm getting box like an old controller Baby momma catching cases High speed chases Fiends rocking the ID bracelets You only live once, so fuck if I'mma waste it I'm in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste it Yeah, make cheese like the fromagia Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars Daddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin Gaye Keep the Dodge, I want the '87 Saab in gray [Verse 2] Stuff a shorty like the man a gut Light tan on the shoe like banana nut Strong odor off the weed like your grandma's butt No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt But I'm known to eat expensive lunches From the farm right to the table Aired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relate Figs at the peak of their ripeness Money off this music, motherfucker I like this So cut the check [Verse 3] Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origami Floating in the water, north of North Dakota Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection Pussy like a leather jacket Been to hell and back They tried to sell me back, but they couldn't Hookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc Gooden “tapas up for grabs so fuck it, then why wouldn’t Bronson be the one coming through with the gold beltEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jackson & Travolta[Intro] Where all the good songs have gone WCBS FM [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Rocking all green outfits, the budder look like Sun Chips Suck my son's dick, we in the street like a bum's shit Bury me on Kissena I'm riding low like a centipede in the Beamer Million-dollar belt, precious facial features Acid in the fucking headband, get the bedpan I'm shitting on myself, and you're the one who gotta clean it While I lay there, just to get some Ray-Bans? Shit 800 dollars just for play pants Don't try to touch me with those AIDs hands Raise my performance fee to 80 grand Hipster bitches, they pussy smell like seitan I'm glad I ate lamb [Interlude: Action Bronson] Smoke something Got me fucking…got me hot in here, man Fuck, bitch, ah Shit, yo [Verse 2: Action Bronson] The kid caught herpes from the Rabbi Yacob from 165, with the bad eye Drug deal transportation was a cab ride Displayed on the mantle was a brass lion Mass from Ireland, give you a casket to lie up in While an Asian man play the violin He was taught from age 2, never miss a note Brought his sister in the bathroom to shit the coke out I cop the Audi with the poke out 700 thousand dollars at the smokehouse Drugs in my lungs…ah, fuck [Bridge] Fast money 'til we die, peep the resume Hang-glide into the boat, get my cheddar notes Keep the shotty in the leather coat Motherfucker, better know Fast money 'til we die, peep the resume Hang-glide into the boat, get my cheddar notes Keep the shotty in the leather coat Motherfucker, better know [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] Many nights I shot dice in the drug den My raps permeate from a thug's pen, and love when I think about my purpose in life, keep soft mouths slurping precise These bitches love us We named Pit Bulls after hard liquor (Hennessy!) Turn the knife in the wound, make it scar thicker Shit, we still wear jean shorts Veteran, playing these mean sports What up Dab? This ain't boom bap, homie it's doom rap And your career shit couldn't compare with Bronsoline and Laurenivici, write fly rhymes and sky dive from Mount Fiji That's word to my parachute Old money still flows, last chapter loot Firearms and novelty beverages Keep drama riddled with hemorrhages We good thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy It’s Me[Intro] Fucking wax man What is this doing to us? [Verse] Heading towards a magical path Rhyming over African jazz Put the drug inside the crack of my ass Do a squat then it falls out Set it off, tell my whore, "Wear the mall out Cop whatever, put it on the mastercard Come home so I can fuck you really fast and hard" (Yo who the fuck you with?) Oh, I'm with that bastard Jon In the Porsche and the seats are made of mastodon He had an accident and now he got a plastic arm Got paid, got his mom a nail salon Got laid, he can choose 'em from a catalogue Russian, Taiwanese, whatever They say I'm looking Siamese in leather Little red devil on the dresser Writing red pencil on the letter Thin slices of the cheddar Fold it up make my life better We had the lunch at Osteria Morini I had the calf's brain Half glass of Cabernet on the PATH train New year they still love me for my past fame Like a soccer player call me by my last name A young Zinedine Zidane In Flushing Meadow Park drinking hennessy with mom You might catch me out in Tennessee with wine Won't even dine unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan [Outro] Fly away Shit, won't even dine Unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan [Phil Mickleson Enbrel commercial]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy La Luna[Intro: Action Bronson & Unknown person/Answering machine] Yo, yo, I need a car. I have to go to the garden. I'm gonna be late. I need one right now. Can you please call La Luna? Alright (Phone ringing) Hello. You've reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services. If you need a ride to the airport call 1-800 [?] airport. Please hold Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that shit is funky, what is that? Yo, what beat is that? It's from the phone Could rhyme on this. Oh, hell yeah, hahah, yeah [Verse 1] Came out the pussy wearing Timbs Oh, my lord, it's him Time to put the toys back in the bin 'Cause I'm sick of this shit Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least I'ma say my peace And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me Asian shooter with the blonde hair, Street Fighter character Fuck around and suplex 'em through the salad bar My life is greenlit, no script And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit Bitch, I'm focused like none other, the number one Don Dada Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing Mind blown [Interlude] A customer representative will be with you shortly. Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes? Seven minutes. Call 1-800-80… [Verse 2] Your shit lack quality I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery My first joint was like an odyssey The second joint straight raw like the shaman's feet Climbed the stairs to the sun Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close To another thousand years, here's a toast (clink) Champagne drippin' down the beard hair Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good Now [Outro] (Uh) (Rock-a-bye baby, yeah) (Rock-a-bye baby, uh-huh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Arts & Leisure[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Yo, brown Napoleon Dynamite, white Dolemite Sho' Ya Right, Holy Moly, totally tight White America, good morning Erykah Badu, where are you at? Allahu Akbar, do that, do that, do that Do-do that that that Do do do, do do that Do that, show that, pro-black, pro-brown Down, round, getting down, down Yippee-kai-yai-yay, it's a showdown Girls say chill, you ain't too cool to be nice to boo-boo You right, you right, you right, true, true Sorry if I'm acting too cuckoo All the zoom zoom got me acting like there's flowers in my doo doo I'mma roll the dice for some new shoes If that don't work then, boo hoo At least you couldn't say I never grew two If I can't win, then it's lose-lose Do it for the kids like Blue's Clues Choo-choo-choose to be Half-asshole, half-bashful Uh, give me like half a glass full Or maybe a quarter that I'm like a black quarterback In the motherfucking... oh shit, bobbing, ducking Weaving, passing and running Passing and running, passing and running Like a caravan Um, wait, what was it? I don't even know, buddy Exactly [Verse 2: Action Bronson] As my grandma knits the sweater Chickens with the cheddar Timbos and yarmulkes, you ain't in my genre Bitch, blow me: harmonica Arts and leisure, peace to Jon Caramanica Sam Sifton rate the plate that we feasting on I jerk my penis off at the precinct, dog Since a youth, all proposals been indecent, dog Sense of humor so I'm down for a comedic song Rub my dick like my zipper when I walk Touch of Down's Syndrome, flip it when she talks Gums are purple, teeth monkey Her look is mix with streetwalker and a junkieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Latin Grammys[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aah-ooh) [Chorus] I might not be able to touch my toes But I will still fuck these hoes I might not be able to touch my toes But I will still fuck these hoes [Verse 1] You take steps to get to the sex, I just flex (Aha) Like Lex, dance moves with the pecs (Aha, pecs) It be like, "Damn, that man smooth like a Corvette" Vroom vroom through the set, who's next to get suplexed? Suplex City, bitch Suplex City, bitch (Ha) Suplex City, bitch (Ha) Suplex City, bitch You know the vibe, your boy been immortalized Yellow M5 glide like water slide (Oh, so true) Black trench like the ‘taker (You know me) Black tint so they can’t make us (The fucking Undertaker) I fly the plane better than Tom Cruise Drive cars like Dale Sr. with my feet up Lotus pose like Shiva on the floor For the fight with my seat next to Jeter I told that motherfucker roll the weed up, please [Chorus] I might not be able to touch my toes But I will still fuck these hoes [Verse 2] My new shit, Only for Dolphins Then let the slammer off like Dolph Lundgren You know the Bronco starts howling once the light dims And he ain't stoppin' 'til the night ends So go ahead with your pitty pat My swimming trunks hold fifty racks Don't make me hit you with the Diddy dance I carved a hundred skulls into the handle of the mini-Mac Your boy keeps acid in his sack, daddy Been hot since miggity, miggity, miggity mac daddy And that’s a long time And I could care less what them motherfuckers sayin’ And that’s no lie Bitch, I’m living la vida loca Yellow grove, figaro, choke me Laughing in the mirror like the Joker with the Oakleys My whole team out for dead presidents like Bokeem It’s young baklava, you know me, yeah [Chorus] I might not be able to touch my toes But I will still fuck these hoes I might not be able to touch my toes But I will still fuck these hoes Yeah, I might not be able to touch my toes But I will still fuck these hoes I might not be able to touch my toes But I will still fuck these hoes [Outro] Yeah Bam bam, baklavizzy Flushing, Queens shit (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat) Seventy, seventyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Seven Series Triplets[Intro] [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Uh-huh, yeah, yo Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart Love is a privilege and you better play your part Don't wanna leave it to the lawyers breath Snap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer steps Wishing you were a boy again Late night stand on the roof, smoke a newp Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose Three different colors on the goose with the boots Maryland College basketball suits I drive the 525 made in '95 Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikaze Right arm hang out the window while I steer left Near death, slam into a deer's chest Lights out for a second, but I'm back Hopped up like a karate master Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin Come out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it Queens [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in Head shots real precise like a surgeon I see your heart beating through your shirt, nervous Nigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave in Wow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yet This nigga done got so scared he took a shit Then I swerved in some low key wheels And go about my business like it never happened, chill For reals, pop a couple pills Cup a drink, come to think about it I feels Like turning up the rap, ignorant, loud Like this weed that I smoke, make a thick, yellow cloud Perpetual payday, my money don't vacay I'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazy You could only imagine But you could never fathom my intelligence, I get at em [Interlude: Raekwon] Oh shit, it's real like that, right y'all? Word up man, pledge allegiance man [Verse 3: Raekwon] I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be 'suing niggas You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas And my money, I'm collecting and I'm stepping Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon Hungry and angry and I'm savagery, but still More your majesty, wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it And I'm gon' keep you rich, so chill Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots Death is our game plan, new playing bullets Come in spray cans, write graffiti all on your vest Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy He the best of it, put it right there, you get a check Slang prostitution, it's prohibition When we move shit, this is what some niggas suggest I suggest war, and clout the fake niggas They could move out, take no chance, you never know, ya'll [Outro: Raekwon] For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homies You sit around this, you sit around the best With gold forks and all that, word up Y'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come You know what it is man, it's automaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hot Pepper[Dialogue: Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren, Jah Tiger and local man] A: I'm hungry, man L: Hey, it's the DJ A: This is the DJ? L: Yeah J: [?] vibrate, Haile Selassie, y'know … this is 2011, Caribbean magazine, maybe you know him A: Aaah, that's the guy J: Yes M: We wanna hear you live, talk– let's hear somethin' J: Come on, come on, come on [Intro: Action Bronson] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge: Action Bronson] I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yeah, it's me Yo, these queers tryna rock me to sleep (Never) But the show got a line Around five blocks, read it and weep (Bitch) Shit, I'm unexplained like a lot of things (What?) If I see it and I want it, I'ma get it baby, ba-da-bing (Bing) No doors on my jeep (Nope) That's the case, I had to jump out And Stacey Dash on police (Yo, I'm out! Yo, I'm out!) I shoulda tried out for the Chiefs, damn (Uh) A Hall of Famer at the least, damn (Uh) This train won't stop, so my chick won't top (Nope) I'm bouncing down the block in that '62 drop ('62 drop) I'm so sincere, man, I shit you not (I shit you not) I'm qualified to speak for my attorneys Address the jury in a Shaq jersey (The black one) This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix (Yeah) I think I'll fuck around and throw Aladdin on the remix (Yeah) You can never score a point against my defense (No) For many years, my mind been going off the deep end Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball You get turned into a taco (Mmm) Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco (Hey, Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis?) Like I said, they'll never find you in a pot roast (Never) Uh, they'll never find you in a pot roast [Bridge: Action Bronson] I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year [Chorus: Jah Tiger] When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name [Verse 2: Mayhem Lauren] Yo, yeah, yo Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists Three's basic, forty-five colors on the Coogi You see me but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father Up in Saks bustin' down racks We out in Bal Harbour, certified Looking like I'm powerin' appliance Beefin' over money that can sour an alliance Infused EVOO, sitting in the cabinet Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet Outfits, controversial like I'm Russell Westbrook Code name Lorraine, 'bout to hit you with a left hook And fuck these old niggas actin' like they made us We superceded everything they did so now they hate us Take a look at my life, 'cause I'm historical You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal I'm the type to look up continents and then explore a few Splash Disaronno in the coffee This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary Every Gucci hoodie that's out, you couldn't style with me Creamed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through Easy 'fore we up in the spot, I might blind you Shit [Chorus: Jah Tiger] When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name Baby, you can call my name [Outro: Action Bronson and Jah Tiger] That's how you perform under pressure Just cameras and stuff like that, and this man just went in there and knocked it out! Rastafari, mon, Haile Selassie, monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blue Chips[Intro] [Ed Axley] “I gotta ask this question or I wouldn’t be doing my job... Would you care to comment on the rumor that you arranged for an automobile to be purchased for (Action Bronson)?" [Pete Bell] “You know- You know, Ed, you just gotta get your mind out of the gutter You know, you- you just gotta start thinking straight I mean, it’s right there in front of you For Christ’s sake it wasn’t an automobile, I mean, it was a fully loaded Lexus!” [Verse 1] Fifty large Sitting sipping vichyssoise Silk robes Pepper on the pasta Cheeses from Lazio Pussy mi carpaccio Lightly dressed Hairy like a Viking’s chest Bobby Bacala Hopping out the Saab Chris Hansen Dancin’ in a Swiss mansion Shorty gorgeous Daddy keep the wrist handsome Old Impalas Keep them jumping like they Steve Francis Need a Carhartts Like Dykstra with the car wash Young Tarbash Higher than a Star Fox Monday morning Caught her back end with the arm slot Twenty years Probably catch me with the pony tail Borsch polish Sipping out the holy grail Tear-away pants Prince Rogers Nelson We father figures Famous like DiMaggio You can tell a tranny by the neck Catch me in Solana with the bow and arrow Roasting marrow Lacoste Sailboat Tying hookers to the railroad Doctor Zizmor On the N train, Astoria-bound Celino and Barnes Trying to get the paper right [Verse 2] Trying to get the paper right Guy Fieri shirt Long pinky nail Nose numb Earing with the feather Every hooker’s name is Heather The Marlboro hat The Newport windbreakers Ne-Yo mixtape cover Straight from the Aqueduct Black Acura Imported straight from Africa White tigers Thousand-dollar spatula Panzanella Salad with the bread Big retard sleep with Towels on the bed Blue chips with the championship Plus the Lexus Weed smell like disinfectant Fucking bitches pregnant Stroller from Stockholm Nanny from Haiti Boyz II Men posters Gladys Knight fried chicken [Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Thug Love Story 2017: The Musical (Interlude)Action Bronson: "What was that one you were telling me about the other evening, you were singin' about the sister in the street gang?" L.E.S Ezra : "Uh you're talkin' about... damn... say some words that I... I got so much shit." Bronson: "...Lost in the street life..." L.E.S. Ezra: I'm lookin' for this lady Bronson: (There you go, there you go!) L.E.S. Ezra: She's special to me So if by chance you see her Won't you hit me on the hip, will you please? I went to Red Cross and I went to the station I looked up missing persons And I found out that she wasn't there Did she find, did she find Did she find someone new? Is it true? Did she find, did she find DId she find someone new? I hope it's not true My sister came over with no smile on her face She said, "You better sit down" It's gonna hurt, what she has to say "That baby's not yours, she belongs to the streets Where gangsters and hustlers Where they meet on 125C She can never be yours, a housewife. you see She belongs to the ghetto, my friend She doesn't belong to you or me" Did she find, did she find... L.E.S. Ezra: "Let me tell you something about that song. It could go two ways. It could be about drugs, and it could be about a woman."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Wolfpack[Intro: Action Bronson, Action's mother] Just tell me how high you are I don't know, what are you giving me? Just tell– just tell everyone how high you are No, I can't talk, I'm not telling anyone I'm not telling anyone Can you please– Are you recording me? No I'm not, can you just– You are lying Can you please tell them? I–I can't describe it, I am so high That's it, it's like I'm tripping [Intro] Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah (Wolfpack) [Verse 1] Puerto Rican Air Force One's at the wedding (Uh) I'm only speaking truth Uh, I might open up for Bruce (I might) My own horn I don't really mean to toot Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and suede gloves It's safe to say your boy done came up Too much lobster on the plane, the plane won't stay up (Uh) Bitch, I'm butt naked, laid up Yo, what the fuck? (Wolfpack) [Verse 2] This dick'll make an R&B chick write a song About the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes (Uh, uh) And how she always wakin' up alone? And now Bronson gotta call Tyrone (Gotta call Tyrone) Fuck that, I'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon Till my mind start racing like zoom I'm hotter than when Bow Wow dropped in the summer Girls scream and I hop into the Hummer like Uh, I'm a teenage heartthrob You smoke little blunts like Kevin Hart's arms (Uh) My bloodline predate Aardvark and large shark (Uh) And cookin' flesh off of charred bark (Aaah!) (Wolfpack, wolfpack) [Verse 3] I shot dope before I wrote this Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean This is Blue Chips 7 not Usher (Uh) Big muskets get squeezed like mustard And motherfuckers flee off in the Nissan (Uhh) They say that life is like a see-saw I roll solo, why I got these extra seats for? Hit eject, watch him free fall (Aaaaaah!) Better use both fucking feet, dog! [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Bam Bam, Blue Chips 7 My Blue HeavenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Moonstruck[Intro] Awww yeah! We in the motherfuckin' place tonight! Show's about to start guys, everybody get to your seats Bronsolinio's comin' to the stage Mmm, knew about the local things what they all talkin' about [Verse 1] Step in the door, Bronsolini, the mayor The kush replayer, 80's bushy pussy gushy slayer I'm a star and I'mma prove it Saw me in the foreign car, shorty had a movement Comin to your town, lockin' it down, rockin' it out I'm on fire there's no stoppin' it now, it's tournament edition Shorty on the arm an ornament for fishin' Brussels eatin' breakfast in the Orient for chicken, listen Know my mother wanna see me win Slide the crack inside the slot you put your CD in Give a couple bucks, let me live, puff a dutch Cause ain't no motherfucker playin' me in Suckerpunch It's my time, no more standin' in line Now it's time to eat, paired up with the rarest of wine Hair red just like the meat, never careless with mine Play your part and stay sharp daddy, cherish your crime [Verse 2] Aiyyo, you couldn't wait to hear this fly shit Shorty open up your thighs quick, smoke the pussy like a Thai stick My style is lovin' in the island by Dubai dick I leave my socks right on the floor cause this is my shit Intoxicatin' aroma, drugs rolled in a diploma Beautiful wine, we in Sonoma yo The cheese plate, fish a pike out the lake Take a dyke on a date, she let me pipe cause I'm an ape White limey, maneuver at night, fuck assumption Bronsolin' bring the truth to the light, that we the best And ain't no motherfucker tellin' me different Most talent and I practice, ain't no shock that I'm winnin' Double-layered linens Known for sinnin' in cinnamon women in tinted renteds Cinderella pendants, the Lord flow tremendous All I got is myself so fuck a co-defendant Struck ass stripper, she tried to play me yo the whore's demented [Outro] Bronsolinio, Amuse Bouche Just a little fuckin' taste of that mouth bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy TANK[Intro: Action Bronson] Body needs a bat and a black leather to record Here, take it, get ready [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room While you watchin' Maury, true story Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded 240 Who gon' stop me? You and whose army? Bronson come with the ninja grip Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip Phillies to my lip High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right As if I fit it 100k for me to spit it I'm bout' to take a shitted on your fitted with no good luck Just tragedy and hardship Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (Ah) I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target Why this blunt taste like Starburst? And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers? Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail Tell the judge, "It's all good, go 'head and keep that bail" It's me, you can't touch me Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy I do it for the glamour I do it for my mama I do it for my people I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel But there was complications during, birth given, damn, man Another night the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin' Boo, listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin' Everybody know it's me 'cause the roof missin' You can see my smile from a mile Yeah [Verse 2: Big Body Bes] Oooh, I'm up at bat! Albanian baseball, I'm swingin' a hammer! Fuck that! We've been in the game our whole fuckin' lives! Only God can bench us! You was in the dayroom doin' splits! I told you stop blockin' the TV! I'm tryna watch Maury! Ay hang that fuckin' phone up! We've been ballin' our whole fuckin' lives! You talkin' to the P-A-L champion! I does this! Uh! Fuck her 'til she hates me! You gotta stab me if you love me I'm down to die You're scared to liveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nordic Wind[Verse 1] Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel Twin dick-sucks for me and my son That's before he was three, smoking weed in the blunt Straight from Flushing, where the birds are hanging dead in the window Scent of garbage make me sick, getting head in the rental Got the lamb rack, pan-roasted, laced it with fennel Little yogurt that been drizzled over might be a winner Come and see me, Nona hand-makes the fettucini Halla makes the baklava - getting paper kahskaval Lahmacun Salad-smoking savage out of Sarasota Macho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept 30 dollars get you pussycat, right in the kitchen where they cooking at Manteca, architecture Art Deco Twist the pussy like a soft pretzel I'm such a special guy, I'd rather die than ever testify You'd sooner see me at the party with a vest and tie Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping Strolling down the streets like the westerns Double weapons, at my sides and preparing for the showdown Spinning like a wild maneuver, wilding at the ho down Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance Now it's time to give a man burn [Verse 2] Yo, you try to fuck with Bronsolini, it's a crucial calling Guaranteed you're gonna lose just like the Brooklyn brawler Mister Wonderful in short-sets, Cortex Gore-tex the bottom of the feet in case the floor wet Floral scented, hand-crafted on the mother earth Kinda strange, things been funny since my brother's birth Shaking hands as if the money connect Blow a ransom on the yacht, have a seed in Quebec Respect my exquisite mystique, pretty petite Little hookers running wild, giving head in the street But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh Brunos and blazers - chilling Spark the pepper Queens shit, spark the pepper, PSEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy FunkMaster Flex Freestyle (1/14/15)[Intro: Funkmaster Flex, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes] F: You know what it is, you see me! Funk Flex, you see what– we make it happen! Download that DJ Funk Flex app right now! You see me with the a.k.a Young Chocolate, ladies, you see me! My ma– my man Action Bronson is here, baby! A: Uh! Young renegade, yo, Body, what up, Body? B: I'm out here, man, take 'em back! '99, I got it shakin' in front of Skate Key, you wasn't wit' me! A: Uh! You know what I'm sayin'? B: [?], man. We out here, shout-outs to [?], Fordham Road, we out here wildin'! A: Yo, yo, I got this, baby. I got this [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo, spent your advance on one trip to Six Flags With a handicapped class with your candy rap ass Bitch, you singin' like Frankie Lymon Fuck around, you might break your hymen Then somebody's gonna have to clean the mess up Like you fuckin' spilled ketchup Fuckin' flawless from the neck up If you want it, better step up You don't wanna feel that brat-tat-tat-tat Come through the fuckin' ball court with Salt-N-Pepa Hold on, hold the fuck on, yo [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, yo, yo, listen, yo, yo If I die, change my suit four times at the wake Make sure I get my dick sucked also Uh, everybody wearin' white clothes Crush cocaine, put it up your right nose You might see me lookin' homeless Hoppin' out the rover, parrot on my shoulder Just say, "What up," I might acknowledge you My shit is crazy, though appear to be a common dude I only deal with people that invent shit 'Cause after rap there ain't no pension And I'm just tryin' to be the next George Foreman Inventin' new grills so Jadakiss could cook the base on it I might take a shit in some expensive jeans I got expensive habits My kids are mixed like Lenny Kravitz It's not me rappin', it's the parrot And if I punch you in the face You'll never eat a motherfuckin' sandwich! Body! [Interlude: Action Bronson, Big Body Bes and Funkmaster Flex] B: Oh my God! A: Queens in the motherfuckin' building, man! Flex, you hear me, man? F: I hear you! A: Yo, shout-outs to my brother Alchemist, man! Yo, Body, tell 'em somethin', son! Uh! B: I cry– I can't eve– I feel like speaking Puerto Rican, right now A: Yo, I got this, son. I got this. I got this. Yo, yo [Verse 3: Action Bronson] These dudes wanna claim king, you're dealing with immortals Fuck being cordial, I'm laughin' while I'm dancin' in the ball room Former king's head lay in the guillotine Snap my fingers, chop that motherfucker for the village to see Ain't no man walking iller than me If you see me, better kneel on the knee I'm like a one-in-a-million case Brilliant face, crooked J tryna put me in the cage Turn the page, bitch, I'm paid I been around the world more than Carmen Sandiego Raw meat thrown to lions under the table Grown men breakin' bread while your face bled Found him face down in the shed like a base head Switch plates on the Civic, pivot Exotic places that they rap about, I live it Fat boy, I'm eatin' all the spinach Hold up a second, baby, I ain't even finished, nah I dropped 50 grand on my man's bail Two hours later, he was tan as a potato From a foreign land that once was occupied by NATO Every line is nasal We deal with more numbers than times tables Bodies get found in the ground by neighbors I'm in the bathroom reading the paper, laid up Sharp blade cut, need a top, girly-girlies like it The ones that go two ways, it's just my blue phase Shit, dawg, yo I'm in the bathroom reading the paper, laid up Butt-naked in the Lamborghini These motherfuckers can't see me The Magic Johnson of the game, these lames don't want to play with me You hear me? Queens in the motherfuckin' building! [Outro: Funkmaster Flex, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes] F: New York City, listen, man. I'ma– I'ma keep it– I'ma keep it official today. Yo, this boy Action Bronson is the nicest in the game right now, bruh A: Uh! F: We gon' keep it official. This is a mean freestyle B: You hear that? A: Uh! F: He's the nicest in the game, we gon' keep it official A: QU! F: Yo, listen, you're more than welcome to disagree, I don't think many people gon' disagree A: Shout-outs to Body F: Mean A: Shout-outs to Alchemist, Meyhem Lauren, Jay Steel, we the fuck out hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mr. 2 Face[Intro: Action Bronson] Yeah! Bam Bam Live from Jamaica Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Action Bronson] I'm feelin' like the Phantom of the Opera Hangin' from the ladder of the chopper I might splatter if I drop They say I look Spanish in the drop 700 horses go "VROOM" then I vanish off the block Now I'm in the store playin' lotto in a wife beater One sock on, chancletas Screamin', "You better give me my cheddar before I break shit" Man let me stop, it's only good vibrations How could I be mad at this view? Strange patterns in the skies, snakes that fly The mothafuckin' stakes are high Look the other way when jakes roll by For my birthday, put a hundred thousand in the cake, oh my I think I might flip into the ocean Press the pedal of the M3, yellow Soundin' like explosions, baby girl, don't play with my emotions Don't baby, don't baby [Hook: Jah Tiger] I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Well done again [Verse 2: Jah Tiger] Mi as a ras mi haffi deh pon dem case Know the tribulation, we all over your face Dat's why mi nuh mingle inna no rat race As a ras, mi carry a permanent smile upon mi face [Hook: Jah Tiger] I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Look Yah! [Verse 3: Jah Tiger] Meet you a while ago and you have one face Meet you dis hour with a different face Dat fi show say that you have two face Your have a clean face and a dirty face [Hook: Jah Tiger] I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Well done again [Verse 4: Jah Tiger] Gwan like you ah work offa Satan face Like you ah work offa Lucifer face Like you ah work offa the devil, him face Satan couldn't lend I man none o' him face [Hook: Jah Tiger] I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Watch this! [Verse 5: Jah Tiger] Englishland people from all different race The people scatter all over the place You can hear it from the keyboard, the drum and the bass As a ras, mi nuh do my tings inna haste [Hook: Jah Tiger] I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm Mr. 2 Face Time you ah waste I'm mistress 2 Face Well done [Verse 6: Meyhem Lauren] White rum and Ting, Magnum and tonic Jamaica to Jamaica, goddamn, it's so ironic Shots of JB at the 'dega party Uh, can't walk, I can stagger hardly Rasta tanktop, lookin' like it's '92 Mr. 2 Face, rasclot, we gon' find you I'm livin' off the land like the Ital man How to stay alive? That's a vital plan Black sand beach, Boston Bay snapper Curry on the lobster, jerk is comin' after Take a shot of Jager, bone slide with a slide Everything irie, there ain't no fuckin' up my vibe June plum juice drippin' down my chest Open off a bad girl, damn I'm such a mess Flex with the top down, I'm doin' the pepper seed Ask the dread who got the better weed [Bridge: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren] Freak dancin' in the basement, grindin' in the hallway That's right, we do it all day Freak dancin' in the basement, grindin' in the hallway That's right, we do it all day [Outro] Give me your love Give me your loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy In The City[Intro: SkeeTV Interview] [Hook: Jeff Woods] In the city of big dream and bright lights What you see is what you get so motherfucker look twice Hard times, just tryna get by I remember a night when I was tryna get high So much stress [Verse 1: Action Bronson] New at the game but I learn quick Everything I purchase I've earned it You can catch me in suburban swervin' Window half down think I'm German Hit the tree's now I'm bent, use febreeze for the scent Hide the G's in a vent so you see the boy wiggle the keys to the Benz One and only, Bam Bam, Flushing, Queens represent After we shoot we throw the tec out, at least 10 stacks when I step out Through explanations from the chefs mouth No more stress [Hook] [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Tires screech for the iron I reach reclining the seat Now you sleep, the shit is pure have you grinding your teeth See a smile on ya face but you dying underneath What it be? ain't nothing, stay stunting Jewerly on the wave runner Bronsolino smoother than some shea butter Chillin by the mountains like a grey hummer Ate dinner while they played the whispers I had the fish it was the delicious, had hibiscus syrup Trips to Europe, bitch I'm here cheer up Have a beer, pull a chair up, there's some things we got to clear up I'm the motherfucking man, dyke, big stack of money with the rubber band tight Lie with the left, shake hands right Thank you for coming good night [Hook]x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Prince Charming[Verse 1] I finally found love and it's fucking beautiful I no longer bite my nails down to the cuticles (No more) My sex stories ain't suitable for listeners Cause prisoners to wack off, aw man (Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill) Enough of that soft shit, me by myself is like the four horsemen You're just a poor sportsman, your sports car could be your coffin The thought of revenge release endorphins That make me feel just like I'm swimming with some dolphins (God damn) Ring, ring for this I gotta call 'em baby, shit, I might retire Spend the rest of my days down in New Orleans maybe Money changed me for the better So I brought it back and got the all black Jetta With the header and the leather bra Thinking back like "Shit, dog, you really set the bar" High as fuck 'bout to twist another Too many people gone, damn, we miss our brothers What the fuck is going on? A strange sense, ah Something's going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers, man, shit A strong scent lingers Something's going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers Like arthritis when it's raining, uh [Bridge] Let it rain on me Let it rain Uh, it's me On me [Verse 2] It only took me nine times to make a debut, tenth time's a charm, shit (True) Now man’s on road, that means I'm hard Charge whatever on the Visa card, half moon Caesar parts A lot of motherfuckers blind, they couldn't see the art War stories, throw 'em through a stack of tables Wrap my body in a stack of Bibles ‘cause shit could get dangerous Bam Bam splash off the turn buckle (Splash) Now you no longer have to use your nerves or muscles We'll see who loves me if I need a liver, shit You feel defenseless in the presence of a stripper (Shit) You cannot be trusted with the access to the money I crash more Benzes than when they practice with the dummies I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny, pussy I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny (Bugs Bunny) Uh, yeah, these motherfuckers must be crazy, ‘cause I ain't going nowhere Until I'm called up to the stars, then I'll go there Until then, I'm back here to live another life But for now I'm asking ladies like "What's up tonight?" Baby, what's up tonight? Yeah, what's up tonight? [Outro] I got the True Religion jean suit G-Unit sneaker shit AhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Morey Boogie Boards[Intro] Morey Boogie Board shit Off the coast Sand bars Bam Bam [Verse 1] I got the mental of the Bad Lieutenant We gamble drug money, riverboats, Cadillacs Talkin' 'bout a prison note Lemon zest is subtle in the fish they call the cuttle We grew up in the gutter break your jaw like a huddle Morey boogie boards wax the top so we stay on Wrist strap is pitch black, 360 shades on I won't stop until the wall's got Monet's drawn The farmland and other animals to graze on I'm always smoking on the potent straight from Oakland I'm rising like a soufflé, you know you gotta serve it quick Just dust me off with cheese, pussy straight from Persia bitch They'll find your leg in Maine, your torso out in Jersey snitch I rock the lenses Caminiti wore I roll a fifty of the dour to the neck and take a city tour Any genre got the salsa and the gritty raw Timeless, my mother's diamonds 1954 [Hook x2] I gotta get that dough, I want the Beamer with the racing seats Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to The price of living your decisions could control you Yeah Bronsolino Queens Real shit Queens [Verse 2] I sign my name like I'm Mantle, never sticking to the script Be with people off the boat, seven languages and shit Bring tradition to the street, get you lifted off your feet Like my daughter at the park, no taking orders after dark Cause they expect it So wake up early, hop off the shitter Employ a lawyer that's been bar mitzvahed Never trust a goyim, see me sippin' spritzer, hookers with Spitzer And Mr. Wedge, 30 dollars hollers never tip her This condensation that be building in the weed jar is bothersome Half of my leg covered with Robinson's The FernGully in this dutch, me and Steele smokin' Jail letters, pretty bitches gettin' peeled open [Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Blackbird[Intro] Bam Bam, Bronsolino Closed Sessions Queens shit, Chicago [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Bitches kissing me the French way, now suck my son’s dick He only four, when he twenty he gon’ run shit Suede suit, waves spinning ‘cause he half black But for now he need his blanky for his nap nap Snapback, Knicks starter hat, ninety four Signed by Mason, Queens domination Green tea’s got my eyes kind of Asian Like the bitches Dante Ross be tying in his basement Hold the fuck up man (yo, nah, nah, we can’t even do it like this man) Yo we gotta give it to ‘em the right motherfucking way man (here we go) You didn’t come all this way for nothing right? [Verse 2: Action Bronson] You either got it or you don’t, the ratings say I’m through the roof Leather gloves grip the wood wheel Have my shorty make a good meal, smoking cabbages Rocking fabrics, sport the big beard like I’m Arabic Uh, motherfuckers see the Halibut And put some lemon on the side to clean my palate with Summer radishes, chicken down at Gladys’ Down at BlackBird with hoodies and some Balances Running and gunning, I’m Randall Cunning, my skin is stunning Butt like an onion, she order lobster I’m hitting something Mouth or butt, maybe pussy, smoking cookie Girl scouts that ain’t never went the church route Plane lands, Chicago be the destination Five courses, gorgeous on the presentation Roam the streets where Capone was at the throne I write these lyrics with the music from my phone I’m a young Mike Singletary, style shitty like a dingleberry Push the bent like I’m Richard Dent Steve McMichael, Paxson with the 3 You know my jacket flashing fashion pass the D Damn man, I’m out of fucking breath (yeah man) You gotta give me another second because uh (I’m a fat fuck man) Honestly I’m a overeater and I’m not even allowed to eat (I’m a little bit heavy and overweight) Just give me one second (y’all don’t even know I’m starved, I’m starved) Alright, I-I’m in, I’m in [Outro] FILA cream three-quarter dipping over your Greek daughter Pussy tasting like Kadaif, honey mixture with the sweetwater Sweet water Yo Queens shit man I love you GoodbyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Choreographer[Produced by Daringer] [Intro] Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Get 'em! [Chorus] I'm the man right now I got the plan right now Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now Uh, but I'ma show you how to move I'ma show you how to dance Got the pistol in my pants I got the pistol in my pants I'ma show you how to dance, uh [Verse 1] The full moon make me loco Like I sniffed a whole baseline of coco Man, I took the speedboat for a joy ride At one point I was flyin' baby, no lie What'd I do to have a life like this? Ass so fat on my wife like, shit! And your boy got a stomach like Buddha Chandelier hanging from the ceilin' of the Cougar, ah 50K in a swimtrunk in a brown paper bag like a kid's lunch Thug passion in a sippy cup A 100 dollars worth of haze in a blunt, bitch [Chorus] I'm the man right now I got the plan right now Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now Uh, but I'ma show you how to move I'ma show you how to dance Got the pistol in my pants I got the pistol in my pants I'ma show you how to dance, uh [Bridge] One time for the big girls Two time for the big girls Ooh, you know that I need that Uh, you can find me where the weed at One time for the big girls Two times for the big girls Ooh, you know that I need that Uh, you can find me where the weed at [Interlude] Somebody sleepin' in my bed [Verse 2] All I do is bump Dru Hill Damn, I should have took the blue pill, it's too real I signed for two for 22 mil' Option for the third You ain't poppin' on the curb We never see you in the street And me, I'm always on the town You hear me? [Chorus] I'm the man right now I got the plan right now Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now Uh, but I'ma show you how to move I'ma show you how to dance Got the pistol in my pants I got the pistol in my pants I'ma show you how to dance, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Drug Shit[Verse 1] Straight from the depths of Queens Leave you sleeping on the mezzanine Like you Lincoln, and switch into a desert scene Often heard, but this motherfucker seldom seen I'm throwing blows while you're waiting for the bell to ring Drug smoking, raisins make the pasta sweet Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet Stay lean like some motherfucking ostrich meat You full of shit, it's time to get a colonoscopy Scissor kicks, dick's up for Miss Elizabeth Lex Luger arms, four in the morning in the dark with the computer on Waste of my time - my thoughts are patient, [?] replaced in my mind Born to shine like the eyes on a cat Same cat fuck around, put the knife in your back Cause it's nothing, we live and let die and roam the land And you bluffing, you lifted the cards and showed your hand, pussy Tailor-made rubber, rubber made reliable Never spill the soup, rock a linen suit Play the streets like the ball court, spin and shoot Strong as Popeye, dipping in a spinach Coupe Pull my nuts out your mouth, let me breathe for a minute, please Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens You on the shelf like a figurine Drugs infesting my mind, but I'm destined to shine Spit the shit to keep these motherfuckers pressing rewind Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine Lift the vine, free the bonds - lead the blind, read the signs Hands up like you stepping in the party Now you getting robbed, motherfucker, with the shotty Said you pottied - make your body do an ollie Then dig your shorty out cause I geeked her up on molly Have her eating dick, no need for seasoning If seven dudes are in the room, then she's pleasing 'em Like a tropper, hit her in the pooper Throw her in the shower then I take her out to LUPA I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky Put 'em in the shower, make the pussy brand-new Ran through, give her money's what I can't do Stuff her lunch box and burn her with a candle Consensual rate, vinegar solutions Animal abusing, down with revolutions Don't get me pissed off, fuck around, rip your tits off Still getting head even if my dick soft Rising quick, no Fleischmann's I'm in the end zone with one leg up, posing like Heisman Throw it like Theismann, suede foot With the village leader, smoking a pipe with seven wise men I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table Let 'em know I'm hungry, Polo on the Rugby The .44 long, surely got a trusty hove Tryna live the American dream, Dusty Rhodes, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Muslim Wedding[Intro] Should have brought that wasabi That horseradish Cubed up Fuckin' sniffin' that horseradish [Verse 1] Yo I'm the young Laird Hamilton Hoppin' out the chopper Scorin' like I'm Messi but this game is far from soccer Giambi on the lenses and the juice is from the doctor Jar still full of drugs An 80s Caddy painted aqua Take these and freeze they nose Dick sucked by a seasoned pro Info on the need to know Motherfucker you don't need to know Gimme trees to blow I keep the caesar low I want the head, the shoulders, and the knees and toes From the hottest summer to the freezing snow Mind higher then a bleeding nose I'm Bobby Fischer Check mate You're like a Spanish Roasted Chicken Break your chest plate And yes I just ate I keep that napkin near me My favorite uncle went to summer camp for racketeering [Hook] Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading [Verse 2] This be that whore house visitor Watch em' while they scissor 103 your Roosevelt Fancy on the shoes and belt Nasty pussy tuna melt Stinky like a China street You're bound to find me where the corporate and the grimy meet Lay flat on designer sheet She kept asking me to grind her grease So I pound a freak like a pound of meat Top dog cause I hound the street I'm makin' poopy on your head cause this is easy Old Italian men inside the kitchen making cheeses [Hook] Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threadingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bag of Money[Sample: The Big Lebowski] "Where's the fucking money, shitheaddddddddd???!!!" [Action Bronson] Yo, fucking Paulie TRYBE, man Get your muthafucking hand out her asshole We gotta go, fam, we gotta go, kid Yo, get the whip, get the whip! [Verse 1: Action Bronson] I'll take 21st Century poets that's for a thousand Curly hair or Nubian women get me aroused To the point I wanna gamble it all I was smashing from the back She put her hands on the wall She couldn't take the thrust Only lust like a fiend for the dust Or the pizza from Pezzi, perfect Want to sleep with the crust Or the 740 Alpina, leather seats is a must And my shorty holding a nina Rolling green in a duuuuuuuuuutch! Bronsolini, organically I rise to paper In the purest form, lyrically derived from nature Like the Amazon, put your cameras on Watch this muthafucka turn into an animal! Light stubble, rock the muzzle like Hannibal Jump off the top of the boat into a cannonball Hoes with gold teeth, we off the coast of Greece In under 3 seconds, muthafucka load the piece Kid, the bag of money coming with me You muthafucka The bag of money coming with me Yeah, the bag of money's coming with me Muthafucka you [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Surprise! Lauren is in the house I eat fowl birds and keep a hen inside my mouth Always extra, guest featuring with Dr. Lecter Like Bald Head Slick, I hold my mic like a scepter Rest in peace, Guru, son I rep Q-U Chains on chunk They looking at me like "who you?!" These handmade Cubans probably fucking up my posture Pesto sauce properly drizzled upon my pasta No imposter, son I'm authentic Around drugs so much, I'm probably raw scented Bag of money dips, triceps is all dented Precise painting pictures Think about life and then I pen it Nike Air extraordinaire, it’s a cold world, prepare That’s what it is, dad Winterize your vehicle I love kicks like Action Bronson loves a reefer pull Peace to good, bad girls that let us both sleep with you The bag of bitches coming with me Word up, son, all the bitches coming with me Yeah, yo, the bag of bitches coming with me We go raw son, all the bitches coming with me! We making babies tonight, nigga Yeah, smoke what you want, sniff what you want You wanna have five daddies, you ever have five daddies before? [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Ayo, 2010, got ‘em buzzing like a beeper Round table discussion Conference in Geneva Leaders at the table, poly over nasal Forty seven minutes since the time I lit the basil My rhymes are carte blanche Liver than the Oscars Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pasta Fry the bacon, make it sizzle for the chazers Honor in this thing of ours Living like the mobsters Compliments go to the chef and that’s the real My crew of goonies in the joint We need some extra veal You know the Caddy got an extra wheel And if I’m ever in a pickle, I can hand a fucking Tek to Steele Take aim and knock an apple off your head And I’m a play like Polamalu You get tackled for the bread We’re running in your crib Your shorty shackled to the bed Money laying on the Persian Leaking plasma from the lead And it’s on! [Outro: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren] The bag of money’s coming with me, muthafucka (It’s all coming with us, nahimean? Outdoorsmen!) Queens, kid, the bag of money’s coming with me Uptown connection, you fucking pussy (Word up, man, It’s all marvel Ya’ll niggas know everything is marvel) Bronsonlini, Bronsolovski, Team Facelift (Everything we drink, everything we smoke Everything we buy, everything we sell It’s all marvel!) My muthafucking man Shaz Paulie TRYBE, Paulie Walnuts (Action Marvel, Meyhem Marvel, nahimean?) Machine, Fonda, Tommy Guns (Tommy Marvel, Marvel is everybody’s middle name we fuck with Meyhem Marvel Lauren, it’s all marvel The bag of money’s coming with us)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I Adore YouOpen eyes, light the joint, take a piss Make two farm fresh scrambled eggs with the grits Classic club soda, splash with the twist, lime Placed on my wrist: custom Swiss time Hit the slopes, custom case for the smoke Lifted up, flour for the cake getting sifted up Make it fluffy... poof Bring your fucking buttcheeks here... boof Man, I fucking stand on my own, pockets getting thick like Luthor Hundred dollars all it takes to get a kid to shoot ya Dip to the Red Roof Inn, have a sandwich At 7:30, on the Greyhound back to Kansas My life is written, you sittin' while you pissin' I'm only sittin' if I'm shittin' And I'm shittin' often, I'm a boss Smokin' while I'm coughin' 50 piece, a mummy that was laid inside the coffin Extract the blood from the mosquito In the amber, Deion Sanders on my feet inside the Regal My shorty tan, last name Esposito And gettin' money every day my destiny though You could mistake me for a truck driver On the strip, paying 30 for a muff diver She had the red pussy hairs like a brush fire Peace to Jamaican big girl, 'nuff iyah [Outro] Girl, why you running from me? Bitch I adore you Come back sit in the chair baby you're royal No one above you, need you in my life What I would do without you? I need you Standby Please don't goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Compliments To The Chef[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin' like I'm surfin' Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban We in the jungle with the shaman Tryna find these answers to these problems I've been ponderin' Now these motherfuckers hollerin' with their lips puckered like collagen Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges But daddy get it by himself on the reg Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan mines Meditation time help me penetrate the mind December 2nd '83, I was created My vision's wide of the human being jaded It's just reality, dealt with on a daily basis Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces [Hook: Lauriana Mae] Oh, they're selling dreams out here in every corner store Pawn 'em on the streets, I feel, they're selling me the world But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same So when I go where I go I remember where I came... Remember where I came from [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, yo can lead a horse to water but you can't make 'em drink it Two in the pink, two in the stink Leather colored goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs In '87, saw my father in a blue Saab Right seat sittin', left hand shiftin' You know that every team needs a Paxson and a Pippen Bronson rappin' like he on an acid tab trippin' You changin' with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin' High-five love, 5'5, plump Sell the pussy 'til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca Smoked shark, speakin' in a Nordic slang Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain Clear water from the creek keep me nourished Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch [Hook] [Outro: Lauriana Mae] Yeah... remember where I came from... Remember where I came from... Yeah... remember where I came from... Remember where I came from...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jar of Drugs[Intro: Action Bronson] Bronsolino.... no Straight from the galaxy Drug abusin' [Sample: Harry Fraud's trademark shout-out] La musica de Harry Fraud [Hook: Action Bronson] x2 I got the jar full of drugs Fridge is filled with snapple Southern coast of France Tart fennel with the apple The feet are purple cause I'm stepping on the grapes Consensual the rape I got the presence of the greats [Verse 1: Action Bronson] We grip grains Switch lanes Been fucking since the fifth grade I never rock the ring or necklace with a bitch name A thick frame Flawless victory my dick game Is Mortal Kombat, you still a shorty shit stain My drug, blood, beauty, origami cranes Perfection like an Asian's math Neat like an Irish drink You know that Bronson like a swimmer cause I dive in pink You sooner see me out in Africa with tiger mink We make your father curtsy Cut off his manhood Come through in Beamers Interior leather tan wood The shoes are suede Off the reservation - redfoot These stripper bitches in my bed They give me head good [Hook: Action Bronson] x2 [Verse 2: Action Bronson] This is blood sport Kick boxer, double impact Kick it like a Van Damme foot You get your shit cracked I'm out for justice Above the law and hard to kill G-g-guard your grill Catch me hoppin' out the hard De Ville Hammers are pointing my direction to the top The loafers show off my ankle Getting shifty in the drop Kid, twist up the pot Through my nostrils to the atmosphere No middle man You deal directly with the captain here [Movie sample: Out For Justice (1991)] "You still suckin' it. When your brother was around town suckin' dicks, just the same... you shouldn't talk so tough." "My brother was here, you wouldn't talk so tough like that." "Yeah, well he's not here. You know why he's not here?" "Why?" "Cause he's a chickenshit fuckin' pussy asshole!" [Hook: Action Bronson] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Strictly 4 My Jeeps (Remix)[Intro: LL Cool J & Action Bronson] La musica de Harry Fraud Queens Better slow down baby One two, one two Uh, better slow down baby Just pulled up to the club on your mother's back [Hook: Action Bronson] You need to slow down baby My whole team cash and load out baby I’m a hero in my hometown, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Interlude: LL Cool J] Ayo, Action It ain't no fun if the G.O.A.T. don't get none! [Verse 1: LL Cool J] The ripper, the master, charismatic bastard Game is strange like blondes Ramadan fasting Indoor pool look like Uncle Luke's casting Never too old to fly a fake bubble ass in Peep the rhetoric, nobody can better it None of y'all confederates, I'm daddy, you're a surrogate Murder these mics, boy, felon after the predicate Fuck what you heard, baby, that shit's all irrelevant Third as fly or half as intelligent Step on that horseshit like Hannibal's elephants Watered-down garbage ass rappers prevalent All I wanna know is how the fuck y'all sellin' it? Ahahahaha! [Hook: Action Bronson] You need to slow down baby (slow down) My whole team cash and load out baby (no!) I’m a hero in my hometown, baby (Flushing!) Stop talking, just go down, baby [Verse 2: Action Bronson] In front of Queens Center Mall, leg up on the sweatpants Same outfit every country that the jet lands Jetlagged, just left France Stuff a motherfucker face into a bedpan Shimmy in the GMC Jimmy So I can make assists like Mike Bibby Nice titties on a dyke that like swimming Smokin' drugs, rollin' dice, and white linen 89 Testarossa, will I fit in? The Jeep's so big make you wanna take a shit in it Your bitch been in it Treated her mouth like I was primitive I talk shit cause I'm livin' it It's me! [Hook: Action Bronson & Lloyd Banks] You need to slow down baby (slow down, baby) My whole team cashin' lowdown baby I’m a hero in my hometown, baby (hometown, baby) Stop talking, just go down, baby [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Uh! I'm a mac, she gon' hook a nigga up on the expressway That neck play, thousand diamonds in my x-ray Light the park like when the Mets play Clean as a fuck, we make a mess, hey, I'm beamin' on up Twenty bucks, twenty women, spend my evenin' on stuck I get em out on clockwork, hit my sleeve with the cuff They know what's up Young, black, and hungry in the presidential A hundred somethin' dimes, white 11 special Takin' a moment while you're roamin' I set the trap, set back, watch my cologne win Designer logo on my uni while I'm rollin' Crowded pockets in her Louis bag are Trojans Banks! [Hook: Action Bronson] You need to slow down baby My whole team cashin' low-down, baby I’m a hero in my hometown, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Outro: Action Bronson & LL Cool J] You need to slow down baby I'm out here, but don't ever fuckin' get it twisted I’m a hero in my hometown, baby We on the strip, Friday night, it's lookin' like the award show You need to slow down baby Catch me with my bitch, hair color hot sauce I’m a hero in my hometown, baby Oh, man, look who just fuckin' pulled up! (What up?) It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Big League Chew[Intro: Action Bronson] Yeah.. Might have to lay down on the floor for this one, son... I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone... [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Uh, I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone It's that Monte Carlo flooded with the weed smoke The rifle to the peephole, free throw Call me Baby Face, welcome to the creep show Uh, my clique is so nuts Big shit to lift you like a triple-toe lutz In these streets, even a cripple gonna bust Keep a thing that won't rust There's no trust Rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints After I'm high and disgraced, only a lion remains Flying from a tropical escape "Did I do a perfect dive?" is such a popular debate (Well, I'll give it a 9.3) I'm the hottest shit since B2K My Russian barber gave me the see-through fade Drunk-driving on a Thursday Already told you, with this money, it concerns me (Bronson, Bronson, Bronson) [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yeah I got an old soul and young legs I'm like a good horse Wood splash on the floor, that's for decor That's from the tour Above the law A half a million in the wall By the painting of the Great Dane Bought the drugs in front a A-Frame Flashbacks of riding on the A-Train Getting sucked between the cars by a Guatemalan She started humming on em, honey wildin', uh Nowadays, you can see me in a trench coat On the French boat, till I'm dead broke I got the shit locked in a deadbolt Go get your fucking shit, baby, let's go I might never see rain again I might never see pain again I might never see snow again Picture my mother, say motherfucker keep going in Uh, The stars all align now Oh, these cars I'mma buy now Oooh, these bitches I'mma fuck, too You ain't gotta like me, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chop Chop Chop[Intro] Shh, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, mmm… Damn, you taste good Damn you, motherfucker, mmm… (coughing) [Intro] Uh, yeah, ah (inhaling and exhaling smoke) It's me, uh [Chorous] The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop All up and down the block, block, block The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop All up and down the block, block, block [Verse 1] Kelly Slater couldn't ride this wave Or those dudes from The Endless Summer We gettin' bent up 'til the sun up You gettin' wet up if you run up (Hold on, yeah, uh-huh) Man, the blunt burn for longer Than the whole Badu concert And while I was walking back to the whip And still had a fat clip I threw it on the floor and said, "Shit" The whole ride back I ain't say shit 'Cause sometimes I be devastated I need the feeling like I'm levitating In the lotus flower pose With patience's with power shows They say that I been sculpted with a Pharaoh's nose I like to think that I got Darryl's nose It's like it's 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real Fuck the way you feel I love the way I feel It's 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real Fuck the way you feel Fuck the way you feel, pussy [Chorous] The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop All up and down the block, block, block The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop All up and down the block, block, block [Outro] Lo duca e io per quel cammino ascoso Intrammo a ritornar nel chiaro mondo; E sanza cura aver d'alcun riposo Salimmo sù, el primo e io secondo Tanto ch'i' vidi de le cose belle Che porta ‘l ciel, per un pertugio tondo E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Double Breasted[Verse 1] Respected blends Hopping out the 87 Benz No pendent Plus I’ve always been defendant Never Plaintiff Shorty crying at arraignment This Jamie Lee Blue Steel what I'm aimin' Queens to the death Lean to the left Walk in the kitchen? Meet and greets with the chef I’m like a baby cause I sleep on the breast But still fuck around throw the heat to your chest Million dollar raps, million dollar beats Five dollar dimes Young Harvard minds Yale in the spring Bali in the summer See me through the window like Batali in the Hummer Sharp at the feet Morimoto knife set Young Cordell coming through the portal Terry Gene Bollea motherfuckers are immortal You in the corner looking floral [Verse 2] The New Yorker Heavy body smooth talker Stand in the foyer Portraits of my yiddish lawyer British walker Presence like I’m Connery You wanna die well swing Knees like Olden Polynice My shorty Polynesian don’t make no apologies And when I’m rich I’ll probably join the Scientology Three hookers Street gynecology Edward Scissors my existence is anomaly Smoke the chronic, chronically Bronson Chronicles You ain’t really fucking with me honestly Sonically we fuckin boom shit Just be smooth kid or catch a fucking raping with the broom stickEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Get Off My P.P.[Verse 1] Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot 174 and autobahn is where the cash drop Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild Long machete, hopping out the van style Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow Hands down, one motherfucker 260 combined, here to bring the ruckus The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight [Hook] Yo, get off the next man's P.P Be original, kid, get off the P.P Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P [Verse 2] Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up I love my bitches big-body like an old truck With their waists sliced thin just like the cold cuts Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose Smoke the hash, takin form just like it's putty, holmes Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded German shift, twist, burn the bliss I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it [Hook] Yo, get off the next man's P.P Be original, kid, get off the P.P Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.PEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy C12H16N2[Intro] Yeah Young Baklava Yo, pass me the rollin' pin [Verse 1] Why's everybody face look strange? (Why?) I think I ate the whole sheet I'll see you in a couple days if that's the case Green jaguars running through the jungle tryna catch the snake (Uh) I mashed the gas and almost wrapped the eight (Uh) The devil came to me and said I had to race (Ah) The finish line was a cliff And man, your boy ain't no stiff, I get it crackin' baby (You know that) So I pushed it to the motherfuckin' limit (Uh) Told my people I'ma see them in a motherfuckin' minute For years I been handing out charity (Yeah) That's just the dad in me (That's mе) Laser gun come with the battеry (Uh) Every time you see me, you know that I'm just comin' back from somewhere (Somewhere) But I'm so New York my white tee still say "Sunwear" ("Sunwear") Shot the arrow, only missed 'em by a cunt hair Come here, put this blunt in the air (Uh-uh) These motherfuckers want us under the stairs (Under them) I'm just tryna be at the top of the mountain, holdin' my son in the air Understand me? (Yeah) [Bridge] Author (Author) Singer (Dancer), dancer (Me) Exotic olive oil taster Actor [Verse 2] The Earth is cubed like one dice (Aight) Know we all started from the bottom like Young Rice (Ooh) Inhale the hash inside my lung twice, take flight (Uh) Just head towards the sun and make a right into the night (Right there) 3PM at Lincoln Center (Uh-uh) I gotta see a screenin' of "The Irishman", you know your boy was in it (It's me) You know I represented (It's me) The afterparty at the Tavern on The Green And you know I'm wearin' white linen (Uh) Damn, I'm usin' machismo? (Ay) Yeah, I'll stand still for five minutes, so you can paint me looking'diesel (Bad guy) Behind me, the double-headed eagle (Bang, bang) Papi, there's no sequel (No) I'm gettin' top inside the home theater (On top) I got older and I realize there was no heroes (No heroes) Don't even talk to me unless you talkin' more zeros (Uh) At the end of the offer (Uh) Until then, I'll be here with my friends just gettin' sauced up (Saucy) [Outro] Young money Bam, bam Baklavizzy (Babaklava) Pop the klizzy (Please), uh We out here (You know it's him) Only for Dolphins You know it's me (Bing, bing, bing) Author (Swing, swing, swing), singer Dancer (Doctor) Exotic olive oil taster (Chiropractor) It's me, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy ActionMr. Rosenberg presents I got the fresh baked clam Rockfeller Center, keep it to myself I ain't trying to be a Yenta Sour raviolli herb oil the inventor ? hit recline on the Sentra Long road traveled all alone Crying on the phone when they said that you were gone Couldn't utter, but I heard it in your tone Well now you know I got to get the chrome We spent the mortgage at the steak house wyling with the creeps Way before this rap shit, driving in a jeep Forest green Cherokee, bad bitch and she ebony Problem is she's smoking all the celery ZZ Top beard like a lion Leonidas body, smoke until the cows come ? sandwich, mustard with the cow's tongue Dr. Brown, net worth about a thousand You know the blunt like a Barry Bond bag Smoking bombazzy, fuck ya Sean John hat Baking out the car, ? contact The red sen sunset long short hat We queens bread like a baker in the morning We getting money while you snoring About to start the touring I'll leave an orphan out in Florence Elephantitis in my pockets, shit's enormousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mongolia[Intro: The Wire Sample & Action Bronson] He knows my name but, my name is not my name And you? To them you're only the Greek And of course I'm not even Greek Yeah, Baklava, yeah Hologram, yeah That's comin' up [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo it's Mister 40/40 (Uh) Dressed like I'm Treach from Naughty A young brother that'll stretch your shorty (Damn) David Caruso couldn't connect the story (What's up?), solve the puzzle His favorite murder weapon was a shovel It's the jefe (Uh), Spanish women all over my body like I'm Machete holmes All I do is write these esе poems Let's get dustеd at the Mets game holmes (Uh) Like sixteen handles, catch me swirlin' in the left lane home (Woo) I don't even got my left leg on (Damn) Tryna dance tonight (Damn) This ain't your language that I sing, wrapped up my hands in ice (uh) Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice (Fuck me) [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Hologram] I eat African shrooms, while rappin' on tunes Back in June when I clapped at your goon (Ahhhh) My car color blue waffle, it's new and it's too awful The limo driver Rudolpho will off you, new golf shoes (yeah) Workin' on my birdie putt, you heard me, slut Hurry up, curvy butt, uh I need a bitch to go down on me (Down) I mean really go to town on me (Town) I mean really do a number on me (Suck that dick, bitch) Supplyin' the leak, a few fiends died at my feet (Woo) Got dealt a bad hand, off a half gram (Ow) Feast or famine, give you a half xan And throw you in the Grand Canyon (You fuckin' dead, haha) [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] Yeah, uh Uh Meyhem doin' good, that's a rumor that I heard Wearin' diamonds, eatin' blue fin tuna They wanna test me like I'm Bradley Beal None of your motherfuckas real, my nigga pass the steel Mass Appeal, mass production Mass destruction, crime, corruption Wine consumption On a private island wildin' The sun threw shade 'cause it's jealous of my medallion Pitchin' and then compilin' Late nights like Jimmy Fallon Louis silk covered with dice, picture me stylin' My life story is an open shirt outfit We gettin' money, kid, you niggas ain't 'bout shit [Instrumental Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Buddy Guy[Verse 1] Stoned on the stoop, got the box pumpin' Billy Joel I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause I'm ready ho! Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-up Call me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken Two seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar Strippin' My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire Brown haze leather swampy like the Everglades I'll switch a style so that I'm ready when the era change First pressed virgin oil from the Greek Border Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's daughter Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee Lights flashin' when I'm rappin', tappin' tree That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain Cracked pepper motherfucker I'mma grinder for certain So never in your life come with scared business here Fuck around never found bitch, disappear [Verse 2] Time after time I'm a winner Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim Twisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental The hash tanner than Connie, gorgeous 360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' knotty flosses Never stop until we hoppin out of grimey Porsches One night shorty needin' over 9 abortions I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with When in canoe waving the ganja like a glow stick Number one, numero uno with the flow shit Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick Bitch [Verse 3] Roman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma Stairs to the bath, garage door, behold the Lotus Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam Inject the vein with marijuana I'm a true fiend Up-to-the-minute, all the weapons we invented That's hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage Sacrificin' the lamb for the nutrition "Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division Lots of provisions collosal status stoppin' collisions Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout Peace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace out Every time I take that motherfuckin' weapon from my waist outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Expensive Pens[Produced by Party Supplies and John Sparkz] [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo drop to the ground and one knee me if you see me Take off your top like ZZ Mushrooms by himself causes shown to give samples of the body That I demolished you novice I'm polished Dip in impala quick Ah motherfucker your only kinda sick I'm fully blown like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia I'm out for self-ia, Bronson not helpin' ya Trying to get the Lexus ah oysters for breakfast ah I'm still in queens thats my native land I sport a headdress baby veil on the headrest Bitch Buscemi frame by my favorite chair Asian hair on a dominican with cajun flare I keep the coke clean, father and son dope fiends Mother and daughter strippers sniffing all the codeine Affliction shirts and dress paints like I'm Oakley Three bitches waiting for me Toyki oh shit Roll whip, panamera rough Salamander tux, fucking Alabama Butts Ah we known to galavant in trucks With an Irish bitch that will put a fucking hammer to your nuts [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Compose a fly rap with an 18 karat meisterstuck My people like to shoot Bronsolino dice the fluke Phenomenal fish platters Plus everyday is turkey day My vision is clear so now we getting it the murky way Pillaging daily plus we give thanks and fill tanks with premium Cadillacs my people always steaming them Turn the car into a sauna with some marijuana If you know Bronsolino then you know thats his persona Slang school PHd holders in the building Far from elementary but we do this for the children Ready able and willing Dealing constantly building Seen niggas make a million standing outside they building I'm from New York home of the hustle Where skinny people move big cuz chrome is the muscle Just to get a rep you get left with a darker past You just a little sick my fucking flow is Arthur AsheEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The PassageOh Mr. Wonderful Oh Mr. Wonderful Oh Mr. Wonderful Oh Mr. Wonderful [Spoken Outro] Asiento, ahora la palabra de diosEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Swerve on Em[Intro: A$AP Rocky & Action Bronson] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah It's your baby boy Bronsoliño Yeah, yeah (La Musica de Harry Fraud) Yeah Yeah (All my life) [Verse 1: Action Bronson] The style icon, ’bout to get the dough like taekwon Beat the pythons, when I fuck I like to leave the lights on I'm just a piece of art All these tattoos hidden under bracelets on my right arm Shit, I need some tiger balm, I don't even like this song Yeah, I skrrt 911s better with that other one Man, these pussies love to run, but they always runner-up I ain’t with that funny stuff, yeah, I'm 'bout that money up Leave 'em sunny up, give 'em tummy tuck Bronson always hit that fucking target, never dummy luck In these fucking streets, you get your collar popped for 20 bucks And I'm just focused on these hoes that's on the honey nuts [Chorus: Action Bronson & A$AP Rocky] I swerve on 'em, skrrt on ’em, swerve on ’em, swerve on 'em High as fuck, your boy almost hit the curb on ’em Swerve on 'em (Yeah, yeah), swerve on 'em, skrrt on 'em (Yeah, yeah) Looking like you need some help (Yeah, yeah), throw a bird on ’em [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything gettin' jolly, lil homie Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me Just notice me, I make her cream, call me Jodeci Man, I ride like you're slow to leave, niggas know Flacko Jodye Took a toke, nigga, pour the lean, feeling stomach pains, nausea Had me absent, no notary, no, no, nothing to sober me up Fell asleep, go to sleep, my niggas still asleep, rest in peace Ready or not, here I come, man, I feel like a refugee You just captain, Captain Save-A-Ho, hoes screaming, “Come rescue me” Man, I came for the best, so who claim they the best? Swore she knew what was best for me, when she left, took what's left of me [Chorus: Action Bronson] I swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em Skrrt on 'em, swerve on 'em Swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em Your boy almost hit the curb on 'em [Bridge: A$AP Rocky] Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything getting jolly, lil homie Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me Just notice me [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Baby, just notice me I'm in the green Lotus Jeep, try not to go to sleep Don't let the devil take control of me My eyes closed, but I know where I'm going It started snowing and I started dancing And I started crying, bitch, it's Johnny Handsome I dive off boats, jump out of planes ass naked Swervin' Maserati trucks in the rain Man, it's all about the hunger and pain And to this jungle, I came With these drugs all in my lungs and my veins [Outro: A$AP Rocky & Action Bronson] (Had a funny feeling you fronting) You know (Every time I see you, you phony) True (Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni) Uh (Everything getting jolly, lil homie) Uh (Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, so to speak, just notice me) Just notice me, baby, just notice meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Irishman Freestyle[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfucker White Bronco, Queens in this bitch (Uh huh, yeah, yeah, yah, yah) Baklava (Wow, wow, wowowowow) You already know me, yo, get my motherfucking drugs Quick please (Blahblahblahblahblahblah) Yeah, yo [Verse] I caught a DUI coming out the Trey Songz concert Shit was bonkers, Bronson slam like Giannis (Uh) Mega wellness hat, I'm unconscious (True) Don't drink gin and tonic (No) Only natural wine to be honest (True) Your chick plastic like fake rice from China (Uh) Staring in the mirror like, "I hate my vagina" (Yew) Just did my first scene with De Niro (Uh) Just did my first scene with Scorsese (Uh) The Bimmer go 480 with no old ladies (Woo) Fuck out of here, bitch, you not wavy (Woo) These more shady, faces like some old babies (Uh) Me, I'm stone cold crazy, and there's no maybes (True) Shit, I was hatched in the '80s (uh) In 600 Mercedes with Dior shades on (Uh) New York made me (Uh) Strong like Japanese sword blades Two Tesla coils under the bald fade (Damn) Fucking with me, that be the wrong thang (Woo) I'm butt naked with the Uzi on Broadway (Uh) My haircut is like Dominican folk art Use the G-Wagon like a go-kart Bitch, I got a cold heart (Shit) Hot blooded, short tempered (Uh) Get you splashed like water, not expensive Brown bags filled with drugs sat beside the benches (Damn) Any club in the world can't deny me entrance (Nobody) Pussy (None), you know it's me, bitch (Yes) [Outro] Me, Queens, White BroncoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Live from the Moon[Intro: Action Bronson] Uh huh, good evening (Yeah) Live from the Moon (Uh huh) Live from the Moon (It's me) You know, live from the Moon Take me home, uh [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Ten time champ, 'bout to be eleven Understand, I'm down to die for my leather Bitch, live from the Moon Live from this 41st speed boat I hope you brought your sea legs Bitch, young Bronson run ting like relays Uh, live from the moon Live from the moon (What) [Verse 2: Action Bronson] My third eye been powerful for ten years (Uh) I don't got no fears (Woo), I don't got no tears (No) I don't get caught up in the bright lights, dear (No) And, yes, I am the human highlight reel (Yes) They say I'm built strong like pyramids in Egypt (Uh) Ever since a fetus, I had visions of a leader Purple X6 truck driven by a cheetah (Uh) Look, it's Don Cheadle (Uh), no, it's just me, ho (Me) Live from the Moon (Feel me, yeah) Live from the Moon, uh [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Under pressure like Mercury and Bowie A man's never hot, nah, baby, you don't know me (Nope) Your boys stay cozy, laying in the bed full of roses sipping rosy Chilling with Kobes on (God damn) Gold Rollie on the phoney arm (Uh) Travel stars like I'm Obi-Wan (Uh) Fuck Star Wars (uh), Indiana Jones is better, bitch (True) Turn a bitch to Fish escovitch (Uh) Couple mil'll make you stretch the wrist (Wrist) Move stones, it's mega lift, catch my drift, pass the piff (Pass the piff) Live from the Moon (Uh) Live from the Moon, live from the Moon Yeah, we coming live from the Moon Welcome home [Saxophone Solo: Yung Mehico]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dreamer[Verse] Ayo, my headbands filled with acid, out of body Mind trick, mind sick like Magic Johnson's dick You know your shorty lettin' Bronson hit Stuff penis down the neck like it's lozenges Two bags of drug sleep, 'bout to wake 'em up, though Stay sharp, cut quarts with the cutthroats Don't snort, use gloves when you cut dope Won't stop, eat box on a plush boat The brougham, forest green with peanut butter Jelly belly, fuckin' in a smelly telly African room, drugs up in the nightstand Look in my eyes, "Daddy, make the light dance!" Nice pants, cut off at the knee Cuttlefish, cut up on the beach, out the sea Mix it with the lime juice, smidgen of its own ink (Ah, the beat cut out)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy T.K.O[Intro: Ring announcer] Ladies and gentlemen Coming to the ring At a whopping 273 pounds Standing at 5'7 3 quarters and a half Out of Flushing, Queens It's..... [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Fly in the winter like a flock of birdies, I never rocked a derby You see the polo, U.S.A. right on the hockey jersey Every step that I take mimicking no man Precision flow man, motherfucker get with the program Compare the lord to no man, moves I never fake em Aura like Wagyu beef, you just a Steak-Umm Paired with shiraz for the taste to serve at table side My lyric through the vocal take my palette on a flavour ride It's obvious I'm gonna do it, right outta Flushing Percussion gushing after the session right to the luncheon On my Scandinavian shit, serve up a puffin Find a shorty, gargle her mouth and stuff her muffin Duffin many blunts to the neck, what you expect? I'm a vet show the respect, same shit your father get Very humble, Jim Brown, never fumble Know the purple in season and well then I'll take a bundle We in the street like a hooker's feet I'm known for cooking meat, cooking beats And wildin' like I'm Booker T Bronsolini walking like a cowboy Sharp at the feet steel and got the alloy Straight outta New York the bad liuetenient, Bronsolini Team leathered down, the angel I like's in the pini You oughta see me, uptown coppin' the chimi Puffin the pudo, fuckin' some culo, Bronson the chulo Jaws of white shark ready for the swimmin' Haze and linen with razor vision make the blade decision Peep the beeper, Lonnie do the street procedure Legendary shit for how my brother heat the beaker Exquisite beard lined up, that's for the ladies Plus I'm bout to be in Turkey G'd up riding Mercedes Know Hugginatti keep the ceaser wavy, Bronsolini with the seasoned gravy Just add the cheese for flavi Straight to the table cause it's best when I'm hot Play me funny kick your nuts until your testicles pop Exhale the doja, when it's full moon I lose composure Lesson 1: cuddle your son. Brought to a closure Dabble in truffles, Sauvignon blanc simmered in mussels Nothing ever ripped from my neck during a tussle A bolo young I'm Lecter with the muzzle Injector of the deck I place the sectors in the puzzleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intro[Big Body Bes] Oy, Manuel Yo keep the car runnin' man I got some shit I gotta handle real quick man Yeah, what the fuck is good You know I'm back in the motherfuckin' room Just stepped in, matter fact I just stepped out Motherfuckin' 1996 Lincoln Town Car, baby blue But now I'm over here making my presence felt once again 'Cus you know I'm a made motherfuckin' man The first thing you do when you meet me You should apologize to me straight off the top Just because you're nothing like me But fuck that, back to meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Intercontinental Champion[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo, pop, sniff confetti for the toast Dropkicks like Janetty off the ropes Mach 6 smoking heavy on the coast See me dip the law like vanilla in a cone Use caution cause if not, then you a goner Only talk business where we sitting in a sauna Ain't trying to be in prison, taking shits up in the corner Rikers Island know the water so it's all water Shoes native, rock a husky as a headdress Mind's sick so we need to be on bedrest You're favourite niece give me head sex She's a squirter, so the bed's wet You're gonna have to lay the towel down Retard shit, class in the basement Free form jazz band, eat a pussy While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-Bam Smoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme hand Damn, the bitch like Mrs. Schroeder Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring it over "Ohhh but I don't even drink" Then shorty sipped the liquor, then I'll fuck her on the sink Red mink to the ankle mat lotioned Arch your back, slow motion Hold a green toast out in Oakland, shooting juice in my upper cheek Shorty dripping like a tunnel leak You know your whole team pussy like a muffin sheet Stay balanced like a runner's feet, it's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Golden Eye[Intro] Yeah, yeah It's Baklava (Yah, yah) Sweet as broken dates (Yah, yah) Only For Dolphins Uh, Queen shit Millennium thugs (Yeah, yeah) (It's the sweetest love) [Verse 1] When they landed here, your boy was stranded here (uh, yeah) Kind of crazy, started all this shit with just a strand of hair (that's it) Me and my wife all night swing from the chandeliers Fucking acrobatic artistry, bitch pardon me You could feel this like some H inside your artery (uh) Give love to the departed, always know they'll be a part of me (yeah) On expensive rugs I spill chardonnay (uh-huh) My initial script cursive on the headrest of the beige Targa seat Better maintain low tones when you talking to me (fuck off) Fuck around and get your sea bass smothered I'll choke you the fuck out like I'm a Diaz brother (go to sleep) Then I'll jump back in the sports car, bumpin' Heavy D Bitch I'm very me Look it's Bronson smoking drugs under the cherry tree It's him, baby [Chorus] The sweetest love It's the sweetest love I've ever known (I love-love-love-love-love you) The sweetest love, the sweetest love [Verse 2] Twenty Kawasakis looking like wild horses on stampede I look like a character that was drawn by Stan Lee Strength like Žydrūnas Savickas, speed of a crackhead Took five minutes to get from here to Baghdad (from Queens) All around the world I'm known by different names Never the real one (never), 'cause motherfucker shit done changed Spin a revolver when it's high noon and lift that brain Baby just fix the plate up so I can whip this plane (whip this shit) I need to focus, dear (yeah), but there's all this hash, need some smoke in here If we get attacked in the woods, I'll have to choke the bear It's all a bunch of smoke and mirrors Just give me a moment baby, don't get near me (Don't fuckin' touch me, please) [Chorus] The sweetest love It's the sweetest love I've ever known (I love-love-love-love-love you) I love you, I love you I miss you, I kiss you, I need youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Man & The Mirror[Intro] Back once a-motherfucking-gain Come here mirror, bring yourself to me I want you to see the beauty you've created [Verse 1] Caddy got the brown hard top just like the Créme Brulée Crack it...I mean retract it The bitches they think I'm attractive That means I'm sexually active Hang out with actors and chefs Gray Beamer, swing the left, BBS's Flip out the roof, land in a split Handle my shit Straight from Flushing, Queens Where them hammers get gripped A fiend will suck your dick For a gram of the sniff I been gorgeous, mid-August Twin Porsches, three floor loft Diana Ross, blow my nostrils with the tan cloth Five in the mornin' drinkin' coffee smokin' Kents With the teased hair, doggy everywhere we be's there You can touch, like the coach and the gymnast Baby I been this Pouches of tuna, Ounces of Uma The '89 station wagon, Mercury Sable Forest Green, forest park, Horace Grant It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Let It Rain[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, now I'm ready, uh [Verse 1] Your pockets' slim pickings Lay 'em out like grilled chicken It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe I'll break it on your head if you don't act right There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit You don't know the half of this (you bitch), nah (you bitch) I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh) It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh) Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain It's like my life directed by Tim Burton And daddy twisted off the henara And I'm always on the center stage Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway Trying to get a better brain, then it rained Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah) I must've been a junkie in my past life, man I must've been a junkie in my past life [Verse 2] Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles Ninety degrees, Timbs on Ma, your kid's gone A lot of graves to be pissed on Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong) You know I got the drug so potent Johnny took a hit He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!) Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh) The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh) Flushing, Queens, no scare business here Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh) Plus the strength of twelve oxen Hold it down, though, there's no option Let it rain (Uh) I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck I must've been a junkie in my past life [Outro] Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans Hahaha, that's it. I'm doneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dr. Kimble[Intro] Yeah, yeah, uh Uh-uh, uh, Bronco [Verse 1] Yeah, the plane lift up then I hit the pipe (Uh) And just to clarify (Uh), what you might have heard, I never left these dice (I never did) I throw 'em until there's nothin' left in life (It's true) Ancient architecture sculpted out of stone hang off this neck device (Aye, aye, aye) I cop cars and crash 'em (Uh), next day, the same thing (Uh) Next date, Beijing (Uh), Papi, I'm a made man Have little man do a front flip out of the gray van (Woo, oh shit) Give all your mans a fucking spray tan I headbutt, bitch, I don't shake hands, nah (Uh-uh) [Chorus] Bronco (It's me, it's me) [Verse 2] I lost a case (Uh), he found his wife next to a horse's face (Yeah) I'm lost in space, I'm out of here, torch the place (Pssh) Just dropped 200 at the dealer, high from the 'quila (Ay) I could've been a Steeler (Ay), but bitch, I keep it realer (Realer) All I want is moolah (True), I put these fucking actors in the goulash Leave mothafuckas hanging out of tubas (Ha ha ha) My eyes go black while I'm howling at the lunar (A-woo) Stars fall down and you can't stop it with computers, listen You either got it or you don't, there's nothing to it (There's nothing to it) We started four in the Buick (True), now the lawyer is Jewish (True) (He can be anything) Stupid (He can be anything) [Chorus] Uh, it's the Bronco (He just happens to be Jewish, it's understandable) [Verse 3] Shit's so wave (Uh), need a full-body du-rag (Ah) Fresh like dope inside the 12-year old school bag (Ah) Bitch, take your album and boof that (Ah) If we was on the ball court, we'd take your fucking ball and roof that (Uh) Hear me? (Get that shit the fuck out of here, man) (I knew I still had it, it happens to everybody) Uh, roof that Boof that, haha (Scoop that) Yeah, uh (It's me) [Outro] Stones on my neck, you see me, them shits fell out the sky (Sky) Hold up, just let me roll up (Roll up), bitch, I'm 'bout to fly (Fly) Your boy been out his mind (Mind), bitch, I'm 'bout to die (Uh) Tears fall out his eyes (Uh), tears fall out his eyes (Eyes) See me, I'm out the sky (Sky) Let me roll up (Uh), I'm 'bout to fly (Fly) I'm out my mind (Mind) Tears fall out my eyes (Fall out my eyes) Stones on my neck, you see me, them shits fell out the sky Hold up, just let me roll up, bitch, I'm 'bout to fly Your boy been out his mind, tears fall out his eyes Tears fall out his eyes, tears fall out his eyesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Capoeira[Intro: Action Bronson] Call Mexico I need a saxophone solo Yeah, yeah turn me up a little, daddy (Yeah) I can't hear myself, Lordy (Ah) Baklava (Charming) You know it's him (Prince Charming) Only for dolphins, once again (Uh) [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Congratulations, they just casted Baklava in Rambo (Yeah) Heard how your boy was off the handles (Uh-uh) And that was just a sample (Little bit) All black Cherokee 'cause I can't fit this body in the Lambo (Come on, man) All this marble got me feelin' like a Roman (Uh-uh) Pacific Ocean (Uh), to put my toes in (Uh) Smokin' green slime like Nickelodeon (Uh) All white standin' at the podium, you know it's him (Ah) I throw dice with the Tommy John elbow (Ah) Next week I'll probably parmesan a sailboat (Yeah) Drive the Hummеr on the railroad (Yeah) My drugs are waitin' for mе in the mailroom (Uh) Hell motherfuckin' yeah, man, that's what it is, ah yeah Power bomb 'em through the dinner table (Uh) It sound like a moose hittin' a Winnebago (Shit) [Bridge: Action Bronson] Uh, I'm back, yeah, I'm back, I'm back, ah [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I'm a man amongst boys (Uh-uh) Your Jeep comes with the booster seat (Bitch) Shootin' puppy water all over your sheets I'm jumpin' in jacuzzis, twelve feet deep with twelve freaks (Uh-uh) Safe to say my life's on fleek (Uh), no smoke and mirrors (Uh) Just models sniffin' coke off mirrors, talkin' 'bout, "Do Domino's deliver?" (You know they fuckin' do) Bitches throw up in jar and hide it in the closet (Uh-uh) But that shit ain't happenin' at my crib (Uh-uh) Gotta finish dinner if you want dessert (True) And if you wanna fuck Ernie, you gotta fuck Burt (Uh-uh) I'm in the Beamer bumpin' Gerald Levert, you heard? (You heard?), huh You heard? (You heard?), ah [Outro: Action Bronson] Yeah, yeah Only for Dolphins, baby I told you Bronco El Blanco [Saxophone Solo: Yung Mehico]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Come Up[Intro] 2009 Action Bronson Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up Outdoorsman shit, here we go [Verse 1] I've seen a fiend scrape the residue and sniff it off a razor After party for politicians with loafers and a blazer Skipping AAA I'm coasting straight up to the majors Linen in every seat drinking wine and eating capers, square Holding the ground prep the animal for sacrifice Rub the body with plenty garlic and a classic spice Holy Trinity, peppers onions celery Every time I rap I'm on the verge to catch a felony Standing in circles with my brothers puffin' product Disturbers to the public call the coppers blew the spot up Pulled us over a couple of 50's in the ankle socks Most of it powder so it looks just like his ankle lock I got the rap shit in the ankle lock I got her screaming for submission trying to be up in the bank a lot Currency’s the only logic, brother bag the work Come up funny, I leave you open like a faggot's shirt Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up Action Bronson 2009 shit Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up [Verse 2] You know the saga, knee length coat made of llama Purple in the Parma, two ki's the Grana Padano That’s for the cuisine, stracciatell Siciliana Boom fakers be gettin' vapor dog you get with Anna The wild fumes, beauty that the ground blooms Ass fucking the diva leave her with the brown moon It's now June, tops get lowered off of whips Flower flip, we grow the mushrooms out the cattle shit Peddle shiftin' with my eyes closed I'm feeling great Fire kissing the roasted salmon on the cedar plank Peep the plan get the money out the bordello Five-seven the fattest ass, shorty played the cello Charge a thousand for fifteen, the white collars Got the manuva serving knowledge for the pipe scholars Peace to Queens, she the queen of the life Eating Pio Pio chicken, smothered beans in the rice And we out [Outro] You know we creeping on the come up You know we creeping on the come upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Beautiful Music[Verse 1: Action Bronson] I'm not your normal kind of rap singer In the building where the subtle scent of crack linger Fiends smoking off the foil I only smoke shit from out the soil Virgin oil, the name Bronson, no Arroyo Barbecues get thrown with EBT Cards Land and sea, the air, 3 stars Till gold plates get made right on arrival The Amarone got me spinning like a gyro Take the high road, poppy seeds from Cairo Aaron Rodgers style: I'm here to take the title Rock a mask, dawg, 'cause every word is viral To leave you like a wet noodle, paralyze your spinal (Smoke this motherfucking weed real quick, hold on I'mma get back to you in a minute) [Hook:] "Darling, let me lay besi— Darling, let me lay besi— Darling let me lay beside you Kiss my burning lips about you" [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Dennis Byrd shit, china doll Leave your fur split, dig your pockets Then she'll kill your earth Even if she's seven days away from giving birth Ruthless, she'll catch you for your leather and your purse Lamb roasting over wood-fire, extend the olive branch Since the 90s I've been rocking hundred-dollar pants Fifty-dollar drugs linger in my sock Put the lighter to the plastic, that's the sealant for the top 'Cause we coming from the heights, you know I copped the puro Tried to put it in the pussy, slid it in the culo Damn, that's the wrong route Now I gotta knee her in the stomach so it falls out Take a deep breath Ancient knowledge like the crocs up in the Nile Alabaster tiles in the kitchen cause I'm wyling Tryna cop a chain that say you styling Only chain of interest in the water made of islands [Hook] [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Wild world that we living in I smoke drug got the subtle hint a cinnamon My mind twisted from the Absinthe You can thank Flushing for my accent So much more than rapping You fucking with the captain Action Jeter Salmon on the cedar You ain't do the job, and then they calling a reliever Me, Dennis Eckersley Rhyme flavor like my grandma's book of recipes I'm 'bout that equity Large stocks, a palm Glock, bomb box Long beards, knee draped in sports drop Loafer pressing on the pedal Extra heavy doggie cause my leg is made of metal Often tangle with the devil Shapeshifter, shaking with strange hands Bronsolini fresher than Maine clams Making money every day, it's been the motherfucking game plan Remain tan during the winter laid in beige sandEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mr.Songwriter[Verse One] Yo, this is Action Bronsonelli in the place to be Peace to the ultimate warrior posted up in Astoria Bronsolini is the name and when I rhyme its euphoria To the death of me, motherfuckers seeking that serum I got the recipe, soft shell crabs right out the Chesapeake The devil's basil laying lovely in the plastic jar Open it up from the aroma almost crashed that car New York livin', linen shorts we too horse driven And when we sitting down to dine at least there's two course swimming Probably calamari, my young shooter I call him Gallinari Still serve the Knicks, nibbles of parmigiani Hand-craft the cheeses, aged inside the cave to thaw Off to my tailor alterations for my days in court Come to the park with my jump shot, got five bets I'm on price, deadly in the clutch with the precision of a shark bite After that we split the paper up and spark the pepper flakes Flying to the heights, Dominican buffet for pepper steaks You know its Queensbridge you hear the flavour of my music My brother Lonny manoeuvre huggin' knotties in the Buick, fluid Close-knit, no shit just like a herringbone And laid over the sweater of many brothers of [?] My aura glistening, my shit's official in And for my platter's three stars, the book of Michelin Study Ju-Jitsu in, closets of crystalline I'm known to rock the green ballys straight out of switzerland, Peace My facial hair better than Tom Selleck, smoke the bomb tree Under the palm tree, accent mimicking Connery Pardon me lady, slow roasted animal smothered in gravy Flow like the navy, you play me, then you snoring with daisy Bronsolinio, the motherfucking number one rap singer The number one rap singer in the universe Cause I'm the master of the universe, call me He-Man Mister songwriter, Bronsolini, Bronsolinio Bronsonolski, Action Bronstein, George Bronstein Action Castanza Yo it's Action BronsonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Sergio[Intro] Haven't rapped with you in a long time Body Big Baby, Big Slimmy Big Jimmy, Bronco Balaklava, Baklavala Holla-holla Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay Yeah-yeah-yeah You already know what Sergio Swing-swing (Yeah, Sergio) (Hahahaha) Yeah, uh (Hahahaha) [Verse 1] My phone blowin' up 'cause I been missin' for days (Ain't nobody callin' you, man) I'm just floatin' through these waves, my torso covered in suede (Uh) Six back-to-back Cadillacs lookin' like astronauts (Uh) Don't wind me up, I'll have Shaq pop out the jack-in-the-box (Uh, pop out) With three ratchets in his jean jacket, bitch (Uh-uh) Don't even try to tell me how off the meat rack I'm is (Uh-uh) You know the vibes, I'm slow motion like I'm sniffin' Actavis (Yeah) 'Til I explode off the turnbuckle and cripple half your shit (Ah) You know Bam-Bam savage as fuck (Uh) Ride with two pumps (Uh), like Michael Chang shoes (Uh) 'Til I see angels (Ah), I see the world from all angles And from a thin thread, my soul dangles Just like a mango (Ooh), alpha bravo (Uh) Lookin' like your boy just won the lotto But then drowned every dollar in a bottle (Every single one of them) And put a bunch of junk (Uh), in his arm and his nose (Uh) And between his toes (His toes) 'Cause feelin' good's the only thing he knows (Ah, the pain) Shit (Yeah man, you know we feel that) [Bridge] Uh, 'cause feeling good's the only thing I know (Bitch, I feel you, I feel you, I feel you) Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good) Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good) Feelin' good's the only thing I know (Yeah) [Verse 2] Give thanks for all these graces that's been placed upon me (Give thanks) Do I deserve it or not? Now that's a different topic (Hell yeah, you do) I think I do though (Uh-uh), All these times I seen the planet Pluto (Uh-uh) And when I get back I got no jet lag (You know it), I'm wired different (True) The slightest thought of me inspires vision (It's true) And puts a smile on the face of a man that knows he 'bout to die in prison (Uh) I'm high and twisted (Uh), some would say divine and mystic (Uh) 'Cause I can eat a bag of mushrooms and still drive the stick shift (Ooh) Like Hélio Castroneves (Uh), seein' psychedelic colors, I'm a dead head Man, why the rose on fire in my palm? Like a saint for a made guy (Ooh) Blood drops fallin' from my eyes, right on the gray five I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe You feel me? [Outro] Uh, I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe, lay a vibe (I feel good, I feel good) Lay a vibe, uh, lay a vibe, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Watersports[Action Bronson] Shit yo, it's like I'm always dunking on Dikembe Mutombo [Verse 1] Hang ten on the Donald Takayama Nose rider, hoes after the show diver You know I'm talking 'bout vergina Puerto Rican doped face wearing lana Drink from the goblet, that was dope, cause I was chosen First pick on the surf shit Reverse whip on some shorty keep the iron in your purse shit Get your shirt lift I'm into spending hundreds reckless I'm on some next shit Chinese staircase necklace, roll in Lexus' 420 SC, yes he Be doing fucking endos on the jetski Rolling hundreds of the best tree Hoop it up, I put myself against your best three Dunk on Dikembe If not for minor set backs I would have been paid Walk with a pimp leg It's me [Big Body Bes] Uh, yeah It's me once a-motherfucking-gain Big fucking Body. You know what I'm doing [Verse 2] The work flipped like Ozzie Smith The whip was Olive-ish The fact I'm gorgeous, gained acknowledgement My eyes are sharper than a pilot probably screamin' Kamikaze Shit pass that boom bah bah zi I'm hittin' skins cuz I'm fresh, smokin dope Had the homie there, gave the bitch the Okie-Doke Eleven thousand on the overcoat straight from Nova Scot Hover on boats, wines with summer notes [Big Body Bes] Ugh straight exquisite shit 1000 dollar dinners at Red Lobster Catch me in the water Using your moms like a Jetski [Verse 3: Action Bronson] I spit the rum in the rooster's face Born with exclusive taste Make the Caddy candy orange with the Fucshia base Make my shorty milk chocolate with the Cuban waist Gun in the waist quick to shoot the Jake I view the lake while I chew the steak The estate came with the lake The lake came with the boat, the boat came with the leather seats Dark skin just like Heather B Look like a shark in the 7 series The leather trench with the feather earring Racing package, better steering Hide the cheddar in the ceilin', I'm peelin, for realin' [Outro: Big Body Bes] Yeah it's me man, you know what time it is man It's the Motherfucking summer time It's my time to shine I'm out here on my motherfucking glory man It's me Big Body I'm out here, pockets stuffed like my favorite fish I'm out here living it up man You know what time it is man I don't eat nothing unless it comes on top of rice I'm out here man living my motherfucking life Shouts to my moms man, out here wildin' You know your boy is out here doing big fucking things man You know what time it is man I'm out here catch me in the water man All types of motherfuckin water sports man I'm out here man, you know what time it is man I got the bathing suit down to the ankle, the long shits Motherfucking fly shit from France Man fuck that Canal Street shit I'm out here wildin' Fuck that bail money on me Stay shut the fuck up man That's it man happy fucking Ramadan man I can't put up with this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy My Right Lung[Intro] Yeah, uh, yeah [Chorus] I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time, uh [Verse 1] Seasons change weekly Life in the big leagues I can tell it's summer by the fig trees Wiggle German Jeeps with kiss on 'em Drop her top, she got a nice set of tits on her Hardcore, got me feelin' like a fish outta water Cruising U.S.A., I use six quarters I got next [Interlude] Uh, ah man, ah man, uh [Chorus] I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a fucking ball just one time I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a ba– Yo, fuck that shit, man [Verse 2] Fuck a critic I'll have my little Spanish homie hit you with the Civic Send the motherfucker spinnin' I ain't like my chain so I threw it on a midget I don't like the terms of the deal, do better on the digits My Colombian princess'll come and hit you with the scissors In the neck 'til it look like Twizzlers [Outro] Night night Take me homeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mt. Etna[Intro] Uh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Uh, uh, yeah yeah, it's me Bam [Verse 1] Anywhere I go, I stick out like my cousin Vinny (Oh) I ride through the city, all kinds of fire vitties (Uh) Window, hair’s down, baby I'm so jiggy (Jiggy) All white at the pool party, vibe on Diddy (Yeah, that's my vibe) Yeah, baby, catch me live on viddy (Uh) I ain’t rolling with nobody if they won't die with me (Nah, motherfucker) What if murder was the case (Uh), and Papi need a pancreas (Uh)? Shoot him in his ass, make his stanky leg the stankiest (That shit stinky) The last time they put a wristband on your boy's wrist Appeared a 4 point 6 olive green (Woo) with the toy kit (Woo) Stupid dumb turbo (Uh), howling like a hungry wolf (Ow) The stars align with Virgo, Latin ladies laying, only furs on (True) Uh, I guess my motherfucking sweater-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter on Yeah, you know it's me [Verse 2] It's best you drink your little drink (What?), and do your little dance moves (Do 'em) Before I fucking uppercut you past the planet moon Salmon 740, zoom zoom, in the boom boom No racks in effects (No, no, no), I get to the checks (Yup, yup, yup) Finesse at it's best (Yup), White Bronco, others known him as LeBronson (It's me) My next album’s only for dolphins (Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow) Motherfuckers don’t deserve me, no, I ain't pearly (Nope) Bitch, ’cause even when I'm dirty, still shine like jewelry Motherfucking, uh, yeah [Bridge] I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (You know it's me) I be going through some shit, that’s why I smoke a lot (Uh) I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (A lot) I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (You hear me?) [Outro] You don't wanna smoke weed, but turning down friends can be tricky Hey, Bronson, want some? No way, that stuff's illegal Hey, Bronson, want some? Uh, I'm allergic Hey, Bronson, want some? Uh, no, I gotta stay low Bronson, want some? Eh, fuck it, why the hell not?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Chuck Person[Sample: Sin City] And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo Time on my hands Running fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Hit the Jackie Rob Cop the Hershey Spark the bark for the ride back to the Galaxy Back, back, down, forward, kick That's a fatality For Liu Kang, turn to a dragon then a raven Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim Your style is prenatal I got the hand that rock the cradle Fully auto mac under the table Jewish platters, kreplach soups and sable If you ain't stable, don't hang around cause I enable Drug use, dick sucks from a fiend Rib eye steaks that still on a bone Me and my team shine Like hologram fishscale right off the Greek coast Toast to greats with bubbles Three states, three cases, no traces I'm the ace to shovels So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!) Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong Where you think you're gonna run to when the tears gone And reality set just like the sun do Ain't trying to have my babies raised up in the slum, true! [Sample: Sin City] C'mon, you son of a bitch Damn, he's slick [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] No love for snitch niggas trying to serenade the precinct Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning I'm so New York that I could rep it from a different region Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's We sit in whips and our whips sit on Pirelli's While we're getting dick sucks, my whole team is Akinyele's Put in their mouth, let 'em give 'em second chances I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances Glorious garments, you could get some style by taking glances Red snapper, taken apart, put back together Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!) Same routine, another day, a new endeavor I usually rock a power piece under a Polo leather [Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] I write left, think right, need the box tight Mind blowing dome cause I always eat the box right Make believers out of haters, haters out of homies Bring my fam to the top so I ain't lonely I'm with the team, cuisine like we celebrating Contemplate the takeover when we delegating Get it shaking like a dancer at Perfections Catch us in a European coupe, it's never rented, kid Been getting it, circle full of amateurs See great rappers smoking seeded up cannabis Fucking embarrassment, we cooler than a Vick's rub You the type to trick it all night at a strip club I'm the type to bag a stripper out front Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!) That's what you do when you flyer than Goldblum Purple label loafers, paying homage to the old school [Verse 4: AG Da Coroner] I'm from Brooklyn, the reason why I walk with a bop Same reason I don't fuck with the cops My borough is thorough, if any nigga try to tell me it's not I'll leave his face bloodied up, all covered in knots We break bread at the table with made niggas and sip wine And graduate from little niggas, now we living big time I'm in a state of mind like Nas in his prime That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting leadoff Your mother's mouth is the place where I drop my seeds off Hop in the Lamborghini, middle finger speed off D's are getting P'd off, they're present, drop the weed off I'm like a cross between Stoudemire and Carmelo Half these New York whack rappers are soft as Jell-O Since a little nigga, always been a fly fellow Went from dark brown skin into a high yellowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Telemundo[Intro] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Motherfucker, know you hear me Bam Bam, the Bronco, white one Queens shit Motherfucking World Cup starts today You better be watching that shit in Spanish Pussy [Verse] You can keep your little bullshit advance, understand? I’m in the Amazon chewing on plants Motherfuckers can’t afford me Plus, I’m in the middle of this orgy and send me back in like 40 Shit, I live so much, no time for looking back, only up 'Cause there’s no roof on the truck, you could shoot a duck I know that’s cruel as fuck, and, no, I wouldn’t recommend it Did I mention? The Porsche 911 got a second engine Send your boy into the Seventh Dimension, shit Hell is cheap, baby, Heaven’s expensive though Yours truly, ‘bout to get this paper like Judge Judy Told my baby, “Come do me”, all these drugs just run through me Now I’m shredding the guitar on a mountain God damn, something groovy Aw, man, we lost ‘em to the lights again Bitch, don’t worry, I’ll be back like lightning Just don’t blink ‘cause you might miss me I’m about to make history, raise your motherfucking fist for me And let your middle finger fly up and grab your nut sack And scream, “Fuck that”, you hear me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Picasso’s Ear[Intro] Sniff a little coke, please, don’t go to sleep yet I kn-I-I know, I know Pour some water on your face, do some jumping jacks We about to leave, it’s me, it’s me, yo [Verse 1] Who could it be? It’s me, running down brick lane With a visible limp (Uh), and an alligator pimp cane (Uh) Rubies where the eyes go (Yeah), car so low (Yeah) Gotta drive this slow (Yeah, yeah) Black windows like we hiding, ho Fuck the 5-0, unless we talking ‘bout the ‘Stang (Mustang) Man, I’m just watching all these actors from the rafters like Sting In the surveillance van, fucking with computers like Ving (Ving) Hundred milli’, that’s a light ching, shoot him in the right wing [Chorus] Don’t wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke Don’t wanna smoke no more You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit Don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna drink Don’t wanna drink no more You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit [Verse 2] Listen, tiger, my shit fire (True), hard to forget like a thick Maya (Damn) I like my mind a little bit higher (Higher) I need the violin section tighter (Make it tight) And if you need to drive the ‘Vette (What) I left the keys by the tire, tiger (Thank you), just be humble ‘Cause if I punch you in the chest, you’ll do a hundred yard tumble (Uh) Standing over victims like Mutumbo with the finger waving (No, no, no, no, no) I’m such a motherfucking player My hair should be in finger waves, uh (God damn) [Chorus] Don’t wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke Don’t wanna smoke no more You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit Don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna smoke Don’t wanna smoke no more (What) You fucking stupid (What)? I’m tryna do all that shit I wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna drink no more You fucking stupid (What)? I’m tryna do all that shit (I know) I wanna drink, I wanna smoke Iwanna smoke some more (Some more) Yeah, I’m tryna do all that shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Marijuana Bronson[Verse 1 : Action Bronson] Marijuana Bronson Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz Play possum with the pigs stuff a dime on the kid Just scripted for the brothers holding knives on they bids Gift basket full of figs, I'm sipping wine with the fizz I got that pure smoke, gorgeous like a sushi plate Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee Classic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea See, It be those kids from queens in guess jeans Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams that let the lead scream We still rhyme fly words over percussion Nine - five Style max out diamonds in Flushing I'm still the man immoral Its hard to navigate through coral Your bitch with the tits still give the slamming oral Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code You know the dope'll force a fiend into the sleeper hold You mother fucker I got you [Verse 2 : Action Bronson] Ay yo, Mountains are capped with snow though it's the summer months I'm working hard for that money laundered in other fronts Forty blunts in the museum Jerk chicken patties out the window cop the tyson out the coliseum A Street Fighter with the Killer Instinct for Mortal Kombat The title holder higher than a giant's shoulder Lamb roasting over open fire Full moon hallucinations giving in to all my souls desire Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector, You Doctor Seuss I let him fall from off the roof and now I got the juice I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere Frozen nose hairs all I know, better be dro there Pass the Thyme, chocking off the truest reefer Lawrence Taylor in his prime with the smoother Caesar Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup The holy grail telling tale blowing cheeba eating tangy duck [Verse 3 : Action Bronson] Mother Fucker, Queens These are the vividries of life that I'm expressing to you Smoke salmon or coke famine your friend'll do you Cause you make a little paper but you acting greedy They'll cook ya momma in front of you just like hibachi Peaty There's no Tahiti, forty five scrolls in graffiti Beamers on BBs, the shit only seen on the TV It really happened in the galaxy of Queens Giving credit you indebted off the fallacies of fiends I walk a road less traveled, push the foreign car Often spark steel and known to play the gun guitar The drugs sell by themselves you just a common factor Real star is in the jar you the supporting actor Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon Puff a pound of boom, marijuana, she met a valid doom We gotta get it cause we living for the minute Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip, keepin it lemon scentedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Simple Man[Verse 1] Hailing from parts unknown Smoke and an Ice-O-Later Spanish women in the crib they making rice for later Wash the chicken in the sink then they pat it dry Then they hit it with Adobo My face is global You're like a homo My blood is pure I'm bred noble Getting head up on a red sofa Do a cartwheel in the Jag door My shorts sag to the floor Extra virgin olive oil up my ankle bone Visit the bank with the chrome Then have a banquet in a Rome Five hours later in the tank top at home with my feet up Abusing drugs Using Susans With two midgets naked for my amusement You understand me? [Hook] As my drug rise quick, all my homies got a cup Reliving all the days when no one even gave a fuck Matching college sweatsuits hopping out the truck Knee her in the stomach, drugs are dropping out her butt [Verse 2] Blow a few stacks on the capture Even more for the statue Portraits in Africa My shirt protected by napkins Catch me in Paris paper thin leather on a pleasant day S'il vous plaît have my money Ain't nothing funny Legs crossed smoking Dunhills We been to Brussels Been to Holland Rolling joints as thick as columns Anything I want is fifty dollars Twist ignition keys You see me where the river be, floating Big coat, toasting White grapes in flute glasses Hold a belt in two classes I'm known to chief that green, Robert Parish Shifting new coupes, lavish colored stewed cabbage Young and ravishing galloping with the cavalry Exotic parrots, you perish you’re like a parody I’m in the galley of the ship cooking scrambled eggs up On some Casey Ryback shit from "Under Siege" Throwing darts like Byron Leftwich Serve a fiend a continental breakfast out the building off the steps Five series beamer wagon filled with Hess Protect mine like eagles with the nest I'm out for justice [Hook] As my smoke rise quick, all my homies got a cup Reliving all the days when no one even gave a fuck Matching college sweatsuits hopping out the truck Knee her in the stomach, drugs are dropping out her buttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Suede[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Exhale the fucking essence, absorb me Peace to Lonnie Londell Everything is mar-vel Kid, on this side we shine like the sun Though the night brisk on the night shift Peep the tight lips Cause muthafucking loyalty is priceless Fly bitch blow me harder than a vuvuzelo My mood is mellow Catch me hopping out the Cougar, yellow Brew the Bustelo, Brosonlino Smooth as Othello in convertible Z3's bruising the pedal Chief of command, it's hard for you to try to see me Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini Harsh as a Russian winter Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker and Thompson Eating a custom dinner Wine served, about a third of the glass filled Premium rap skills, lounging in the Catskills Let me end this with a kiss from my bitch One love, Bronsonlino, signing off Who better than this, kid? [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Luxury sports apparel is what I rock to cover feet I feel like everyday is Thanksgiving That's how we usually eat Rep the street, my flow is heat Queens made me complete When we outside deep It's like a Double L retreat You know my status, everything's mar-vel Hard shell shots will tear you up Now you scar well Bizarre hell, I'll take you there Never fear nothing, not me Shellfish specialist, I'll eat it if it's from the sea Action Bronson is in the building So it smells like half a key He's usually smoking marijuana in a jacket past his knee Yeah, we live this, still crispest Back to business, fuck bitches Most of ya'll were living blind until I hit the light switches Peace to my dress code and my way of life Super trife, slay your wife Ask about the way Lauren can lay the pipe Never duplicated, wordplay is custom made Niggas know my steez Catch me in Queens covered in suede (word up!) [Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] The fine fabric delegates And Peter Pan Posse This the finale, Youtube is where the fans watch me High definition, Lo religion Loving Scottie Pippen's Switched it from Jordan Dream Team It hurt the slutty women Love to collab, I used to dabble in a couple of things Facelift the Team, Outdoors, where the Mens will be Cop Killer Queens, the Upper East, we need a gallery We unscripted, real drama, never no fallacies I might party like a rock star for a couple of days A couple strays tag along taking bumps of K I keep a Buddha, little liquor, make me triple stack Ideal wifey, small titties and a lot of ass They call me Shaz, before it was my government Unholy convenant, could never get enough of it [Verse 4: Fonda] So pay attention when this rich bong's broken in half And don't get left behind to choke on my gas Ginger ale, juggle, Gen Pop, pockets intact Prime king in the booth I got it like that But wait, audible react Don't get caught in the trap Real recognize real And see it's part of the act I break hearts, surround sound With the sermon I spit And leave behind a trail of permanent drips In a room full of douchebags burning their lips And bugging out about the right amount of water to mix The freebase specialist, I dug him a ditch Struggling with that addiction's a son of a bitch, fucko I'll give you something to fix, get sober You'll understand when you're older The rap Al Bundy got the handicapped boner Hot breath and the ice cold shoulder So, give me room so my set can breathe I'm from the Up East, plus I got connects in Queens So how you want it? Bent, skeed or straight blunted My rap good like Deer Park in your stomach [Verse 5: Machine] Incredible Hulk, flash the villainous smile He trying to stay young, he's never going out of style Fresh to death like the corpse out the morgue The new slang stay stiff, pause No shirt when he record Stay zoned, known to kick rap through payphones Mighty Healthy set the tones Spread the wealth through fly poems Well known rap flesh Keep it tight like close homies And never known to flip like a Solid Gold Cody Known to keep it scummy like a Sunday at Jones Beach Known to keep it bummy like a Sunday at Centre Street Known for having fun, blacking out, that's the motto @toechamp, twitter game you should follow US Weekly with the centerfold A thousand tapes pressed up A thousand tapes sold Kids screaming out, "when the mixtape coming?" Streets is fiend out, yo, they really need something Understood, no matter what Shine like the sun Remember one thing ? rap and number oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Savage from Sarasota[Intro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage & Arsenio Hall] I'm the Tower of Power Too sweet to be sour I'm funky like a monkey Sky is the limit And space is the place Hello! [Verse 1] Yo, as the clouds shift over and cover half of the moon up The smoke leave my lungs That's my jam, turn the tunes up 2nd Avenue, cruising in a beamer Holding ninas, my feets are featured in a Fila shoe Time to get mine, never see me standing in a breadline Never bedtime cause I'm a headline From here to Portugal, kick it like Ronaldo Mustache like Geraldo Let the money pile, ho Yay high I'm on fire like a gay guy But pause that Raw rap, break your thorax Long, White dick inserted in your whore's back I'm fucking hookers straight from Kazakhstan- Borat [Midtro/Sample: "Macho Man" Randy Savage] I'm a Chameleon, yeah, huh uh Chameleon? Uh Huh!, yeah! I'm talking about the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on [Verse 2] I smell the ocean cause I'm near the coast Queens breakfast In the streets you could hear the toast pop Probably over some butter In a penthouse, but I rose from the gutter Where's my money? Cut a finger, send it home to your mother Bring your visors back Skin fades, beards with Giambi lenses Big Walkmans, yellow ones, the Sports shit Bow to my portrait Thousands of horses That laid under the hood that's in the back of the Porsche War stories from my people that survived 'em Bitches sucking dick that's on arrival Paralyze your spinal cord For smoking drugs, I'm on the honor roll Don't get arrested Stuffed the rest in her punana hole This shit is wunderbar Hard top, 740 German '94, copping soccer cleats out of Herman's Laying in the grass Out the basket, eating grapes Shorty throwing signs that she wet below the waist Swinging like beyond wall, geishas in the corner Bronson like a spy, giving facials in the sauna Snap my fingers, waiters come Smoking with the lazy lung Every kind of drug is on deck like a Navy gun War stance, one call will make a broad dance And then the pussy coming right up out your whore's pants No romance, it's straight brutal Body sumo, biting bitches like I'm Cujo The lane switcher, the grain gripper The soft, leather seat sitter Head while I'm on the shitter Bette Midler Flushing, Queens death spitter Donnie Baseball, standing on the left hitter [Outro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage] Macho Man is right now So sweet as honey Macho Man is on a roll and he can't be stopped, no Elizabeth understands what I'm talking about, yeah Uh huh!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Marcus Aurelius[Intro] It's me (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who the fuck else? (Uh) Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Sworn enemies like rattlesnake and mongoose (Uh) I'm laid up while mami makin' mangu (Uh) I just put like twenty turbos on the Honda, shit from '92 (Ah) Surround my body with the Paulo Santo (Yeah) Yeah, bitch it's Bronny and the Bronco Once again, ridin' in the sunset (Ooh) Blood inside my eyes (Uh), I can't let it touch my son's head (No) The shit drippin' on the BoJack's with no napkins (Uh) Just made this one take, no actin' Already travelled back and forth to different galaxies, no cappin' (God damn) You starin' at the Captain (Uh), a young Eric Clapton (Uh) The all white B7 Alpina see me lamped in (Uh) Money green sweatsuit made by champion a champion (Champion) Fuck the blunts, double parked outside the Pantheon Feelin' like I'm Maximus (Uh) This type of shit'll make the feedback flip Make the plane fly backwards (Ooh), make the college coach buy my pops a tractor then I practice (Blue Chips) We set him up through the computer, he a catfish (Haha) He thought it was Maria (Uh-uh) But it was a motherfucker that looked like Judge Mathis (Ah-ah) Pull the machete out the mattress (Oh, oh) Caught him slippin', he an actress [Chorus] If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh) Hunnid K just to shiver (Yeah) Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh, man) If I had a watch (Nah) If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh) Half a milli' just to shiver Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Fuck, fuck, uh, fuck) If I had a watch (If I had a watch, fuck that, uh) [Verse 2] While mami make the mofongo, I play the bongo And race four wheelers through the jungle (Man, oh, man) It's like I'm everybody's favorite uncle (Man, for real) They always ask for money (Uh, for real) They know we stay in trouble (Uh) But still they love me off the humble (Ah) Shit, same here, bitch I love you (Ah) I make the Jag dance seductive (Ah, ooh) Things in my life I can't discuss, why? (Ooh) 'Cause people can't be trusted (Uh, woo) I circle blocks like an estrange husband with the OJ gloves in (Ah, woo) You better lay low cousin (Yeah, woo) Man where the clams at? Nobody ordered ham here (Uh, nobody) Grabbed his arm (Uh), pulled his hand, he'll stand clear (Ah) Start the saw, just like you breakin' down a deer, you hear? (Ah, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom) Man I swear (Ah), you fuckin' with the wrong one (True) And it's gonna catch up to you in the long run (Guess you run) Shit's bizarre (It is), I play the MAC 11 like guitar (Uh, uh) Yeah I'm so Queens Boulevard (Uh) Jump out the plane, only a hoodie on (Uh) They don't what he's on (Nah) I think I see me you involved but shit I could be wrong I could be wrong, could be wrong [Chorus] If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh, yeah) Hunnid K just to shiver (Uh) Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh) If I had a watch (Yeah, nah, uh) If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river Hunnid K just to shiver Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh) If I had a watch (Nah) If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river Hunnid K just to shiver Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh) If I had a watch (Nah) Yeah if I had a watchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Vega[Instrumental Intro] [Verse] Crash my shit, send myself straight through the window (Uh) The lead actor in my life story, Delroy Lindo (Uh) My hash got me spinnin' like a hula hoop Couple noodles lose from the chicken noodle soup, uh Hangin' out the Porsche with a cape on (Uh) I'm the type of stallion you wanna put your cake on What you doin'? Man, I'm laying by the lake drinkin' napalm Ready to turn the motherfuckin' to Steak-umm Carvin' a thousand roses in the Draco (ah hah) Stupid (ah hah) Go get me a motherfuckin' bagel, mane Stupid (ah hah) (get me my motherfucking bagel, man) As I jump from the Alfa Romeo like I was skydivin' (Yeah) Talkin' 'bout how I'm out my mind, that's from thе sidelines though (Ho) I'm out your range, ho (Ho) Elmеr Fudd shotgun shells, fly out the gauge, ho Disintegrate your facial (Ho) Motherfuckers owe me some Rolexes (I need 'em) Motherfuckers owe me some planes (Let me get that) For letting these suckers live in my lane (Uh uh) Someone owes me a dinner table (Uh huh) Just make sure it fits twenty hash pipes, [?] (Uh huh) You know the vibes, family (Yeah) I do a tumble out the Hummer and throw a knife right through your eye cavity I'm recognized as a stand-up guy by five families (Rambo) That means I'll take it to the gravel My alibi for the police is I was naked in Seattle (I was) Million-dollar calls while I'm shittin' I close the deal, that's what I call pimpin' (Pimp) Shoes on my feet, that's called Pippen Pardon me, haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Brutal[Intro: Action Bronson] Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah [Verse 1: Action Bronson] I'm glad I never used cocaine, 'cause I would be an addict Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern A payday pattern, the fake ID said “JJ Adams” My other one was stolen by a madame She whispered to the hooker like, “We have him” She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like Gotta make it home because my wifey said it's cookie night Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie I think I might boogie [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Head crack, bread stack, I'm a G Iced out like Pat Ewing's knee All white, alright, I'm the hood pope Break night, take flight, got the good dope Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter True fact, I'm a livewire Got denied at the red light district Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick My life is the fountain of youth Let a rapper talk slick, he'll get found in the booth Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth Then it's back to the strip, gotta get more loot Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars [Non-Lyrical Vocals]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Live From Kissena Blvd(Hook) Ayo I represents Queens Yea, you already know, come on You know what time it is Ayo I represents Queens Please, let em know Ayo I represents Queens Bam bam yea yea uh Statik Yo I represents Queens, I prop scenes up Yea (Verse 1 - Action Bronson) Yea the cops set me up, tried to play Action Good thing I’m like Peyton with the play action Gold wagon need a diaper cause I’m shitting on em No lying, engine like a retarded lion Very special, twist pussy like pretzel The driver named Fletcher Sit in the back of the Cadillac stretcher Maroon dash, air bloom when the platoon blast Blue grass in the Jag playing jazz Beige rider glove on my hand Damn call me Bam Bam Baklava Sell ten out the minivan like a soccer mom Back flip out the eight Doctor Octagon, Aqua Huaraches on Put the fork in the pasta with the Shiitakes on it Ain’t a dime, get a move without Papi on it Green paper, motherfuckers left sloppy for it Come on, come on (Hook) (Verse 2 - Action Bronson) Throw the left hook, knock a horse out World came from across town, I put the fork down Through the knapkin and the dessert disgusted Lick the mustard, kiss my cousin Motherfuck you know I do my thing, it’s nothing Suede patches on the elbow of the jacket Fodd saver bags for the green crack Toast to Sesame seeds on the sea bass Candy skywalker Adidas Sitting courtside heat jazz Please, my bitch squeeze at 45 degrees While I shift the V with Mystique Kiss on your cheek, go to sleep I roll the leaf up uh, cut through the block with Queen Latifa A hundred grand wrapped in a flag of Trinidad I been a dad, smoke dope, got the same taste as a lemon head I wanna meet the bitch that invented head Korean meats laid on a lettuce bed, roll up (Hook)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Splash[Hook] "Splash" by Baklava Man, woman, whatever "Splash" "Splash" by Baklava "Splash" by Baklava Man, woman, whatever "Splash" [Part 1] Butt naked divin' off boats (Ah) Butt naked rippin' up the slopes (Ah) 'Til I got the toast (Yeah) I'll ride horse like Navajo (Uh) The saddle got big guns of Navarone (Woo) One whistle bring the cattle home I'm like a ninja turtle, battletoad (Woo) T-tops on the black Camaros (Woo) Spinnin' shit like a hammer throw (Uh) Smash pussy like cantaloupe (Uh) I'll eat your cookies, fuck the Santa note, uh (Yeah, man) It smells so good like mama cookin' (Uh, uh, uh) Rest in peace to the Mamba Might dunk on a motherfucker's head in your honor (Uh) Scout's honor (Uh) Make the whole park hoot and holla, uh [Outro] "Splash", a new fragrance by Baklava "Splash" by BaklavaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Cliff Hanger[Intro] Yeah Young Swinger Baklava Young Gary Sheffield Queens shit Flushin' to be exact, uh Young Captain Young everything It's me bitch [Verse] Stuck in the maze, switch my face up like Nicolas Cage's Switch up the plates before them cowards catch a gaze I'm in the shower with my Latin maid That ass is hot, you could crack an egg and cook it She told me, shake my dick, I shook it She wasn't even lookin' She was locked in watchin' Vampire in Brooklyn Eddie Murphy with the long hair Well, I prefer Trading Places Shit, I might have landed a role in the new Matrix Cop the blue spaceship Just stay the fuck from 'round my essence if you got two faces I'm fired up, like an old-school basehead, from Mill Basin 86' shit, I can still taste it I lost my house on the Raiders, and those fuckin' Lakers They tackled Bo at the 30 and did me dirty Elbow injury for Magic, ankle injury for Worthy I'm in that black 8-50 twirlin' With the all brown shearlin' on Earl the Pearl jersey, my mind got murder on it Dudes be emotional bitches I float in the six and if I want, I could put like twenty ki's of coke on my wrist You know the kid, one hand hang off the cliff Like I'm Sly Stallone I'd rather die alone than live around you motherfuckin' cowards [Outro] It's true, it's true, it's true It's true, it's true, it's true It's true, it's true, it's true It's true, it's true, it's true Only for DolphinsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Bronson Mania[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Ayyo hit or miss shorty wake up shorty shit the fish Razor sniff, leave the pocket when you see the Blitz You never know the type of pickle you in Till you wake up in a cell and nuts will tickle your chin It's Vinny Gorgeous with the sinister grin And if it wasn't for the drugs I'd probably be in the gym If I'm not up in the studio, I'm up in your wife If you had a bigger package she'd be up in your life In 93' I had to cop me the Flights, started plottin the heist So I cop me a knife, these sneakers cost a hundred forty duke I'm stoppin' your life, better yet I'll cut your cock off with the choppin device You never know it could be you up on the table Emergency rush in will pull your bladder through your navel Special pants cover that feces bag, another man rockin that chain And the piece he had, We kill the cow carve it for the proper preparations Braise the leg sir the loin make the brisket Cajun Rib eye prime prefer you leave the bone in, the tomahawk chop is only meant for grown men Zonin' sequin shirts with the stone gems I'll never have it, duke—I'd rather let the chrome sin Equip for the rip, you faggot pussies sit where you piss These queens killers hit the strip with the sniff, bitch Roll up the grass crazy willy man will stuff your ass With a gerbil, serve your girl a custard mask Crush the glass, dip my fist and step inside the ring Inside the bing,pussy ran he tried to hide the thing Come through to the courts, a hundred down from any spot Dribble shoot, the penny drop just like a henny shot You look astonished, face twisted like a Twizzler My people laughin cause they know we goin sizzler Purpose to life, prestige pussy plenty paper Steam risin off Jacuzzi women different flavors Whips are major, shits aggressive like a vicious saber You trick the paper, tell your bitch that I'mma hit it later Accurate palm strikes, on like disposition, John Stockton I'm scoring and I'm also dishin Magic long night pipe with no intermission Put on the DL, Tommy John no more pitchin This is Queens watch words, just like Persian Jissepe Dishdo Automatic with the conversion You never know might be the next to meet the surgeon Split like a pig, and left you bleedin like a virgin Inhaler of smoke the fine chronic conoisseur We Bobba Ghanoush the tan colored pile of Raw The humus and bread, olives from another land And fuck a burger, i'd rather eat the mother lamb I'm Royce Gracie the magician of submission, elegance in the kitchen My ambition ain't to glisten, but yo, Fuck all the jewelery shit Provide me with a sturdy whip, a package on the dirty bitch Titty size a 36, 30 dicks what she takin in a single sittin Silk and linin what I'm sportin when the Eagles winnin Yo bet the oval, cause the corners are a little iffy In a minute turn a macho man a little sissy I'm never pissy, all the women wanna kiss the Flushin grizzly, heavy but they never diss me Cause I be in and out of pussy like a stream of piss Gleam the wrist, nah fuck it, rather steam the blissEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mofongo[Verse 1: Action Bronson] '94 Roosevelt copped the green card '99 up in the Macy's we the steam squad Me libere, weed inside a cigere Action Bronson, Bronsoliño, tigere Taco truck wrap hotter than Serranos You know the motto, dawg, siempre gano Mi hermano, got the jugo in the bottle En el camino, burning rubber, hit the throttle Life in the fast lane, licensed to flash change Hyphen the last name, twice when the cash came Currently I'm moving forward from some past pain Spit the shit that have us hopping out of glass range Watch when people get some money how their class change Cop a crib right by the lake for twenty [?] Carve initials in the grass, Edward Scissorhands the bushes Lean on Tempur-Pedic, smoking seven different kushes [Interlude] Pussy, pussy, pussy We have black pussy We have smelly pussy We have yellow pussy [Verse 2: Shaz] We back by old timers And young up-and-comers Plot in the winter then we storming all up in summer Fuck the dime piece, I want a deuce or better I mean the smoke dimes fine when they give a header Gimme a nine or eight, with a cute face Appreciate it, shoot game, and roll blue eights I'm on the J train, BK hop off at Myrtle I'm on one puff away from Dante's Inferno But I don't want to burn, unless it's crystalized Put one high, smoke the pain away, the morning time Only a [?], snapback vintage [?] image on the sweater screen-printed Same tripping, molly got me seeing visions Lifestyle like [?] Never slip into your holy superstitions [?] wise, if I pull it guarantee I'm a fucking killerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Back 2 The Future[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Back to the future Yo all I need is just a snippet of the orchestra And now we rockin' leathers and my team is dippin' Porsches Trained in special forces I remain the same Modeling the rugby with the horses on it, I'm lookin' gorgeous on it A light gallop The suit is seersucker like a scallop Cop the land and over time you see the price pile up My life style the dream of money though it feel nostalgic It's sunny skies and good karma that keep the cheese surrounding (You'd be astounded motha'fucka) I'm known to kick it like I'm Ronaldinho My rhymes are spicy as a jalapeño, '87 fine Yovino Cash the drift, one leaf wrap up the reefer Now the vision seem clear, just like the cover on the beeper Zero-10, 7:15, month of July Shorty blowing on my dick my eyes closed, smoke in the sky Exhale, right through my nose North bound, headed for gods First check, a quarter mil Half that, split with the squad, kid [Interlude: Action Bronson] Damn it's like, I don't even know which way to go no more man Just reflecting on my life now I gotta get with it Yo [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Deep reflection, smoking drug as the wind blow Ash the $50 marijuana out the window My golden aura shine, rising past the borderline I crush the grape like a Greek to make a gorgeous wine Open the Dutch and let tobacco fly through the wind, the saga begin .38 parts, vivid like photography lens Soon to see me dip mahogany Benz I'm into quality, monogamy with all of my gems That means I'm, true to it The beat I give the flu to it Or maybe AIDS if I had it, 'cause I'm a fuckin' addict I'm on the terrace drinkin' wine and eatin' fuckin' rabbit To cleanse the palate, lemon segments tossed up in the salad Spark the pepper, my mind is like a Harvard lecture Bronsolini going Persian on the carpet texture Ancient Roman on the architecture Straight outta' mothafuckin' Queens, my team, we got the heart to wet ya' A Dutch Master like Robben and Sneijder, strike like a viper The bottom of shoe tap like a typewriter Pipe slider, I'm a fuckin' ninja warrior We do the drug and eat ćevapi in Astoria I ride zebras all through the jungle, take rock and never fumble Shoot gun, right from the waist, slide piece to make it mumble on the come through Several grams are stuffed inside the grundle Saw the goal line, went airborne and did a tumble Then I landed on my feet the two G's, impressed the sand Wipe sweat, right off my brow, next door, dig up the lamb That's been roasting over seven hours Bronsolini smoke the deadly sour A fuckin' winner like I'm Kenny PowersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Ring Ring[Intro: Action Bronson] Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Uh Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha It's the captain, skipper [Verse 1: Action Bronson] To all the women that I hurt in the past, I didn't mean it (Sorry) Now that we clear, come here, put your mouth right here (Uh huh) I'm rare like a white deer with spiked hair (Uh) New Nike Airs, smoke big cigars in a nice chair (Uh) Oh why, oh why do I feel like I'm starving in Lionheart? And sniffled every drug that's on the science chart (Damn) I got a Mayan heart and I'm running Like I'm Deion once the sirens start Ring ring by the park, my pants keep falling I hop the fence easy (Uh) They stopped chasing, damn, my ID dirty Habañero, eat thirty, swerve off (Skrt) Genesis, I Can't Dance blasting Heavy metal hand clapping, captain, uh [Refrain: Big Body Bes] Machine gun money [Break: Action Bronson] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's me [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I'ma stay fly until I'm up on that big spaceship in the sky (Sky) The money coming with me when I die (Yes) My drugs are coming with me when I die (Uh) Nobody better cry (No), nobody better cry, man (No) If you need me, I'm at the bottom of Lake Titicaca Watching Euro Cup soccer, Portugal won, it was a shocker (Uh) This rhythm open up my chakra (Uh) And it keep telling me to cop the Porsche in aqua (Ooh) It also said your boy is destined for an Oscar (Ooh) And for my birthday, mommy blessed me with a chopper (Oh) On my worst day, you couldn't clean my boxers Or diagnose this mind with eighty doctors (Uh) Life's a box of chocolates, it's me, man [Refrain: Big Body Bes] Machine gun moneyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hard Target[Intro] Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Huh-huh, huh Uh [Verse 1] Ayo, the weed don't even hit me like it used to (Nah) When I was youthful (Damn, why?) Man, I don't even know how to pray, dog (Fuck) This big, long shit get sprayed off, uh Ruined my life bettin' my money on them gray dogs (Fuck it) If I die today I'm still gon' live forever (Forever) I might just pop up when it's long leather jacket weather (Undertaker) When the caddy drive a little slower (Woo) When that haze hit my lung (Swoo) And my eyes get a little lower (Swoo) They had the camcorders goin' at the cookout (Uh) If police approach (Uh-uh), you can hear the whistles from the lookouts (Yeah) Shit man, I just put two fuckin' books out (Two of 'em, two of 'em) Bestsellin' author, motherfucker, I'm good now (I'm good now), shit [Chorus] Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James (James) This ain't no kids game (This ain't no kids game, uh) Hear me? Uh (Hear me?), yeah [Verse 2] I broke his jaw on West fourth (Yeah), everybody screamed, "Worldstar" (Worldstar) Jumped through the window of my girl's car, then swerved off (Skrr) 'Bout to cop this fourth floor loft, just off my thoughts (Uh) I'm butt naked playin' ball, bitch, hold that (Swish, swish) No watch, no chain, just a down to earth gorgeous motherfucker with some fame (Uh, uh) Star traveler, a midnight babbler (Uh) I narrowly escaped to Babylon (Babylon) In a baby blue Porsche wagon Panama, shit Panama (Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon) I ordered fire roasted turbo from Britney (Uh) With the mint leaves (True), plated simply for my family (True) Brought all my people with me (All of them) Display my art up in the Whitney (Please) This chick with me look like Whitney (Just like her) And, yeah, she only sniff with fifties (Uh) Shit gettin' risky (Risky, risky, risky) [Chorus] Meyhem in your Mom kitchen like Ving Rhames Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James This ain't no kids game (No), this ain't no kids game This ain't no kids game (Ah), hear me? This ain't no kids game (Ah) This ain't no kids game (Ah), this ain't no kids game (Ah), uh (Yeah) [Verse 3] Thousand horses in the Shelby (Vroom, vroom) Havin' lunch in the Catacombs Doggy, doggy, smell me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Basic bitch, she got the bag with all them LV's I like my bags filled up with money straight from Tel Aviv (Bling) Or diamonds (Bling) And there's nothin' on consignment (Bling, bling, bling) I said it's all about the product and not the salesman (Swing, swing) New York to Paris, three hours because of tailwind I'm so wave it's like I sailed in (Sailed) I tell that tale about the great white whale that's on the trail for his paper (ayayayayay) Buy a brand new outfit for a motherfuckin' hater I'm high as fuck at the seder I play ball, pop, I never was a skater (Skater) I'm more like big Van Vader (Uh) doin' a layup (Ah), feel me? Uh (Let's get out of here) [Chorus] Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames Rockin' big chains This ain't no kids game, this ain't no kids game This ain't no kids game, this ain't no kids game This ain't no kids game Only for DolphinsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shredder[Intro] Yeah, yeah It's me, it's me (It's me) It's me (It's me) [Verse] Here I am sunk in the Jeep Windows up, you can't see the boy 'Cause these cowards think it's huntin' season (Uh) I just pressed a button (Uh) And the stuff from the trunk come to the front (Ah) Before I throw this pack of dynamite I light the blunt up (Uh) Trippin' balls, as I drive the Grand Cherokee Laredo through the mall (Shit) Like it's Mario Kart (Ooh) Pop the hood, all chrome with the four turbos (Ooh) This shit kickin' harder than them four turtles (Woo) I'm runnin' backwards was tryna save time (Uh) Stage crime (Uh) So we can do crimes at the same time (Uh) Been tap dancin' on the rock for so long I made wine (Uh) Just tryna stay low from Shaitan So I put my shades on (Oh, man), head to toe suede on (Uh) Yeah, I'm lookin' like Blade 2 (Uh), cook up a strange soup (Uh) Hand to hand money get exchanged, it's all the same No motherfuckin' change, it's the game bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Amuse Bouche[Verse 1: Action Bronson] I been fly since the Big Bossman feud with the Mountie Bobby Bacalhau, crocodile, know the proper style Curtis Martin run the rock in for the Jets yo I would watch my older cousins makin' profits on the steps, made my mind up Never see me hustlin' for Honda's, Eyes are on the Zonda, eyes low from puffin ganja My fuckin life is like a ghetto drama, sip the green tea Polish off the metal cause we men of honor You see the P, left side of the Cardigan sweaty Well now you know that I'm a rocker like Marty Jannetty The low shit, kill the pussy with the whole dick Slicker than the oil on the marble with the flow shit Hard bottoms cat's be clickin' like the horses do We just dined, but I'm down to take your portion too Smoke a few sticks, poke a few tricks Shave the points off the game call it Blue chips This ain't Shaq an penny action squeeze the Mac elevy Tsunami lyric from the inner corner crack the levy Snake the hash cause my skills tight pair the salmon with the dill right Grab your hammer and hold your shield tight [Verse 2: Action Bronson] My life is inches from death I blow the piff on the step Spit the phlegm, hold my dick when I rap, plus the suede feet Play the street, hear the music of the city lights flashin With high fashion and some nice titties Drug dealers sell the drugs are for realin Angry mothers cuff there children when they walk in the buildin' We stand tall, like the great wall i'll never fall Disobey the law, summer spring and fall don't forget the winter Before Splinter and the turtles, rock the lightweight Lo' jacket with the man, hopin the hurdle vicious with verbal Stuffed inside your bitch is a gerbil, seven platters on the table Dutch's filled up with herbal, grow accustom to the fast life Raise the glass, tap the glass twice now they flick the picture Cause we passed nice Peace to Queens though heavy on the C-note Ricky Steamboat one love BronsolinioEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Body LanguageAction Bronson Yeah [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Hey yo It's the aggressor with the nickle plated pressure Hit you hard like London Fletcher, leave you sleeping on the stretcher Action Osama ain't the one to play games with Ain't shit changed dick, I'm still the same with the same click, prick Cross your legs when you sit down in the chair My nuts are there, rape your mother live in despair We'll take the candy out your daughters mouth Order up a porterhouse, smoke a quarter ounce Cores at the Norvin House, corner standing below three Frozen cheeks, frozen feet Niggas holding heat cause its a cold street Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face, roll another blunt to chase Roasted perfection perfectly done to taste Old and new it's Nike zooted like a lunar flight Been blowing Buddha right, I never eat the tuna, sike Both fists are gloved up, you dumb fuck Get left in dump trucks, when I commence the duck hunt Two o'clock you hear the cannon pop, right outside the Spanish spot Converted the drug den we call the cannon spot Grab the money out the safe, shoot him in the waist Just a little taste, before I finish off his face Sports drop lightly breaded like a pork chop Drug and gems, money stashed it in the floor spot Barry Bronson shooting juice before the Mitchell Report Never snitching in court, we blitzing the fort All my niggas pitching for sport Putting up Clemen numbers, four bitches shit in the bag And now there's seven Hummers [Verse 2: Science] Hey yo a fantasy crazy the form it is Of a supreme being that has strange ways of gathering cream Grade-A stopped of cop blocked hard rocks and Get knocked by undercover narcs in the park after dark Oil dripping, tire spinning free will showing that crime sells Doing big deals with krills, eating high-priced meals We still dipping police, flipping hashish Causing moms great grief, when you hit them streets Cause we have precise understanding of dismantling Words you planning, you start to scrambling Put your life to gambling, the black heart nigga Who start shit no babe? departed I know more than one word besides arson I got intensity with my history Blaze, haze more than the sun rays Glow more the MICer with the Jerry-curl glaze My passion is right there with fashion I feel a fever That's why I'm reaching like a baby that was teething Saying it's time for me to start the eating Science is teaching You preaching prophecies of an untold road That finally unfold that behold the truth of the real foes ID's were known My pat is on they toes Shot fired, police scatter like crows Full-body blow React like a high women terrain like it's Halo Blunts burn slow, I put pieces together like it's Lego Before you say go, six niggas hit the floor like "Yeyo!" Dry up and crumble like it's Play-Doh Because I say so Rest in peace 357 My baby, I love herEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Jerk Chicken[Verse 1: Action Bronson] From the Colosseum Block to the Island, "What the blood clot?" Stay designing, always wiling, and we puff pot Queens to Brooklyn, no lies, give 'em 'nought shot Chicken been getting jerked before your little nuts dropped You know the mantra, Tyson in [El Fonta?] The i-tal jockey keep me fucking like a monsta' Her landing strip is red like hair that's on Tatanka I'm steady diving in chocolate like Willy Wonka I take a knee and shoot a duck in the air Five minutes, I'm making stuffing filled with truffles and pears I'm lapping "Go," while you only move a couple of squares But still take out some time to do some drugs in the stairs "Freeze! Lay on your stomach," what the popo said My team selling the patties, getting cocoa bread Babylon, them have to catch me, burn up on the irie! Never die, I'ma give it to you my way! Yo, peace to the chicken spot, peace to patty spot Peace to the types of spot that Veggie Castle dready spot The dollar van, the Wallabe and Reggie spot And if a coward wanna rump I give him seven shots [Hook] Y'all wan' test we? I'm in the corner puffing Marley Got the knife inside the boot, hoping they don't shoot Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow Y'all wan' test we? I'm in the corner puffing Marley Got the knife inside the boot, hoping they don't shoot Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow [Verse 2: Maffew Ragazino] Ay, ya no wan' rump with the senior Who lean like he mixed Jamaican rum and tequila Trail a load of hoes from Kingston and Montego Keep dick hard like Rottweiler Mandingo Bob Marley ganja, stuffed up in the fanta Pass the dutchie towards San Fransisco Where your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaani Hoes know the Movado! Lick a shot for Windswee I am living dangerously, Barrington Levy Make the girl wine like Beenie "Sim Simma" Keys to my new bitch bimma, her name Serena Rastafarian reefer got me feeling so irie, tranquil and leisure Berry salmon and jerk chicken Oxtail, gravy on white rice and fried plantainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I RememberDamn Mad late My fucking hernias popping out of my stomach and shit [Verse] Yo She bent over in a mirror taking pictures Crew a bunch of dykes and some Puerto Rican strippers From Ridgewood she did her thing just like a bitch should But in the morning started burning, I can't piss good I cleared that up though Diver’s scallops, sear ‘em Seven grams of fuzzy in the palm’ll be the serum The Rocketeer, out in Switzerland we poppin’ there Mulatto babies cause you know your boy's a chocolatier Haze galore, going Asian on the carpet Artichokes and lamb From the land not from the market Blunts rolled consecutively Who every really thought this motha fucka destined to be? This type of style on the mic Get razzled, dazzled Stretch you like pilate Penetrate your flower then I split Karate The shotty Hollywood, I gave the bitch a nosejob And fuck a new Benz I'd rather cop the old Saab Velour down short set paired with the cream joints Wine, I always swirl it and smell it Make an esteemed choice My cheese sauce always known to keep a fiend moist I swear my words’ll have me hopping out the green Royce Rolls and blunted, crispy chicken, aged cheddar Lonnie got a block of cheese, no it ain't feta The semi-soft flow master with the hemi-talk I'm higher than the motha fuckas at the heliport Bronsolini Bronsolafski BronsolinioEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dear Heather[Verse One: Action Bronson] (This that beautiful shit) She got the bathwater running, honey smelling like some almond milk Lavender and cocoa nib, hop on a pogo stick Don’t mind her, she’s only here for taking photos, shit Unless you wanted to jump in all on the low, low I love your pussy lips, the fatness and the shape of ‘em And plus they got a little shake to them, many times forsaken ‘em Improper use had led you to the doctor many times In the past year, keep the flask near Drink away the sorrows, reaching for tomorrow Dip out of the country with this time that I have borrowed Never to return again but you could write me with the feather To my number one fan, I love you Heather [Hook: Macie Stewart] You’ve got me feeling so fine And I can hardly find the time, yeah Tomorrow’s so far down the line So sit yourself down and unwind [Verse Two: Rockie Fresh] This year, I took a hundred flights Which mean my girl cried a hundred nights Hundred groupie hoes I gave the pipe But I still found time to get my paper right Big money on it, tell ‘em go and count the pile Man I swear to God this life is wild You be creative and they take your style Lot of bitches out here lame, they just in denial We keep it cool but she hot as hell, we make it melt She got me living with a feeling that I never felt And every day we smoke the dopest dope that has been dealt I had to leave because I’m getting booked just like a show She told me I’m a learn that some people ain’t worth the help And you show them the ropes, they go and hang they self And I gotta listen to anything that Heather say I gotta stay shining, don’t wanna see Heather gray Aye [Hook: Macie Stewart] You’ve got me feeling so fine And I can hardly find the time, yeah Tomorrow’s so far down the line So sit yourself down and unwindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy East Bound and Down[Verse: Action Bronson] Hit the clutch, shift to the gear Mash on the gas. You're soon to see me Right by the lake just like a bass (kid) Burn these sticks like a native, gold potatoes, cold tornados Hash is like a ball of Play-Do But never play, though, tryin' to get that play dough To have the whole team creamy like alfredo The mozzarella, basil, oil, and tomato The thirty year balsamic laid up on that table Next to me, a cigarette of drugs lay There in my lungs that's while i'm driving, never drunk, wait In the taxi shorty blessing me with tongue play Ditch the cab, gonna twist it up the one-way She lost a shoe, I bounced - dipped on her Just a victim of the cold world to get warmer Then I dipped with my spic friend in a quick Honda Pick up a package from Juan down at the ship harbor Sell it off in the crib, making the shit marble Mar-vel taking chugs out of the big bottle Dick sucks disappears thanks to a thick model Her ass is fat but the coconut is a bit hollow No point in asking if the motherfucking bitch swallow Absolut(e), like the shit that's in the clear bottle Straight from Sweden, see me counting money cheesin' Ducks get shot out the sky, that's when it's huntin' season Phone rings fiendin' for stuff, Danny Tanner I handle business like a man, you're just a tranny dancer I'm going down, kid East motherfucking bound and down, bronsolino Bon appetite, bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dealer Plates[Hook] At times I get too drunk to fuck, too high to deal with shit I might just spend a hundred at the dealership Even my haters gotta feel this shit Enjoy the show, bitch you could suck my dick You, you could suck my dick [Verse] As smoke lingers, the Earth spins like the ball on Earl "The Pearl" Monroe fingers I've been a boat swinger, in my "Stone Cold" Steve Austin shirt with the clicker You know we're still here, don't get mad at me I've just been hooked on Grey's Anatomy A good thing about that, is I could probably be a surgeon 'cause I could cut flesh with no burden Drop a tab of acid Let's just be for certain The reaper lurkin' In 1997 dog, my beeper was chirpin' The 850's started speaking German To find the true meaning you must be determined I just want to be on T.V. forever like Chris Berman Have diamonds blind my eyes while my wrist turnin' Have my lady suck my dick while the spliff burnin' It's picture perfect, man [Pre-Hook] Feel me, right? I know you feel me, right? I know you feel me right, uh [Hook] At times I get too drunk to fuck, too high to deal with shit I might just spend a hundred at the dealership Even my haters gotta feel this shit Enjoy the show, bitch you could suck my dick You and you, you could suck my dick And you, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Action Bronson Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #065[Intro: Action Bronson & Funk Flex] Just put my motherfucking album out man Just put- yo, Flex man you- (let's get up?) Just put my motherfucking album out man (yeah, let's get up?) Just put my motherfucking album out [Verse: Action Bronson & Funk Flex] Neck tattoos of praying hands couldn't help me But I still smile for they selfie Ah Nah we could do it again, we could do it again Nah we don't do anything again man You wanna go from there? I just wanna let them know something I just wanna let you know (uh huh) I'm back (be clear) Queens is in the motherfucking building man What up Mr. Baklava, we haven't seen you in a while It's great to see that smile Your hair looks wonderful, let me push this chair up under you The weather's beautiful, you must have brought the sun with you You're getting slimmer and you're tanner huh? And you're speaking perfect Spanish, must have spent some time in Panama I gotta tell you that you're absolutely glowing All that fishing and relaxing that you're doing, it's showing Uh, I might take up rowing, lay low until it's snowing Then pop up looking Samoan Mad suede covers my toes and, my fancy words keep me frozen Uh, it's so easy being me, 'cause I'm that same OG All I wanna do is blow my weed and stroke my queen And buy a fleet of blue boats for the team Fuck man, yo, my BMW scrape the floor You understand? (I'm clear) My BMW The side of my crib looking like Wrigley field, covered wit' ivy I could have been one of the Isley's Nothing surprises me I'm obviously high in the driver's seat It's like I'm rhyming on a silent beat The groove move like voodoo put a needle in the doll Yo is that Don Cheadle in the car? It looks just like him About to watch the documentary that Spike did on Tyson Shouts to Tracey Morgan you inspire me, man I fucking love you Blue Chips 7000, "Fuck, That's Delicious" book We out here, you understand me? Queens in this motherfucker, (clear) Always (be clear) Always man Yo, listen, one more time Yo, in front of 50,000 screaming, higher than I ever been Eyes closed, mommy I'm a rock star No one knows that I just woke up Got doped up, I just grab the mic and go nuts Eat donuts because I'm robust I like to sit on women's shoulders Red karate outfits like I'm Sho'nuffEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dance SongVerse 1 I'm in the party rock the short set Spanish mommi in the corset Go right to the bathroom to get the whore wet Never raw sex, yes I wear the plastic honey I'm magic Bronsonelli spending all the magic money Keep on grinding my dick We'll be on Facebook in 20 seconds holding knives in the flick Shorty dancing with her tittes out Staring at me with that pretty mouth Yo I'm bound to dig the kitty out Just take me back to the youth The tommy hil guess g rock the gortex on the boot Smelling like shoup, you see me flex in the coup Guess I came a long way from smoking bless on the stoop But still, never frontin little hookers with there hands out Shorty pull your pants out, pour the water on it Shake it off like a dog The sour diesel fog all the fly ladies singing a song It's bronson!!! (Hook) Verse 2 We got the liquor flowing heavy, piff holding steady Shorty in the room sniffing the confetti Well now she talking my ear off Whisper in the ear mommi take you brassiere off and show a tit I'm on the couch going in on a dance move My team a bunch of criminal vandals No sandals, high stakes, bitches hopping out the cake Bending over, show me how the booty shake She did a split, stop and pop it like cherokee Moving one cheek at a time right to the melody I wanna bite her on the back Crumple dollar bills and throw em right up her crack I'm going in, you peep the trim, snappy dappy dugout Her pussy dripping yo I had to throw my rug out Sunrise and the dicksucks and liquor pouring Not a single motherfucker in my clique is snoringEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Long Time[Intro] (Another) Shit got me creeping ‘round the block, yeah [Hook] From the bar to the penthouse, shit done changed I’m a pro, I ain’t playing in no pick up games You want your paper and I want mine on time It’s funny, I’ve only been doing this shit since ‘09 That’s not a long time (another, another) That’s not a long time That’s not a long time [Verse 1: Action Bronson] It starts off being for the love then it changes Shaking hands with strangers, hopping in and out of Rangers Arrangements with spa treatments in the Caymans Soufflé served fresh out the oven, look amazing Addiction to the finer things in life No more Sizzler, no more Golden Corral Even though Body loves that shit, it’s beneath us Gum under my sneakers I just came off tour, bought my mom a new knee It’s a new day, motherfucker meet the new me I’m so ahead of the game I’m playing 3K in a Kufi You still acting like a groupie [Hook] [Verse 2] Roll out of bed to cold marble floors in the summer I need my bank account like a German phone number Call Klaus, I want the Porsche loaded Shit look like it’s doing aerobics, all white like Maury Povich I wasn’t given this, I chose this I’m eating well so I’m looking bloated I’m on the plane, but I could have floated, uh You know I’m golden, just like the hair on Hulk Hogan The pure oil makes me cough like when the doctor checks my nuts for cancer Hop in a Lancer like a dancer, I’m the answer The many different questions Russian scientists don’t even know I guess that you ain’t need to know [Hook] [Outro] Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke Drink what I wanna drink Buttnaked in the Cherokee You know I’m high ‘til they bury me I’m staying high ‘til they bury me Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke Drink what I wanna drink Buttnaked in the Cherokee I’m staying high ‘til they bury me Too high to die ‘til they bury me (It's not a long time) (Another, another) (It's not a long time) (It's not a long time) (It's not a long time) (Another, another) [Produced by: Statik Selektah]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tim Westwood Freestyle[Intro] Uh, Queens man Here we are 2013 and beyond Fuck all the talking [Verse 1] Yo, I rock the AIDS walk hat, Smoke a baseball bat Get paid off rap, I copped an 8 all black Hop out Laredo's, Equipped with the potato strap Get turned to home fries, That's by any means to see the dough rise Ill! This bitch's pussy smell like low tide No pride, Fuck it I'll just hold my breath Suplex a fiend at the Sizzler Damn shorty got a shitter Me and my father hit it back to back like Griffey Big black girl bad fake missy You could catch me in a line for my SS I need some red sweats and a box of reds I make the consommé from the lobster head Now a days I'm getting lots of head Uh, 635's drop with the aqua treads 10 stacks for a dap, 20 just to look me in the eye Body'll shoot you in the thigh Flip outta the whip, dip, I'm out Change it up man [Verse 2] We outta here with this one Uh, Aw man This is that, that beautiful shit right here I choose you, you fucking ho Yo tilt the goblet, Staring in the middle of the cockpit Spanish bitch displayed up in some ostrich Quinceañera freak dancing Grant Hill's laced up with the x Helly Hansen Foggy night hustle til' the sun up Stumbling anonymous Fuck around find your leg by the Gowanus Bridge Over do it send your penis to your mama' crib That's what happens when you open your vagina lips Only focus on the merges and acquisitions Commas on accounts, robbin' 'em like Yount Boy you don't want no probelums, I got the opera lungs Andrea Bocelli, Hit the telly, Lift my belly Called off the ? Baby there's no mistakin' my life is etched in granite, Sophisticated palate Sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and umami I'm eating oysters off of diamonds in Hawaii with 3 dykes that play ball for the Liberty Finished the sequel now I'm lighting up the trilogy Like E-Honda when he's smashing up the Lexus Luger arms, baby it's all about accoutrements Queens shit, That's how we fucking do in London, Tim Westwood Bam Bam Bronsolinio we out here! Uh!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Night CourtBehind door one: There's three things: greed, fortune, and fame Door two: You might be happy but nobody know your name Door three: The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence Door four: You on the bench and got the drugs inside your favorite Tims Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat - Down on the pavement Diamond laser engraved it Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh Rhymin the best Yo,,Bronsolini fans see hymen and breast Talking sushi grade My flow is linen and the shoes are suede The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid That's for the first course The core burst off and hail We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell Tonight we living life until we say goodnight Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight My time always the right time I'm surfing getting wavy Like Hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind Zagat rated thirty foot decor The food and service Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis Never nervous cause I'm ready Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy Artichokes cover spaghetti Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer Ready to tango Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh Mango, that's for the lassi I love when bitches sassy Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi Then I give her a german brunch And now she turning stunts Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes Rhyme butter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak Aged to perfection, that's how I like the vino We rolling ceelo Throw like Marino Cruise in the Regal In overdrive like my libido I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the pussy fetal It's Bronsolino Just light the dutch up Leather loaf and mash the clutch up We getting fucked up I make the motherfucker beam a [?] up Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres In my defense, it's like the '85 Bears There's no jail tales Poetry in motion like I'm Gale Sayers Before Maguire took his first needle Yo, we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal - Positioning I know you hear me but not listening We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square Ton of flair like Rick I hold the pick And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick Get off the dick because we busting now And when we come we eating crepes, you know we order up a dozen nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Forbidden Fruit[Verse 1: Action Bronson] As I step in the door, you in your bathrobe Pour you a little more wine, I see your glass low Scared of a real man, from dealing with these assholes Just drink ya wine and then will step up in the bath, slow Soak your body, cause its begging for a loving touch Light the candle, and ima light another Dutch Then we slip into a place that's only you & me Put it deep, like the bottom of the bluest sea You too young to be locked down, truancy Always got ya hair down, rockin your jewelry Killing these other bitches, word, reading their eulogy' Hips insane The pussy? Foolery At the end of the day baby it's you & me At the end of the day honey it's you & me Just you & meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shorty Bop With A Hook[Verse 1] As I roll the weed up, crack a brew and pull the seat up Got doulas do the maneuver, so daddy putting his feet up I'm multi-talented, my worth is more than music Make the truth sticks, Bronsolini I'm on that smooth shit Perfect posture when I'm standing in the valley The artichokes are roasted to perfection like Batali, dude Peace to my people and the groupies let me jam the coochi Tropical island destinations hopping out the coupé My flow is Sexual Chocolate not outta Jackson Heights But out of Flushing where we hitting hard like Quinton Jackson fights Been on the rampage, you motha fuckas half as nice Verbally jig you with the banger then I pass the knife Right to my man because he always in position To split you like it's division, deliver with the precsion Of Eleven weapons posing by as Heaven beckons You on that escalator up in under seven seconds [Hook] Yo why my marijuana always thinking crime shit? Cause lambs delicious with the '87 wine dig The whip feel good, we're shifting with the left hand The leather glove and loafer matching with the vest and I'm on a mission for dollars and I'm a dreamer Doing drugs and fucking bitches with bottles inside the steamer It's hard not to form a habit I'm getting twisted in the yard Eating foreign rabbits, I'm on that next ShitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy XXL Freshman Freestyle: Action BronsonWinter time, the Beamer color Danny Glovers neck Better be careful who you runnin' with I'm at the top of the food chain there's blood inside the water I had to grow up fast because I had to feed my daughter, right Make this right at the light Pop a Uie lite the ooey Now I'm higher than some Ewing's Breezing on the belt Rocking sheep skin sheeps at bay Damn Bronson why you be that way Bitch I'm still that same motherfucker that you know from youth From goof troop Now you sticking drugs inside your poop shoot New Coupe on the duce felxin' heavy Perfect plex her pussy at the Getty I'm alpha feddie Pull the limo on the lawn Jump out I'm just hallucinating, acid and a Knicks hat Burner in her dress pants Knife inside my left hand Now theres just a dead lamb Tryin' to feed my fam Ooh yeah, ten golden grams No bears Fold paper like chairs Pulled off capers by the stairs Capers on the veal piccata Lost paper 'cause Prince Fielder couldn't field a fucking pop up Fucking bastard, it's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Fuck Me Till I Die[Action Bronson] Bronsolini, Hugginatti, Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rim [J-love] J-Love son, the gangster ass dj ass nigga son you know that nigga son [Action Bronson] Pussy tight, ass like a leather shoe, chilling on the stoop with a special brew Mickey D’s she’s never seen a vegetable but she knows how to hum on the testicles (huhhuhh) Foreign helmet, Turkish breakfast, hot pearl necklace on her breastes (ahhh) Got her drooling like a retard lapses (aaoaouu) now the shorty told me i should enter through her neck kid 40s to the ring love kissing asshole top by the feet with the lasso Hit her with a little dick Rhonda with the cash flow She can take 7 brothers no hassle [Meyhem Lauren] Holla back, back of your throat and all that, Yeah Whats good with your mouth, let me borrow ya mouth for a minute [Meyhem Lauren] Nasty girl come let me hit it Jay Steelz next nigga gotta get it Smash that thrust thrust pass its all good about to throw my fist in her ass Punch her in the face, put her in a headlock, give her children out of wedlock Couple bastards running around, make this bitch go down [ Jay Steelz] Imma fuck her to death,fuck her in the ass Imm fuck her to death, I’m gonna take her up the ass one time Were gonna fuck her to death [ Jay Steelz] Marijuana bake it blowing skama naked with a dominatrix All her clothes designer(leather), everything finer Imm wine her and dine her and 69 her Then kiss her rim like Harold Miner Slap her soft then pinch harder Stick my arm in the rim like Vince Carter Pull her hair and suck her titty ain't no fucking with me When the game starting Tip off above the rim like Dwayne Martin Just give me a beat and ill supply the story Tell you how she used to eat like a suppository (She got it in her asshole) like a car with no gas She stay on E, lay on me, she gay for tree All she want to do is pass me dro I love a nasty hoe to lick up my pistachio(thats my nut) I say I’m a chef to arouse a date Im serving 2 things tube steak and trouser snake (that dick) I want a bitch to hold a hammer yo Right next to the work up in the camel toe (she wants that dick) And when I’m fucking famished She punch me in the mouth with a mouse knuckle sandwich No cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese [Karim Fonda] She ain't a nasty girl she a dumb ass kid She shit a brick when she seen me jizz Blew it back like a gust of wind, tapped her jaw shit bust her chin She gave me head and a piece of her mind And she hating on the one Dontiva Divine uh She knows its a waste of time but the memories bitter, taste the lime She jerk me off with the fluid stroke and she use dish soap for the extra glide That was back when my money could press rewind Back when the stable had fresh behind Genitals were at the barbarian prime Tearing up butt i was on my grind Now I’m looking for a brand new groupie A nasty girl with a butt that could bouff me [J-Love] Thats right baby,yeah you little bitch,you make that mouth,TRAMP [J-Love] Wild barbarian open bitch like caesarean hold too much meat never vegetarian Chicks miss the J-love the packing district Beside him went mystic fuck so explicit Orgasm wizard 6 flags roaring rapids Ignoring Hiv just ask Magic Always riding thoroughbred apple dub jockey Dick slapstick Wayne Gretzky hockey You know its big papi i slide in Dominicans Keep ass on reservation Foxwood Indians Glorious sperm discharge in esophagus So preposterous tits so monstrous Phenomenal rub down twat water drown Vagina monologues cum on your night gown Alize négligée sour diesel hennesy Volcano eruptions cum sucking entreesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy I’m Going Down[Mary J. Blige cover] [Intro] I'm not a singer so I'm going to give the best vocal performance I possibly can. Off the couch. Yeah [Verse 1] Time on my hands since you've been away girl I ain't got no plans, no, no, no, no And the sound of the rain against my windowpane Is slowly, slowly drivin' me insane, oh [Chorus] I'm goin' down I'm goin' down Cause you ain't around, baby My whole world's upside down [Verse 2] Sleep don't come easy, oh please believe me Since you've been gone everything's goin' wrong Why'd you have to say, "Goodbye", look what you've done to me I can't stop these tears from fallin' down my eyes [Chorus] I'm goin' down (haha) I'm goin' down You ain't around, motherfucker My whole world's upside down [Bridge] Baby love (Don't you try to hand me the lyrics) Baby love Baby love (Hold them up for me) Goin' down I'm goin' down I'm goin' down I'm goin' down I'm from Queens motherfucker And that's it, take 'em home Take 'em home fellas Young Mac, young Dom, young Fred, young Paul, young [?] I'm goin' down I'm goin' down You ain't around, baby My whole world's upside down Thank you, thank you, thank you very much That was beautiful, what a rendition Phenomenon, phenomenonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Funkmaster Flex FreestyleI got this pretty brown queen, her kid's addicted to chicken nuggets Used to play college ball, but I'm just trying to ball I'm trying to sit on leather 'til my time is called When it is, fuck it, it's been a wild ride Since '95 with the jean sets Beamers that lean left, back on the scene fresh Fuck, I'm on the roof doing squats, ain't no boots in the box Just some dead white man and his Glock The Saab is cock-eyed, doing 360s in front of Popeye's Nobody could control me, Allah tried But then I ate ribs, fuck, I hate myself, that shit is banging though Shoot the pistol, bite the mango, alpha tango Bravo My mother's fist look like it's coughing, it's costly Hide the dope inside the four-seat Hit me on the jet before 3:00, I'm back at 5:00 like basketball team Window shopping, wiling out in Holland lately Name embroidered on the napkins and the pillow cases 5th floor view, stare into the square Ton of flare, fly jackets, rock the Mother Bear Priceless shit, sharpshooter, precise intent Pineapple, fried rice, and fish Carve my niche, movement on the arms are Swiss I charm your bitch, hit the dealer for the jar to twist Jogging lightly in an Alfred Dunner, I'm on my second plate Seedless grapes, Freyja with the Swedish face My style is dope like a fiend with the [?] in his arm Send the cut chops right from the farm Sauce complexion like a mirror, fortified with wine Alfa Romeo Romanos are getting imported by design Shawty speaking Dutch to me, then pass the dutch to me So many sons, I should file for fucking custody QueensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Friendly Fire[Verse 1] Trying to do me, no I'm not concerned with you Shutterbugs attack him walking through the terminal Out the door and then I hop in the convertible Light the Earth, like the sun, stars and moon would do Undefeated like I'm Shula's group Take a payoff like I'm shoe less soon to see me in the coolest suit Crew astute, knowledge like a physicist Secretly a Russian spy twisted by the pyramids Is it my fault they feel me, more than they feel you? And seems nobody does it like I do it, keep it real dude I'm not religious feel like God given ability Just play your part because your words hold no validity I'm on a beach, lay oysters on the half shell Words are like a canvas laced with oil color pastel I'm in the world strong known to make the Southern moves Cause every man is for themselves like Royal Rumble rules (Grunts) They say Bronson got an ego, acting like he Regal Thought he was my people, just let him go with his ego he on the road kid Smoking weed to the neck, mother fuck him Can't hold a mother fuckers hand no more Done kid, it's just me Me and my ego on the trip Fuck you bitch! Suck my dick! BronsolinoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy On The RealWhy you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue Because you treat me like shit I paid for the bed and never even slept in it I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in And now somebody else is eating all the pudding Things change, now my dashboard wooden All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians There were times I used to hide my feelings Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini And motherfuckers can't see me Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy Who would've thought I hit you right back? Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue So many women wanna call me baby And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me And you could order whatever The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next And I understand that's only cause I'm popular I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera As Bocelli sings the celly rings I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue From a razor in a paper cup I hope every soda you drink already shaken up I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope you never get off Fridays And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck And your headphones short, and your charger don't work And you spill shit on your shirt I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade I hope you happy, I hope you happy I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue La la la laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy CevicheHey yo Action Bronson Solace Motha fuckin PF Cuttin You 'bout to hear some shit [Verse 1:Action Bronson] Hey yo Fry the flamingo when we dining, planters on the table Booby shining the rarest diamonds studs around the navel Hop out the whip both feet touch at the same time Greenbacks consolidated with the grey nine Red dawn cook up the fishes with the heads on He fanned the Bronsonelli known for never folding bread wrong Every bill facing the same direction Shit on my feet, split up the middle Desert wiley with the suede complexion Fill the glass, toast the brew, smoke the basil soup Cop and crash a hazel coup, take a nasal too Yes indeed I smoke minoras with my people I'm rolling up the trilogy before I light the fucking sequel Peppers are grilled with the diploma, the smoker The apple-wood chip thirty-eight enhancing the aroma '95 Karl Kani on the vest set Death threats will get your cut ripped and your chest wet [Hook: Action Bronson & Solace] Exquisite lyric from the vocal so we hold it down It's word wizardry the queens niggas hold the crown Fresh out the ground got the hookers with the golden gowns Profound sound, pound for pound we known the go around [Verse 2: Solace] My every move is major, incredible intrepid flow Rep your soul's a spectacle, but's that's just true to nature Now who's the crew to lace ya? Timeless, the Truth will amaze ya Euphemisms be like euthanasia we through with the flavors I read your blueprint watch you take the foolish steps You don't deserve my cents if you was UNICEF The Judas left the Southern sun and god for thirty pieces All my thesis to the wisest recognize the dirty features We working on getting work in You hear the shotty bursting with Lonnie be lurking Say your prayers like Donnie McClurkin We fly to the grave site like kamikazes And maintain the same brain frame as Hammurabi's So paraprofessionals know I'm a be skeptical Never handing out respect unless it's exceptional Yo just be strategic or get broke into pieces By murderous paragraphs that'll leave you paraplegic [Hook X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Put It In Your Mouth (Valentines Day Remix)[Verse 1 : Action Bronson] Well you could, lick it, flip it, taste it if you wanna I ain’t gonna chase you round and sweat the pussy like a sauna Her skin shown a touch of cinnamon and chocolate cookie Fuck it 8 times raw, I call it octopussy White shores, a little moist right by the pussy line Now it’s push, push, push, right in the tushy time Smooth landing, that mean she got a baldy She sucking pee pee, making bread just like Grimaldi But I'm the hero, serving sausage like its San Gennaro Forget your past and come with me because your man is zero I’m the whole shit, vintage from the cellar The floor is made of glass and not the slipper Cinderella Yeah, let’s mind the beat don’t know to pass it twice with flying colors Talking crazy on the text but now you're shy in covers That don’t fly bitch, I thought you was a fly bitch Turn that ass around and let me hit you with the heimlich [Verse 2 : Hologram] Mami can fuck me for free, or suck for a fee Trust and you’ll see, it’s nothing to me I need me a cutie, with a pachutie I’m on duty, hitting the booty cause My nigga Magic Johnson came through with a hummer Jay fucking Steele left a rim shot like a drummer And she was from cali so she said it’s a bummer I gave a rim job to a nimrod, I’ve been hard With a dumb bitch, in that 65 impala she had one switch She had one wish, she said she wanna have my dick like a baby No maybe, she like dark meat, white gravy And we was uptown so I told her I’m wavy And now I got a little message for a young lady Wash your leather cheerio after you take a dumpington Cause when we start to humpington I’m going in your rumpington One thing I won’t have twice is shit dick, say it [Chorus] In my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth baby In my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Northern and RoozyTurn me up a little bit, man Just a little Let me feel the summer breeze in my hair Whip it, in the convertible Queens shit Cruising down Queens Blvd. by the mall Go to get the Ices, yo [Verse 1] School is out, playing ball inside the park Then the liquor and the weed is introduced after it's dark (uhh) Playing spades in the back corner Dick sucks in the crisp air, 'olas in the crisp pair Of sneakers That were designed for David Robby Sleeping on the benches, all with good intentions To wake up and do the same shit again Everyday was like a week and it seemed to never end, and Get the wrench, spray the hydrant in the street When I seen that special girl, she had me flying on my feet (uhh) Shirt wet, damn, I'm trying to hurt that Two girls, one boy, want her to birth that Years later though, we living in the moment Caught up in the young love, kissing and the holding Sharing lo mein, hit the A train to Rockaway Plus she only lived a block away Damn I miss her [Hook 2x] This summer love happened underneath the boardwalk Souls in tune so there's never need for small talk She held my heart, and no, she'd never leave my side Through the years, through the struggle Was a thing of pride [Verse 2] Slush puppies, cocoa, mango, cherry Mexicans on Roosevelt Pounding down the Chevy Go to 1-6-1, to watch the Yankees play Years later and I'm dealing with the family court shit On the same block, pressure make the veins pop Cop a forty dollar holler out of Bangkok But I'm in Queens Diversity the best Yellow to the chocolate shorty's Powders on their chest [Hook 2x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Treadmill Freestyle[Action Bronson] Ahh! [Killer Mike] Yo Yo [Action Bronson] Yo [Killer Mike] Yo [Action Bronson] Listen [Killer Mike] Yo [Action Bronson] On my head I got the flashlight [Killer Mike] Yo The fuck are you doing?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy November RainSmoke wax, hat low like a marine The only way to describe the scene was serene Serena Williams in the BM doing neck thrusts I need that check cut laid on the deck getting sexed up, green Harley The only way to describe the colour of the seat was Steve Harvey Sleep hardly, rock a loafer to the beach party My weed smell like when your niece farted Throw acid on your cheek, oh man Throw acid on your cheek, now you're a work of art Beauties only skin deep, they'll still accept you Stuff a quarter pound of drug inside the asshole of a German shepherd My jacket made of Cuban leopard My shoe's old habitat was the rain forest Feed my family with the main harvest I used to have a snake but that motherfucker escaped His cousin not so lucky, got made into a bucket hat I'm truly a classic, shooting dice with Ernie Anostas Your team'll see gurnies and caskets That's it, bastard This shit I mastered Do a backflip Out of the black whipEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Nothing To Worry About[Hook: Peter Bjorn and John] Do this thing, this type of thing Put a little money in this type of thing I've got nothing to worry about I've got nothing to worry about [Verse 1] Speak in the third person, he don't like it when he overlooked Last year he was a cook, always been a crook Handing money out, his palms are feeling itchy You still a bitch if you bitch, b He make the paper, never made he, seat laid back In a five wagon, champagne, eat off rap Twin angels made of porcelain Prayer scripted on the black Steve Austin shit Yo, you lost it, kid Call my Peter Luger Junior, keen shop house in shorts Island hopping, winter time Pad Thai with the peanuts and the bitter lime And shorty will take a shit on the chest of any stupid bitch that you consider fine He one of a kind off the couch He piss standing up He read books and write poetry And he strong as a Samoan Straight from Flushing and you know it, bitch [Verse 2: Peter Bjorn and John] Negative, why always so negative? If you have problems, why don't you go solve them? [Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Growin Up[Action Bronson] “DABBLE IN TRUFFLES” Spark a seance, Niggas moving packs like crayon Delicate ray on tap while he gently put the spray on Turn to Tommy was the ID when i caught the robbery No more playing lobbies smuggle drugs in bitches bodies Elegance on the mic corruption chaos man of Steel The triple goose that we know, foie gras with every meal A glass of red glass of white glass of pink 6 niggas one bitch and everybody smash and stink Grab her neck, punch her back, nut one in her shoe We all went sushi style hoping we don’t catch that flu Storm the point and overturn thats how this bastard do Believe in science fuck God ill kill the pastor too While eating pasta dude, low level prostitute, for money big guns this motherfucker gots to shoot Marinated for a week, roasted lamb legs Its Queens nigga the herb smoke is a mandate Red roses, brown leathers, and black guns The green money and beige crack attract bums Fiends fighting for that last wibble left on the floor Keeps me dipping in my sock in the back of the store Flying niggas from overseas to do the hit Back on the plane the same day movie shit Got the word they tried to hit me over petty matters Next scene catch me swinging from the helli ladder Empty your magazines, shotguns, and rocket launchers, hand grenades, handguns, and fire torches Off the boat Albanians the one to trust He had a face, he had hands, It wasn’t us Take a twisted ride with me through the eyes of a goon Pussy bring your man with you sending 2 to the tombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy 85 Barritz BRO-HAM[Action Bronson] I roll the blunt up as soon as i wake my thoughts a linen My flow is like a one night stand with all sorts of women The orchestrator, the picture perfect portrait player Lose your data tryna stop me on the course to paper Mustard loafer hopping out the gypsy cab One dutch but I copped 150 bag Thats for my neck just like a scarf in the winter Plus i spit the type of shit to make you barf up your dinner Bronson a winner, gorgonzola garlic agenda Far from pretender shorty take the coat when i enter The public defender, the man of the people nobody equal My fam negotiating your life most of em hebrew Black kosher posing with the black toaster Me and Hugginatti dipping in the black cobra American built ground up from ground up Get ground up, duck never get found fuck Sharp with the dressing Bronsonelli reek of street essence Mean Jean holding down the scene and plus we green scented Reinvented summertime we flee the benches 37 sour diesel blunts to feed the senses Back to rocking old lives a pair of high 4’s I eat the dinner of a winner often five course I rhyme words baby mama say my mind lost Cause all my garments stay embroided with a fine horse One for the weed, two for the whip drive in the middle Three we on the roof she play my penis like a fiddle Four the tuna raw until i seer it Five my name is golden though so people try to smear it Hop up out the six, I’m in the mix, I rock the colorful kicks I smoke the pure but still I’m quick to cop a bundle of nicks Eating pussy cause i had to feed the hunger for fish Time is money when i have it never fumble and shit Until my suit from France, the bottom of the shoe just like a ball court Leather so soft, four door porsche Not the truck panamera and its roughed out Sitting like a monster on the decker looking puffed out I take juice my performance enhanced Never failing any test i got the urine from gramps 94 i begged my mom to cop the Ewing from Champs The same night dreamt of a bitch and her spewing my pants damn One motherfucker galaxy of Queens rep Clients waiting while the custard made a cream set 30 sets of dips fuck all that extra shit Dimples above her ass cheeks that made me sex that bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hot 97 Freestyle[Verse 1] (Fuck, ah) Yeah, I might be chubby but I'm gorgeous in the face Things are going well, hope I don't catch that fuckin' case I could get on some other shit and send you to that place Fifty for the shooter, a hundred for my steak Your life ain't worth a steak, I keep the rifle in the cape To be on top with the title will be my fate, don't make no mistakes Mommy, you see me? Everything's a movie, I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi The plane lift up, it's like that body, boy, chain lift up Crimes committed with no hiccups Ah! That thing thing, shred your stomach like sit-ups You'll never sit up or shit from your butt They say I'm crazy and deranged, but fuck, I can handle that I crack the whip right from the camels back My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat And I don't sleep no more, it's only fuckin' power naps [verse 2: Acapella] It's so easy to be looked over, I never look sober Look through the eyes of a soldier, I look fly in a Rover Lions and cobras, keep the iron in the toga Send a message, leave you lying over Bitches crushing on the kid so now they flying over Half of the world to get wrapped up in pearls Just like the Queen of England, I stay wavy Mercedes color, Wayne Brady, it's me baby, please baby Ain't nobody taking my spot, that's on my mother, kid Cross my heart and hope to die, that's on some other shit This motherfuckin' kid be coveted Different types of silks is what I'm covered with Baby I'm lovin' it, your boy is hotter than an oven mitt If I was broke then you'd be running your shit Poke your kidney with the knife I cut the onion with Then poach your kidneys with some onions and shit It's me [Verse 3] Left, right, ayo I've never been a plaintiff, ever What, what, what...I don't fuck with this I'm done [Acapella] My lawyer tackle the case like he play for the Ravens So I stuff 'em with cheese like a Danish Damn I crave paper, catch me later at the Laker game, I bet a grip On the Knicks, Carmelo sweating on my kicks cause I'm court side This time the good way, "I'm a free man" that's what I should say Nobody holding me back except myself, that's what I feel like Peeling a five, now I'm feeling the vibe, hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes Money in my mind, I think about it all the time Cause there was a time I never had shit, now I got shit It's like magic, all these cars in front of the crib look like a Porsche pageantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy NaNaIntroducin' Chance the Ruthless Trip 'shrooms and lucy Dreams is lucid Loosely based on music Swallow my mucus Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus Deuces Douches, deuce deuce I'll shoot ya (BANG) Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit They use of illusion could confuse Confucius Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy Last week suspended Last night kissed Va$htie Parleyed with Ashley Always in the hallway, so I never been classy (Ha ha ha) Shut up Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na (Igh, igh, igh, igh!) Acid acid, get it? Acid Melts through plastic, I spit fired Pad my palette, talkin' paper If this was work, I'd get higher Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack Lickety-split, Look it! He slipped on a shell From peelin' banana splits back Give me my Kit-Kat Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch? Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin, Ya Kna Wha Mean Hit me back when that mean shit Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na (Igh, igh, igh, igh!) Introducin', It's Bronsonlino With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino 3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino Lettin' trees blow, oh I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper) I splash summer like a fast brother With a number on his back, ain't no fumblin', in fact, I'm Back, acid in my hat Shoot then pass the gat, it's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag My new shorty got a gymnastic back 87 emerald green on a classic jag She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad She had the club foot, with that little arm I couldn't help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on Suck my motherfucking dick, it's the young Randy Velarde Queens, baby Blow meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Twin PeugeotsFeat. Big Body Bes & Mac Miller [Intro: Action Bronson] Am I rapping or what? I can't hear the headphones yeah Turn me up in the headphones Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Ok, alright [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Jump tumble Front flips off the roof like a stunt double My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle Keep her shaped up The M3 all green fly like a strange duck My dad was right when he said I was a deranged fuck Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc Saddam Hussein guns Held by nuns who do drugs while beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug Pinky up The joint thicker than Pinky's butt Just as stinky Nick Van Exel with the handle, Helsinki Eggs Rothko The handmade suit cloth I got the sports coat Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat Brown vest made of suede on my torso Close my eyes, inhale deep, sail free Blind fury, hoppin' out the braille jeep Serve me snails to eat No ham and cheese I'm tanning The 540i, color salmon Smoked can, and Push the seat back Put your feet up Roll my weed up [Bridge] Why's it feel like my life is moving fast, yo? Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole I need that first class dough Why's it feel like my life is moving fast, yo? Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole I need that first class dough [Verse 2: Big Body Bes] It's me Big Body Who the fuck else? You gotta pardon my absence man I just came back off of vacay man Just spent the whole fucking weekend up in Orchard Beach Living the fucking life I was out there Wildin Had your moms on the motherfucking boogie board Doing all types of stunts But now I'm back though Ain't shit changed Just came back, check my motherfucking emails Got more motherfucking deals on the table Don't even know what the fuck to do now Shit Oh my god You can still see me though Out there on Fulton street at 3 in the morning Bench pressin' a fiend Ain't shit changed still loitering [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Ok, Ok I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on Made a deal with Lucifer, said, "give me the universe" (Every Single Planet) It hurts kind of like losing your first love I saw the bright lights and started doing the worst drugs Now, I'm backtracking and hash rappin' with Action Throwing hand grenades at paddywagons in passing Old fashioned soul grabber snorting all the coke up The type of shit to turn a World War into a Polka Load up, the double RL icon Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python Listening to Lionel Richie, fuckin with the lights on Rice on the table, have us going all night long (Again, and again, and again) Rooftops, sippin on some red wine Start to realize I've been trippin, shit its just fine So, I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath Dry off, Hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave Bout to say fuck it and form a union March up to city hall and protest pollution. (Yes!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Dabble in Truffles[Action Bronson] Right out the weed spot Bronsonelli fresh smoke a square bag Pants sag over wally on the grandstand Handstanding hookers at the Hilton Aged meat sizzle to perfection paired it perfect with the fine Stilton Rumpelstiltskin, butter on the leather Fila on the footwear my mind is on the cheddar better I keep my head up Get it like a set up Bitch, its Bronsonelli never see me in no get up homie Only the ruggish shit people that im fucking with will rip your shortys nipple off her body for the fun of it Order brunch sip a spritzer wit the summer mint Roll a double dutch sour diesel smoke a ton of it Duck from air to the plate Roasted to perfection just like joey do to grams of the weight We smoke heavy Ain't a motherfucker on my levy Keep the medal to the metal like a 97 Chevy 2010 got em buzzing like a beeper Round table discussions conference in Geneva leaders At the table polly over nasal 47 minutes since the time i lit the basil My rhymes are carte blanche in the Oscars Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pastas Fry the bacon make it sizzle for the hostage Honoring this thing of ours living like the mobsters My compliments go to the chef and thats the real Crew of goonies in the joint we need some extra veal You know the caddy got a extra wheel And if im ever in a pickle lock a hand ill fucking tech the steel Take aim and knock an apple of your head And imma play like polamalu you get tackled for the bread Running in your crib your shortys shackled to the bed Money laying on the persian leaking plasma from the leadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Borderline[Intro] ¡Ayy, ahahaha! ¿Que tál, pinche maricón? Cabrón ¿Que transas, wey? ¡Vete a la verga, wey! ¡Mámame la verga, wey! Motherfucking bronsolino, once again [Sample:] (Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay mi amor Ay mi morena De mi corazón) [J-Love signature:] (J-Love, son. Gangsta ass, DJ ass nigga, son! Know that nigga, son!) [Verse] My homies are straight outta Puebla They work in the kitchen with me They bring in the cars that the hookers have robbed Forty dollars is usually the fee They live right on [??] in the night They won't think twice to cokey your wife Came in the van and they leave in the same High on the mountains, cheese on the brain [J-Love signature:] (Ayyo, this is a J-Love exclusive [Sample]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Eastern PromisesGrip-a-matic, strip an addict Right to her Skivvie's Muthafucka, whip a batter Make one false move, all your shit'll shatter Serve this long, White dick Shit'll shift her bladder Shift the gears, grab the engine Make the pigeons scatter Cop my fam a bunch of cribs And make them millions matter Coming straight up out of Queens The clique is getting fatter Pop your head right off your neck And drip forensic matter Eastern Promises My whole conglomerate, acknowledge it Any second could blow on some Osama shit Obama money on the plastic Cop a sandwich .45 describe the weapons that get brandished I'm pulling strings like a bass player That tastes paper Conduct business like a gentleman The K scraper Cruise the city for some chicken with some great flavor Not talking Disney, slip a Mickey, then I date rape her Jumpsuits and sandals We all superintendents, goonies and henchmen No reason to get stupid, offended Cause we ignorant people Two headed eagle From the mountains [?] Brew the beer like the muthafucking ruler's here I'm the one that's known to hold the big cajones here Mixed breed like a muthafucking cougar bear Play the corner like I'm Bodie for the coupe to stare Bronsolino, Brosolovsky, the Ali Bronsoni, Uhh, yo, Outdoorsmen, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Tango & Cash[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] (Outdoorsmen, you know we keep it mar-vel on this side, mar-vel) (Red beard Bronson, what up, my nigga? Yo, yo) Take It Easy, New York forever greasy I bust off slugs and make sales when niggas need me Probably posted up in Queens somewhere rocking the finest My shit is golden, pillagers wish they could mine this Been the livest, my rank starts with a minus You number one, that only means that you behind this Take a bite of my life, sample the flyness One of a kind, it's no other city could design this Hand crafted limited, constructed in America Home of the heartless, anybody could vendetta ya New sneakers, plus furniture et cetera I make a phone call to Crown Heights Niggas is wetting ya Hit the booth, spit my life just like a verbal journal I've been official, on the other hand, your style is kernel I could pop you and put you in succotash Is that your real face or you rocking a sucker mask? Muthafucka (Ayo, Bronson, give it to these niggas- pause) (Give it to these niggas- pause!) (Give it to these niggas- pause!) [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yeah My mind above the clouds Plus I love the way the thunder sound Stevie Wonder mixed with Rambo on the underground Queens sculpted, stay chiseled like a Greek god I'm on the bar, I got the lyrical physique, par My style attack like a German Shepherd Bronsonelli need no gun cause I'm the Perfect Weapon Puma shoe to step in, we doing all the repping Hennessy felani, chiba for the blessings Hop in the Caddy and drive Plus I'm Out For Justice, never take me alive Smoking two at a time The Nikes with the newest design We flew in the crime Holler when the moon is aligned Blow the weed to make the world spin Break walls like I'm in Berlin But still in the winter rocking shearling Robocop Ruger twirling, crew dispersing Snatch a person, hookers speaking Persian (Yeah, Queens, Bronsolini, Outdoorsmen shit) (Meyhem muthafucking Laurenovich, yeah) (Fuck your father)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Hot 97 Freestyle (8/7/2014)[Action Bronson] [Verse 1] I might be chubby but I'm gorgeous in the face Things are going well hope I don't catch that fucking case I could get on some other shit and send you to that place 50 for the shooter, 100 for my steak Your life ain't worth a steak. I keep the rifle in the cape To be on top with the title be my fate Don't make no mistakes Mami, you see me - everything's a movie I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi The plane lift up, just like that batty boy chain lift up Crimes committed with no hiccups. (AHHH) That thing-thing shred your stomach like sit-ups You'll never sit up or shit from your butt They say I'm crazy and deranged but, fuck, I can handle that I crack the whip right from the camel's back My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat And I don't sleep no more, it's only fucking power naps [Verse 2: Acapella] It's so easy to just be looked over I never look sober Look through the eyes of a soldier I look fly in the rover Lions and cobras Keep the iron in the toga Send a message - leave you lyin' over Bitches crushin' on the kid so now they flyin' over- Half of the world to get wrapped in pearls- Just like the Queen of England I stay wavy Mercedes color - Wayne Brady It's me baby Please baby Ain't nobody takin' my spot, that's on my mother's kid Cross my heart and hope to die, that's on some other shit This motherfuckin' kid be coveted Different types of silks is what I'm covered with Baby I'm lovin' it Your boy is hotter than an oven mitt If I was broke then you'd be running your shit Poke your kidney with the knife I cut the onion with And poach your kidneys with some onions and shit It's me (Ayo I never been the plaintiff. Ever. What what what. Hahaha. I dont fuck with this I'm done.) [Verse 3: Acapella] My lawyer tackled the case like he played for the Ravens So I stuff him with cheese like a Danish Damn, I crave paper Catch me later at the Laker game, I bet a grip on the Knicks Carmello sweatin' on my kicks, cause I'm courtside- This time the good way I'm a free man, that's what I should say Nobody holdin' me back except myself, that's what I feel like Peelin' the 5, now I'm feelin' the vibe Hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes, money in my mind I think about it all the time Cause there was a time I never had shit Now I got shit, it's like magic All these cars in front of the crib look like a Porsche pageantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Illest[Verse 1: Solace] The undisputed Yo, higher learning The tires burning Niggas is rapidly swerving A face looked familiar But had to be certain I popped a u-ey then I merged in Matter was urgent A dirty merchant, made him bleed like a virgin Sent to the surgeon Searching for them green berets Trying to blow my dome off Thrown off by decoys who dropped the maricon off My Soviet niggas is ready for the Cold War Machete you to confetti And blow your brain to cole slaw A roll call for my niggas that were nearly grazed And for them early graves by them dudes that really blazed And sing to your face with metal blades, serenades I told you to look over your shoulder like Willie Mays I come from where it's easiest to find anguish Don't say a word Speak with our hands like sign language Divine language embedded into the rhyme patterns So praise the savior that's saving you from the mind damage And, oh well, the drugs'll sure to sell But if you short a sale They bout to pop you with the coppertop like Duracell And all the swell kids that dropped out from outreach Triple jab your cheek Crack your teeth through the mouthpiece These foul streets, meet your fate when the Tec releases You'll be aight if you ain't playing chess with checker pieces My nigga check the thesis [Hook: Action Bronson & Solace] For hookers selling pussy that'll never see a dime And snitch niggas singing to the cops, dropping lies For piggies asking questions but my people turn to mimes And verbal motion picture, cinematic with the rhymes For yen up in the envelope, purple in the dutch And bare knuckle boxing, sneaking weapons in the fight For clutches being popped and dipping boys up on a bike This the illest shit you heard in your life [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, ayo Kinetic mind tricks Live shit that power ships Thought to message to the finger, lay the coward stiff Foul kiss, bastard open bowel shit Bleeding like Christina when I laid her on the towel shit Sport the Filas, low cream, red and blue Long jackets, smoking salad out the Jetta new Whoever knew, we make it singing rap songs From standing in a circle spitting verbal like a Mac strong Went from a center for teens, to smoking sour like a surgeon Swerving in the tunnel on the way to Queens Knife in the Hansen, cloth over the phone for the ransom Flow like a phantom Bitches give me box cause I'm handsome Roll down the window Exhale, see flashing lights move Dip the Babylon like a skater on the ice move Alex Ovechkin 740, heavy flexing Dirty Harriet on the body with the cherry Stetson No not the Western Hailing from the Eastern seaboard That's word to me, you couldn't even see lord Behind my eyes there lies a rugged man Denominations in millions Wrapped up in rubber band Die with the gun in hand Bronsonelli serve up a baby lamb smorgasbord Big bosses, you peep the portraits in the corridor Toke off a chalice Switch to herbal ventilation Misplacing families and shit through verbal devastationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mark Sanchez[Intro: Mark Sanchez + Action Bronson] I'm looking for the, uh—the best rapper in Flushing Queens Yeah, this is him Uh, this must be Action? This is Action What' up, dude? It's Sanchez What's going on, Sanchez Sanchize? What's up, my brother? How's everything? Hahaha. This is Mark Sanchez and you're listening to Action BronsonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Compliments 2 the Chef (feat. Lauriana Mae)[Verse 1] Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin’ like I’m surfin’ Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban We in the jungle with the shaman Tryna find these answers to these problems I’ve been ponderin’ Now these motherfuckers hollerin’ with their lips puckered like colagen Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges But daddy get it by himself on the reg Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan minds Meditation time helps me penetrate the mind December 2nd, ’83 I was created My vision’s wider, the human being’s jaded It’s just reality, dealt with on a daily basis Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces [Hook] Oh, they’re selling dreams out here In every corner store Pawn ‘em on the streets, I feel They’re selling me the world But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same So when I go where I go I remember where I came… Remember where I came from [Verse 2] Yo, yo can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink it Two in the pink, two in the stink Leather-coloured goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs In ’87 I saw my father in a blue Saab Right seat sittin’, left hand shiftin’ You know that every team needs a Paxton and a Pippen Bronson rappin’ like he on an acid tab trippin’ You changin’ with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin’ High-five love – 5’5, plump Sell the pussy ’til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca Smoke shark, speakin’ in a Nordic slang Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain Clear water from the creek keep me nourished Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch [Hook] [Outro] Yeah… remember where I came from… Remember where I came from… Yeah… remember where I came from… Remember where I came from…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Shiraz produced by action bronsonWe've been the best since I stepped in Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn In the sack, break her back like a Redskin Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin Tree to make the head spin Every season play the corner like I'm Revis Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot Bitches are on display, give brain Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left Which means I'm on the right, get paid By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat 12 courses laid up on the long table Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil The red razor cut the features in your facial Creep in na, bumping Fernando Villalona Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy Captain of the rap, you talking to papi Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off Hash straight from the desert, can knock A camel off, Sheep straight out of school Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit Whole cliques roll thick, no shit Piss drunk and they smoke sticks Not a word of English but They hold the four-fifths FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam Never speak to fuzz Tap out the reefer, show him how To use his sneakers, cuz Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom We on the beach, fresh Ceviche We in Cancun, fly girly curly Hair is getting read through We in the shower give me head: shampoo Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you Bye, peace, one, fuck youWe've been the best since I stepped in Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn In the sack, break her back like a Redskin Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin Tree to make the head spin Every season play the corner like I'm Revis Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot Bitches are on display, give brain Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left Which means I'm on the right, get paid By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat 12 courses laid up on the long table Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil The red razor cut the features in your facial Creep in na, bumping Fernando Villalona Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy Captain of the rap, you talking to papi Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off Hash straight from the desert, can knock A camel off, Sheep straight out of school Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit Whole cliques roll thick, no shit Piss drunk and they smoke sticks Not a word of English but They hold the four-fifths FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam Never speak to fuzz Tap out the reefer, show him how To use his sneakers, cuz Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom We on the beach, fresh Ceviche We in Cancun, fly girly curly Hair is getting read through We in the shower give me head: shampoo Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you Bye, peace, one, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Industry Shakedown Cypher[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo, yo, my man Troy, he used to jump over his own foot Jump into a spin and give a grin that left them hoes shook At that time, my jeans were baggy with the hoody Back on Main Street, the maxi-single, copped it at the Goody Up in the room, writing graffiti for hours Dreams of being in a tower with Nia Long in the shower Sucking my dicky like a pacifer Now it's 2009, pussy, so pass the fire They get the bastard higher 5'6", 260, I'm a destroyer Got it with class, Dali paintings inside the foyer To keep it all kosher, I'm strictly Jewish on the lawyer When it comes to my freedom, I can't trust it to a goyim Yo, I can't leave it up to a goyim [Verse 2: Solace] Yo, yo, Bermuda Triangle beat black out Black Hole flow deep, can't see back out So once you in, you in Niggas speaking clout or reroute And keep your heaters out the pouch Once you see what we're about No doubt The organs make a nigga feel it in his organ Honor the slogan saying we're never gonna soften Single momma's put into the coffin kind of often Conducting business dirty, then turn you into an orphan It's simple as that, detonate your own system The accurate aim, contacts it won't miss him The poem shift him off his feet But the chrome lift him For talking out the side of their mouth like a stroke victim And four fifth him And bounce with the knot up in the sock And trade your four chrome rims for four cinder blocks The mic maestro, precise knife flow Why debate? Just bite the bait, nigga You might strike gold Nigga, what [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] I run with old school New York shooters like Greg Anthony Second hand gun smoke can't cancer me It's all good then I'mma keep the same friends Classic timepiece, hopping out a strange Benz With dame, duckets, yeah, young cool mill Stacks copped the salmon skin, silver DeVille My mind's sick but my dress code's ill Sneakers got AIDS, they need more than a pill Self employed, shirts have Typhoid Beefs annoy, don't get destroyed (what!) By this New York menace Cock Glocks, pop shots, turn your face to a blemish I does this, once a back block apprentice My work will numb a nigga's mouth like a dentist Go and ask OG's how we rock My rhymes come back, I don't re-rock He hot, correct, if it's Meyhem Lauren Flow like a 9, work like a 10 Shoe size a 12, main chick a 8 Side bitch a 7 but her pussy is great Get it straight, outsmart you and stomp you Intelligent ape I'm a G you're a fake like a planned mistake Lobster claw in my paw, other hand on steak Polo Blue, Hennessy, yeah you smell me My gun game's meaner than Leona Helmsley Rhymes are crimes, 9's, AK's An unused tech in the box that just sprays .38's more special than Mavado Medallion money, we call that helado If my ? special, my .44 is like a brand new king conquistador Mutha, yo, yo, ayo [Verse 4: Action Bronson] 700 dollar bottle of that Montrachet Far and away, extraordinary bar display Gil Grissom, look beyond the Solar System Draw it all into a square until you find what's missing Take your time cause patience is your best friend Simmering at the importance of it sets in Prep your area, sterilize your work tools Foul living, never seen up on the church stools I'm still sporting my shorts until the dead of winter The charismatic, the dope addict, The Shredder, Splinter Roll the magic, feeling like I'm cuffed in the water How the fuck I manage, roll in the quarter, slaughter Many cattle, many times for pleasure Modeling the skin while I'm searching for the treasure Keep astute, sink your body deep into the coupe Or they’ll soon to find you asleep in that suit Shoot, the Big Dipper The golden candy Caddy tipper Close my eyes Back in time trying to murder Hitler My mind and rhymes aligned with the solar signs Dinosaurs being, something, barrels holding wine Layers of cake, fiends up in Okeechobee Lake Freshwater pike be on a player plateEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Pitchfork Selector FreestyleI'm eating sushi off a black hooker Crushing numbers in the math booklet She had the panties with the pussy cut out Jewish holiday, she bake the bread Then she twist my hash, I get her high, take her straight to bed I'm diving in, I'm riding in that V-12 twin turbo on the Gaza Strip Rocking Iversons with the ivory wheel No practice, I'm classic, you bastards I front-flip in limo windows, sip the limoncello Somersault into a dismount off the uneven bars, then throw my hands straight up Fuck around, sprain my ankle with the next maneuver I'm one in a million, played the pavilion Fuck around in the razor, get displayed to your children We hire Asians for killings, ready, able, and willing Getting paid in the building It's me, on the ice cream truck Bam Bam, Queens shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Strictly 4 My Jeepz (Remix)[Intro] Better slow down baby I’m out here wildin' Better slow down baby Shit is crazy Hook] You need to slow down baby My whole team cash and load out baby I’m a hero in my home town, baby Stop talking, just go down, baby [Verse 1] Shit on my chest, shoot colors like a care bear All year see me tan, hopping out the van You wasn’t there, now you tryna show face Fuck around, be a cold case Chrome skates on an old day Remote control chains, promote dough for the veins Poke chicks, hoes with vogue legs Eat steaks off a gold plate, stoned, listening to Coldplay [Hook] [Verse 2] Bronson Let Me Get In You Needa Slow Down, Baby Its Yung Malik Shout Out To My NIggas In Philly QuietMoney Make It Rain Ballin like Kobe Buckets I get cash Real Niggas Make It Like It Nothing Going Up In Niggas House Hoping We BankRoll This Shit Strictly 4 My Peeps!!! [Verse 2 Bronson] Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino Push the 635 to the finals Pearl white like what you sniffin’ in your sinus The finest vaginas demolished by my dick One year from Queens to the top Cream of the crop, serve a fiend out my sock Five minutes till they lean like the drop Now they spinning through the furnace like the scene from The Rock Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay Play the pool on a cool day [Hook] [Verse 3] A lot of people with their hands out now Got these motherfuckers mad ‘cause I’mma stand out now You never let the hammer off, you got the soft hands I hear you singing for the boss man, dog I’m from a lost land, spill coke on the heater Drop a little sauce on the beater Zero to 60 in a Porsche like a cheetah New York, I'm like Jeter, light Caesar No hypebeaster, rock a nice sneaker You get drugs for a good price My price cheaper, guaranteed My trunk snapping like a tambourine Bodying these pussies with a camera team Uh! You better slow down, baby Uh! You better slow down, baby Uh! You better slow down, baby You better slow down, baby [Hook] {Verse Yung Malik} Versace All On My Wrist A1 EveryThing Bodying Pussies With My Team At&M Rise Up.Stay Up [Outro x2] You need to slow down baby I'm a hero in my home town, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy The Replicants Ancient Aliens Freestyle[Sisqo harmonizing, wooing, and yeah-ing, in the background underneath the duration of the freestyle, no lyrics] Bronson do this Bronson do that Bronson too woke, and his pockets too fat He always on the run, livin’ life like a movie Ten roses is carved into the handle of the Uzi Wit the black trench dragon Doing donuts in the black Benz wagon You know your boy is just a young hot hunk that got a keen eye for real estate Side to side, switching lanes in the dealer plates From New Jersey Shoot the gun with curly hair, look Dominican in thirty years Bitch Young Baklava I might fall out the Wrangler, but I’ll never fall in love with a stranger Moonlight struck my face 9:30, bye bye birdie Young Bronson. 

Motherfucka rappin like his tongue pierced, I wear 4XL in the CarharttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Night Court Produced Don ProducciBehind door one: There's three things: greed, fortune and fame Door two: You might be happy but nobody know your name Door three: The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence Door four: You on the bench and got the drugs inside your favourite Tims Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat - Down on the pavement Diamond laser engraved it Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh Rhymin the best Yo bronsolini fans see hymen and breast Talking sushi grade My flow is linen and the shoes are suede The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid That's for the first course The core burst off and hail We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell Tonight we living life until we say goodnight Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight My time always the right time I'm surfing getting wavy Like hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind Zagat rated thirty foot decor The food and service Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis Never nervous cause I'm ready Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy Artichokes cover spaghetti Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer Ready to tango Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh Mango, that's for the lassi I love when bitches sassy Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi Then I give her a german brunch And now she turning stunts Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes Rhyme butter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak Aged to perfection, that's how I like the veno We rolling ceelo Throw like Marino Cruise in the Regal In overdrive like my libido I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the pussy fetal It's Bronsolino Just like the dutch up Leather loaf and mash the clutch up We getting fucked up I make the motherfucker beam a [?] up Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres In my defence it's like the '85 Bears There's no jail tales Poetry emotion like I'm Gale Sayers Before Maguire took his first needle Yo we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal - Positioning I know you hear me but not listening We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square Tonne of flair like Rick I hold the pick And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick Get off the dick because we busting now And when we come we eating crepes, you know we order up a dozen nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy GET OFF MY PP SOULHEADREMIX?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Double ImpactAs we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating '87 style, get the money like I'm [?] Bizarre rap, call me Comandante Sarjak Origami a cigar into a small black You see me in the street, I'm rocking short set, roll in quartet I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild Chasing numbers more than [?] [?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate I'll merk a Jake cause we were brought up by the Purple Tape Burn a blank cause I'm queezy feeling gated Delegate of rough raps heavily celebrated You see the mane on my face it spell struggle Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double Eleven drugs mixed, Tallahassee bun tricks Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the lungfish Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in the bed [?] galore, sour in a plastic bag Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket badEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Easy Rider (Ric Maye Remix)[Verse 1] I'm leaned back with the Les Paul Shit I smoke is like cholesterol Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call Best believe that there was neck involved Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains Started running with the stallions Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys Eyes opеn, now I know just who my kids need Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Rockin' vеry loose pants, yeah Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower Before I die, take a hot shower [Hook 1] Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset [Verse 2] By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser A little machine to make espresso I heard your bitch still wears Ecko Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco Live from the Expo, it's me I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team) Bite the eel by the dozen [Verse 3] Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand Except this toy cost 80 grand And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been Just from writing words with a pen Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main Put a jacuzzi on the seven train And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches We got twin MAC-11s with the features Shit you barely got sneaker money So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya (I can't hear ya) You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya Shit [Verse 4] The Magic Johnson of the game These lames don't want to play with me Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see It's me [Hook 2] Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunset Ride the Harley into the sunsetEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Action Bronson Source OverviewFebruary 12 2016 - AllHipHopTV Interview February 25 2016 - FUCK, THAT'S DELICIOUS Episode 1 March 1 2016 - Hot 97 InterviewEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Purchasing a Bitcoin produces 195 times the amount of CO2 as purchasing an iPhone.Today, a Discord debate about NFTs and their environmental effects politely devolved into the situation depicted by XKCD: Http://www.xkcd.com/articles/386/ It turns out I was looking for the wrong person on the internet When adjusted for market capitalization1, my hypothesis was that cryptoasset CO2 emissions are much lower than those of a big US tech company like Apple I wanted to equate Bitcoin to Apple and Microsoft to figure this out. Although Ethereum is more important to NFTs, there are few studies on ETH carbon emissions, which appear to be proportional to Bitcoin anyway Bitcoin (BTC) had a market value of $539 billion at the end of 20202, Apple (AAPL) $2.3 trillion3, and Microsoft (MSFT) $1.9 trillion4 And the projected gross CO2 emissions (CO2e) for Bitcoin, Apple, and Microsoft in 2020 (35.89 Mt CO2e5, 22.6 Mt CO2e6, and 12 Mt CO2e7, respectively) Despite the fact that Bitcoin's carbon emissions were higher than I predicted, my confirmation bias had persuaded my limited mental math that low emissions and a large market cap meant I was about to nail this statistic. In comparison to tech giants, I wanted to prove that crypto has a fraction of the pollution. However, the inverse is real Bitcoin emits 6.7 times as much CO2 as Apple and 10.6 times as much as Microsoft, rounded to one decimal place. That's incredible As a result, you've come full circle to the headline you clicked on. A late-2020 Apple iPhone 12 Pro would cost $9998, while one Bitcoin would cost $29,001.729. The decision to purchase one Bitcoin versus an iPhone 12 Pro emits 195 times as much CO2 if both help the underlying organisation and their total carbon emissions Is this to suggest that cryptoassets are a doomed technology? No, this emphasises the importance of existing institutions adopting and supporting cryptocurrency. There is a market. Meanwhile, we must be wary of the actors we currently allow in crypto networks, as well as the lengths to which they are willing to go in the pursuit of profit I'd also like to bring up some valid counter-arguments to the above Carbon emissions from publicly traded companies are underreported, while emissions from crypto mining are overreported Though I haven't found any conclusive proof to support either scenario, the motivation is undeniable. To report progress toward becoming carbon neutral (or carbon negative) by 2030, Apple or Microsoft can use the simplest estimate of their emissions. On the other hand, there is a current trend on the internet to highlight research that exaggerates crypto mining pollution while burying contrary evidence. The attention economy is won by sensational news The emissions from a proof of stake model are significantly lower than those from a proof of work model Absolutely, but I believe that in the case of NFTs, PoW would take precedence since it prevents fraud. Emissions would be much smaller if there was evidence of stake. I'm not using forecasts in this case; instead, I'm using calculated historical emissions This is an apples-to-oranges comparison! What about gold mining, paper currency production, and the banking system as a whole? I'd like to see a similar distinction made with gold and fiat currencies, but I'm less concerned with carbon footprint for the sake of wealth accumulation. Counting our carbon footprint beans in terms of productivity makes more sense.. If you want your essay written by a highly professional writers, then you are in a right place. We have hundreds of highly skilled writers working 24/7 to provide qualityessay writing services to the students all over the World. For the time being, the outputs of tech companies like Apple and Microsoft are likely to outperform cryptoassets in terms of productivity performance ¹ The aggregate market value of a business is measured in dollar amounts by market capitalization, or "market cap." 2 Investopedia, https://www.investopedia.com/investing/market-capitalization-defined/ http://www.coinmarketcap.com/currencies/bitcoin/historical-data/ 3 Data sourced from https://www.quora.com/How-can-I-find-historical-market-capitalization-data-e-g-what-were-the-largest-tech-companies-by-market-capitalization-in-the-1970s-1980s-1990s-and-2000s-and-what-is-the-most-reliable-source-for-this-information, using the formula (Historic Close / Latest CloseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy Mmhhmm